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1.Sich mit dem Jenseits zu befassen, ich hab’ es schon sooft gehört, es sei besser davon abzulassen, weil doch niemand zurückgekehrt, und die Kirche predigt Angst vor einer Hölle, und ein fernes Paradies; doch ihre Bibel enthält auch Versprechen, suchet so werdet ihr finden, und das heißt, dass die Frage des Jenseits, beantwortet werden kann,

Refr.

Hast du schon gesucht, wie Jeremiah sagt, von deinem ganzen Herzen, oder hast du ’s nicht einmal, wirklich so versucht (2x)

2.Sich dieser Suche ganz zu widmen, ist gar nicht leicht getan, man kann der Werbung nicht entkommen, mit der wir alle überschwemmt, doch in der Sintflut der Produkte, hab’ ich eines stets vermisst, Freude ohne Anlass, das ist, was du bist, und das kann man nicht kaufen, denn das ist was du bist,

Und wie wär’s wenn, wie wärs wenn, wenn sich Jenseits und Paradies, in deinem Herzen finden ließ….

This song describes, how I spiritually and mentally found my way out of a sektarian church towards real consciousness!

Not until a really saw that the church was not the voice of God,
could I start working on myself;
in order to get closer to whatever truth,
in order to get rid of uninvestigated shit,
that’s just what I did;
searching, studying, training, meditating, meditating,
to finally find deep behind the thoughts on the screen of my mind,
the silent observer understanding and kind…
So this was my transformation,
knowing how to be, witness of the mind and any(e)motion,
now I could rely on myself,
instead of seeking validation of someone else…
This feels like freedom…
this feels like freedom…
this feels like freedom…

I think I really understand Ian Gomm with his advice to hold on to what we got. I think it means that real fulfillment can only be found inside of us…

This song is about people, whom you expect to love you unconditionally, turn out to be  your worst enemy, why? Because they’ll only love you, when you fit into their box (small box).

1.
He used to love me, took my head between his hands, he was so fond of me,
askin’if I’d be safe in case my mother would come to die, wanted to take care o’ me;

But then he hated me, on a cold sunday mornin’, talkin’ angrily,
willin’ to know, when I would die, but  took no effort to tell me why,
you know it’s painfully, someone rejecting you so personally;

but what hurt me most, is that he, whose love I had always thought to be so unconditionally,
could turn out to be my sudden worst enemy.

2.
He used to love me, acting brotherly, like a brother should be,
he was so helpfully, his talkin’ like a therapy,
when my very own soul scared the hell out o’ me,
(he) wanted to take care o’ me.

But then the coldness came, as he was more and more avoiding me on the phone,
he kept away from me, showin’ I must achieve, if I wanted to get his belief,
you know it’s painfully, someone rejecting you so personally;

but what hurt me most, is that he, whose love I had always thought to be so unconditionally,
would only give it through achievements in society.

They used to (usa) love me, fond o’ me, care o’ me,
Repeat ad libitum.