Won Songtext
von My Luminaries

This is the logic of things
Under the English sky
And this is my greatest reply
Rhythm upon me it brings
But where is my bird who′ll sing
A melody cruel as defined

As the columnist keen at the break of the dawn
Puts his pen to his pad, propaganda is sworn
From the ink 'cross the eye of the warmonger torn by his throne

For the youthful in taverns ambition is ranked
Against the lot of the mother who′s lonely heart sank
At a pale realisation, her destiny's franked on a stone

There's a room full of lost souls united in song
And a truck full of shadows crossing the pond
And only god knows they belong


The philosophy student will study his watch
To the swipe of clocking in machines for deathwatch
On the building sites, the skyscrapers whittle their notch
Into the ozone

The libertine kneels to his greater goal
It steals his subscription and swallows him whole
To a bunk and a cold steel bowl
And the inherent loneliness of his soul

Out on parole they unite in a song
Everything′s borrowed but somehow belongs
About a battle that still rages on

The broadsheets suggest that reports were ignored
The tabloids suggest that all order is restored
While the middle ground, they′ll suggest you lock up your doors
The unknown bears a cost and the pleasure will be yours

In the city halls somebody's taking the stocks
In the county stalls, somebody′s next at the dock
On the penthouse wall, it's written
′where shackles be locked, straying minds may unbind'


A room full of lost souls unite in a song
Only to find they were found all along
There′s a battle still rages on
Just when you thought they had all been won