(Music by Bartsch/Matton - January 1997. Poems by Bartsch - December 1996). Gerade jetzt wo ich den Docht anstoe. Befindet sich Architeuthis princeps.
Durch ungluckselige Weiten. einer unbefleckten Sonnenferne. schreitet langsam Fubes. das letzte Sakrament, bereit,. die Tur zu Effnen,. welche das Vergessen.
Als ein devot verspeistes Flehen. mein rohes Schweifen erkalten lsst. Geht durchaus harsche Tcke. einher mit dem Widerspenst. Einher mit krankem Widerspenst.
Air is dry, the sun is gone. When I breathe, I breathe alone. Ten times a day I cry. Just to prove that I'm alive. Oh, that I'm alive, yeah. . I have tried to be the queen.
I have got no one to blame. Except if that someone's me. I washed my hands but just the same. My eyes confess for me. . I come in filthy rags. You know I am guilty.
Hey now sister won't you come and bless my soul. I been a long time comin' down the mountainside. You see I fell from a spaceship only stuck here for a little while.
Gimme, gimme a man after midnight. . Half past twelve. And I'm watching the late show in my flat all alone. How I hate to spend the evening on my own.
[Music: Robert]. [Arrangement: Mikael, Klas]. [Lyrics: Jorgen]. . We lost the paradise of curiousity. Now we're bound to live in anxiety. All we have is hope to find the answer.
A million dollar face. So ivory and fair. That launched a thousand ships. Danced with Fred Astaire. Lusted for her dreams. So passionate and wild. So talented it seemed.
Gee whiz, look at his eyes. Gee whiz, how they hypnotize. He's got everything, a girl could want. Man, oh, man, what a prize, ooh. . Gee whiz, he's all the joy.
does it hurt to be alone?. coz i can't do this on my own. it's getting late. tomorrow will be like the last. built on sand inside a glass. time will tell if it will pass.
The world explodes in violence. While the angels cry in vain. 'Cause they know the enemy is silent. And knows us all by name -- all by name. She's living in the suburbs.
She fixes her hair every morning. Long before seven o'clock. She'll tell you with her hair that piled up. She feels closer to God. . And she fires up that old Chevy.
The world is waiting in the drive, another day begins. We wake up barely half alive, here we go again. We pay our bills and we don't complain. We just drive faster in the carpool lane.
I'm getting to know you. Getting to know all about you. Getting to like you. Getting to hope you like me. . Getting to know you. Putting it my way but nicely.
Can't believe I say these words to you. Could you erase them from your mind. How could I, how could I. . [Chorus]. Oh no when I know. Good love is hard to find.
...It ain't all about money. (coughing). Oh shit. man, what you still doin around her benzino?. Man. you got everything goin for you. yea aight. You got the cars.
[Intro: Benzino]. Unh, Hangmen 3. 2 Times and J.B.. Yeah, Benzino, c'mon. Let's take it to these motherfucking streets, yo. Yo, throw your 3's up. . [Benzino].