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David Bowie - Survive
Oh my, naked eyes.
I should have kept you.
I should have tried.
I should of been more wiser kind of guy.
I miss you.
Give me wings.
Give me space.
Give me money for a change of face.
There's noisy rooms and passion pants.
I loved you.
Where's the morning in my life?
Where's the sense in staying right?
Who said time is on my side?
I got ears and eyes and nothing in my life.
But I survive your naked eyes.
I'll survive.
You alone across the floor.
You and me and nothing more.
You're the great mistake I never made.
I'll never lied to you.
I hate it when you lied.
But I'll survive your naked eyes.
I'll survive.
People boys all snowy white.
Razzle dazzle clubs every night.
Wished I'd sent a valentine.
I loved you.
I'll survive.
Your naked eyes.
I'll survive.
I'll survive.
My naked eyes.
I'll survive.
I'll survive.
Naked eyes.
I'll survive.
I'll survive.
I'll survive. |
Geschrieben am 9.01.2009 in David Bowie. |
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The Strokes - Heart in a Cage
I don't feel better when I'm fucking around.
And I don't write better when I'm stuck in the ground.
So don't teach me a lesson 'cause I've already learned.
Yeah, the sun will be shining and my children will burn.
Oh, the heart beats in its cage.
I don't want what you want.
I don't feel what you feel.
See, I'm stuck in a city but I belong in a field.
Yeah we got left, left, left, left, left, left, left.
Now it's three in the morning and you're eating alone.
Oh, the heart beats in its cage.
All our friends, they're laughing at us.
All of those you loved, you mistrust.
Help me, I'm just not quite myself.
Look around, there's no one else there.
I went to the concert and I fought through the crowd.
Guess I got too excited when I thought you were around.
Oh yes, I left, left, left, left, left, left, left.
I'm sorry you were thinking I would steal your fire.
My heart beats in its cage.
Yes, the heart beats in its cage.
Alright.
And the heart beats in its cage. |
Geschrieben am 1.01.2009 in The Strokes. |
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Gisbert zu Knyphausen - Neues Jahr
Es ist zwölf.
Ich bin gespannt, was sich ändert.
Du bist gut drauf und mir ist kalt.
Und die Nacht legt sich in bunte Gewänder.
Doch das wird langweiliger von Jahr zu Jahr.
Und deine Hand fühlt nach ob ich jetzt noch zweifle - doch im Grunde ist es dir egal.
Ich bin bloß froh, als wir den Ausgang erreichen - und durch den Himmel tönt ein Knall.
Es ist nichts passiert - aber wo sind die anderen jetzt?
Du gibst mir dein Bier und du sagst:
Es ist so egal.
Es ist so egal.
Es ist so egal.
Ja, es ist scheiß egal, wo die anderen jetzt sind.
Zwei alte Damen glotzen blöd in der U-Bahn.
Du siehst einen Platz und lässt dich fallen.
Du schaust hinaus und schweigst mich an bis zum Ku'damm - und dann stehst du auf - und ich auch.
Und in der Stadt die ganzen glücklichen Gesichter.
Ich mein', irgendwie gehören wir doch dazu.
Wir erzählen uns unsere stumpfen Geschichten - wir sind so viel heut' Nacht, ich und du.
Hey, jetzt bleib mal stehen - in ein paar Tagen sind wir weniger.
Oh ja, du wirst schon sehen.
Doch es ist so egal.
Es ist so egal.
Es ist so egal.
Es ist so egal.
Okay, okay, meinetwegen ist es egal, was ich denke, was in ein paar Tagen sein wird.
Denn dies ist unsere Zeit!
Wir sind in dieser Nacht geboren!
Wie die Idioten aus dem Film hab ich mein Herz an dich verloren.
Und ist dies das neue Jahr?
Du legst deinen Kopf in meine Arme.
Dein Hirn ruht sanft in meinen Händen und ich kann spüren, wie sich's bewegt.
Und wir sind jetzt mittendrin.
Es wird schwierig jetzt und warm!
Wenn wir hier zu lange stehen, kehren wir nie wieder zurück.
Doch wohin mit all dem Unsinn?
Vielleicht wär's gut, wenn's jetzt hier endet.
Doch wir haben keine Wahl.
Wir rutschen tiefer und tiefer und tiefer und tiefer und tiefer und tiefer und tiefer und tiefer ins Glück! |
Geschrieben am 1.01.2009 in Gisbert zu Knyphausen. |
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muff potter. - Niemand will den Hund begraben
Links der Kirchturm, rechts das Moor.
Dazwischen Bäume ohne Rinde mit Kreuzen davor.
Es grüßen Hase und Igel.
Es riecht nach Kiefern und Dieseln.
Der einzige hörbare Radiosender spielt die Superhits der 80er und 90er.
High in Emotion. Do the locomotion.
Im Gasthof Grau Star ist die Welt noch in Ordnung.
Und erst recht der Frühstückskorn.
Samstag ist Disko in Krüger's Scheune.
Es fehlen nur die jungen Leute.
Denn niemand will mehr Rüben ernten.
Niemand will mehr Oma besuchen.
Niemand will den Hund begraben.
Alle wollen ein Stück vom Kuchen.
Niemand will den Rücken krumm.
Alle wollen ein Praktikum - oder zwei - oder drei - oder vier - oder fünf.
Wireless LAN lohnt sich nicht.
Bei Technik Funke brennt noch ein Licht.
Die Natur holt sich die Gärten zurück,
Die Straßen und die Dörfer.
An der Bushalte sitzen Rocko und Riko und spielen Stadt, Land, Flucht.
Ihre Zukunft hängt hier tot überm Zaun.
Bald werden auch sie abhauen.
Denn niemand will mehr Rüben ernten.
Niemand will mehr Oma besuchen.
Niemand will den Hund begraben.
Alle wollen ein Stück vom Kuchen.
Niemand will den Rücken krumm.
Alle wollen ein Praktikum - oder zwei - oder drei - oder vier - oder fünf.
Oder zwei - oder drei - oder vier - nur weg von hier.
Oder zwei - oder drei - oder vier - nur weg von hier. |
Geschrieben am 16.12.2008 in muff potter.. |
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TempEau. - Mädchen aus Greifswald
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Welten entfernt von den Bürgerhäusern in Greifswald,
Liegt die Trabantenstadt aus Beton.
Seltsam und reglos schaut sie dort aus dem Fenster.
Es war ihr nicht gegeben, davon zu kommen.
"Hass" und "Skin" in die Fäuste tätowiert,
Aus der Zeit wo sie noch nicht politisch gefestigt war.
Hat sie je was anderes ausprobiert?
Nun ja...
Sie ist ein Kind nationaler Jugendarbeit.
Sie widmet sich den Kindern, über die sich sonst keiner freut.
Sie plädiert für Hass und sie steht für Gewalt.
Sie wartet vor den Toren der Schulen in Greifswald.
Es ist nicht ganz einfach, sich mit ihr zu unterhalten.
Sie stolpert über Sätze, zu gerne die eignen.
Und trotzig hängt sie sich das eiserne Kreuz um
Und verschwindet in der Nachbarswohnung, um Flugblätter zu falten.
"Hass" und "Skin" in die Fäuste tätowiert,
Aus der Zeit wo sie noch nicht politisch gefestigt war.
Hat sie je was anderes ausprobiert?
Nun ja...
Sie ist ein Kind nationaler Jugendarbeit.
Sie widmet sich den Kindern, über die sich sonst keiner freut.
Sie plädiert für Hass und sie steht für Gewalt.
Sie wartet vor den Toren der Schulen in Greifswald.
Sie ist ein Kind nationaler Jugendarbeit.
Sie widmet sich den Kindern, über die sich sonst keiner freut.
Sie plädiert für Hass und sie steht für Gewalt.
Sie wartet vor den Toren der Schulen überall. |
Geschrieben am 18.11.2008 in TempEau.. |
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Fettes Brot - Hörst du mich?
Es gab mal einen großen Sänger,
Die Engel waren blass vor Neid.
Er hat sich mit den Jahren verändert,
Die Nasenflügel eingeschneit.
Sein Vater, der war schon länger
Diese Eskapaden leid.
Da gerieten die beiden Männer
Mordsmäßig in Streit.
Und ich weiß noch genau:
Es lief nur Scheiß im TV.
Marvin, hörst du mich?
Wir langweilen uns fürchterlich.
Marvin, hörst Du mich?
Wir langweilen uns fürchterlich, fürchterlich - ohne dich.
Es gab einmal 'ne Studentin,
Die größer war als ihre Angst
Aus Mitgefühl für die Menschen
Und aus Sorge um dieses Land.
Und als sie beschloss, zu kämpfen
Mit ihrem Bruder Hand in Hand,
Kamen die grausamsten Gespenster,
Die du dir vorstellen kannst.
Und ich weiß noch genau:
Es lief nur Scheiß im TV.
Sophie, hörst du mich?
Wir langweilen uns fürchterlich.
Sophie, hörst du mich?
Wir langweilen uns fürchterlich, fürchterlich - ohne dich.
Es gab hier mal einen Trinker,
Der immer vor der Haspa stand.
Im Becher Kleingeldgeklimper,
In den Augen ein ferner Glanz.
Er war ganz vernarrt in Kinder.
Sie sind an ihm vorbei gerannt.
Bis mitten im kalten Winter
Er auf einmal verschwand.
Und ich weiß noch genau:
Es lief nur Scheiß im TV.
Herbert, hörst du mich?
Wir langweilen uns fürchterlich.
Herbert, hörst du mich?
Wir langweilen uns fürchterlich, fürchterlich - ohne dich.
Nein, vergessen werden wir euch nicht.
Nein, vergessen werden wir euch nicht.
Nein, vergessen werden wir euch nicht.
Nein, vergessen werden wir euch nicht.
Nein, vergessen werden wir euch nicht.
Nein, vergessen werden wir euch nicht. |
Geschrieben am 17.03.2008 in Fettes Brot. |
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Judith Holofernes - Popstar
Seit ich denken kann, hab' ich Popstars verehrt,
Doch mir scheint irgendwie verehre ich verkehrt.
Ich glaub', die anderen Mädchen verehren irgendwie anders.
Ich weiß nicht, was es ist.
Der Saal wird still, die Lichter gehen aus und ich weiß:
Es ist soweit, gleich kommst du raus.
Und dein Spot geht an und ich fang' zu schwitzen an - wie die andern,
Die andern, glotz ich dich an.
Und meine Herz klopft und es gibt mir einen Stich.
Doch ich weiß nicht: Klopft und sticht es nur für dich?
Oder bin vielleicht ich ganz beklopft?
Habe ich denn vielleicht auch den Stich?
Denn ich will dich, ich will ich, ich will mich da oben sehen.
Popstar - eins lässt mich noch nicht schlafen, eins lässt mir keine Ruh'.
Popstar - will ich dich lieber ficken oder wär' ich lieber du?
Popstar - will ich richtig gut träumen, mach' ich deine Augen zu.
Wie andere Teddies werf ich dir meinen Traum vom Glück an den Kopf
Und du wirfst mir mein Bild zurück.
Darauf trag ich deine Hosen, übe ich deine Posen.
Ich bestell' mir gleich hundert Stück.
Daß ich nicht du sein kann, scheint jedem klar zu sein.
Wir sind verschieden, ist der Unterschied auch klein.
Ist der Manager kleinlich, komme ich doch wahrscheinlich
In keine Boyband rein, sollte ich bis morgen früh nicht noch zum Mann mutieren.
Sollte ich vielleicht doch ersteres probieren?
Oder bleibt dann der Glanz vielleicht ganz auf der Strecke oder auf deiner Stirn?
Popstar - eins lässt mich noch nicht schlafen, eins lässt mir keine Ruh'.
Popstar - will ich dich lieber ficken oder wär' ich lieber du?
Popstar - will ich richtig gut träumen, mach' ich deine Augen zu. |
Geschrieben am 11.02.2008 in Judith Holofernes. |
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Home of the Lame - Old Songs
You can't stand the old songs anymore.
They used to mean so much before.
There are new things on your mind.
There's one or two things you will find.
Another saturday in town makes you wonder why you stick around.
A slow routine flushes you through this night.
You float along with tired eyes.
A heavy heart, a clouded mind, your kitchen table late at night.
Waiting for the words to finally come. Dragging ten-ton pens along.
Times like this make you wish you'd never started to expose yourself like this.
'Could be the last of your lines, 'cause you don't feel them anymore.
Maybe you'd be better off to just shut up and smile the way you did before.
Be careful that you do not end up hating what you have loved before.
You can't stand the old songs anymore.
They used to mean to much before.
Stay calm, collected, two feet on the ground.
There are new things to be found.
And if you still wonder why you're feeling down just raise your eyes and take one look around.
'Could be the last of your lines, 'cause you don't feel them anymore.
Maybe you'd be better off to just shut up and smile the way you did before.
And this could be the last - oh, the last of your lines.
You just don't feel them anymore.
Maybe you'd be better off to just shut up and smile the way you did before.
Be careful that you do not end up hating what you have loved before. |
Geschrieben am 29.01.2008 in Home of the Lame. |
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Home of the Lame - The Radio
So good to see these folks still believe in what they do.
Wish I could always say that about myself.
Another soundtrack to another year I'm going through.
I can go back in time by digging through this shelves.
Another album slightly in the red, Still I know they'll carry on.
It's surely tempting to go floating with the stream.
I admit I've thought about it, but I know:
What touches me is not what they show on TV.
You'll have to dig a little deeper to find gold.
On the cover of a magazine is where everybody wants to be.
Well, you know, most of these magazines - they just do not talk to me.
I will find better things to read.
And I - I'd love to listen to the radio.
But the songs it plays are just poison to my ears and to my mind.
I see music as a form of art, you know.
A very precious and important part of my life.
A lonely dancer moving in a crowded room.
The song seems to be playing for no one else.
So I dive in, there's nothing else that I could do.
It's a song that we both now - a song from long ago.
And I know: You never hear this on the radio.
The songs it plays are just poison to my ears and to my mind.
I see music as a form of art, you know.
A very precious and important part of my life.
That's why I never listen to the radio.
The songs it plays are just poison to my ears and to my mind.
So don't bother me with that terrible radio.
There is so much music out there it will never find.
That's alright. |
Geschrieben am 29.01.2008 in Home of the Lame. |
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Home of the Lame - For the Most Part
Here's something I'd like you to think about:
When was the last time you've seen me around?
As far as I know I might be lightyears away.
Or reappearing later on today.
I feel that I'm alive. Ain't that a good start?
I can feel this pain inside but that's just my weak heart.
I think that I'm alright - at least for the most part.
Until I start getting lost again.
Here's something I would like to ask you all:
When was the last time you got my call?
Have you ever wondered where I've been?
For I don't seem to be remembering.
I feel that I'm alive. Ain't that a good start?
I can feel this pain inside but that's just my weak heart.
I think that I'm alright - at least for the most part.
Until I start getting lost again.
Well, there's this edginess that I would not miss if you took it away from me today.
And come to think of it I got tons of all this other shit that I'd like to get rid of just as well.
I feel that I'm alive. Ain't that a good start?
I can feel this pain inside but that's just my weak heart.
I think that I'm alright - at least for the most part.
At least for the most part. |
Geschrieben am 29.01.2008 in Home of the Lame. |
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Home of the Lame - After Travelling
My shoes and coat are on the floor.
My bags and suitcase by the door.
There are souvenirs I brought and sand from when I walked one the beach.
A cup of coffee, slice of bread.
A distant world still in my head.
Through the thoughts that keep spinning it's slowly sinking in:
I am home.
I love everything around me, but I know:
I felt better somewhere else a week ago.
Well, I know I should be glad for the bad things don't take long to follow after.
But it's hard coming back and there's a world to see and people to meet out there.
Rolls of film, notebooks of words - all things to proof that I was there.
Through the thoughts that keep spinning it's slowly sinking in:
I am home.
And I know I should be glad for the bad things don't take long to follow after.
But it's all coming back and there's a world to see and places that you know you never get to know. |
Geschrieben am 29.01.2008 in Home of the Lame. |
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Home of the Lame - Maria
Maria makes her way through the garden.
Says she really wants to know
If she might go back to a time when
She could watch everything grow.
I just want to take her hand and follow her around.
Wandering from apples to cabbage, past the cherry tree.
I wish that she could see the way the sun comes up above our neighbour's house,
The way the magpie chases the blackbird around,
The way the rain falls down upon the open ground.
Take my hand, let's go back all the way again.
Every corner holds moments I can still recall.
I know that our days here are numbered.
Maria, let's take one last walk around.
Happy about the way the sun comes up above our neighbour's house,
The way the magpie chases the blackbird around,
The way the rain falls down upon the open ground.
Come, take my hand, let's go back all the way again. |
Geschrieben am 29.01.2008 in Home of the Lame. |
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Home of the Lame - Engine
Hold on for a minute and take a look around to see what's the state.
Of things you do to keep yourself going and the way that you do them.
It seems to me you need to slow down.
Just take your time and check what you've found.
The stuff that you've picked up on your way.
Now, how do you use it?
I know, I know that's what it's all about, all about now.
As the digits on the meter spin on dragging tired thoughts along
It all makes perfect sense to you, there's no doubt about it.
But as soon as the engine stops all that bitter taste comes up.
Is it worth it to push yourself further or should you just drop it?
I know, I know that's what it's all about, all about now.
I know, I know what it's all about, all about now.
You're not giving up, you've made it through this before.
I can see you doing it years from now and loving it more.
There's obstacles in your way, but I know you got your PMA.
You're not giving up, you've made it through this before.
Hold on for a minute and take a look around to see what's the state.
Of things you do to keep yourself going and the way that you do them.
As soon as the engine stops all that bitter taste comes up.
Is it worth it to push yourself further or should you just drop it?
You're not giving up, you've made it through this before...
You've been through this before. You've made it through this before. |
Geschrieben am 29.01.2008 in Home of the Lame. |
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Home of the Lame - Food for Song
I seem to have walked these streets before.
Though I know I have never been here at all.
There's stories I've been told - I don't know if all of them are true.
But as I'm walking I'm already coming up with some of my own.
I seem to have read these books before.
Though I have never touched any of them at all.
The stories that they hold - I don't know if all of them are false or true.
But as I'm walking I'm already making up some of my own.
A famous stretch of land formed by famous hands all those years ago.
There's things that I should know. I know.
I think I have heard these songs before.
But playing them is something I cannot recall.
The chords that I've been taught - I don't know if all of them are right or wrong.
But as I'm walking I'm already making up some of my own.
A famous piece of art by someone with a heart - big enough to save me on this very day.
A stranger in this place - now tell me: Do you recall my name?
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Geschrieben am 29.01.2008 in Home of the Lame. |
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Home of the Lame - What you were about
One day you wake up just to realize:
The best days of your life have just passed by.
While you were not around, while you were busy somewhere else.
So you look up and you check the sky.
Hoping you might find some sort of sign.
A face in the clouds, just a piece of advice.
Something to tell you what to do, to show you where to go.
A way to pick up where you stopped a long time ago.
So you lost sight of what you were about.
With plans left on your mind you need to get out.
I remember a time when you had so much to say.
I know you got a lot to do which makes it hard to get through.
But could you kick back for once and get back to being you?
I don't believe you're done.
Why can't you take your time and concentrate on things you did before?
I'm expecting so much more.
I will be here waiting at your door.
I think you lost sight of what you were about. |
Geschrieben am 29.01.2008 in Home of the Lame. |
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Home of the Lame - A Narrow Path
There's a moon up there looking down on us from the sky.
It's been watching me with a father's highbrow eye.
I think it followed me all the way from my part of town.
Draw the curtains, dear. I don't want to have it around.
We stay up all night, drinking from this cup that we share.
I close and open my eyes and I'm amazed when you're still there.
I want to make this work, I can't wait to see how we'll do.
In this grownup world I am lucky to be with you.
And I do believe I'm on the right way.
It's a narrow path, I know.
But I can say that I found it on my own.
And I do believe you're on the right way.
It's not paved and it's slow but I'm sure it will take you to where you want to go.
And everyone you know.
And we do believe we're on the right way.
It's a narrow path, we know.
But we can say that we found it on our own.
And we do believe you're on the right way.
It's not paved and it's slow but we're sure it will take you to where you want to go.
And everyone you know.
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Geschrieben am 28.01.2008 in Home of the Lame. |
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Home of the Lame - Said and sung
After all is said and all is done I'll see you under a golden sun.
And if you think it's worth to carry on I promise I will come along.
'Cause I am not afraid of new mistakes.
I'll just keep them with the ones that I have made.
Everybody's so scared of mediocrity.
I tell them not to worry, then I go back to sleep.
Aaaaah... Aaaaah... Aaaaah... Aaaaah... Aaaaah... Uuuuuh...
Said and sung. I think you should love what you have done.
Now carry one, there's more to come. |
Geschrieben am 28.01.2008 in Home of the Lame. |
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die ärzte - Junge
Junge, warum hast du nichts gelernt?
Guck dir den Dieter an, der hat sogar ein Auto.
Warum gehst du nicht zu Onkel Werner in die Werkstatt?
Der gibt dir ‘ne Festanstellung, wenn du ihn darum bittest.
Junge - und wie du wieder aussiehst!
Löcher in der Hose und ständig dieser Lärm.
Was sollen die Nachbarn sagen?
Und dann noch deine Haare, da fehlen mir die Worte.
Musst du die denn färben?
Was sollen die Nachbarn sagen?
Nie kommst du nach Hause, wir wissen nicht mehr weiter.
Junge, brich deiner Mutter nicht das Herz.
Es ist noch nicht zu spät, dich an der Uni einzuschreiben.
Du hast dich doch früher so für Tiere interessiert,
Wäre das nichts für dich?
Eine eigene Praxis!
Junge - und wie du wieder aussiehst!
Löcher in der Nase und ständig dieser Lärm!
Elektrische Gitarren und immer diese Texte,
Das will doch keiner hören!
Was sollen die Nachbaren sagen?
Nie kommst du nach Hause, so viel schlechter Umgang!
Wir werden dich enterben!
Was soll das Finanzamt sagen?
Wo soll das alles enden?
Wir machen uns doch Sorgen!
Und du warst so ein süßes Kind.
Und du warst so ein süßes Kind.
Und du warst so ein süßes Kind.
Du warst so süß.
Und immer deine Freunde - ihr nehmt doch alle Drogen!
Und ständig dieser Lärm!
Was sollen die Nachbarn sagen?
Denk an deine Zukunft, denk an deine Eltern.
Willst du, daß wir sterben? |
Geschrieben am 31.08.2007 in die ärzte. |
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muff potter. - Von wegen (aus Gründen)
An einem Donnerstag im Freizeitpark
Der ganz besonders blendenden und verschwendeten Art
Wurde ich ausgeraubt.
Drei halbstarke Affen haben mir Geld und Handy geklaut und ich hab gesagt:
"Moment mal Jungs, ich brauch wenigstens das Telefon zurück,
Weil ich verknallt bin in diese tolle Braut,
Die anrufen wollte zwischen sechs und sieben.
Und das könnte was werden, ich könnte sie lieben - lernen.
Wir könnten uns gegenseitig selbst erwärmen
Und auftauen, auf die Kacke hauen.
Und ihr blöder haufen werdet mir das nicht versauen.
Auf gar keinen Fall werde ich ihren Anruf verpassen.
Vielleicht wird sie nur einmal den Mut dazu fassen.
Also her damit!“
Und es ging los.
Der erste tritt nur ein leichter Stoß
Und dann:
Ein erhabenes Gefühl.
Für die gute Sache.
Für die beste Sache.
Je größer das Herz, desto größer der Mut.
Zehn Sekunden darauf floss das erste Blut.
Überwasserkirche, Mocambo-Bar, Westfalen-Tanke.
Wie du dir, so ich mir.
Ich denke: Danke. Woody, danke.
Wie schön, daß auch du verloren bist.
Wir hätten dich sonst sehr vermisst.
Und während ich weitergeh',
Spuren hinterlasse in unberührtem Schnee,
Hände, Geld und Handy in den Taschen,
Bleibt das erhabene Gefühl
Für die beste aller guten Sachen.
Das Gesicht tut noch etwas weh beim Lachen, aber:
Je größer der Schmerz, desto größer der Mut.
Eine eigene Geschichte aus Fleisch und Blut.
Ich lieg' still im Gras.
Ich schau' mir die Fronten aus der Ferne an heute Nacht.
Sicherheit wird zu Langeweile und Langeweile wird zu Zorn
Und für den Heimatlosen ist Heimweh der Motor für die Flucht nach vorn.
Und Schmerz macht lebendig, Schmerz macht frei.
Und survival never goes out of style. |
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muff potter. - Born blöd
Auf die Mauern meines Bunkers grinst die Sonne fies und grau.
Frau Holle fällt aus all ihren Wolken, weil der Schornstein raucht und raucht.
Er raucht und raucht und raucht und raucht
Und kotzt sich mal so richtig aus
Und mit Verlaub - ich glaub, ich mach das auch.
All die großen Kinder streiten über Sinn und Zweck der Nacht.
Mit Stadtführungen durch Nassau haben sie schon den Tag verbracht.
Sie kommen gut klar, sie kommen gut klar.
Sie kommen gut klar, ach ja, ach ja...
Es wird schon alles bleiben, wie's nie war.
"Inmitten des Chaos träumt er von Kargheit, von Reinheit, von den wirbelnden Welten dunkler Sterne jenseits dieser beengten, kleinen Welt, wo Entfernungen in Lichtjahren gemessen und Galaxien zu nichts werden."
Wütende Motoren im Rückwärtsgang,
Was haben wir alles nicht getan.
Sämtliche Traumschiffe versenkt,
Fachmännisch wird die Angst ertränkt.
Und klar geht's weiter bis zum Schluss.
Man weiß, was man tun und lassen muss.
Und dann die Fragen nach dem Sinn:
Wo kommen wir her? Wo können wir hin?
Was wär die Dunkelheit ohne Licht?
Was wär mein Spiegelbild ohne mich?
Ist das, was gerade in mir wächst, ein echtes Gefühl oder nur ein Reflex?
Ist das hier, was man Leben nennt?
Wann stürzt das alles endlich ein oder nur die Gegend die man kennt?
Wann kann ich aufhören so zu schreien?
Wann stürzt das alles endlich ein?
Wann stürzt das alles endlich ein?
Wann stürzt das alles endlich ein? |
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Home of the Lame - Perfect Lines
You're out there after perfect lines.
So far they're really hard to find.
You're collecting all day long.
So tired of writing for yourself,
So tired of filling all those shelves
With all that wasted energy.
You wonder if it's worth the pain
And if you should start to blame
Yourself or someone else.
Looked good on paper for a while,
But in the end you realized
That is's not saying anything.
Well, it has all been said before.
About a million times or more.
Still it sounds just meaningless.
Writing down compulsively till this pen is all you see
And the trace of dots and lines.
You wonder if it's worth the pain
And if you should start to blame
Yourself instead of someone else.
You get up with the sunrise,
Scared that you might miss anything.
Don't let any words pass by.
Write them down before they disappear again.
Make sure they don't just float away.
You get up with the sunrise,
You wouldn't want to let the day pass by.
Come on and seize every minute now .
Write it down before it disappears again.
Make you sure you don't just float away again.
Seize the day it belongs to you, my friend.
Make sure he won't slip away. |
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Home of the Lame - Hope That You Can Stay
Good to see you're still around.
Lately I've been wondering about your where abouts.
Good to hear your sound from my place.
This record will keep spinning for the next couple of days.
Been a long time since I've had you here.
I hope that you can stay.
Thanks for showing me around.
I really like the way you're living out.
Is the shit we loved back then
Still as hard and does it mean as much to you and your new friend?
'Cause it reminds me of how good we were.
I hope that you can stay.
Do you keep up with your plans?
Is everything working out the way you had in mind back there?
I remember sitting in the dark
Painting pictures carefully then ripping them apart.
Spilt some paint and let it dry. You call it hard.
I'd rather think of it as style.
Do you keep up with your plans?
Is anything working out the way you had in mind back there?
I remember sitting in the dark.
Painting pictures carefully then ripping them apart.
Spilt some paint and let it dry. You call it hard.
I'd rather think of it as style.
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Home of the Lame - Nightshift
Tonight when I'll be passing by will you share some of your time with me and climb inside?
'Cause I'll be on my way, still I don't know where to stay.
Yeah, I would like to be around you for a while.
Let me take you for a ride and show you what's inside this shell you never knew.
It is the last thing that I'll do before it's time to leave.
Before I go to sleep alone here by the street.
Let's share these cigarettes all night before we run out of time.
Let's drive on through this black sky until we are out of sight.
I've been driving for too long, still I'm not moving on. This bust loading falls apart.
Stearing gets so hard and I don't know where to start.
The fixer throw away. Well, I can't stop anyway.
I need someone to keep me awake, keep all my shit away.
Shield my eyes from time to time 'cause all the Dutch-trucks passing by, they shine like christmas trees so bright.
I wonder where they go.
Well, I'm sure that you would now.
Let's share these cigarettes all night before we run out of time.
Let's drive on through this black sky until we are out of sight. |
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Home of the Lame - Bench
There's a bench by the oak tree.
A place where I sit at night for hours awaiting the dawn.
And the neighbour's old rooster is a hoarse entired grandfather
And his once so bold voice is long gone.
But still he sings his song 'cause he's show must go on.
And he'll always be there when we need him - as long as we feed him.
He'll wake us from dreaming again. |
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Home of the Lame - Rooftops
The rooftops of the neighbourhood,
A world that's turning just the way it should.
Baby, won't you come up to play
In the long laze of a saturday?
Watching the planes going places we don't know.
Two people of few words busy in the afterglow.
I'll whisper secrets in you ear that noone else will ever get to here.
You could be my friend and family for everybody else to see.
Watching the sunset but still we can't let go.
Two people of few words busy in the afterglow.
We go:
"We don't know where we will be a year from now but we will live to see."
Ways to go and sight to see. I'd like to do all this in your company. |
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Home of the Lame - Okay
Awoke to thoughts about the price of love they charge us.
Awoke to thinking that we might have crossed a line last night.
Hiding dumbness behind walls of word I try to keep inside.
They just escape me.
Suddenly it crossed my mind, I never noticed.
Suddenly I see you through somone else's eyes.
Hiding shyness behind walls of pictures.
Colourful and framed in gold.
Now you wear your smile with such gracefulness and style.
You seem to say that it's okay to wait a while.
Coming down I can't stop feeling bad about it.
I declare I never wanted to cause any pain.
Right on the edge of sleeping you appear to stay all night.
And you wear your smile with such gracefulness and style.
You seem to say that it's okay to wait a while.
You wear your smile with such gracefulness and style.
You seem to say that it's okay to wait.
Okay to wait a while. |
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Home of the Lame - Leave and Shine
I make my way around these days.
Can't seem to get awy with what I've got.
Blood-shot eyes in bed awake.
It seems that I just break my head a lot.
Words I have been mumbling to myself.
I know I should have shared them with somebody else.
Wrote them down the other night.
Such a bad read should have never seen the light.
This past month just slipped away.
Trying to hang on to what's left of what we had.
There is nothing wise or smart to say.
I just slow you down and burn you out.
Words too late to keep us near.
We are worlds apart but still can't disappear.
Oh, hold me close for one last time.
Then push away this heart,
Away this heart of mine.
Leave and shine.
We are worlds apart but still can't disappear.
Hold me close for one last time.
Then push away this heart,
Away this heart of mine. |
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Home of the Lame - The Camper (Pt. 2)
He's always somewhere all alone,
Takes every chance he gets to get away from home.
The neighbours say he's never there
And you'll have a hard time trying to catch him in the phone.
Does he talk to himself out there?
Does he have anyone who cares
About what he dreams at night?
I wonder if he's happy there.
I hope he's getting anywhere tonight.
Somewhere by the road, carrying the heavy load.
Or is he?
It makes me wonder if he's happy the way things are far from home.
Is he happy the way things are I don't know?
Well, I can't see about him anymore, I know.
I just hope he's happy the way things are far from home.
I hope he's getting anywhere alone.
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Home of the Lame - Mirror Mirror
Mirror mirror on the wall
Why do we have to fall?
Standing in the bathroom light
With my headphones late at night.
The dull expression on my face
Is something I'd like to erase.
I'm listening, trying to get some signals
But the only ones I get are of the neighbours having sex.
This urge to keep my feelings safe.
This need to keep all pain away.
I understand that they can be rocks in the way to the real me.
But I've burned my hands before.
Turned hyper-realist to the core.
I've learned a lesson there and I don't plan on burning them again.
I hope you understand.
I thought today I'd not be waiting.
There'd be no doubts nor hesitation.
Because I know which way to go.
The one I've chosen years ago.
Sometimes it seems that all my plans are merely bullshit in the end.
An easy way to fool myself.
To stifle my own cry for help.
Now there's way to much at stake.
This body needs to stay awake.
Walled in and looked out, walked around.
Can't help but run about.
Someone help me map this out.
So today I'll not be waiting.
There'll be no doubts nor hesitation.
Because I know which way to go.
The one I've chosen years ago.
I'm thrilled by all the things you give,
Still I know that they will only live so long after today.
Keep this piece of me with you.
Promise to nurture it,
Take care that the cat won't drag it away.
If you ask me I would stay.
I'm thrilled by all the things you give,
Still I know that they will only live so long after today.
Keep this piece of me with you.
Promise to nurture it.
Take care that the cat won't drag it away.
The taste of all those sleepness nights that I keep somewhere deep inside
Helps me make it through the days.
Keep this piece of me with you,
Promise to feed it and take care that the cat won't drag it away.
If you ask me I would stay.
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Home of the Lame - Secret
I've read all the pages to see what the rage is.
Now I'm still as smart as before.
I've watched all the channels to find out what the plan is.
I think I don't care anymore.
Can't find this appealing, I reserve to stay bored.
I spent all resources on bribing my sources.
Still there's no tip-offs coming in.
It starts dawning on me.
I might be the only one here who has not be filled in.
You just keep your secrets.
I don't want to know where you've been.
While ten years ago I had wanted to know.
But frankly I guess now I'm way to old.
Weren't you supposed to try this long ago
Alone after school when your parents were not home?
Everybody's so secretive.
They make it seem as if something big was going on.
Why can't we just sit here and empty this lbag of bear instead of you just bragging on?
These people are bugging me.
I think I will be going to spend my time somewhere else.
But listen before I'm off: Can't you ever stop doing this shit to yourself?
I guess I won't be around to see you passing out.
While ten years ago I had wanted to know.
But really I think we are both too old.
Weren't you supposed to try this long ago
Alone after school when your parents were not home? |
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Home of the Lame - Ode to a Friend
I've never seen you this sad before.
There's pain in your eyes today.
And I don't know what to say.
Don't know how to comfort you.
Can only try to understand how it must feel to lose a friend.
Try to keep in mind the good things that we have inside.
I'll open my eyes today
To try to see things your way.
I know it'll make me feel okay.
Walking with you in mind
I see beauty and peace in sights
I wouldn't see otherwise.
Try not to forget that what you give is what you get.
I hope you know, there's so much that you have to show.
You should know: we all have a lot to give back, we just can't let you go. |
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Home of the Lame - Clouds
These clouds, I wish that they would rain.
Let their water down so I'd not have to explain.
Something wet in the corner of my eye.
You know that's just the wind.
It's quite a storm today.
The bridge that I've crossed a thousand times.
I never could stay here - nor on the other side.
Now I drink to times of joy and pain.
Made it through all of them.
And all of them remain.
Will it always be like this?
Moving in and out of these places.
Will it always be like this?
Falling in and out of love like this.
Guess I've been waiting way too long.
Just trying to keep hanging on
While I knew I should be moving on.
Oh my friends, I wish we could remain
Right here and never seperate again.
Contemplate the goodness in this room.
We got so much more to come.
I want to live it all with you.
Will it always be like this?
Moving in and out of these places.
Will it always be like this?
Falling in and out of love like this.
Guess I've been waiting way too long.
Just trying to keep hanging on
While I knew I should be moving on.
Will it always be like this?
Moving in and out of these places.
Will it always be like this?
Falling in and out of love like this. |
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Home of the Lame - Rub Your Eyes
Wake up, buddy, and rub your tired eyes.
You can't spend another day inside.
And the sun's been up forever and it is now or never.
I won't leave till I've convinced you - to come along.
I believe in the good things you can do.
I know that the world can see them, too.
These walls, built up around you,
I can help you tear 'em down.
So you'll become aware again of how much - we admire you.
Rub your eyes.
Wake up and rub your eyes.
The sun's been up for ever and it is now or never.
I won't leave till I've convinced you. |
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Home of the Lame - New Winter
This new winter finds me here
Not far from where I've been.
Still the same bones lying there.
See me counting them again.
I thought that I'd have changed everything by now.
Feel the snowflakes on our face.
Watch them float in the air.
Do you yearn for a familiar face
That you once saw smiling here?
I thought that you'd have changed everything by now.
I thought you'd have changed everything by now.
Let's go to sleep tonight,
Dream ourselves to a different point in time.
Wake up back in ninetyfive.
New winter finds me here
Still trying to make myself clear.
I wonder if I ever got this near. |
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Home of the Lame - Habitat
Lines of trees are flashing by
And there's nothing on my mind.
We're floating overland.
We got places to go.
Drifting back and forth on these smooth blacktop roads.
Lines of cars keep flying by
And I know there'll all get somewhere in time.
Under open skies is where I want to walk.
My friends by my side, I really love them a lot.
I don't ever want to go back home.
Back to where I know I'll be alone.
I don't ever want to go back to that empty room
'Cause there's just nothing left to do.
I know it's time again to move on to something new.
I don't ever want to go back home.
Back to where I know I'll be alone.
I don't ever want to go back to that empty room
'Cause there's just nothing left to do.
I know it's time again to move on to something new.
And that's what I'll do. |
Geschrieben am 15.04.2007 in Home of the Lame. |
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Home of the Lame - (You with the) Happy Face
When I saw you the other day
It crossed my mind to walk up to you and say:
"Man, you look so worn out.
Is everything okay?"
Then I stayed and chose to just contemplate.
There was a shadow on your face,
There were stains on your coat.
And something overall tired looking about the way you moved.
I stood there for a while.
And I watched until you were out of sight.
You with the hearty laugh.
You with the warm embrace.
You with the happy face.
When I saw you the other day, I asked myself:
Now what the hell is trying to hide behind
That beard he's wearing?
He used to smile so much.
Well, maybe he's run out of smiles
Since when we were in touch.
Well, I know, we could be friends.
Just like before. Only you don't seem to know me anymore.
Which is really sad when you think of all the good times that we had.
I still see you.
You with the hearty laugh.
You with the warm embrace.
Now you seem so serious.
Didn't you used to have that happy face?
Yeah, I remember you and your happy face. |
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Home of the Lame - Keep Our Hearts
There's countless phrases on my mind.
Still a shape is hard to find.
What means much late at night,
Might sound shallow when it's light.
Exchanging sweetness on the phone
Was not enought to keep us going.
I travelled all the way,
Can't think of anything to say.
We should meet each other's eyes
But we keep on turned inside.
See us hesitating to keep our hearts from breaking.
So convinced that there could be
A way for you and me.
Too attached to our own ways,
We' re still walking them today.
We should meet each other's eyes...
I can see us hesitating to keep our hearts from breaking.
Here we are, just waiting.
Trying to keep these hearts from breaking.
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Home of the Lame - Girl, Park, Cigarette Machine
The weather's warm, she's not unlike a bird
That's tripping 'round the world.
What a beautiful girl.
And I suppose we'll take a little walk
And we'll hang out in the park
And I'm getting drunk before it's getting dark
And we'll stop in at every cigarette machine.
Kisses taste like nicotine. Cut through rote.
Competing with caffeine - not worth mentioning.
I'm not getting too much sleep these days.
What's new?
The newest in new.
The latest in late.
What's the price that must be paid?
The city talks,
But it never learned to think.
And it's giving me a wink.
Just to remind me of the oldest of all these things by name the fear.
We're fucking up again.
It drops in now and then
Like a good old friend.
You tell me there's no promised land.
And what I'm dreaming of is just a strong man.
Got my own helping hand,
I'll dance along to the Minutemen.
And you won't understand, my lovely strong man.
Yeah, you won't unsterstand, my lovely strong man.
I sit at work, some clouds hide the sun
And the smell of sex is gone.
We'll start the letter on the bottom run.
And so I ask who know's who's out of dead
And I take the cuss instead.
For I ain't never coming back.
'Cause this is the state that cannot be maintained.
So here's another change like a good old friend.
You tell me there's no promised land.
And what I'm dreaming of is just a strong man.
Today I won't offend. Lay back and turn on Giant Sand.
And you won't understand, my lovely strong man.
Yeah, you won't understand, my lovely strong man.
No, you won't understand my lovely strong man.
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Home of the Lame - Without You
What am I supposed to laugh about
Now that you're gone?
Everything's just black and wide.
I miss your kind of fun.
Look at me with those great eyes.
One more time then make me smile.
The moon still seems to be quite full, just like before.
I'm walking up and down our shore while you're not here anymore.
These places got no magic without you.
And I can't find no joy in what I do.
Speak to me for one last time 'cause that was such a cheap goodbye.
There's so much more I wanted to tell you.
It's so damn quiet here without you.
I don't ever want to go back home. |
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Red Hot Chili Peppers - If
And if I had a clue I'd know exactly what to do.
If I were the wiser of the two.
And if I saw it all so clear, I'd write it down and bend your ear.
If I were the clearer of the two.
We could take a walk into the canyons of 5th avenue.
Sing and dance - just to name a few.
All I do, all I do...
And if I heard the angels sing, I'd sing it back to you
And bring the sound of heaven ringing just for you.
And if I saw the sun fall down, I'd pick it up and make a crown.
One that was a perfect fit for you.
We could take a walk into the apple orchard by the school.
We could make a little residue.
We could find a place to stay, a secret little hide away.
Spend a little time inside of you.
All I do, all I do...
All eyes, all eyes...
All eyes on you. |
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Red Hot Chili Peppers - Hard to Concentrate
Hustle, bustle and so much muscle, oh.
Cells about to seperate
And I find it hard to concentrate and
Temporary this cash and carry
I'm stepping up to indicate
The time has come to deviate and...
All I want is for you to be happy and
Take this moment to make you my family and
Finally you have found something perfect and
Finally you have found...
Death defying this mess I'm buying.
It's raining down with love and hate
And I find it hard to motivate and
Estuary is blessed but scary.
Your heart's about to palpitate
And I'm not about to hesitate and
One to treasure the rest of your days here and
Give you pleasure in so many ways, dear and
Finally you have found something perfect and
Finally you have found...
Here we go...
Do you want me to show up for duty and
Serve this woman and honor her beauty and
Finally you have found something perfect and
Finally you have found...
Yourself...
With me... will... you... agree to take this man... into your world... and now... we are as one...
My lone ranger, the heat exchanger,
Is living in this figure eight
And I'll do my best to recreate and
Sweet precision and soft collision.
Hearts about to palpitate
And I find it hard to seperate and
All I want is for you to be happy and
Take this woman and make you my family and
Finally you have found someone perfect and
Finally you have found...
Yourself. |
Geschrieben am 1.04.2007 in Red Hot Chili Peppers. |
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Red Hot Chili Peppers - I could die for you
Something inside the cards, I know, is right.
Don't want to live somebody else's life.
This is what I want to be and this is what I give to you.
Because I get it free she smiles while I do my time.
I could die for you.
Oh, this life I choose.
I'm here to be your only go-between.
To tell you of the sights these eyes have seen.
What I really want to do is turn it into motion.
Beauty that I can't abuse.
You know that I'd use my senses, too.
You can see that it's only everywhere.
I'd take it all and then I'd find a way to share.
Come along and go along with me.
Wander with me, yo. It's all for free.
I could die for you.
What you want to do.
Oh this life I choose.
Come again and tell me where you want to go.
What it means for me to be with you alone.
Close the door and no one has to know how we are.
Come along and go... |
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Virginia Jetzt! - Ein ganzer Sommer
Wir sind weiter gegangen, als wir wollten
Und nur die Zeit hat uns stets verfolgt.
Wir haben gelernt: es gibt nur lieben oder hassen,
Doch nur die Liebe hat sich gelohnt.
Es war nicht immer so leicht, wie wir dachten,
Doch jeder Schmerz zahlt sich aus.
Du hast Fehler gemacht mit den Jahren,
Aber Fehler mach' ich ja auch.
Und du bist immer noch bei mir,
Wir sind immer noch zwei hier.
Denn du weißt:
Zuerst kommt der Blitz,
Dann kommt der Donner
Und am Ende kommt die Sonne.
Zuerst kommt der Blitz,
Dann kommt der Donner
Und am Ende ein ganzer Sommer
Da gibt es Lieder, die tragen deinen Namen
Und Fotos, da bist du drauf.
Doch nichts ist so echt und berauschend,
Wie meine Haut an deiner Haut.
Und du bist immer noch bei mir...
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Phoenix - Long Distance Call
Where to go I had no idea.
26.10 was the price to pay.
A messed up kid with no ideals at all.
I thought those 26.10, I shouldn't give'em away.
I remember this young guy died and I took his part.
He got far too many stitches on his pretty face.
Long time to see but I always thought us two would be serious.
I was looking around town, thinking the same as you.
I'm far gone but your long distance call
And your capital letters keep me asking for more.
It's never been like that.
Where to go I had no idea about it.
Most of the people do, there're only doing just fine.
I don't wanna stay in place no more, see.
Ain't doing well well well,
I am only doing just fine.
Long time no see, long time no say.
Got little to tell, I don't say much but I might.
Something always told me us two would be serious.
I am looking around town, thinking the same as you.
I'm far gone but ...
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Olli Schulz & der Hund Marie - Der Film beginnt
Der Film beginnt,
Das ist deine Rolle.
Zeig ihnen, was du kannst.
Am besten auch von allen deinen Seiten.
Der Hintergrund ist aufgebaut.
Sie geben dir Nahrung, die dich stark macht.
Eine Hoffnung, die du fühlst.
Und das Profil einer Familie,
Dass du nie zu fassen kriegst.
Der Film beginnt.
Dass sie dich liebt,
Wird sie dir sagen.
Und die Szene möglichst lang.
Du wirst dich finden
An leeren Plätzen.
Du fängst von vorne an,
Doch nimm es hin.
Es macht Sinn.
Die besten Szenen kannst nur du sehen.
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muff potter. - allesnurgeklaut
Ein Nachtfalter im Neonlicht,
Ein Kaktus, der streichelt statt sticht.
Hunde, die bellen und niemals beissen
Und jeder hat hat jedem etwas zu beweisen.
"Gibt's doch gar nicht!" und "Nicht zu fassen!"
"Möge die Macht" und "Hoch die Tassen!"
Und 1000 allerletzte Fragen,
Die im Weg rumliegen wie Steine im Magen.
Und das ist alles nur geklaut!
Für jede Leber die passende Laus.
Was einer hat, will der andere auch.
Erst war die Tugend, dann kam die Not.
Die lügen der Jugend im Sonderangebot.
Was wirkt wie eine wilde Sause.
Ist nur die Suche nach einem Zuhause.
Es gibt schlechte Noten für gutes Betragen
Wir können auch ohne Spaß Alkohol haben!
Wnd das ist alles nur geklaut!
Ich hab das Uhrwerk nicht gebaut,
Ich hab das alles nur geklaut!
Nichts als Schall, nichts als Rauch,
Kopf oder Zahl, Arsch oder Bauch.
Na klar kann ich fremde Menschen leiden.
Solang' sie fremde Menschen bleiben - und schweigen!
Das sind die Dinge, die schnell verstauben.
Das sind die Dinge, die wir nicht mehr brauchen.
Das sind die Dinge, die schnell verstauben.
Das sind die Dinge, an die wir nicht mehr glauben.
Und das ist alles nur geklaut.
Ich hab das Uhrwerk nicht gebaut,
Ich hab das alles nur geklaut.
Nichts als Schall, nichts als Rauch,
Kopf oder Zahl, Arsch oder Bauch.
Na klar kann ich fremde Menschen leiden.
Solang' sie fremde Menschen bleiben - und bleiben!
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Geschrieben am 1.04.2007 in muff potter.. |
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