Little Detours

Recorded at Mühle der Freundschaft.
Produced by Viviane Kudo, Jo Schultz and Martin Schmeing.
Mastered by Hans-Jörg Mauksch at Pauler acoustics, Northeim.

Reference number: 319.1555.2

Photography and artwork: Manfred Pollert. www.pollert.de

Special thanks to Martin Schmeing, Manfred Pollert, Deko Pellmann,
Heaven and Mattis Balks for contributing their time, expertise and heart.

Thanks to Marcus Praed, Pamela Niazi, Henri Schroth, Bruno Schroth,
Barbara Thorbüren,Margeret Fehren, Josef "Jupp" Tüpker, Anselm Züghart
und Nicola Wolter-Pollert.

Very special thanks to Corinna Helms and Katharina Jungblut.

1 Nothing's better on the roads not taken 2:35
Text und Musik: Viviane Kudo & Jo Schultz

2 Better we dont’t 3:54
Text und Musik: Jo Schultz

3 One and only 3:50
Text und Musik: Jeffrey H. Cohen, Lassen Teitur, Michael Ochs

4 In love 2:46
Text: Viviane Kudo, Musik: Jo Schultz

5 Drive a little detour 3:02
Text und Musik: Jo Schultz

6 To all the lonesome alligators 3:25
Text und Musik: Viviane Kudo & Jo Schultz

7 On tiptoe 3:49
Text und Musik: Jo Schultz

8 Let me in 3:07
Text: Jo Schultz, Musik: Viviane Kudo & Jo Schultz

9 Cruel 4:36
Text und Musik: Viviane Kudo

10 A face to call home tonight 2:34
Text und Musik: Jo Schultz

11 Ordinary wailing (2016) 4:15
Text und Musik: Jo Schultz

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Nothing's better on
the roads not taken

Viviane Kudo - pianet, vocals, organetta
Jo Schultz - guitars
Deko Pellmann - drums & percussion

Did you want me to pay for ... whatever?
Did you want to see me broken?
Did you hope I might fail and sink?
Did you want to see me wailing?
Did you want me to cry?

    Nothing’s better
    On the roads not taken
    Nothing’s better
    On the road I’m driving now
    The grass it isn’t greener
    On the the other side
    It’s just green
    It’s not wrong
    It’s not right

You were just nasty
Cause you can
And I was stupid
Cause I am
You were not wrong
And neither was I
It simply was better
To say goodbye

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Better we don't

Viviane Kudo - pianet, vocals
Jo Schultz - guitars, banjo, percussion

The night train to Da Nang
Was not as filthy as they told
But the weather in paradise
Was quite windy and cold
Two days we felt lost
In the Asian rain
Then everything brightens
And she said to me

    Better we don’t care
    What’s good or bad here
    Better we go to
    To the place by the river
    Where no one trails off
    Tomorrow will come
    And we’ll still be there
    And tomorrow will go
    And we’ll still be here

The night bus to Nha Trang
Was not as cheap as they told
But »Some Days of Silence«
Was as precious as gold
Six days we felt sheltered
At the South China Sea
And the day we moved on
She said to me

One and only

Viviane Kudo: vocals
Jo Schultz: guitar

In love

Viviane Kudo - pianet, vocals
Jo Schultz - guitars

You caught me by the way
You tilted your head
Caught me by surprise
You hadn’t found it yet
You looked so pretty
In that summer dress
Leaving my heart
In a glorious mess

    How I long
    For your kiss
    For the gentle touch
    Of your fingertips
    I’m in love
    With a beautiful girl
    I’m in love with you

You are still beside me
Still I can smell your hair
Still I feel the fabric
Of that pretty dress your wear
You caught me by the way
You tilted your head
Caught me by surprise
You hadn’t found it yet

Drive a little detour

Viviane Kudo - piano, vocals
Jo Schultz - guitar

A boat! Bring me a boat!
But there’s not even water
No boatman to deny me
Play tune six again!
Once more for the road
Before I have to go

    Please can you drive
    A little detour
    Before I drop out of your car
    And break your heart

Don’t drive that fast!
Can’t you see it’s raining
Nothing left to say
Give it a ten minutes delay
Play tune six again!
Once more for the road
Before I have to go

To all the lonesome alligators

Viviane Kudo - pianet, vocals, percussion
Jo Schultz - guitar, mandoline
Deko Pellmann - drums & percussion

Say goodbye to all the pixelboys
Say goodbye to all the pretty toys
Try something really crazy
Try to live
There are real people
Having much more to give
Shut down your notebook
Shut down FB
Stop posting loads of crab
for the other absentees
Switch off your smartphone
And never assume
that you are hip or important

    By typing on a screen
    To all the lonesome alligators
    See you later wild selfie-takers
    Get off your love nest
    Cause that’s not true
    There are real people
    Waiting downtown for you

Come on over
Come to the beach
Real people as far
As the eye can reach
If you want to be loved
loved and seen
stop reading profiles
on a screen

On tiptoe

Viviane Kudo - piano, vocals
Jo Schultz - guitars, chair
Martin Schmeing - Moog

Don’t hesitate
To touch my face
In the crowded tram
With all your magic
Give a little kiss
To my willing cheeks
Let’s get home now
Like lovers would

    Under an alien roof
    We make love on tiptoe
    It’s just a tramride away
    We make love on tiptoe

Don’t hesitate
To wake me up
In the night at four
When your skin
  still smells like mine
Talk to me
On tiptoe
Let’s fall asleep now
Like lovers would

Let me in

Viviane Kudo - piano, vocals
Jo Schultz - guitars, percussion
Martin Schmeing - Hammond organ

Raindrops were dripping
Upon the leaves above
I’m no longer drowning
I’m no longer doomed and dead
I felt nurtured at your side
Nurtured in your arms
you got me making friends again
Friends with what I am

    Let me sneak around the oriental
      corners of your soul
    Let me walk across the oriental
      garden of your mind
    Let me in

You stole my heart
And I thieved a rose for you
You put in a vase
And took a picture of it or me
Keep it cool, Queen of Saba
I don’t want to see that opera
I want to see the oriental
Corners of your soul

Cruel

Viviane Kudo - pianet, vocals
Jo Schultz - guitar, percussion

Cruel was the yellow sky
Cruel, cruel was your key
your key on the table
Cruel was the gentle breeze
And the words you didn’t say
Cruel was your voice
That stashed me away
And the void beside me
At the break of day

    It was so hard to believe
    That it was you of all people
    To be cruel to me
    So hard to believe

Cruel was the slamming door
Cruel were your footsteps
On the hallway-floor
Cruel was the summer green
And the words
The words you didn’t say Cruel was your voice
That stashed me away
And the void beside me
At the break of day

A face to call home tonight

Viviane Kudo - vocals
Jo Schultz - baritone guitar

If no one ever wants
To start a family with me
That doesn’t bother much
I will go out and have some fun
Feel lighthearted and free
If no one wants to kill me
In front of the tv

I won’t buy a coffin
A coffin with a garden
Cause a coffin with a garden
Doesn’t suit my plans
I’ll buy an old guitar
Or a ukulele
And travel
Travel with my friends

    All that I need
    Is a moderate breeze
    And a face to call home tonight

And if I’m getting really old
More than ninty nine
I will adopt an orphan child
And bring it up as mine
Some day they’ll spread their wings and fly
But that won’t be deplorable
I’ll free an old and doting dog
From the home of animals

Ordinary Wailing (2016)

Viviane Kudo – vocals, pianet
Jo Schultz – guitars, percussion
Andreas Müller – double bass
Martin Schmeing – reed organ
Mattis Balks - saxophone

My heart used to write
A letter a day
I can’t forward them to you
(Although) never was a moment
You’re not on my mind
I call your name into the dark corridor
But you won’t answer
Cause you’ve left the house already
Left it month ago

    It’s an ordinary wailing
    Nothing special
    It’s just that you are there
    And I am here

I walked to the bench
The bench in the park
Where playground voices
Reminded me of something
I couldn’t clearly recall
Walked to the station
Where the trains still run
And then I walked back home
It’s just another day
I’ll add it to the list