(Chemical Brothers). . No way of knowing if she's ever coming back. No way of knowing if I care or not. No way of knowing if she's right or if she's wrong.
(Music by Bartsch - December 1996. Poems by Bartsch - November 1996). Zufallspriester des Sarkasmus. brten aus ein ppig' Leid. Wenn nackend sie schreiten.
Right now, it's feels like forever, can't wait. Right now, it's looks like tomorrow's too late. To meet those expectations. Ones that have never unknown.
Ave Maria, gratia plena. Dominus tecum. Benedicta tu in mulieribus. Et benedictus fructus ventris tui, Iesus. . Sancta Maria, Mater Dei. Ora pro nobis peccatoribus.
Zufallspriester des Sarkasmus. bruten aus ein uppig' Leid. Wenn nackend sie schreiten. verwanzt ein rohes Geschlecht. . Wo Engel einst geflissentlich tanzten und bleicher.
I wasn't ready for the avalanche when we let things slide. I'd always hoped that we would have the chance at least to say we tried. So I went siftin' though my old mistakes on the day you left.
My love's a star you only saw the traces of. What went before is not no more, it's the embers of. People always catching names too late. And we're all sorry there's no time to make the change.
I dropped a coin in a wishing well. I turned the wild jack over. I listened to the Devil tell. Seven story lies. . Cross my heart, I hope to live. Tangled with my lover.
I do still sometimes put my hand across. And i feel as yours gets placed on top. We drive along these empty streets. Same old ones theyve always been.
Ich bin der Hades, Medusa mein Wahn. Verzicht auf ein sechstel meines Grades. wirfts Flstern aus der Bahn. Es nagt am Profil des Rades. . Denn es ist so: Die Hure leckt zart an unbeugsamen Augen.
I saw my life this morning. Lying at the bottom of a drawer. All this stuff I'm saving. God knows what this junk is for. . And whatever I believed in.
(Music by Bartsch/Matton/Landfermann December 1995). (Poems by Bartsch December 1995). Christus, du blasse Knigin des geronnenen Blutregens. ersticke an der Allmacht meines todbringenden.
Away beyond the blue. One star belongs to you. And every breath I take. I'm closer to that place. . Yeah, baby. I'm gonna meet you there. On the outskirts of the sky.
Christus, du blasse Knigin des geronnenen. Blutregens. ersticke an der Allmacht meines todbringenden. Vermchtnisses. welches zu Sensen geformt. der Auferstehung letzter Hand sein wird..
You can say you love me and I'll believe that's true. Trusting you is easy 'cause I believe in you. There is nothing I would miss. As long as we're in love like this.
Den Tod vermeiden heit. das Spiel der Verbannung verlieren. mein Geruch ist die Verkommenheit,. all' die leeren Milchflaschen spiegeln sich. in meiner Oberflche.
All for the love we want. All for the love we need. Deep in the lonely heart. Winter holds the seed. . Reach till you know how far. Trust till you know how true.
Den Tod vermeiden heibt. das Spiel der Verbannung verlieren. mein Geruch ist die Verkommenheit,. all' die leeren Milchflaschen spiegeln sich. in meiner Oberfleche.
[Music by Bartsch/Tiedemann/Eckhardt-January 2001]. [Poems by Bartsch-January 2001]. . Ich atme in Erden durch all' meine Poren und erbreche albernen.