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Opening
00:33
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Herbert
03:39
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This moment belongs to us
Just for me and her
The whole place was ours
Unobserved by the party crowds
We will leave as winners
Not just a quick fuck on the toilet
Never to be repeated
Never to be repeated
Like a perfect movie story
Filmed by David Lynch
And written down by Charles Bukowski
Sung by Michael Stipe und painted by Picasso
Star of the evening: herself
I didn‘t even have a bed, but lots of love to give
She said: You know
She said: You know
She said: You know
I will let you know
She was sugar sweet
She shall never forget my name
She said: You know
She said: You know
She said: You know
I will let you know
The walls, the ground, the whole world is celebrating us
They are celebrating us
“Grab it boy. Grab it girl“
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Tourist
03:55
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Buddies, Fellas, Friends
Never had known
Dreams will be reality
Could it be better?
Maybe I‘ll finally get it
Maybe I‘ll finally get it
Maybe I‘ll finally get it
When I float on my airbed
Noise‘s is getting less
Finally be one of them
Actually a tourist
Tourist
Get nothing
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4. |
Did You See Me
03:13
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Never any luck with those guys. Always a huge letdown, time after time. You tried to pick up the momentum we had. It was bound to fail. I read a slight regret between the lines. With us it always seemed so easy. In hindsight. You know what, that sounds somewhat familiar, don‘t you think?
Did you see me in someone else, like you‘ve seen in me someone that I‘m not?
A crowd of people turned and stared. A crowd of people turned away. Do you wish them to care?
Did you see me in someone else, like you‘ve seen in me something that I‘m not?
Or someone else?
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Oh Brother
03:59
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Bring me back
Bring me back
To the days when I
Thought we will be friends
Bring me back
Bring me back
To the days when I thought
Someday we will be friends
Oh brother, I am an only child
Oh brother, I am an only child
You raise your arm, you raise your arm again
You raise your arm, you raise your arm again
It‘s not about DNA
Not about the same mothers
Blood and birthplace
Bring me back
Bring me to the day when I knew
We never will be friends
Oh brother, I am an only child
Oh brother, I am an only child
You raise your arm, you raise your arm again
You raise your arm, you raise your arm again
Your sick judging by geography!
(On and on and on and on)
Brother, we‘re all human beings
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Martha
03:42
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Reality
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Käpt'n Missgunst
01:40
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Was fehlt mir?
Warum zerfrisst mich der Neid, die Missgunst?
Wann hat sich das Blatt gewendet?
Nicht dass das Leben mies zur mir wurde, sondern dass es mich plötzlich kümmerte
War doch sonst immer alles scheißegal
War doch sonst alles scheißegal
War doch sonst immer alles scheißegal
War doch sonst alles scheißegal
War doch sonst immer alles scheißegal
Manchmal kotzt es mich an
Seit wann konnte ich nicht mehr ehrlich zu ihr sein? Seit wann konnte ich nicht mehr ehrlich zu mir sein?
Manchmal kotzt es mich an
Manchmal kotzt es mich an
Manchmal kotzt es mich an
Manchmal kotzt es mich an
Gefangen in der virtuellen Schleife, die sich jeden Tag öffnet
Danke, Zuckerberg
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Colours
05:43
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Waiting till the sun goes down
Useless at this time (you think)
Colours all around myself
Do you feel it too?
Come here!
It’s your last day on earth
You will die
Went to church with Jane last night
We and a celebrity (it‘s true!)
Step forward to that priest and pray
Sinners you will die
Come here!
It’s your last day on earth
You will die
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Nobody cares what I‘m singing about
Nobody cares what I‘d like to tell them
Do you hear me?
Do you understand?
Stories about people in trains
(At parties or in their beds)
Stories about people in trains
Times have changed
Now that is over
Don‘t drink like a champion anymore
Anymore
Climbed out of these empty holes
Bukowski told me the truth
Now I understand finally
(Bukowski told me the truth)
Stories about people in trains
All these golden boys
All these golden girls
With all their golden words
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10. |
My Dear Lover
03:14
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Back again
Time to stay, my friend
My dear lover
My sweetest friend
Knock Knock, here I am
Ready to stay this time
This time I won’t go
I will not go
3, 4, 5, 6 ...
Alarm! Alarm!
We won’t break down inside
We won’t break down inside
This time we won‘t break down inside
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What is it I've done?
I've been living life just the way you want
I have sung your praise
Every night and day
And then suddenly
You just smash me down
And now I just can't see
What I've done
And now I just can't see
What you want
If my gratitude don't mean shit to you
I could steal back just like they stole from me
Are we just your playthings?
Do you torment us whenever you are bored?
Why do you create just to take away?
Do you care about anyone at all?
Why should I keep praying?
Your name be cursed!
If there is hell, it can't be worse
When I asked you why, you just replied
"What do YOU know, I am GOD and I fucking can!"
I woke up in the bloody sheets
Now pain is all I know
And everything that mattered is gone
Yes everything that matters is gone
There's a silence around this house
Where my children used to run
And every one of them is gone
Yes everything that matters is gone
I scratch my rash in an empty bed
And curse the day I was born
No reason left to hold on
When everything that matters is gone
Yes everything that matters is gone
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12. |
Ending
00:05
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JaaRi Berlin, Germany
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