Heute gilt The Tribute dem Text von Motorpsychos Landslide. Schon die erste Zeile bringt es auf den Punkt.

nothing to explain | whenever you're around me | the silence's still astounding | unshadowed by distress or overcasting anger | we're lucky if the landslide hit's us hard on time; | our rose-lipped youth is passing by

so easy that it's hard | walking on a faultline, spending all the dreamtime | waiting for the landslide to hit home | so those self-seeking satellites stop spinning 'round | and are forced to choose a different course

who would wanna know? | if you're not gonna show | how the crazy gift of time takes it's toll | Impress me and say that you will put it straight | wipe off the residue and clean the slate | go get a grip before it's all too late | all and everythings at stake.

too proud to let you know (nothing to explain) | I tried to prove you wrong (no need to complain) | but there's a consolation: | the gravity's increasing (nothing to explain whenever you're around me) | since you've been around | the self-seeking satellites stopped spinning 'round | can't find no joke to fend you off

who would wanna know? | if you're not gonna show | how the crazy gift of time takes it's toll

Impress me and say that you will put it straight | wipe off the residue and clean the slate | go get a grip before it's all too late | all and everythings at stake: | more than anyone can take!