Got my mother's eyes and my father's hair. Does anybody really care?. It's gettin' cold out here. . Well, I keep walkin' with my head held high. With my head to the sky.
Time 2:15, the AM. Place Ronardo's "Boom-Boom-Room" on South Street. I'm a hot blond and it was a cold night. This is my story. I ain't ashamed to tell it.
You're mine. baby. . You're my favorite waste of time. . Mine. baby. . You're my favorite waste of time.. Here I am. I am playing. Daydreaming fool agam..
Your hair's so fair, your eye's so dark. I love you hard as my life. You pass me by as though I were a stone. You cut me like a knife. . Boy, I do, I got my eye on you.
Why this feeling? Why this glow?. Why the thrill when you say hello?. It's a strange and tender magic you do.. Mister Wonderful, that's you.. Why this trembling when you speak?.
"Hi, operator.". "May I help you?". "Yeah, it's me again. Did you get him on the line yet? . . .. Oh, this is awful. I've been trying to get him all day. . . ..
Bung, bung, bung, bung, bung. Bung, bung, bung, bung, bung. Bung, bung, bung, bung, bung. Bung, bung, bung, bung, bung. Bung, bung, bung, bung, bung. .
Have an egg roll, Mr. Goldstone. Have a napkin, have a chopstick, have a chair. Have a spare rib, Mr. Goldstone. Any spare that I can spare, I'll be glad to share!.
Diamonds, roses, I need Moses. To cross this sea of loneliness, part this red river of pain. I don't necessarily buy any key to the future or happiness.
How 'bout a little bit, a little bit of moonlight dancin'. Underneath the starry sky?. How 'bout a little bit, a little bit of moonlight dancin'?. Just the moon and you and I, just the moon and you and I.
Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today. Madam Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today. And she's sorry to be delayed. But last evening down at lover's lane she strayed.
You come home late from work, baby. You wonder why it ain't on the table. After the day that I've had. I don't believe I'm able. . You give me every little reason in the book.
Everybody's heart aches, every time it opens. You don't know if you'll win or lose, you just have to let go. No I wasn't looking, it's funny how I found you.
Now my grandfather was a sailor.. He blew in off the water.. My father was a farmer. And I his only daughter.. . Took up with a no good. Millworking man from massachusetts.
[Music by Eckhardt/Tedemann.Bartsch-January 2001]. [Poems by Bartsch-January 2001]. . Krank ist die Posse rein ist nur rein Verrckt ist das Fleisch. um nur Fleischsein zu sein Tief in mir mitten.
[Music by Bartsch-December 2000]. [Poems by Bartsch-November 2000]. . Ein zuweilen geschlachteter Impuls verdirbt in liebkosender. Hydraulik welche in astrale Selektion gerissen verschliener.
Stanniol umhllt meine Verschwendung, schlachtet tief in mich hinab. Fr euch find' ich nie mehr Verwendung. strz' euch von meinem sndigen Pfad. . Die Liebe, nur den Schmerz erkennt, erstanden zum Selbstkostenpreis.
[Music by Tidemann/Eckhart/Bartsch-February 2001]. [Poems by Bartsch/Meyer de Voltaire-February/March 2001]. . Kranke Begierden schampen als Tierwort durch blutigen.
You, you shake your head, what is so hard to believe. When you, you are in your bed, I sing over you the sweetest things. Because oh, my love is does not tire, I'm awake when the moon is full.
My name is Foreigner. From a far away land. My feet are covered in earth. They've been here and back again. . And I have seen. Great things from a distance.