Dog & Tree

Progrock, 2020
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The concept album can be classified as classic prog rock mainly influenced by bands like Genesis or even the Beatles. The recording was mixed, mastered and highly recommended by prog rock icon Eroc from Grobschnitt. The lyrics tell the story of an anti-hero cheating on his wife - all with a good sense of humour and never taking itself too seriously.

No One's Hero


I'm no one's hero at all
protagonist without any goals
The greatest loser of all
A nobody, redundant and small.

My name is Dean Mc Caine
But you could as well call me John Doe.
My days are all the same.
If at all then change comes rather slow.
How can I break free?
Sometimes I feel like I am bound in chains.
Can I find the key?
Monotony is driving me insane.

I'm no one's hero at all
protagonist without any goals
The greatest loser of all
A nobody, redundant and small.

Friday, when I made my way to office,
I spent half an hour to find the car key I lost.
First task as always was making coffee.
Had nothing to do but to sit and wait for my boss.

Mr. Mustaine came and introduced
my new personal assistant.
He said “Her name’s Jane, she comes from Maine.
Let’s hope, she is resistant.”

"What the hell do you mean?"
He whispered: “Come on, Dean,
This girl is almost a teen
Don’t try to spread your genes,
if you know what I mean.”
What a strange little man...

Jane soon proved to be helpful
very engaged and quick of understanding.
Never did she complain
although sometimes I can be quite demanding.
Work with her was inspiring
and brightened up my daily life.
No more thoughts of retiring
or spending more time with wife.

I'm no one's hero at all
protagonist without any goals
The greatest loser of all
A nobody, redundant and small.
My life stopped being a bore
It doesn’t seem so bleak anymore
I feel alive to the core.
More than I did ever before
My self-regard I regained.
The reason above all was this Jane.

Moreover, she won through her open manner
polite but never stiff, like I prefer.
At first I refrained from being foolish.
It took me two weeks and then I fell for her.

It was when Jane came, her bare arm lain
around me, gently plying.
She whispered: “Can’t we discuss these sheets
some place more satisfying?”

"What the hell do you mean?"
She answered: “Come on, Dean,
I’m no longer a teen.”
And thereby forward she leaned,
so that her breast could be seen.

"I mean, let's discuss these sheets
between the sheets
cheek to cheek."

Egg Shells


And now began my walk on egg shells,
began a time of telling lies.
I hid myself behind excuses.
White lies? Black lies? – Well simply lies.

“Darling, well today I'll come home late.
You know, we have this deadline soon. “

“Oh, my poor, hardworking man.
Working all day and all night through.
You do everything you can.
Of that I'm sure, my darling. I love you!”
This all was far too stress-provoking.
To work – to Jane – to Lucy – stress!
At first it seemed a welcome alteration.
Eustress? Disstress? – Well simply stress.

Soon I realized that this to me
felt very different from free.

“Oh, my poor, hardworking man.
Working all day and all night through.
You do everything you can.
Oh, my darling. I love you!
Of course you can go out with Stan.
those who work shall be rewarded.
You both drudged so hard this week.
Have a free night, hang out with your clique!

You look so tired. Take a break!
You shoud relax, for your health’s sake.

The End of Eternity


Her care for me was honest and strong.
I felt that this could not go on.
I had to tell her all the truth.
She was not quite amused.

No, you can’t do this to me.
No, you can’t do this to me!
You promised to share
Your life with me
wasn’t that meant for eternity?

No, you can’t do this to me.
No, you can’t do this to me!
Could you please explain,
was it all in vain?
Just make it fair and plain.

Look, Lucy, it’s just that I need to be
a bit more free.
It’s monotony from which I flee.
I fully understand, your anger is great
or even your hate.
But there’s a girl I date.

No, you can’t do this to me.
No, you can’t do this to me!
You promised to share
Your life with me
wasn’t that meant for eternity?

No, you can’t do this to me.
No, you can’t do this to me!
Could you please explain,
was it all in vain?
Just make it fair and plain.

Look Lucy, I don’t want to make you sad.
But in our bed...
To be honest, it’s not quite what I would expect.
I spent the last ten years in boredom with you.
I want something new.
Well, to make it short: We’re through.
Without any further word I left,
left her out in the rain.
Underestimated how she felt,
the unbearable pain.

When I was gone, she jumped into her car
fighting back all her tears.
Starting up the engine with a roar,
abruptly shifting the gears.
Trying to escape her heartache
she sped as if the car had no brake.

Blindly driving on
Feeling the pain still so strong.
Having lost all she relied upon.
Indifference starts to take hold of her.
If she died tonight, why should she care?

The best would really be
to drive into a tree
then she could be free
from pain eternally.

Irony of Fate


I lost no time and made my way to Jane.
It’s open words that I prefer.
Wanted to tell her about my decision,
that I finally chose her

I bought her flowers and a chocolate box
My heart was light and full of joy
with no remorse, no sense of guilt for Lucy
- her whose life I destroyed.

It just had to be.
It was destiny!
I arrived at Jane's.
found her bare in bed with my boss,
copulating with Mr. Mustaine.

And for me it was truly love!
Now all that I feel is pure hate.
Is this some punishment from above?
Irony of fate!

The two were so consumed by what they did.
My presence stayed unnoticed yet.
At first I thought, that I should catch their attention,
make a scene at their bed.

But then I chose to better steal away.
moving backwards to the hall.
There a formal letter from our office
had been pinned to the wall.

They promoted her, though without degree.
She never loved me,
though we felt quite near.
I was just a step in her career

And for me it was truly love!
Now all that I feel is pure hate.
Is this some punishment from above?
Irony of fate!

And on...



What do you do now?
Now, you threw away your entire life?
Who do you blame now?
That wallflower Jane, your boss or still even your wife?

When Lucy awoke, she immediately thought:
"Oh shit, that was damn close!"
Though being atheist crossed herself and thanked god.
Next to her car stood the tree.
She got out and fell to her knees.
Being dead is not being free...

What do you do now,
now that he destroyed your entire life?
What do you do now?
Blow your brain out or cut your veins with a knife?
When someone does not treat you right,
what kind of answer is suicide?
Don’t let one incident seal your fate.
Don’t let your life end up in hate.
It would be a waste of a golden heart,
if she just tore herself apart.
She still has so much more to give to other people.
And she wants to live.

She wants to live.
She wants to give.
She wants to live.
She wants to give.
This, despite of all that she's been through,
is the conclusion she drew.

Meanwhile I planned, what my vengeance could be.
Kill him, kill her, kill me?
But was their delinquency worse than my own?
No, it was not, I concede.
Although they made my heart bleed.
I think, I just reap what I've sown.
What do you do now?
Now, you threw away your entire life?
Who do you blame now?
That wallflower Jane, your boss or still even your wife?
What do you do now?
What do you do now?

God, what have I done to my beloved pearl?
I left her for that darn young girl.
How could I believe that she loved me?
Just how blind can one man be?
Oh, Lucy and I believed in our dreams.
That mutual trust can't be rebuilt.
It came apart now right at the seams.
Can I continue life with this – with this guilt?

How can I live?
Can she forgive?
How can I live?
Can she forgive?

She wants to live...

Rewind


Nostalgia drew me to our school,
where Lucy and I got to know
one another a thousand years ago.
I made my way up to the roof
to watch the city from high above
like on the day when we both fell in love.

When I arrived, guess who was sitting there
just like that cute school girl!
Fate seemed to be well-meaning with me now
and showed my path to her.

DEAN:
“Please Lucy, don’t run away!
I’d give a kingdom, if you stayed.
But if you go now – well, that’s your right.
I’ve been a jerk, yes I know.
But I still love you as before.
If I could only show!
Well, I guess this is a hopeless fight…

If by a spell I could turn back time,
(rewind, begin again from the start)
right back to when everything was fine,
(but this time I’d decide with more heart)
this time I’d heed my wife’s demands,
when I make plans."
LUCY:
"Don’t you despair, Dean McCaine!
Well, your affair with that Jane
hurt me badly – that is true.
But now and then everyone
makes one or two bad mistakes
he’d like to have undone.
Me, for example, when I married you.

If by a spell I could turn back time,
(rewind, begin again from the start)
right back to when everything was fine,
(but this time I’d decide with more heart)
When I see the pair of rings you show,
I will say NO!"

DEAN:
"There’s no need to punish me,
although I’m to blame.
Yesterday I found my Jane
in bed with Mustaine."

LUCY:
"So fate has struck with irony.
And that does explain,
why you come crawling back
to your boring wife again."
DEAN:
"No darling, Lucy,
listen to me!
It’s not as simple as that.
That’s not the way it was."
LUCY:
"I won't fool myself.
It’s been just like that!
I’ve been surpassed by youth
and you’ve been by your boss."

DEAN:
"I know, it’s hard to understand.
Come here, sit down to me.
Sit down and take my hand!"

LUCY:
"Take your dirty hands off mine!
Dean, can’t you see?
It’s over now – and that won’t change.
Please stay away from me!"


I was so sure she’s still in love with me.
A fiery kiss should serve as proof.
She broke away from my unwanted hug.
Stumbled and fell straight off the roof.

Never Met


Oh, my god! What have I done?
It was that crooked bitch!
That damned hoodoo Jane.
She was it who bewitched me.
Then all went down the drain
Now she shall feel the same,
the same pain like I.
And every man she'll ever love
shall die!

KILLER:
"If there’s anybody in your way,
just call me up, I’ll do them in.
send a name with a photo, and pay!
My work immediately begins.
If I get caught you can be sure that
we two have never met."

A killer - where to get?
Found one on the net
on a page I came across
Scary just how easy it was!

KILLER:
"I'm not interested in your motive.
My moral's only based on cash.
If the sum you give seems right,
Your victim dies without a fight.
If I get caught you can be sure that
we two have never met."

DEAN:
"The photo shows Jane Fleur.
But don't lay hands on her!
Your aim's to seal the fate
of each and every man she'll date."
KILLER:
"Don't expect that you'll get discount.
It'll rather be some bitcoints more.
When they find out it's a serial kill,
the FBI will be on board.
But when they catch me, be sure that
we two have never met!
Our contact's via net.
We two have never met!
When they ask you, just don't forget:
we two have never met!"


DEAN:
"You know what?
If you see her with one of that Johns,
kill them both!"

Out of Control


At first revenge tasted sweet.
Consolation to my vanity.
But then I realized
I completely lost my sanity.

First I turn her head
Then off I chop it
Is it far too late?
Can I still stop it?

Can I still make up for it?
Can I still call off that shit?
Is there no escape from it?
I'm the anti-hero after all
Schizophrenic, out of control.
How could I not see it
That monster that I've become?
It must have been quite obvious,
Obvious to anyone but me.

First I kill my wife
Then my assistant
My empathy for them
was nonexistent.

Can I still make up for it?
Can I still call off that shit?
Or is there no escape from it?
I'm the anti-hero after all
Schizophrenic, out of control.
Suddenly Jane came towards me
Smiled as if nothing had happened
Intimately lay her arms around me
Saying
“Well, I don’t really like that fat old bastard.
It was just for the job, you know.
My heart belongs to you, Dean."

Can I still make up for it?
Can I still call off that shit?
Is there no escape from it?

Only then, when she gave me a buss,
I sensed in what danger I was.

Pulp Fiction


What do you object?
If that had happened, how could I now tell you?
What do you object?
The whole thing's made up - completely not true?
Well okay, you found some contradictions.

Hell, it seems that now you really see me through.
I confess, this all is just pulp fiction.
But why the hell do you complain at all?
And how did you achieve to break the forth wall?!

I am one of those,
who like to make up a good told lie.
I am one of those,
who tell you stories that make time fly by.
The fourth wall is a good, effective buffer
Just think, this all would happen in reality!
But that way no one really had to suffer.
Not a person had to feel no pain.
You've been innocently entertained.

And we all still live.
We all still live.
And so far we didn’t get no jizz upon that sofa.
So far, thank god, it doesn’t hurt when we pee.

It's just pulp fiction
it's dog & tree
Don't take it too seriously.
Beware of one discrepancy:
Your sense of self dissents from what others see.
Songs are sung, the tale is told,
tears dried up, and minds are consoled.
You must admit, at least in parts,
the story spoke straight to the heart.

Aren't we all like Dean Mc Caine,
Lucy, Jane or Mr. Mustaine?
(By the way, who makes them up,
these stereotypical stupid names?)

In the end it's just a game.
it's win & lose, it's you & me.
At times you're the dog
and sometimes the tree.

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