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«Slamming the door»

KISS THE POPE

 

I have an inner vision

it roots deep in my heart

a fragile apparition

almost a work of art

 

A live without confusion

no pressure, pills or pain

a dolby sound solution

a wide and easy lane

 

A heavenly evasion

from everything that hurts

a piece without temptation

of money, drugs or skirts

 

A blanket for the weary

a joystick for the lame

and no Timothy Leary

to soil or spoil the game

 

The world is such a letdown

no space to move or breathe

gee, if I only knew how

I'd pack my things and leave

 

I pray for lonely meadows

for sun and cloudless skies

for soft and fluffy pillows

for big and hairy guys

 

My only hope now is the pope

here's something that he said

"girl, if you live for sex and dope

you might as well be dead"

 

My pope, I beg for mercy

you give me what I miss

and I'll hide in a jersey

my courage and my tits

 

I'm aching for redemption

from falseness, greed and crime

I'm longing for a mansion

that is forever mine

 

A willow in a garden

an angel in a shell

who will be on his guard and

keep of smells from hell

 

Oh, how long can I stand

to live in chains and not be me?

oh, how long do I have to wait

until I will be free?

 

As days and days are passing

as years and years go by

my wish is everlasting

I wonder why and cry

 

GUESS MY SIGN

 

Yes, I will be thine

if you guess my sign

I will stay all night

if you get it right

 

Am I aries

or sagittarius?

do I feed on flies

or am I catching mice?

 

But don't, don't hesitate, don't panic, don't be shy

boy, don't let me wait, I'll send you up to the sky

 

Do I go for red

or will I shoot you dead?

am I a lion king

or just a horny thing?

 

Am I torn in two?

some sort of kangaroo?

do I sting and bite

or do I travel light?

 

But don't, don't hesitate, don't panic, don't be shy

boy, don't let me wait, I'll send you up to the sky

 

Do I look forlorn

like a capricorn?

am I flying high?

soaking wet or dry?

 

It's all in the stars, it's so easy

it's written above and no tricks will get you out

tonight the full moon looks so greasy

tonight I will turn your head around ­ that's what I'll do

 

Yes I will be thine

if you guess my sign

I will stay all night

if you get it right

 

Was I born in May?

are you gonna stay?

do I have two heads

to be lost in bed?

 

But don't, don't hesitate, don't panic, don't be shy

boy, don't let me wait, I'll send you up to the sky

 

I feel like a dog

barking at your log

if you guess I'm virgin

we can start the searching

 

It's all in the stars

 

(IF YOU EVER SAY) GOODBYE

 

If you ever say goodbye

maybe I'll throw my heart in the gutter

and then put up every shutter

 

If you ever say goodbye

maybe I'll open up the window

just to feel a different breeze blow

if you ever say goodbye

 

 

If you ever try to stay

maybe I'll softly lock the door

and hold you in my arms for evermore

 

If you ever try to stay

maybe I'll kick you out and cry

knowing that it's time to say

goodbye

 

 

Goodbye ­ I can hear the echoes

goodbye ­ reverberating

 

DOOMSDAY

 

You call it superstition

an error of my mind

a fault inside my system

a virus of some kind

 

It's true that I'm uncertain

not sure of what it is

a fact, maybe a fiction

a curse, maybe a bliss

 

But I saw two white eagles

two deer, two buffaloes

two whales as white as ivory

and my suspicion grows

 

The Hopi said a higher brother

would come down on us

we'd better run for cover

or else we'd turn to dust

 

I know it may sound vague to you

but what if he is right?

what if the man's a prophet

and days will turn to night?

 

The trees will leave the mountains

the fish will drink the sea

the beasts will turn against us

the world will cease to be

 

You call it petty thinking

for these are modern times

so what if we are sinking

still lower than our crimes

 

The Hopi was a seer

and what he saw was gloom

the moon might go up any day

upon the night of doom

4 A.M.

 

DON'T STAY AWAY

 

Don't stay away

don't go astray

darling, do not hide from me

I need you, can't you tell

 

Life is too short

to break or distort

the waves and bonds between two hearts

that like each other well

 

Why should it have to end?

why did you leave, Babe, where did you go?

do you make love to another girl

or do you just want to be free?

 

Can't stay awake

oh, it's getting late

try to close my eyes

and leave behind the day

 

Just one more drink

before I finally sink

deep into the arms of night

pretending all is well

 

Don't stay way

don't go astray

don't keep me awake

I'd like to close my eyes

where did you go, Babe?

what did you do?

why all those lies?

oh, why do you stay away?

 

BLACK MAIL BOX

 

There's this saying I've kept

that whoever reflects

upon evil things he has done

is still caught in vileness

and he cannot cut loose

for his spirit will coarsen

and his heart, it will rot

and a sad mood will come upon him

 

For what would you do -

stir filth this way or that

and it will still and always be filth

So depart from all evil

and try to do good

and balance the wrong you have done

 

I know just that much

but I can't help but telling you

how I feel about us

­ me and you

 

Well, dearest Antonia

I wish I had never

ever seen you again

 

When you called up and said

«I'm in Spain and I'm lonely»

I lost my head and left my true love

just to be back by your side

 

Seven long years we two had been apart

­ it should have been a helluva lot longer

you looked like an angel

deepfrozen in time

with your scary black hair and your eyes like laser

that burned me again to the ground

Walking with me by the sea like we used to

you told me about your new life:

you had cut all your jewels

in twelve foreign lands

and now you were here to get married

to some charming rich son of a friend of your parents

it was almost to good to be true

 

I guess you just wanted your first lover's blessing

but you didn't know I had nothing to lose

­ I had left all I had far behind

 

So we started again what had long ago ended

in a desperate attempt to rewind our fate

and when I woke up, a sweet memory was soiled

and the room, it was empty

just a note on the floor, which said

«Honey, I'm sorry, but I'm off to the church -

give my love to your girlfriend at home.»

 

But you know, dear Antonia

that I cannot go home again

some things are broken

and they will not be mended

For what would you do -

stir filth this way or that,

and it will still and always be filth

 

So I rest in this hotelroom

still caught in vileness

and I cannot cut loose

and my spirit will coarsen

and my heart, it will rot

and a sad mood will come upon me

SLAMMING THE DOOR

 

I remember when I was nineteen

and I had my first flat

I thought I'd never have to argue anymore

'bout minor things like this and that

I was glad to be away from home

where my family was squabbling more and more

it mostly ended up with my mother crying

and one of us kids slamming the door

 

Too many expectations and not enough patience

unspoken wishes and dirty dishes

no understanding yet constant pretending

and the endless fight about who's wrong

 

So I shared rooms with my girlfriend

and we got along just fine

but while she was surrounded by admirers

I was crossed in love all the time

of course these things made me cry

but only for simple reasons

and today I think I was lucky then

it was my most independent season

 

Too many

 

When I had my first boyfriend

everything was heaven to me

but as the years passed by the situation

reminded me of my family's

it's true that we nearly never had sex

yet we were squabbling more and more

it mostly ended up with one of us crying

and the other one slamming the door

 

Too many expectations and not enough patience

unspoken wishes and dirty dishes

no understanding yet constant pretending

and the endless fight about who's wrong

and who's right

 

THREE YOUNG LADIES

 

Three young ladies went to see the world

they went for love and everything

but all I've ever heard of them

was sad, sad stories

 

The first one she's getting divorced now

after three years of marriage

she's coming back from downunder

where she's buried the dreams

that once in her heart did slumber

 

Her husband was a farmer

and about twice her age

she thought that his love was true and dear

until he put her into deep fear

 

Three young ladies

 

I guess the second still lives in Greece

but I can't really tell

'cause as the years went by

to each letter I sent

there was less reply

 

She found a man, but she misses her girlfriends

'cause she couldn't find none over there

so she sleeps a lot and she's knitting socks

pretending to be useful somewhere

 

Three young ladies

 

The third one she didn't travel too far

she's now got a husband and a car

but while every other wife walks around like a duck

she doesn't get pregnant no matter how much they fuck

 

Her life was exactly the way she had it planned

she married that musically educated man

at a quarter past two in a yellow dress

but without a child her future's a mess

 

Three young ladies

 

Now I wonder what fortune brings to number four

she'll be travelling east very soon

will she be the exception 'cause her lover's a girl?

I wish them more than a nice honeymoon

 

Three young ladies

 

OVERTURE

 

No more burning

no more yearning

no more crying in the dark

no relations

expectations

guilt, remorse, regrets

no tricks, manipulations

and twisted alphabets

everything will be okay

you got Betty

I got Clay

we got over it allright

(even if it took all night)

- it's over

 

No more licking

no more kicking

no more shuffling in the park

no negations

negotiations

promises or threats

 

no fear of dumb quotations

spiders, snakes or rats

finally life's a holiday

you are gone

but I will stay

peace to your tormented soul

(goodbye to all the rock 'n' roll)

- it's over

 

It's hard to leave someone like you

like stepping off the stage

there's no more flashes

only ashes

bitterness and rage

I'm glad it's done with

glad it's finished

sad you're gone

- and so relieved it's over

 

MAN IN THE HORN

 

April-snow fell down this morning

after bright days of spring

the meadowlands look pure and bright

like your brandnew wedding ring

you say you really love him

but your voice is trembling

 

The speaker says your train will be late

I think I hear him grin

You're getting nervous and unkind

you look so pale and thin

I ask you to stay overnight

Though you're not listening

 

But you can't help it, when the weather changes

and the trains don't roll

 

We're sitting here, waiting for that train

I guess it's imminent that you become insane

yes, and the man in the horn

he keeps telling us his lies

yes, and the man in the horn

he keeps telling us his lies

 

 

April-snow fell down this morning

after bright days of spring

the meadowlands seemed pure and bright

like the song we used to sing

I can't recall the tune

and you lost the words that cling

 

But you can't help it

Christmas may come and birthdays may too

'cause the gift that I've found is the ideal clue

to frighten off all those moments when women feel blue

 

It ain't no silky underwear

no perfume, no teddybear

it's a better buddy than diamonds ever can be

or any other jewellery

 

Sure it ain't no washing machine

nor any other invention to keep the household clean

not the address of a marriage-agency

and no group-dynamic holidays in Italy

 

It's no subscription for the Vogue-magazine

no punching-ball to vent one's spleen

no brandnew widescreen-colour-TV

and no painting therapy

 

What I'm really talking about

is a thing nobody's talking about loud

'cause it's a very sexy toy

a really personal stick of joy

 

Christmas may come and birthdays may too

'cause the gift that I've found is the ideal clue

to frighten off all those moments when women feel blue

 

It can be white, it can be brown

but it will never let you down

'cause it's never floppy except maybe

if you forget to replace the battery

 

It's not too big and not too small

you can use it winter, spring, summer and fall

it's never too fast with the ejaculation

and it won't pass on any viral complication

 

So girlfriend, sister, aunt and mother

roommate, neighbour or queer brother

if you really wanna have fun on your own

use my gift and stop to moan

 

Christmas may come and birthdays may too

'cause the gift that I've found is the ideal clue

to frighten off all those moments when women feel blue

Alle Lyrics geschrieben von Jan Krohn