The Turning World

by Nicolai Schorr

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released February 26, 2019

Performed by
Nicolai Schorr, vocals, guitars, bass, keys, percussion
Antonio Passacantilli, drums on 1, 10 and programming on 7
Daniella Grimm, violin on 1,3,10

Recorded, mixed, mastered by Antonio Passacantilli at wolvesinsound, Berlin June 2018 - February 2019

Cover by Nicolai Schorr
Original photograph by Florian von Frieling
Original drawing by Anna Roberta Vattes

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Track Name: Pacific Ocean Mountain Range
Old words on this page
Old old feelings out of place
Nothing intact but the shell
Sailor, this ship was never meant to sail

Pacific Ocean mountain range
Down in endless serpentines
Way into the depths of the trench
Where the serpentines unwind

I was so out of control
I could not hear a thing
I looked like I fought an octopus
The way I'm blotched with ink

Pacific Ocean mountain range
Down in endless serpentines
Way into the depths of the trench
Where the serpentines unwind
Track Name: The Image Hit The Eye
Was it something you said
That got stuck in my head
And like splinter in the hand
Grew into a tree and then
Carried fruit in the spring
That fell into my palm
And were absorbed through the skin
Back into my system

Or was it something from the inside
That I pushed out into the light of day
And then the night
Settled in and it was bright
And all the sunglasses I had
Could not tone down the effect
Of when the image hit the eye
Flipped and traveled back inside
Track Name: I Took The Stairs
I took the stairs
To get my bike
I rode the bike
To the bus stop
Got on the bus
To the airport
Boarded the first plane to depart
Never to turn and to turn into a stranger

And when I got to where I'd gone
I looked around and moved on
I took the first bus that would run
And when it stopped at the last stop
I saw my bike through the window
Locked to a post

I awoke from the strangest dream
In which I'd climbed a thousand steps
Into a kitchen, where we met
Where we sat and talked for hours
In the briefness of the blinking of an eye

I took the stairs
To get my bike
I rode the bike
To the bus stop
Got on the bus
To the airport
Boarded the first plane to depart
Never to turn and to turn into a stranger
Track Name: Falling Fading
Deep in the bottom of my coat
My hands are hurting
As I'm walking through the snow

It is always the same walk
Take the bridge across the river
Through the park

I always look at the guitars
In the shop window
Across the theatre bar

I'll let them go
And my thoughts of them are fading with the snow

My grandma lives on the ground floor
A picture of her
Is hanging on the door

And every time I go inside
I am ready to find out
That she has died

And every time she's alive
And every time there's less of her in her own eyes

And so I think about time
About how it passes
And what I do in mine

And so I think about the snow
About how it falls
And stays a while
And then just goes
Track Name: Nothing
I move my fingers through her hair
She is lying across two chairs
And there's a blanket to keep her warm
Her head is resting in her own palm
And there is nothing on her mind

She has a suitcase upon her shelf
And maybe I should get one myself
I do not know what she keeps inside
And I'm afraid of what I'd find in mine
If I was looking
What if there's nothing
Maybe there's nothing there for me to find

I move my fingers across her face
Put on a record and it plays
A song that I have known for years
But somehow it sounds new to my ears
It sounds like nothing I have ever heard
Track Name: The Most Beautiful Man
The greatest friend I ever had
Lives only in my head
Where he'll always be a teen
The most beautiful man I have never seen

Sometimes I let him take my hand
And he leads me through the land
Where the future is the past
Where everything lasts

Where the grass is always green
And the records always spin
And the Apache reign
In the mountains
And on the plains

His battered guitar amp
Is a promise in my hands
Is a token from that land
The only promise that still stands

And the grass is always green
And the records always spin
And the Apache reign
In the mountains
And on the plains
Track Name: Everything Fades
The trees outside are losing leaves
The leaves will stick to the shoes
That we have put onto your feet
You wear them everywhere you go
And everywhere you go is good
And we will walk along your way
The trust in every single step
Will never change or fade away

But then the rain falls
Everything fades when the rain comes
And the sunshine
Different light when the sun shines
Track Name: Greenest Meadow
It is morning in the kitchen
In my story, on this page
There's a bucket that is mentioned
That you use to wash your face

There's a forest that we go to
To cut branches off a tree
One is bow, and one is arrow
Which is which one going to be?

This must be the greenest meadow
And it's ours until dark
On these grounds that make us brothers
Separate, yet never apart

And your guitar is a spaceship
But it cannot take me, too
And now you are somewhere in orbit
And my mind's orbiting you
Track Name: Mountains In My Mind
I was watching
Something stupid on my phone
Someone talking
To a camera in their home
I was tired
But I could not close my eyes
And climb
The mountains in my mind

I was watching
Something stupid on my phone
In the kitchen
And the night was coming on
The candle on
The table shining bright
Like a sunrise
On the mountains in my mind

Climb, climb,climb
A fall is nothing at all
Track Name: I Don't Live Like I Travel
A shoreline is a sculpture
Cast by what it contains
With enough time and water
Everything turns to clay

So when we fight each other
We hold each other close
So we can land all punches
And mend our wounds

There's a golem in the backyard
Of the house that's on my mind
Every time I try to enter
I leave everyone behind

And I bring an empty bucket
On the way I hope for rain
So far I haven't been lucky
The sun's been out every day

I don't live like I travel
But I become what I see
And everything I touch
Becomes a little like me

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