03:47 min – Written and arranged by Amir Sufi. Produced by Amir Sufi and Martin Bartscher. Trumpet played by Flo Brandl. Trombone played by Mathias Götz. Saxophone and Clarinet played by Ferdinand Settele. Drums played by Martin Bartscher. Standup Bass, Piano, Guitars, Harmonica, Percussions and all voices played and performed by Amir Sufi. Mastered by Martin Bartscher. Cover Art by Mayolove. Photo by Foto Dunkel Eschwege.
Smile and the whole world smiles with you. Head up! Grey skies are turning blue. Sunshine is an easy thing to do, oh yeah. Just smile and the whole world smiles with you. Sing out a happy melody. The world is gonna be your company. Listen to the birds up in the tree, oh yeah. When you sing out a happy melody. Dance! See the world is joining in. Around you swirling butterflies swing. Like the ladybirds and bees you shake your thing, oh yeah. When you dance, see the world is joining in. Clap! Clap your hands and feel the groove. The world is gonna do the same way, too, just like you. Don’t you hear the applause as the wind is blowing through the leaves? Just clap! Clap your hands and feel the beat. It’s so bad when you’re sad. They say something dulcet dies for every tear you cry. So why are you so blue? Cause I know something better you could do: Love! Love as deeply as you can. The world will be your lover and your friend. Like hot lava spat from a vulcano. Just love! Love as deeply as you can. Laugh as you make the world agree. Joyful as the dolphins in the sea. There is no such thing as controversy, no no. Just laugh as you make the world agree. Sunshine is an easy thing to do, oh yeah. When you smile, the whole world smiles with you.
7 Songs, 37 Min 35 Sec – Written, arranged, produced and performed by Beni Brachtel (Bartellow) and Amir Sufi. Artwork by Mayolove. Released on Estrela Records, Austria.
Lovemachine
I was afraid I had been left to rust for such a long time now. You came to keep me from the dust. I’ve been waiting for you. Somehow you’re the only one ever to receive the signals of my love. I can feel that you believe in the things I’m capable of.
You fill up my circuit with electricity. Plugging in the wire, reviving my energy. You’re pushing the buttons to boot up my system. Launch the application for sensual wisdom.
I’m a love machine and it’s love I’m in whenever you want to turn me on.
My CPU is speeding up. Beating in time with your hips. I don’t want you to ever stop caressing me with your lips. We have already become one in the stage of the bionic. I touch you girl and you begun to be so electronic.
My fuses are blowing, the system is reeling. Synthetic emotions, alert phase erotic. Repetitive motions are jamming robotics.
I’m a love machine and it’s love I’m in whenever you want to turn me on.
Everything
Basmati
Glycerine
Lovemachine – Ben Mono Remix
Basmati – Mike Burns Rmx
Lovemachine – Radio Edit
2 Songs, 7 Min 53 Sec – written, arranged, produced and performed by Amir Sufi. Drums by David Wöhrer. Girl’s shouts by the Gersters. Mixed by Clemens Schleiwies, The Private Room. Mastered by Horst Pfaffelmayer, Goldchamber Mastering. Artwork by Musclebeaver. Released on Sounds of Subterrania.
Every year in winter time is a special celebration where everyone can hear the chime of love across the nation. Young and old are looking forward in bright anticipation. I suggest, we party like never done before.
I wear my Santa dress you put on your reindeer suite. You start riding over rough and smooth. I crack my whip flipping ho, ho, ho. Let’s have sex for christmas. I wear my snowman suite you put on your turkey dress. I shift some carrot up into your chest. Ginger bread through the oven door. Let’s have sex for christmas.
Slide up and down your chimney until my sack is empty. Let’s stuff the christmas turkey with delicious jerkey.
The christmas tree has got a branch with big balls hanging from it. The snowman has got a carrot so why don’t you go down on it. Let me ring your jingle bells until my candle is burning. Let’s fire up the ingle well. Gift giving I come.
I wear my Santa dress you put on your reindeer suite. You bend over and I do you good. I crack my whip flipping ho, ho, ho. Let’s have sex for christmas. I wear my snowman suite you put on your turkey dress. I shift some carrot up into your chest. Ginger bread through the oven door. Let’s have sex for christmas.
You slide up and down our chimneys. Until your sack is empty. Let’s see what’s under the tree when we go down on our knees. Do you want Santa’s sweetness? Close your eyes open your mouth and taste it. I promised you a white christmas. Now I let it snow on your face.
We wear our Santa dress you put on your reindeer suite. We start riding over rough and smooth. We crack our whip flipping ho, ho, ho. Let’s have sex for christmas. We wear your snowman suite you put on your turkey dress. We shift some carrot up into your ass. Ginger bread through the oven door. Let’s have sex for christmas.
04:54 Min – Written, arranged, produced and performed by Amir Sufi. Mixed by Clemens Schleiwies, The Private Room. Mastered by Horst Pfaffelmayer, Goldchamber Mastering. Title track of the original motion picture “City Kill” by Markus Hagen. Released on Sounds of Subterrania.
Who came to put the world into a bog of delinquency? (Raoul Vasquez) Who is the one who thinks he’s destined to hog all New York City? (Raoul Vasquez) Who is the man that is sipping the blood of his enemies? (Raoul Vasquez) And who is the fiend that sends out his jackals to kill? When the white snow is falling and the city is calling in need then the time has come to pay for the bill in lead.
City Kill. City Kill. The shitfly is starting to boast. He has reckoned without his host. City Kill. City Kill. Spinning a web of sins that in the end he gets caught within.
Who has come home to seek bloody revenge oh so angrily? (Ronny and Barry) Who got the license to go underground in New York City? (Ronny and Barry) Who are the men that will not back away from brutality? (Ronny and Barry) And who are the ones that got to face the music of ill? When their anger is rising, Raoul’s gang dominating the streets. Then the two have come to serve the bill in lead.
City Kill. City Kill. If they haven’t shot all the ill be sure in the end they will. City Kill. City Kill. Fighting for victory they get a bit like the enemy.
Bristled with munition, proper arms to kill at high speed, the two have come to serve the bill in lead.
City Kill. City Kill. There’s no way of doing good without doing evil. City Kill. City Kill. If you got into this you should run before getting your leaden fill.
8 Songs, 36 Min 58 Sec – Written by Amir Sufi. Produced by Beni Brachtel (Bartellow). Mixed by Clemens Schleiwies, The Private Room. Mastered by Horst Pfaffelmayer, Goldchamber Mastering. Photos by Andreas Hosch. Fashion by hamansutra. Artwork by Mayolove. Released on Sounds of Subterrania.
I Can’t Stop my Feet
Bla Bla
We sit opposite talking. But I got only one thing on my mind. As you quote Stephen Hawking it’s your bosom that has caught my eye. Sorry, did you say something? I’m just trying to keep my self-control. But the way that you’re moving won’t make me more conversational.
What would you do if I would kiss you just a litttle bit? What would you say if I’d be touching, squeezing, tickling? You say you’d like to get to know me better.
Damn, your’re pretty resistent. The drinks have not impaired your eloquence. In my mind I’m arranging your words to concessions of romance. The later the evening the greater the receiving of the signals your body is sending out. My mind is all jamming but it still can’t be made up about
what you would do if I would kiss you just a little bit, what you would say if I’d undress you just a little bit. I promise, afterwards we talk a little. Why not do it the other way around? Why not turn everything upside down?
Party People
As Long As
Tonite I Feel Like Dancing
Rock
Let’s Do It Tonite
Harvey
12 Songs, 48 Min 38 Sec – Written, arranged, produced and performed by Amir Sufi. Recorded at Tonbuero, Berlin by Clemens Nürnberger and Jan Cziharz from Klangfarm, Berlin. Mastered at Gold Chamber Mastering Studios, Siegendorf. Saxophon by Nik Behr, Trumpet by Florian Scheffler and Till Bortels, Trombone by Florian Stauch, Matthias Kuhl and Sebastian Kauer. Photos by Detlef Schneider. Illustration by Musclebeaver. Fashion by hamansutra. Artwork by designliga. Released on Sounds of Subterrania.
Take your favourite CD, LP or MC out of your record shelf. Think of a cool way to ruin it and have someone film you doing it. Send the videoclip to amos@playbackpayback.com. I’ll show it on my website and you’ll receive a free album.
AMOS Playback Payback. Destroy your favourite songs and you’ll get better ones. AMOS Playback Payback. The greatest songs in the world will cost you no dime. Make way for the best who’s now in his prime. So spread the word and toe the line when it’s Playback Payback time.
Rock
Funky
All Over Again
Let’s Do it Tonite
Bla Bla
Imperator of Pop
Party People
MTV is Killing Me
Tonite I Feel Like Dancing
Harvey
Standstill
As Long As
04:28 Min – Written, arranged, produced and performed by Amir Sufi. Recorded at Tonbuero, Berlin. Mixed by Jan Cziharz, Clemens Nürnberger and Amir Sufi at Klangfarm, Berlin. Mastered by Jörg Weger. Photos by Detlef Schneider. Artwork by designliga. Fashion by hamansutra. Released on Sounds of Subterrania.
There ain’t no reason for me to sit down, cause tonight you’ll be around. You got the beat and I can’t stop my feet. I don’t need noone to come along. No, you make me feel so strong. You got the beat and I can’t stop my feet. See that lady, you know she winks at me. I’m sorry girl but I don’t know disloyalty. You got the beat.
And I can’t stop my feet from dancing around to you baby. DJ stop the beat. Please hold back the music from driving me crazy. I can’t stop my feet from dancing around out of desire. DJ stop the beat or I will be setting this whole place on fire.
Underneath the neon light we break it down all through the night. You got the beat and I can’t stop my feet. You’re in charge. It seems to be too late. I feel my shoes disintegrate. You got the beat.
And I can’t stop my feet from dancing around to you baby. DJ stop the beat. Please hold back the music from driving me crazy. I can’t stop my feet from dancing around out of desire. DJ stop the beat or I will be setting this whole place on fire.