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Alben

Produced by Sascha "Salossi" Loss and Kai Streier
Recorded by Salossi at Schnürsenkel Räcords Studios, Cologne
Cover painting by Don Marcuse
Layout by Martin Christ

All songs written by Kai Streier
© 2006 Rose of a Defensive Colour Music

Featured musicians:
Kai Streier
Sascha "Salossi" Loss
Johannes "Dr. John" Pach
Lisa Spielmann
Alex Steininger
Joss Lehmkuhl

Special guest violinist:
Wolfgang Richter ("Eurondo")

Released June 2006

no fancy moves (2006)

01 (HOW COME I FEEL) THE WAY I FEEL
02 PLAIN JANE
03 NO HONEYMOON
04 LAST WINTER NIGHT
05 CLEAN SHEETS
06 MAN IN A BAD MOOD
07 GIRL FROM ITALY
08 LINGERING IN SALVADOR
09 SMALL WOOD ROOM
10 TO SEE YOU SMILE
11 TWO YOUNG PEOPLE
12 FREEWAY DANGER
13 THE OLD CAFÉ
14 SLOW MOTION

03 NO HONEYMOON

She turned her back on me
Before we had even begun
Her heart grew cold again
In the heat of the mid-August sun
We were lying on a dune
And I knew: “This ain’t no honeymoon“

We went on travelling though
And I kept hoping the best
While she kept criticizing me
From my kisses to the way that I dressed
I should have seen what’s going on
But the curse of beauty was strong

In the valley of Viñales
I felt like I was dying of thirst
When suddenly the clouds cracked
Open and the bubble did burst
A thunder rolled and I was struck:
“This situation sucks!“

She took a cab and I went walking
In the warm Caribbean rain
There was no moon, there was no honey
But there was music and the sugar cane
And that was more than she could give
No matter how long she would live

The city of a hundred fires
Almost made my heart explode
I was talking to a friend of mine
Till we made it to the end of the road
He turned to me and said: “Señor!
Looks like you’ve been here before“

There we stood upon the water
Surrounded by the earth and the sky
I wiped the tears away
From the corners of my new-born eyes
How come you always get the knack
Just when it’s time for going back

She turned her back on me
Before we had even begun
Her heart grew cold again
In the heat of the mid-August sun
She simply changed her tune
And I croon about no honeymoon