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Minerva's Germinal

by Eat Ghosts

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falteringfootsteps Barely anyone makes jazzy prog this good anymore, I'm glad these guys are around! Favorite track: A Child Was Born In Spring.
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OPERATORS An incredibly creative and versatile sound, yet Minerva never loses focus in their amazing compositions. To top things off, this quirky mix of Progressive Rock, Art Rock and Heavy Rock also features one of the finest voices in underground rock by Enrico Semmler - highly recommended! Favorite track: Before I Lost My Fight And Sight.
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1.
A Child was born in the middle of spring Born to pay the dead through duty Never will come to rest Day and night in bed Born to pay the dead through duty Victim of his birth Hard times ahead Born to pay the dead through duty From now on you’re indebted to a man you don’t know Born to pay the dead through duty
2.
Feeding howling embers, Bleeding clouds into the sky, Overlaying every sunray, Aiming for my tears, to let them dry The Moon is glimmering in red Pitying the mad If you die in this night Would it be worth the daily fight? Feeding howling embers, Dying clouds into the sky, Overlaying every sunray, Aiming for my tears, to let them dry Again I smell the toxic steam Is it real or do I dream? The last I saw was stunning white Before I‘ve lost my fight and sight Mein Herz soll ein Motor sein? Was treibt er an? Was nützt mein Herz, mein Wille hält nicht an Das falsche Gewand für den kleinen Mann Ein Stein steckt im Getriebe Was hilft mein Antrieb, was ist daran Wenn ich nichts damit bewegen kann? Mein Fehler ist meine Devise Mein Herz soll ein Motor sein doch Was treibt er an? Was nützt mein Wille, mein Herz hält nicht an The moon is turning back to white A clear state of mind The moon is turning back to white Regrets sunlight The daily fight
3.
In dem gläsernen Käfig, tief in der See Dort wohne ich einsam, einsam und still Nur kleines Getier aus der Ferne schaut So scheu, so achtsam, weil der Käfig sie graut Massen von Wasser der Meere mir wogen Über dem Kopf die Kraft entzogen Das ewige Blau, es macht mich so müde und elendig trunken Dringt in mich ein, auf ewig versunken In wachen Momenten finde ich Ruh, vielleicht etwas Glück Doch dann bringt mich die nächste Welle zurück Im gläsernen Käfig, tief in der See Dort wohne ich einsam, einsam und still Der Käfig jedoch, im schlimmsten Moment Ist meine Fiktion, sich als solche bekennt Beginnt zu zerfließen, Hoffnung erscheint Ich löse mich auf Mit dem Meer vereint
4.
All I’ve done is fed my madness Now my weakness turns to brightness All I’ve done is fed my madness Before my head will burn I’m gonna… As the melting steel Through the tubes and the crucibles My will squeezes through my veins and my brain Like a sprouting seed Growing and growing It breaks through my shackles of steel Like a sprouting seed Growing and growing It breaks through my shackles of steel Defying the fire, the steam and the dirt He tugs and he torments, but he cannot hurt The devil inside of those hammers and wedges He’s pushing my far to my outermost edges All I’ve done is fed my madness Now my weakness turns to brightness All I’ve done is fed my madness Before my head will burn I’m gonna… Flee! Like a sprouting seed Growing and growing It breaks through my shackles of steel Like a sprouting seed Growing and growing It breaks my shackles of steel Klick klack, klick klack Dein Leben ist ein Metronom Schwimmst zwischen Arbeit und Leid Hier im Mittelpunkt der Grausamkeit Zisch der warme Dampf durch die Straßen Ein schleierndes Phantom Viele wie du werden bedeckt vom schwarzen Rauch der Fabrik Sie atmen weiter, atmen tief Im Gleichschritt wird marschiert Klick klack, klick klack Maschinen im Takt Herzen gefüllt mit Monotonie Wo sind wir geblieben, wo? Denn kein Farbspiel lässt erklingen die gut’ alt’ Sonn’ Die Hoffnung auf Liebe und Freud’ schon längst zerronnen Zerronnen aber nur in des Menschen engstirnigen Verstand Der, der sich noch selbst erkennt, dem sei die Freiheit gelegen in seine eigene Hand Klick klack, dein Leben ist ein Metronom
5.
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My feed seep away in that bog underneath them But my spirit pulls me out Mindchangers out of steel whispering around my ears But my spirit pulls me out Now I understand, now I know what it is Their dogs whip my engine with there yapping tongues But my spirit pulls me out Now the thought alone, makes their teeth tearing my in half My spirit pulls me out Now I understand, now I know what it is Keeper of my feelings Give me your feathers so I can flee Keeper of my senses Show me the way and blind me from the impending doom Goddess! Who let me see Lift me up out of the devils halls Goddess! Who let me say Lift me up out of the devils halls So I can resolve The thieves of my will, They will come make me ill But my spirit cure me faster My wounds the will bleed oil, While my head keeps boiling But my spirit cure me faster Now I understand, now I know what it is Mindchangers out of steel whispering around my ears but my spirit pulls me out Now I understand, now I know what it is Lift me up out of the devils halls So I can resolve Don’t look back Don’t look back The devils eyes pierce my brain The devils eyes they pierce my brain
6.
The olden days are gone I found my way trough the grid The dirt that I spit is like My past grief in deep dun Ancient drive remains Pure air is filling my lungs So I’ve become A debtor without guilts Get back, get back To what I once was Got back, on track With rooting myself... Into the sky I come out of the depth of the ground Into the uppermost soil Where the rubble is loose enough, oh Where I hope I stand tall Once more I taste the ashes and dust Sticking on my tongue Once more I see that grey, grey veil Cannot resist the sun All the nonsense I had to obey Slaving away was my fate Once more I feel that falling weight Knocked off by each step I make

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Enrico Semler: Bass, Vocals
Jan Waterstadt: Guitar, Background-Vocals
Benjamin Ihnow: Saxophone, spoken words parts
Martin Mann: Drums, Background Vocals

Artwork by Marie Busse
recorded and mixed with Charlie Paschen (Charlie's Studio)
mastered by Ralf Liebchen (lovelyrecords)

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released October 25, 2013

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Is it possible to do modern progressive rock without sounding like Dream Theatre? Eat Ghosts, a 4 – piece band from Potsdam, sails with you through the prog/psych/art-rock ocean.

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