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Junkies and scientologists

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For the junkies on methadone on their giant mountain bikes
For the preacher from Mönckeberg street who wildly yells at the sky
For the scientology guys with their way too friendly face
For all who want to forget, but know that forget, they will not
 
For the yakuza t-shirt wearers with Amstaff trainer pants
'La Familia' (tattooed) on the arm, a rose in hand
For the tired nurses smoking out in front of the lung clinic
And in reality would need a nurse for themselves tonight
 
For the chimney sweeper who is unlucky and fell off the roof
For the handicapped people at the concert in the town park by Adel Tawil
For the happiness in your eyes and my clapping out of rhythm
For all that one is and against the general fancy
 
For my small broken church and the quadrinity1 of Bobs
Bob Marley, Bob Dylan, Bob Andrews, and Bob Ross
For the butcher who covertly kisses a vegetarian at night
And says: 'If you wouldn't exist, I would have missed you'
 
But the future is unwritten
The future is so beautifully vacant
And I come to visit you
No matter if (at) Stammheim or German Chancellery
 
For the girl in the Ramones shirt, 'What's your favourite song?'
She said: 'In the past 'Sniff Some Glue' and later 'Pet Cemetery''
For the dealer in Görli2, with whom I drank beer cans in the playground
Who said: 'I also have a daughter in Ghana and her mother is sick'
 
For the fans of the HSV from the village that ride to home games in a Bulli3
I would so like to be with you, a mixed drink in hand
For the last of the punks and the last of the mods
For the evenings that last till dawn in front of the old Molotow
 
For the misogynistic writers that steal the air to breathe from others
If I would be a pen in your hand, I would be ashamed
For those, who try, and for those who do not make it
To keep their fingers away from the things that are bad for them
 
For everyone who polishes Stolpersteine4 in their street
For every day that doesn't take itself so seriously, during which just nothing happens
For the tramps with millions, for the rich ones without a penny
And for my unbroken incomprehension about the world
 
But the future is unwritten
The future is so beautifully vacant
And I come to visit you
No matter if (at) Stammheim or German Chancellery
 
For Emil Elektrohler and for Birgit, his wife
They live in the house that forgets nothing, and there I also live
For the people that think there is only one god
For my ex, but my wife is called Rainer Ott
For Photo-Ingo and Tanja, for Stagge and for Hu
And only so you get upset also for Bono and U2
For FCSP5, DTH6, and DVL
And for my unbroken incomprehension about the world
 
But the future is unwritten
The future is so beautifully vacant
And I come to visit you
No matter if (at) Stammheim
 
And no matter what happens
All things will find their way
Because the future is unwritten
And with all the crap in between
I will still visit you
 
  • 1. Adapted from trinity
  • 2. Nickname for Görlitzer Park in Berlin
  • 3. German name for a Volkswagen Type 2
  • 4. Small concrete cube with brass plate inscribed with the name and life dates of victims of Nazi extermination or persecution
  • 5. FC St. Pauli?
  • 6. Die Toten Hosen?


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Let it fly





Let it fly
Let it fly
Let it fly
 

Let it live
Let it fly
Let it fly
 

Let it fly
Let it fly
Let it fly
 

Let it live
Let it fly
In the middle of bullseye
Swishes right through the hoop*
 

I remember the branch and the tree
I remember the shared mouth
I remember the grand longing
 

I share a room with you
I share a shirt with you
Until I depart into the rain
 

I remember the branch and the tree
I remember the sad mop and the moon
I watch as the rock breathes
I watch as fingers leave prints
I watch everything over again
I listen closely to sky and earth
 

I everything doesn't fit into the cranium
One can hide their face in their shirt
Even a chair can be a friend
With it one can laugh and cry
One can watch a movie on the ceiling
And feel the rain in one's soul
A mosquito flies with us
It would like a drop of our blood
 

Let it fly
Let it fly
Let it fly
 

Let it live
Let it fly
 

I left you behind
I left you behind
And went away
Sometimes you just have to leave to see
Open the door and walk into the rain
 

I remember your gaze
I remember your agony
I remember the throe in one's** soul
 

I remember the branch and the tree
I remember the shared mouth
I remember the tranquil moon
 


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Italian Twist





(Hey, paisano, Italian twist,
whoa-oh-oh-oh,
and joy, twistin' like a-crazy,
whoa-oh-oh-oh.)
 

Round and round like a pizza pie,
turn, turn, do and die.
Hey, paisano, Italian twist,
hey, baby, drink a little wine.
 

I took a trip to Italy
and what do you think I saw?
Well, everybody was doin' the twist
from nine to ninety-four.
 

Oh, you should see Sophia twist,
she swings from north to south
and when Gina shakes her hips,
the boys all twist and shout.
 

Hey, paisano, Italian twist,
whoa-oh-oh-oh,
and joy, twistin' like a-crazy,
whoa-oh-oh-oh.
 

Turn, dear, turn, lover
doin' the twist at the sleazy bar.
Hey, paisano, Italian twist,
hey, baby, drink a little wine.
 

In Rome, I met a fella
they called Chubby Knock
and when he starts to do the twist,
the girl begins to yell.
 

And when I went to Venice town,
I saw the strangest sight:
gondaliers were twistin' 'round
and singin' through the night.
 

Hey, paisano, Italian twist,
whoa-oh-oh-oh,
and joy, twistin' like a-crazy,
whoa-oh-oh-oh.
 

Turn, dear, turn, lover
doin' the twist at the sleazy bar.
 

Hey, paisano, Italian twist,
whoa-oh-oh-oh,
and joy, twistin' like a-crazy,
whoa-oh-oh-oh.
 

Round and round like a pizza pie,
turn, turn, do and die.
Hey, paisano, Italian twist,
hey, baby, drink a little wine.
 

Hey, paisano, Italian twist,
whoa-oh-oh-oh,
and joy, twistin' like a-crazy,
whoa-oh-oh-oh...
 


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Cherries





Another one of those
Who wrecks you entirely
And doesn't stay to fix things
I'll say it to you straight
You deserve better
 

This is the new you, a new chapter,
and here the rules are different
Now is your time to decide
who you let in close
I know it still hurts,
but you will fall in love again
 

I promise that the next time cherries are blossoming
You won't taste it on lips anymore
Old wounds heal on new skin
You'll see - baby you'll see
 

I promise that the next time cherries are blossoming
You'll glow again, and get your energies back
Old wounds heal on new skin
You'll see - baby you'll see
 

There's still feelings, but
You'll get over it
Even though you don't think so yet
A new door opens when
One closes behind you
Mmm, yeah
 

This is the new you, a new chapter,
and here the rules are different
Now is your time to decide
who you let in close
I know it still hurts,
but you will fall in love again
 

I promise that the next time cherries are blossoming
You won't taste it on lips anymore
Old wounds heal on new skin
You'll see - baby you'll see
 

I promise that the next time cherries are blossoming
You'll glow again, and get your energies back
Old wounds heal on new skin
You'll see - baby you'll see
 

Now is your turn to pick
just what works for you
Let it go if it hurts
Now is your turn to pick
just what works for you
Time to choose yourself first
 

I promise that the next time cherries are blossoming
You won't taste it on lips anymore
Old wounds heal on new skin
You'll see - baby you'll see
 

I promise that the next time cherries are blossoming
You'll glow again, and get your energies back
Old wounds heal on new skin
You'll see - baby you'll see
 


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Open a Path for You





Exhausted from each other like this , receiving back gossip and mockery
I don’t get a bit of comfort or carefree satisfaction
Letting go of everything, I make an effort even though I know it will collapse
Longing for ambiguity, but I still always stand and wait
 

(Loving) each other deeply, then split in two, I thought that love wouldn’t fade
Caring to the point of being superficial, so I also don’t know who to blame
Many tragedies and comedies fall upon my shoulders, I bear the numbness of the whole sky
I have to make a way, sending you off, hoping to be reconciled
 

Since the day you left, I toss and turn at every thought
A piercing pain in my heart, I don’t see peace or leisure anywhere
Since the day you became far away, I fell apart on a pouring rainy afternoon
Deep years and months disappeared with the cold sunset
 

The emptiness of late nights, I silently light a few drops of spare oil
My heart burns out, I have to embrace sorrow alone
The shaky love story split the two of us, each person on one branch
Disasters and misfortunes, why must I be the one to bear them?