Los 4 músicos de Bremen (1989)

Actors

• Jacob Grimm (writer)
• Wilhelm Grimm (writer)
• Simón Ramírez (actor)
• Luis Marín (actor)
• Cruz Delgado (writer)
• Cruz Delgado (director)
• Manuel Torremocha (actor)
• Gustavo Alcalde (writer)
• Gustavo Alcalde (writer)
• José Luis García Berlanga (producer)
• José Luis García Berlanga (editor)
• Eduardo Jover (actor)
• Eduardo Jover (actor)
• Pilar Coronado (actress)
• Gonzalo Durán (actor)

Genres

• Animation
• Musical

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Unenlightened - Acron
• The Last Candle's Burning - Acron
• Crown Of Thorns - Acron
• Backward Flowing Time - Acron
• The Change - Acron
• Dislocated - Acron
• OBSESSION - Acron
• Sons Of Sterility - Acron
• Joe Greene - Joe Greene
• Hold Your Breath - Acorn
• Antenna - Acorn
• Crooked Legs - Acorn
• Oh Napoleon - Acorn
• Darcy - Acorn
• For The Sake Of My Pride - Acorn
• Dents - Acorn
• Feral Chile - Acorn
• Almanac - Acorn
• Kindling To Cremation - Acorn
• Havnen - Jokeren
• Auctioneer Of Depravity - Acrania
• Lullaby (mountain) - Acorn
• Plates & Saucers - Acorn
• Heirlooms - Acorn
• Low Gravity - Acorn
• Spring Thaw - Acorn
• Brokered Heart - Acorn

It's me, something that doesn't exist anymore
Just the shadow of what I was - a human being
I remember the life I lived, now so far away
Memories are preserving my human part
I want a crystal heart
To not feel this cries
The beast is a part of me, I need it
That's why I'll always have to fight it
Inviting power and desire
It wants to take away the light of my soul
It's me, forced to eat those I once belonged to
At every drop I fall down, more and more
A long night that will never end

Someone is calling me
Breaking the walls of my mind
Known voices invoke me
It's time to open the gates
Reflected on the mirror
The eyes of the damned
No one can sentence me
Your screams in my nightmares
Your stare in my eyes
Your innocence in my soul
The last candle's burning
The eyes of truth in the mirror
Your hot blood slowed down it's flow
Yourbreath has stopped
Your dream is broken
The last candle's burning
Let me guide another victim in my mournful world
Let me hear her screams
Let me devour her flesh
Reflected on the mirror
The eyes of the damned

I'm trying to fly
Migrate towards a new dimension
To forget
Wash away the blood which stains me
I've seen your hands build my coffin
I've seen your mind build my end
I've seen your finger point to me
I'm the sin, dig my grave
I'll be your scapegoat
Your hands are digging while I drown
Let me scream while I fall
Crown of thorns
I'm crawling in front of you
Your hand is still, kill me

Lost in the land of nowhere
Floating in a misty cloud of wonder
The quest has just began
Through this dreamland I will travel
Knowing just what I don't need to be
I'll start the search for the unknown
But all this seems so strange to me
Like a race against a backward flowing time
Timeless clocks unticking
I hear my lost voice calling from where I've never been
Time - look the sand as it falls up
Killing future, breeding past, annihilating memory
So here I wander, I'm looking for the path
Lost between signs of time and ghosts of a truth supposed to be
So here I wander, I'll keep my eyes closed to foresee
Where this dream will take me, when I will be free to live again
Passing through the portals of mortal life
Deep inside unreality
Still roaming through this land of nowhere
Echoes of a future that existed in the past
Instantaneous feelings strike me
I hear voices from unborn existences
And see shadows of what shall be
Suspended in a backward flowing time
A dream from which you can't awake
A life from which you aren't able to escape
No means to comprehend
The ultimate collapse of universe
A secret has still to be unveiled
The mistery of the sacred harmony
Which lies beneath the twisting

I've made many mistakes, I've lied many times
Hoping to change my life
Living without be able to show
What I really am
Only empty eyes follow my pain
I've denied God many times
Father of my loneliness
Oh, divine source of my tears
Now I'm in front of you
I don't need your forgiveness
But give me another chance
Kill me, gobble me
Feed yourselves on my life
Quench your thirst with my blood
There's no meaning at all, anymore
When there's no time for a change
You took off my breath
But not my life
It's written in our destiny
That evil never dies
I've denied God many times
Creator of my agony
All the evil I've done
All that I'd like now
Is to start all over again
Kill me, gobble me
Feed yourselves on my life
Quench your thirst with my blood
There's no use in asking God's help

Is there a sense in what I am doing?
Could there be any reason for my suffering?
Sometimes I feel my acts are replicated
A nonsense, my life is intoxicated
I'm just considered a mean of production
Serving a factory should be my satisfaction
They give me a freedom made of blind compulsion
Trapped in a cage I only feel self-repulsion
Feeling dislocated
All my senses disconnected
Memories confused and lost
I live between future and past
If I could take the time to think about my thoughts
And to embrace my whole life accepting my mistakes
I should be able to understand that I'm just dislocated
And that the search shall start before it gets too late
Lost in a world of ignorance and pretension
I wonder where to find again my lost attention
I'm hearing nothing but the noise that's penetrating
I see the consequence, the damage it's creating
Recalling memory to fill my whole extension
I'll recollect my past to reach the comprehension
I see my will give up to distortion
Shall learn to disobey and start again from my emotions
I'm the guardian, I'm the prisoner
I'm the liar, the deceived one
I'm the tyrant, I'm the slave
I have to fight against my will
If I could take the time to think about my thoughts
And to embrace my whole life accepting my mistakes
I would be free to feel compassion towards my poor ambition
And to understand the pain that lies beneath this sad deception
If I could take the time to think about my thoughts
And to embrace my whole life accepting my mistakes
I'd look inside myself with a renewed sight

Millions of images are growing in my eyes
As they vortically twist
A state of confusion absorbs my sight
Feelings of claustrophobia dwell inside my shadow
Hitting every obstacle
I'm breathlessly dragging myself to the goal
Faded vision confuse my path
Suspended in a supernatural dimension
I try to resist
Paralyzed by obsession
Strange eyes, unknown faces
Surrounded by fears I try to escape
Drowning in a sea of terror
I try to escape
By the light of just one candle
I walk through this dark dead end
Symbols and screams follow my steps

Can't see any light out there in nothingness
A cold wind is blowin'
I fall into the void
A fall so endless, slowing my thoughts down
So painless, so deceiving
Paralyzing my feelings
My hands are empty as well as my thoughts
It's me who asked for answers and didn't give none
Now I'm just falling - sterility all around
Trying to understand when and why self-consciousness died
Passing under dark skies
Suffering ancient pains without a hope
Dwellers of a sad world
Sentenced to live a life far from the stars
At the end I can see which was the cause for this paralyzing state of impotence
Stepmother ignorance
Surrender to my fears, conwuered by selfishness
I want to be reborn to a new life
Hoping it's not too late
Wretched, abandoned, lonely sons of sterility
That's what we are
Will someone please tell me
There's nothing more we can obtain from life?
Help me, mother
Give me one more emotion
Take away my pain
Hold me, embrace me
Heal me from this sterility

Across the Alley From the Alamo
The Mills Brothers
Written by Joe Greene
Peaked at # 7 in 1947
Competing versions charted by Stan Kenton (#11) and Woody Herman (#12)
Across the alley from the Alamo
Lived a pinto pony and a Navajo
Who sang a sort of Indian "Hi-de-ho"
To the people passin' by
The pinto spent his time a-swishin' flies
And the Navajo watched the lazy skies
And very rarely did they ever rest their eyes
On the people passin' by
One day, they went a walkin' along the railroad track
They were swishin' not a-lookin' Toot! Toot!, they never came back
Oh, across the alley from the Alamo
When the summer sun decides to settle low
A fly sings an Indian "Hi-de-ho"
To the people passing by
Across the alley from the Alamo
Lived a pinto pony and a Navajo
Who used to bake frijoles in cornmeal dough
For the people passing by
They thought that they would make some easy bucks
By washin' their frijoles in Duz and Lux,
A pair of very conscientious clucks
To the people passin' by
Then they took this cheap vacation, their shoes were polished bright
No, they never heard the whistle, Toot! Toot! they're clear out of sight
Oh, across the alley from the Alamo
When the starlight beams its tender glow
The beams go to sleep and then there ain't no dough
For the people passin' by
One day, they went a walkin' along the railroad track
They were swishin' not a-lookin' Toot! Toot!, they never came back
Oh, across the alley from the Alamo
When the summer sun decides to settle low
A fly sings an Indian "Hi-de-ho"
To the people passin' by

There's a river that parts the valley of this town, following the road up to your father's farm
Your rosy lungs will empty on the day that you were born
And no one thought you'd make it past the morning
Hold...
Your brother said your mother was a firefly you buried in the earth
And every night the firelight warms the tender bits of skin beneath your shirt
The climbing constellations move in semitones
And sit behind the county line in the melody of gravitation
Hold...
Calling on the colours of the globe
Sleep amongst the mango trees and poisoned oaks
A flood for every footprint, for every mile we forgot
Though your hands were little, we always ???
Hold your breath...
The sanctity of soil
Wandering roots and living oils
Unions underground
All around, mountains like diaphragms
The rhythms of a landscape that is breathing

Was it always there, or contracted?
Was it just the thought to which i was attracted?
The body speaks in chemicals,
a song and dance not visible
but i've been told don't go looking
'cause the tune was tuned to find you.
Distance drowns the signal and the call of constellations.
I'm picking up the language that we lost.
Static in the air, no reception.
Was it just a bad antenna or your perception
of the silence that surrounds you,
your ears will move to find it.
Don't do looking,

I looked up and picked out a map in the sky
no need for the nude of the moon as I'm guided by fireflies
and they whisper prayers to my feet
as I tiptoe through gardens minding the slumber of parakeets
and lovers on the way
I won't feel the pull of the coming day
or the compromise of sleep
'cause I've got a fire on the soles of my feet
I'm going as far as these crooked legs take me
not stopping for water or dew covered daisies
not waiting for ribbons or medals to praise me
not washing the blood that has covered and stained me
Oh to be fooled by the wool that has covered me
oh to be led by the light of a melody
I'm making my way while the sun cannot stain me
I'm watching the road with two young eyes to guide me
not looking behind to ensure that the home fires are shrinking
the fireflies fade as the city lights find me
Oh to be fooled by the wool that had covered me
oh to be led by the light of a melody
I'm going as far as these crooked legs take me
I'm watching the road with two young eyes to guide me
I'm making my way while the sun cannot stain me

Talk about your peace of mind.
The one I found so hard to find.
Mosquito stuck in amber mine.
Don't want my body trapped in time.
As I wait for skies to clear,
Don't seem to mind if I shed a tear.
From time to time, I'm swallowed whole,
And in a wink spat on the floor.
Will I follow you home again.
How's it feel to disappear.
Like seriously, just disappear.
And take a stab from papa's spear.
Getting drunk on rotten air.
Bite my tongue, I taste your blood.
Never thought that I could bite hard enough.
Eyes of fire in your skull.
You've got the kind of eyes that burns goose flesh off.
Oh your charm is getting old.
This kind of love ain't bought or sold.
I know you tried if truth be told,
But I still cast you to a bed of coal.
Will I follow you home again.
Bite my tongue, I taste your blood.

Here, we're hanging on to feeling lost.
Tied to and subtle
Now, we find it hard
To keep on living large.
Stunts and five-year plans
Won't really take you far.
Now, we work til dawn
Through stubborn yawns.
Tied to anxious thoughts
That push you on.
Now, we find it hard
To keep on living large.
Stunts and five-year plans
Won't really take you far.
Hence, the come and go
That lessons stick around.
They'll drag you from your

You always knew what you wanted
in fact you always fawn it
how you had your plans laid out back then
But now you come to realize
the truth and the advice
about the best laid plans of mice and man
No I just can't take it
no I don't think I'll make it
there's too much at stake and I can't abide
No I just can't fake it
not for the sake of my pride
Now as you get older
there's more you've got to shoulder
everything comes down to the bottom line
In the eyes the beholder
just like I've always told her
now you've got to ask where it is you sign
No I just can't take it
no I don't think I'll make it
there's too much at stake and I can't abide
No I just can't fake it
know that my heart is aching
it would be a mistake for the sake of my pride
for the sake of my pride
for the sake of my pride
Money always finds wealth
but illness rarely finds health
so crunch your numbers and pop your pills
When your final day comes
the balance and sums
won't count for much as your grave gets filled
No I just can't take it
no I don't think I'll make it
there's too much at stake and I can't abide
No I just can't fake it
know that my heart is aching
it would be a mistake for the sake of my pride
for the sake of my pride

I can see your years in my reflection,
dents and cracks embedded in my skin
Maywood bloom in fireworks and fury
for all the times I didn't let you win.
(Oooh, Oooh woo ooh. x2)
As I make my way through your convictions,
let me pick the best fruit from your tree
And all the miles that we have put between us
have been filled with loving blisters and sour truths.
One by one the seasons change you
Maybe once but not for all
Time can't paint the picture for you
Dying leaves need time to fall
Let me be the one you're running to
One by one the seasons change you
Maybe once but not for all
Time can't paint the picture for you

it started with a seed
it formed the worst of me
marked by tongues and seeds
of cold tranquility
but things are getting better
with lust and spoonfuls of pity
you turned this heart into a city
pirates in the streets
your loves kept underneath
things are getting better
things are getting better
of all the sails you said you carry by your sides
it didnt miss the wind or the daily dice
and everything you did
couldnt keep me any further from the truth
no, everything you did
couldnt keep me any further from the proof
things are getting better
things are getting better
yeah, things are getting better
curse the love you left in this city
curse the love you left in this city
curse the love you left in this city
curse the love you left in this city
curse the love you left in this city
curse the love you left in this city
curse the love you left in this city

There's a season in your eyes
and a fever on your breath
you're anchored to the tide
and the rhythm in your chest
I read the rings and count the city lights
you sing a static sonnet on the dial
you could talk a walk, through the mines
or you could spend all your days
just waiting for the night
the stones that skip, the dust that turns to fire

My ears are ringing
I wasn't sure if you had it in you
it's a flat sky, there's no shadows
I can hear the wrinkles whisper in your dress
Don't hear the ringing, just the wind kissing your ears
'Cause this is how you pass the time away
as the kindling to my cremation
we don't hear the ringing, just the wind kissing our ears

S.O.B.
Jo tak!
Hey, yo
omkvæd:
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Hvor' du fra?
[Hvor' du fra?!?]
-Jeg er fra havnen
Hvor' du fra?
[Hvor' du fra?!?]
-Jeg er fra havnen
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yo, jeg er fra havnen
Vi snakker Danmarks svar på Amsterdam
Der hvor du ka' få alt når fjappen er stram
Der hvor du enten er sømand eller i ShowBiz
Der hvor der står S.O.B. på dit togpiece
Der hvor vi nyder aftenbarens atmosfære
Der hvor du ka' få alt hva' lungerne begærer
Der hvor der er penge hvor de ikke burde være
Der hvor du gør klogt i ikk' at blande dig i andres sager
Der hvor vi siger, "Nu igen?", når politiet stormer
Der hvor en ho løber efter et pladsnummer
Der hvor du tit ser legender som einar
Der hvor knægte fra Amager skubber en bæ-diner
Der hvor hver gade har sit eget postnummer
og hver en bæverdinger den er skummel og lummer
Der hvor små knægte har gangster attituder
Den del af København, hvor der ik' er fyldt med jyder
Der hvor der er topløs betjening på øllet
og storskærm, hver anden søndag nede på bøllet
Der bor, yo homie, kast et H op
og når der er bold, så vil jeg se alle stå op
Omkvæd
Yo jeg er fra havnen
Der hvor de trendy hænger
Der hvor supermodeller
De slænger deres stænger
I en strandstol nede ved luftmadressen
Der hvor Jokerino søger ly for pressen
Der hvor Sort Sol laver hits i en bunker
under jorden undergrunden lortet funker
Der hvor folk
Stikker cirkelspark som jet li
Der hvor folk tager kanalen på en jetski
Der hvor folk lufter deres børn på volden
Der hvor den sidste hippie blev sat og holden
Men det' stadig her
De ik' ka' slå os ihjel
Så vi hilser vors' regering med et knep dig selv!
Omkvæd
Yo jeg er fra havnen
Der hvor der er et anker i kæderne
Der hvor der er lavprofil på alle stederne
Der hvor vi træder i M. Mogensens fodspor
Der hvor etterotter altid har et godt bord
Og bastionen fester dagen efter
Der hvor vi ordner hvadsomhelst nede på Hekla
Der hvor drenge og piger sprænger ud som labre larver
Der hvor vores mure de har minder og farver
Der hvor vi har både Opera og Operaen
Der hvor soprano ikke synger sopran
Men vi er egentlig stadigvæk en købstad
Så sig hvad du vil
For jeg er fucking ligeglad
For det' her vi ik' er imponeret af nogen
Der hvor du ka' leve et helt liv uden at krydse broen
Der hvor det er på og ingen ting blir for tidenær
Det sidste kvarter der ik' har overgivet sig

Gather round, faceless bidders
As sickening grins
Flood the room
Cheque books
At the ready
We'd like to present to you
A deadly cocktail of
Mind control
And psychological warfare
Chemicals shoved down the throat
And sleeping into the skin
Psychological Inceptions
Misrepresentations
Overthrown nations
Oppressive creations
With the blood of the innocent dashed on top all
Sold to the highest bidder
To be enjoyed
Under the illusion
Of grandeur
Just keep on buzzing
Hive, blind in your ignorance
Just keep on chasing paper
We're enthroned as kings live under the light
Of an entire population's ignorance
What are you blind?
You pathetic CUNTS
Next up for auction is a machine race with depraved minds
Unknowingly enslaved our methods
Ensure their mass distraction
While we're riveting
Retching
Heaving
Promising
Painting a portrait for the public
Can I start the bidding at a price worthy of a fully thought out
Termination of a healthy portion of their
Un-awakened lives
So that we may reign of as gods
Forever more
Listen up now
We have spent years dominating over humanity
So get back to financing the dying economy
Take a look at this celebrity
Isn't she pretty?
As she smiles with greed
Don't look at that
This auctioneer of Depravity
With the buying and selling
Of humanity
Alright, take a look at humanity
Aren't we clever
As we shun each other for a system
Cast your unscathed eyes aside
Why not just carve them out because we have our first bid
Critical structures fall clinically
The second bid
Unspoken numbers surely die
Upon the third bid
Their souls are callously fed to the jaws of the beast
As religious belief controls the weak
Under a polluted skyline insufficient
Awoken minds get ridiculed and branded with insanity
While most behave like sheep
Running circles in the street saying work work work
All whilst we accept our fourth bid
Force feeding you war and famine and disease and
Detrimental in conclusions
Sparking riots hailing mass
Public disorder
All whilst we commence this auction
In the confines of conspiracy
And it's all sold to the men who print the money
Along with all the requirements of life
Control the money

Lullaby (Mountain) by The Acorn
I, I will wash over you
I know your heart is true
Little Mountain of mine
‘Cause the sun set down on me
You turn your head and slowly start to breathe
Like the common bonds on carbon, buried deep
I’m the shadow of the long forgotten dream
But I, I will wash over you
I know your heart is true
Little mountain of mine
But every word I wrote left incomplete
And the promises I never got to keep
Though you toes grow colder as you sleep
The blood runs through your heart with every beat
‘Cause I, I will wash over you
I know your heart is true
Little Mountain of mine
I, I will wash over you
I know your heart is true

Let me make you an offer
Take the glass from this plate and saucer
Hold it up to your mouth
Though you haven't been a bother
At all
And I'll come to you
If to tell you
Tell you how that you
You're on my mind
Most the time
When my plans have fallen through
I'd love to rest
And keep things under the table
Pass the days evading whispers and labels
You're surely not the only treasure
On a map too large to measure
Take your pick on the exit

Sometimes treasures found are treasures best left hidden
Like petty crimes that shouldn't be forgiven
And the shadow cast by the towers you left standing
Listen to the ringing in your ears
You belmont(?) mouth and drinking paint the water
Pillow aches and eyes burn for tomorrow
Wedding seasons to temporary reasons
Nothing but the ringing in your ears
A trumpet tales you heard ad infinitum(?)
Parting words and how we might divide them
No holy wars or drunk high school reunions
Nothing but the ringing in our ears
The paper bag film version of your life
The family jewels you put under the knife
And heirlooms mark the stunts you can't get rid of
Branded in your backside for you to sit on
Sunlight paints the poles with dusk and plaster
These days the waves lap the sidewalks so much faster
I fall asleep in the valley between your shoulders
Listen to the ringing in my ears (x4)

Basking in low gravity, in a fog.
Wilting in your levity.
Whitewashing avenues of our widening disparities.
We never made a sound just stared at one another.
The heavy clouds that crowd your head, and above,
Satellites that light the dead darkness of your vacuum.
Your body bleeds in infrared.
The shadow and the flame run from another.
The river calm and tame sits above the undercurrents.
Relish in the sound.
The weightless words the heart attracts.
I want it all; no, I want you back; the period a long ellipse.

A thousand points of light
Are flowing through the streets
Painting streaks and streams
Of light upon our feet
You cannot take a single step
Without these colors covering our cheeks
And all these fading dreams
Are coral in the trees
The slumber town is smoked
The capital's on fire
The slumber town is smoked
The capital's on fire
We cannot take a single step
Without these ashes covering our feet
And all these failing dreams
Are burning in the streets
So take the hand that guides your shoulder
And walk into the wall
All this town is underwater

Your head is full of fire
With words and false desires
Oh, you signed and sealed it
My brokered heart believed it
Your head's above the water
The land ahead has caught you
I've already signed and sealed it
My brokered hand believed it
Again, my heart is caving in
My eye is turning into dim
Your head is full of fire
With words and false desires
Oh, you signed and sealed it