The Innviertel (literally German for "Inn quarter") is a traditional Austrian region south-east of the Inn river. It forms the western part of the state of Upper Austria and borders the German state of Bavaria. The Innviertel is one of the four traditional "quarters" of Upper Austria, the others being Hausruckviertel, Mühlviertel, and Traunviertel.
The quarter spans the Austrian political districts of Schärding, Ried im Innkreis and Braunau am Inn. Major towns in Innviertel include the district capitals Braunau am Inn, Ried im Innkreis and Schärding as well as Mattighofen and Altheim.
Located within the Alpine foothills, the rural Innviertel is approximately 2250 km² in area and comprises the broad Inn valley, which is largely flat and fertile, and the adjacent undulating landscape in the east, which is rich in granite in the north and coal.
Since the Early Middle Ages the region had belonged to the German stem duchy of Bavaria and was called Innbaiern. Administered from the town of Burghausen, the lands beyond the Inn river for centuries had two important roles: strategically as an eastern defence line against the rising Archduchy of Austria, and economically as arable land for crop farming. In the course of the Bavarian People's Uprising against the occupation by the Habsburg Emperor Joseph I, the short-lived Braunau Parliament convened in 1705, an early occurrence of a parliamentary system in the Holy Roman Empire.
I`ve got a woman she loves alcohol
Now she is drifting towards definite fall
But with the skirts up high, the layered smoke and all
She can`t remember when to call
It a day
Her personality is on the run
And it keeps on running till the job is done
you`ll find her wandering about (in) the naked street
on her tormentet bloody feet,
bruised meat
Silver moon and silver locks, she’s on the run
She is rising from the ashes of her mom
In an un-un-unfairytale
Nothing is quiet for the restless soul
The journey home is filled with tempting holes
Behind the curtains lurks the ghost of better days
Well, you cannot always have
it your way
Silver moon and silver locks, she’s on the run
She is rising from the ashes of her mom
In an un-un-unfairytale
Romantic inclinations
or romantic infestation
My gun is in the attic
I`m loading silver bullets
They solve no problems,
but they make big and pretty holes
Makes it easier to reach her soul...
Silver moon and silver locks, she’s on the run
She is rising from the ashes of her mom