Tartan Pants

Tartan pants (Musik: Markus Blumberg, Text: Tim Roderwieser)

I first saw your eyes shining through the crowd, you wore your tartan pants.
You always said the right thing and you did it, but around me was a fence.
You carried me a while, I carried you a while, you carried me a while

You first flashed me in a peanut covered gramophone, with that biker through the wall,
Not every great love has a happy end, ours could have had, but my courage was too small
You carried me a while, I carried you a while, you carried me a while, we carried each
other for a while

You are more than just a glimpse or a hidden sound in the attic of my memory
You will always be a part of my life and I hope you feel the same when you think of me


Atlanterra (Musik & Text: Tim Roderwieser)

Do you feel that time is running out and your thoughts are filled with fog,
there´s no music and the only sound is the ticking of the clock,
wipe this all away, listen what I say, get your things together turn your mind on purple heather.
We will pack the busses with the boys and we make some noise
and we let our spirits fly to the western coast again.

Take me back home to the breaking waves on the shores of Atlanterra.
Seems to me like we´ve never been apart.
Deep in our soul is a well known place and the sound of Atlanterra,
here you will find the freedom for your heart.

We have seen the force awakening, on the Skelligs we stood like Jedi Lords,
won the Durness football championship, danced on the Muir of Ord.
Midges in the port, everyday we got on board of another Cal Mac Ferry, made it home to Scott and Mairi,
sailors of the Oich and the Ness, winding up to Healy´s Pass,
now the time has come for the knights of Patsy Dan!

You´re divided though you share legends from both sides of the great divide.
A stormy danger but we dare to take this final boat to the other side.


Flowers of Glen Coe

Flowers of Glen Coe (Musik & Text: Hannes Landau)

On a bright summer morning me and my son walked through MacDonalds Glen Coe.
We talked about freedom, friendship and love but something happened here years ago.

The wounds of the past take a long time to heal and their roots are strong and deep.
Summer comes and winter goes here in my lovely Glen Coe.

It’s the ground that you walk and the air that you breathe,
smell the flowers that grow in the sun.
Let the story they tell never let fade away
and remember how it all begun.

We sat down on a stone, kept silence for a while. “For what reason is war?” asked my son.
A tear dropped down and I shook my head. “I don´t know…” was all that I said.

It’s the ground that you walk and the air that you breathe,
smell the flowers that grow in the sun.
Let´s the story they tell keep in mind every day
and remember how it all begun.

It’s the burden of every nation, it’s the question of every child,
the duty of every chieftain, the future of mankind.

It’s the ground that you walk and the air that you breathe,
they tell stories of blood, hate and war.
Let the wounds of the land and men who can´t be friends
heal through the flowers of Glen Coe.

Thanks to the Irish

Thanks to the Irish (Musik & Text: Michael Fliegner)

On day one of our journey we crossed the Irish Sea,
a hotel at the harbour, the first place we´d got to be.
With a look out to the Old Head we played „Johnny“ at the shore
and in Dingle at An Conair´s „Taking back the land“ once more.

In the morning a Full Breakfast, noon till dawn the Irish sun,
on the left always the seaside, we are Anduril on the run.
In the evening a grilled Sirloin, grab a can of tasteful black,
take a look out to the ocean where the sun burns a ship´s deck.

You warmed our hearts with your smile, we felt welcome in your land,
you made us a home for a while, made it easy for our band,
there is just one thing for sure: One day we will be back
to the beauty of the forty shades and the taste of Irish Black.

Standing there upon green mountains, feeling like this must be fake,
breathing in the magic moments at the mystic Barley Lake.
Climb the steps up to the monks and birds, Little Skellig in the mist,
throw the balls down on the Blasket Sand, Mr. Rhythm raise your fist.

So we say: „Thanks to the Irish and to our promised land,
you warmed our hearts with your smile, we felt welcome in your land.“

Talisker Bay

Talisker Bay (Musik & Text: Hannes Landau)

Life isn´t simple and your track isn´t always straight.
Sometimes it´s cloudy and you fear to lose your way.
Every night follows daylight, there´ll be sunshine after rain.
Your dark cloud shifter comes from this place.

Just sit down and relax and breath the air,
enjoy the outlook let the wind blow your hair.

Take me back to Talisker Bay, where time stood still, where I found my way.
Take me back where I belong, to the coast where I became strong.

Every wave reached my heart every stone keeps a memory.
What once was hard to find: My spirit will be free.
If burdens shading your mind, let the clouds take them aside.
Written in the water: Welcome back to life!

The light on the horizon will ease the pain, coming back to this coast is always a gain.

Running for Life

Running for life (Musik: Markus Blumberg, Text: Hannes Koch)

Walking the path day by day, the same old way,
the birds and the trees , the well known noises.
Asking myself everytime: “Why should I stay?”
Louder and louder I hear these voices:

„You`re running and running the same old ways, you`re running in circles.”

Illusions? Still there all the time, but fading like worn out sheets.
They`re covering me by loosing their colours.
Deep in my heart in the middle of my mind are fears I cannot defeat.
My conscious is clear but afraid of the dawn.

Still hoping and praying for better days. You`re running for life.

“Just turn around” ,says the cat with a smile, “I´m the one, I give you protection.”
“Just turn around and rest for a while, I´m the one to show you direction.”


Guardian (Musik & Text: Hannes Koch)

endless nights the moon is shining bright I lie awake
this frightening light still I’m trying to find some peace – for heaven sake
all the things I’ve done placed on heaven’s vage
the works of love the words of rage
like a movie of my life like a picture in a row
hopeless fears grow and grow

on an on the thoughts capture my mind an slightly shock me
but you are there your touch will ease the pain you’ll gently rock me
soon my spirit will fly again over silent seas and my mind will be released
and you ease my pain from this moment I feel nothing
more I can adore

give me your guidance
give me your guidance

let me walk through foreign places
hand in hand on hopeful traces

show me the future let me believe in live
be my guide stay with me

comes the day whenall the tears are dried and pain will end
you’ll be there together we are strong for the last stand
I know the day will comewe will go with the tide
my guardian you stay on my side


Silverfalcon (Musik & Text: Tim Roderwieser)

In the time when Ubique Terrarum and Fury saved people from fire
your home was a library and the smell of the books did inspire,
to find all the places from the lines on the pages, where wizzards and dragons did hide.
In these days the whole world was open so wide.
If you take all your courage you will be a much stronger man,
if the colours are fading, you must paint the picture again.
Bring together the youth and the age, in the North you will enter your stage,
if you spread out your wings you will be a Silverfalcon again!

Silverfalcon, if you rise up again, then I wanna fly with you!
Silverfalcon, if it happens again, then the whole world is yours.

You rode the White Horse of Litton Cheney, played Tambourine Man with the Birds,
slept in bunkers, you´ve always swum against the speed of all salmon herds.
The Old Lime was a nest for The Twens and later for the Sticky Pants.
Can´t you see that the tide is turning inside?
If the weakness is fading the light, your courage is shining so bright.
Have you ever seen the misty Hebrides and mountains where purple heather grows?
Come with me and I will show you places where the Spey and the Highland music flows…

Songtexte Atlanterra

Highland Commander

Highland Commander (Musik & Text: Tim Roderwieser)

Came in from the west to the boats of the Highlands,
took over the rudder, the band went aboard.
First gig: At Benleva we played on the Nessbanks,
our keel cut the waves and the water like Aragorn´s sword.

The beat of the boat and the engine just sounded like drums and bass,
and the tune of the song was like wind on the hills and the lake.
The water of life filled our souls and the spirit let legends grow,
as we sang of the land and the people and tales were awake.

Just spread your wings out and fly through the glen,
on a Highland Commander our music is send to cover the land.

On the back of an eagle that lay on the water,
we sung of the wolves and the call of the blood and the whales.
The giant Ben Tee waits to be crowned by a walker.
Three soldiers still guarding the people, the bens and the vales.


Culloden (Musik: Anduril, Text: Tim Roderwieser)

We have always been right by your side, now a shadow´s crawling in the night.
The enemy is closer now than it has ever been,
the crows are waiting for a feast in the moorlands in between.
You´re still young and brave and full of pride.

You took us cross the border to some southern places,
but strength has turned to fear on the clansmen´s faces.
The end of days is coming now, come fellows raise your arms,
we´re guests of the last supper in our land that´s full of harm.
Who will bring us home when this day is done?

Every man dies, not every man is really living!
We´re protecting the land, our souls are what we´re giving.

The Fourtyfive has come to an end, here side by side for the last stand.
Jacobites, hold fast, until the morning light!

Fivethousand men, all that´s left of your troops after all.
Of course we do know of our fate, but we stand tall.
Our blood runs like a river and our fortune´s crushed like ice.
You raised our land one time again but now we pay the price.
Where is our king? Don´t let the Highlands fall!