ERTLIF SOUNDS:


ERTLIF
Plastic Queen
Try Making It Easy
Train Of Time
You're Nothing At All
There Is Only Time To Die
The Song
High And Dry
Walpurgis
Classical Woman


ILLUSIONS
Seasons Of Atomic Roses
Tell Me No Lies
Edgar Flee
Morning Dew
Flying In The Sky
Pressure
Plastic Queen (New Version)
The Door
Island Of Silence - Time








Edgar Flee Story:

Am Anfang von ‹Edgar Flee› steht eine Parabel von Tolstoi mit dem Titel ‹Wieviel Erde braucht der Mensch?› Tolstoi's Kurzgeschichte sagt im Kern aus, dass Menschen, die nie genug kriegen können, letztlich an ihrer Gier zugrunde gehen.

Die Geschichte handelt vordergründig vom Bauern Pachom, der zwar mit dem, was er hat, gut über die Runden kommt, aber der Neid auf wohlhabendere Nachbarn frisst an ihm und lässt ihm keine Ruhe. Im Laufe der Geschichte taucht der Teufel in verschiedenen Rollen auf, um Pachom zu verführen und seine Gier nach mehr Land weiter anzustacheln.

Tatsächlich gelingt es Pachom, seinen Besitz auszudehnen, aber er muss dafür seine Seele verkaufen. Am Ende erhält er eine Rechnung präsentiert, die ihn teurer zu stehen kommt, als ihm lieb sein kann. In der Nacht vor den entscheidenden Ereignissen offenbart ihm der Teufel sein wahres Wesen und seinen ganzen satanischen Plan in einem Traum.

Aber Pachom ist derart vor Gier verblendet, dass er die Traumbilder nicht als Wahrheit erkennt. So verbleibt ihm am Ende nichts, sogar sein Leben wird ihm genommen. Alles zerrinnt und löst sich auf. Beim Sterben dämmert ihm die Erkenntnis, dass der Mensch nicht mehr Erde braucht als ein kleines Stück Land, um seinen Leichnam aufzunehmen.

Die Geschichte stand in einem Basler Schulbuch und sie hatte uns in der Schulzeit so stark beeindruckt, dass wir Jahre später beschlossen, sie zu vertonen. Beinahe wie besessen haben wir über Monate gearbeitet, bis sich Pachom schliesslich in Edgar Flee verwandelt hatte. Die Tatsache, dass heute besonders viele Pachoms leben, verleiht Tolstoi's Geschichte einen zeitlosen Wert.

Edgar Flee Lyrics:

Looks at the waves
Of the corn that flows away.
Talks to a fisherman,
Early dawn,
With home made rods and stories
Of the one that got away.
He sees a rabbit crossing,
Wide open space,
Thinks to himself:
What a lovely sunny day.
There's so many people,
Passing by,
With Sunday suits
And the money's gone away.
What can I do, he says to himself.
I'm breaking my back for nothing,
For a lousy pay,
Watching other people having
What they want.
I'll do anything to be like,
Be like them.
I even sell my soul to
The Devil below
If he could make me
A very big man.
Now listen, Flee:
I give you what you want.
Just sell your soul to me
Ha, it's your destiny.
But remember, Flee,
Don't ever let me down.
'Cause if you sell your soul to me,
You'll be all mine for eternity.
Edgar Flee
Soon borrowed money from his sister Penelathie.
With this he bought
Land of his only heart's desire.
But was he happy, he don't know.
More he wants to feed his greed and
desire.
But was he happy, he don't know.
More he wants to feed his greed and
desire.
Soon Edgar Flee
Met this business man called Jambolie:
You can buy more land,
Cheaply, but it's long, long, long way.
But was he happy, he don't know.
More he wants to feed his greed and
desire.
But was he happy, he don't know.
More he wants to feed his greed and
desire.
Then Edgar Flee
Heard more from this business man called Jambolie.
And his neighbours got very jealous,
They didn't like that brave old Edgar Flee.
Listen, Flee:
Just one thousand miles away
You can find your land.
That's your destiny.
Just go on working
With your soul on fire.
Your mind and your body
Will get the desire.


Oh, Jambolie, I listen to what you say.
I'll break off the very, very next day.
Oh, Jambolie, I listen to what you say.
I'll break off the very, very next day.
There he goes,
The brave Edgar Flee,
Yes, to search for the land
So far away.
His mind is so distorted
And his soul is full of fire.
You got to run, Edgar Flee,
Yes, to search for the land
So far away.
Run, Edgar Flee.
Run Edgar Flee.
Run, run.
Run.
Tired, weary,
Edgar finally reaches the land
He always dreamed about.
He worked hard,
Day after day
And he got richer and richer.
But his mind, so full of unrest,
His soul full of fire.
He wanted more,
So much more
To fulfil his desire.
Begging for more,
To satisfy his soul.
But somehow, he knew,
He must pay my toll.
But was he happy, he don't know.
More he wants to feed his greed and desire.
Eyes are glowing
People are walking through my mind.
Hands are showing
I don't know what I'm trying to find.
Listen, Flee:
I gave you what you wanted,
All the good things in life,
Everything that you desired.
Money, riches
Lot's of happiness, too!
But now, my little Flee,
Get ready for the fire!
Climbing up that hill
To search for his master
To get some strength
To face his disaster.
The greed broke his heart,
His body let him down.
No strength, no hope,
He has lost his soul.
He asked for some more
And he knew: I had to pay with my soul.
I had to pay with my soul.
With my soul.
With my soul.
With my soul.
Edgar,
Edgar,
Edgar.
He's dead.
Now his all mine,
All mine.
Music by James Mosberger, Teddy Riedo and Richard J. Rusinski, Lyrics by Richard J. Rusinski