Bow down for the band on the cover. They seem to make it all across the USA. Bow down, the band's been discovered. They even made it on the R.S-tones these days.
Im inside this movie. And Im some sort of actress. They got the proper location. But Im wearing the wrong dress. . They got so many actions. And they cant find the film crew.
Here she is, boys. Here she is, world. Here's Rose. . Curtain up. Light the lights. Play it, boys. . Ya either got it or ya ain't. And boys, I got it.
I read that it's all black and white. Ooh, the spectrum made a shade I like. Ooh, those crimson rays of ruby bright. Ah! The technicolor light. . Red! Red! I want red.
Come on down, lightning. Come on down, thunder. Come on down, raindrops. Don't leave me to wonder. Life ain't worth lovin'. Love ain't worth havin' without you.
She said, "I put a spell on you", he said, "There's nothin' I could do". And I wouldn't love the way I do if I didn't know that it was true. And I'd never love the way I do since I began losing you and nothing.
That we must fly is a [unverified] thing. And nothin' can stay forever locked in. I'll take your blame like a ball and a chain. I'll wear it 'round my neck, I won't feel no shame.
Well love love love is a one way train. comes on gentle as a hurricane. it? s got p.a.i.n. written all the way through. from where i? m set looking over at you.
Love, it's true that when it comes to you. I've tried to keep my two feet on the ground. My, it's strange how quickly life can change. You've got my nights and days all turned around.
True love knows the way. Across the sea of time. Straight to the place we long to find.. It's true, love contains, a promise and a lie. It paints those pretty blue and sunny skies..
First she gets angry. Then she gets sad. Then she's decided. It wasn't so bad. . This is the last time. This time he swore. She forgives him. Just this once more.
[Music by Bartsch/Eckhart-February 2001]. [Poems by bartsch-September 2000]. . Das Feuer roch so jung in all' den toten Jahren. Die Spitzen sind nun stumpf blassblulich mein Gehabe.
[Okay, this isn't really a song, except they put 2:04 of "Wo Adlers Wagen"]. [in the background (which sounds really fucking cool) while some talking goes].
Die Reileine, sie reit.. Jetzt kommselt der freie Fall.. Dafr keine Lieder, Lader.. Das mollige Gefhl wei immer wo es dunkel ist.. So dunkel.. Der Fisch geht immer noch unter..
Am Heizungsventil entweicht Dampt.. Und genauso wie in Eraserhead fllt dieser nicht den ganzen Raum.. Aber hei ist es dennoch.. Die Songs kommen und gehseln..
Es ist zu hei, zeigt mein Negativ.. Zeigt das Negativ.. Das Negativ.. Das Negativ.. Negativ,. Gativ. Vitagen!.
Wenn die Heizung nicht real wre, wre es hier nicht so hei.. Es ist sehr hei hier.. . Sehr, sehr hei seisel.. . Plastische Chirurgie kann auch bedeuten, da ich mein inneres Gesicht.
Die Hitze ist uerst hartnckig.. Und hoch.. Das Geschpf strampelt.. Lacht nicht und tanzt dennoch.. Wessen Humor ist das berhaupt?. . Wer hat noch Schokolade?.
Ich reite die Schlange und erfand den Schakal.. Und Jesus Christus a gerne Milka Schokolade.. Gott mag diesen Song, ich habe ihn erwirkt.. Hau ab Gott, verpisst euch doch..