Grey Magic
I know that something good is gonna happen
Don’t know the time when I‘m laying down my weapons
I will return I will let you know when I am done with it
I believe that was a one time wonder
I was bewildered by the spell that I am under
Black magic ridiculous just get away with it
But I feel I’m expected by the angels
But I feel their love is welcome by the devils too
What a wonder
It come down with a thunder some rhythm’n blues
That was the time when a princess had been led it
It was the moment when the feeling should have stepped in
But it was stepping out
It was vanishing like the memory of a long lost lover
As if the needles and the puppets and the cruzifix will stop this
And if the rain dances and the sermons gonna top this
If the seas might split to praise the resurrection of the Lord
So I feel I’m expected by the angels
And I feel their love is welcome by the devils too
What a wonder
It all came down with a thunder pray spread the news
First the sailors will triumphantly walk upon the water
Then they will decode the sectres of the lotteries
But I’m ready to die rather simply as soon as I feel love
Handfuls of Paper Money
Take a look at the city walls
And how the serpent´s lying still
The underworld waits for the day to fall
The junkeys smile cause fall it will
And handfuls of paper money
Land on the babys´ beds
And most of the rain that´s coming down
Hits right in the baby´s face
At the corners the martyrs wait
Don´t cough out the dust they breathe
There are dogs with broken fingernails
Matyrs are just the guys that they don´t really need
And handfuls of paper money
Lie on the baby´s beds
And I don´t really know what is so funny
But there´s a smile upon her face
Press agencies and dirty subway cabs
And bottled beers and mobile phones
Neon temples and tangled spider webs
And country bands and broken homes
Smoking dope won´t kill this jelousy
And wulf-eyed shoe-shine boys can´t help
And they´re just trying to get your sympathy
To feel you heal you steal you just like anybody else
An angel´s flying in says don´t worry
Opens his soft packed cigarettes
Offers you one and says I´m sorry
But your loneliness is all that you have
In a Beekeeping Mood
Love me tomorrow or today
I’m not Jim Morrison
I’m not even Daniel Day Lewis’s son
Not even if I could play
I had this thought I’d never die
One life you have
Like a thought that’s passing by
But in this heart of mine
The present time will never fade
First I thought it was picture
Then I found it was you
In a balloon in early June
In a beekeeping mood
But in this heart of mine
The present time will never fade
A friendly clown with the clearest eyes
Was coming your way
Don’t mind if there’s a carnival
There’s something you can’t play
You can’t play the morning
That’s falling from the moon
First I thought it was picture
Then I found it was you
In a balloon in early June
In a beekeeping mood
But this love of ours
Is heading out for flowers or trees in bloom
Infantry
I brought the infantry when love was needed
Placing arrows on a flipchart in direction of attack
I pushed so consequently on the weakest spot but I forgot
There was your beauty and with a big force it struck back
And all this jealousy brought a brutality
A thousand regiments of cavalry
And all this jealousy brought war right over me
I cried for air support I cried I’m wounded
I cried for a medic I cried for you as you stood there in the haze
You stroked my hair and as the doctor came with a saw you just said no
His heart is gonna stay there in its place
And all this jealousy brought a brutality
A thousand tanks lots of artillery
And all this jealousy brought war right over me
Jesus on an Iron Cross
You walk into free entrance parties
Finding gold in silver mines
You keep an eye on the goodly-hearted
And see how the goodly-hearted just waste their time
Cause the guys in the last row are not missing
You won’t find them when they’re lost
Out of the walls he has grown as they try to start pissing
A Jesus on an iron cross
There’s ice cream in your other hand
Cause your left is filled with dynamite
An explosion of coincidences
Fading over into a fevery sky
My brain has flown into the garden
And kissed my lover on her thighs
My head fell off and begged her pardon
But hit a kid that just walked by saying
My mama kissed an evil stranger
He took her hand and placed it right
It’s her life but it’s my danger
So kill me if you have the time
Cause the guys in the last row are not missing
You won’t find them when they’re lost
Out of the wall he has grown as they try to start kissing
A Jesus on an iron cross
Just one
Just one sun per day and person
Gods however as many as you can fantasize
And if nothing‘s ever really glowing the TV biz will help you improvise
Just one circus for every city
Just one husband and for some sadly just one wife
And if the sword swallower is happening to sneeze it’s most likely just one life
Just one million US dollars
Each year being shipped onto my secret band account
The label bosses telling me hey it’s the secrecy
It’s the secrecy and the humility that counts
Just one time one blink one kiss one fuck one thunder
Just one cloud disolving back into the sun
Just one clown hey that is me
Messing up in counting up to one
Just one password a boring line of numbers
Like a pirate movie treasure burried in the ground
And just one second then you forget it
And watch it drifting back into some unknown kind of south
Left Handed Serpent
He’s a left handed serpent the only thing he can do with his right
Is to wave hello and goodbye and king-style
He wouldn’t know how he feels but made a face that said don’t ask
Just be slightly disturbed about my unfortunate and completly helpless state of mind
If he walks down the street the houses lying still people would watch
But the overwhelming majority of people just wouldn’t waste a glance on him
You can’t apply democracy to people who can’t feel that there is no such
Thing as perfection when it comes to human life in and out this very stratosphere
He’s a left handed serpent he’s much faster than you think
He can tell the time by the way the sun hits the lines of your face at dawn
He’s the biggest wonder and he meets the fact he’s not famous in London and New York
With a spectacular humility a messiah-like readiness to forgive the world
But if he walks down the street the houses lying still the universe breathes
But he’s not affected by the kind of ready rhythm of the stream
If he just could fall if he just could scream if he only could get real
He could be released from the forces of an on and on and on and on going childhood dream
So sweet so deep so filled with horror and defeat
So sweet so deep so filled with horror and relief
Limited Soldier
I’m a limited soldier
And whatever they told you it’s not right
I’m a primitive dancer
I dance the dance of romances
It’s more like a flight
When they told me form a fist
I said put it on the list I’m a loser
But I also lost the list at least I don’t know where it is
I think the freezer
I am heavenly blinded
I’m sad but I don’t mind it
And I try this freedom with a smile
I’m apparently gifted
I’m like a stone you can’t lift it
And that’s why I didn’t lie about the flight
The ghosts the rabbits they felt a little uneasy
They start the motor they start to run
Their revolution’s quick and a little bit cheesy
I saw the photos with their wooden guns
I’m a limited soldier
And whatever they told you it’s not right
I’m a primitive dancer
I do the dance of romances
It’s more like a flight
I tiptoed once around the sun
It’s less a tango more a run my revolution
If you think I might have faked it
My clothes are burned that’s why I’m naked
Now there’s this institution
Ernesty International
I’m undefeatedly grinning
My life is nothing but winning
So I don’t try to hide behind the sweetness of my smile
I’m undeniably dreaming
I dream from morning to evening
So I don’t try to hide behind the sweetness of my smile
I’m unexpectedly laughing
When you ask I say it’s because of nothing
So I don’t try to hide behind the sweetness of my smile
Liz Taylor
Love me tomorrow or today
I’m not Liz Taylor
I’m not even Doris Day having fun
Not even if I could play
I had this thought I’d never die
One life you have
Like a thought that’s passing by
But in this heart of mine
The present time will never fade
First I thought it was picture
Then I found it was you
In a balloon in early June
In a beekeeping mood
A friendly clown with the clearest eyes
Is coming your way
Don’t mind if there’s a carnival
There’s something you can’t play
You can’t play the morning
That’s falling from the moon
First I thought it was picture
Then I found it was you
In a balloon in early June
In a beekeeping mood
Love is just Love
One walks with boots ten inches high
One makes you laugh until you cry
One did white magic on her former boyfriend
One has no trouble saying no
One climbs the stage tells me to throw her down my phone number
Says I will be in town the whole weekend
And one waits at the station
All covered up with stardust and languages from twenty nations
One is dancing like a majesty
Says she’d give up all her lovers right for me
One is clever one is free
One has eyes so pure that one glance makes you believe
One writes books that touch your soul
One gets wild and crazy on alcohol
One shows you how to swim across the sad and deepest oceans
One knows all human weaknesses by name
One makes you feel that life’s a game
One makes you come by just touching your shoulder
She’s capable of understanding your most mysterious emotions
And one turns yourself right into you
She’s happy being close to you
She’s happy being close to you
One makes you find out that life is easy
She says you just know how to please me
She makes you feel like a man
And your jealousy and not knowing what to say
Just get washed away by the rain
As long as you’ll be there I will be by your side
Love is just love is just love is just love
Love is just love is just love is just love
You’re the one I love
Love Love
I always thought it´s very funny
That I had no valid kind of money
The best solution anyway
Is the one you need no words to say about
Love in the factory and on the floor
Love by good bye kiss and via radio
Love love love
There's too much love
Sensation baby mustache´s grown
A little bit of attention´s drawn from the streets
Even the football players stared a lot
As I smashed the ball with a kind of a pistol shot speed
Love in the factory and on the floor
Love by good bye kiss and via radio
Love love love
There's too much love
All mothers fathers spilled their coffee
On my shirt then speak right from above me
That doesn´t matter does it
So for some reason I try to be as good
As the son of Saint Mary and Robin Hood
Love in the factory and on the floor
Love by good bye kiss and via radio
Love love love
There's too much love
I thought I learned the alphabet
But as I saw her I wished that I had a single god-damn tone to speak
The perfect adaption I'm afraid
Could not be achieved
Although we played the Romeo and Julie thing so patiently
So love in the factory and on the floor
Love by good bye kiss and via radio
Love love love
There's too much love
Master & Child
You were the master and I was the child
You were the master and I was the child
Out of the woods you came
It was your masterplan
I was the child
I was the child
24 minutes that lasted all of my life
24 minutes that lasted all of my life
Out of the walls you came
I touched you with my hands
I was the child
I was the child
I’s just the child
You are my loneliness the silence of my words
My body is a figure stolen without no alerts
Into the woods it’s gone
Not used by anyone
Goodbye you
Goodbye me
Not used by you
Not used by me
You were the master and I was the child
You were the master and I was the child
Money
I’m undefiably weary
Alone like only a child can be
I found this cake in a plastic bag
We could share it and afterwards try sharing a smile
I’m not good in hellos
I’m bad in goodbyes
I still got some days that really don’t seem to be a part of my life
Money take it I don’t need it anymore
Your hand if you want to I can shake it
But if we all leave what are we shaking it for
We all leave one day or another
So let’s get lovers
I’m frequently talking
At least most of the time
I told you about how I was saving a bird in a stairway but was it to make me look good
Me the savior of animal lives
Good love and good life
The more expensive the tickets
The better the sound and the better the light
So money take it
I hope the band sees at least a part of it after the show
My heart I sometimes mistake it
It just doesn’t care what it’s beating for
We all leave one day or another
So let’s get lovers
Nine Decades of the Deepest Loneliness
I wish that I’m not Jesus Christ
I wish I’m not sailors wife
I wish I could see
That the suns of the morning will come
And my heart it will be pounding
And the radio will play a song
About nine decades of the deepest loneliness
And the telephone wires on the streets
Are on fire for lovers of the passing priest
And even the bastards do not weep
Cause the suns of the morning will come
And their worlds they will be shining
I don’t know how they could have begun
Those nine decades of the deepest loneliness
And the master-minded cowboy freaks
Told everyone their souls to keep
But me I don’t know how to speak to you
And the suns of the morning will come
And out hearts they will be talking
I can’t believe how we could have gone on
Through nine decades of the deepest loneliness
Not Alaska
I’m disappearing out of this town
I’m hereby agreeing that you are the one
That gets the flat and the dishes and the bed
If you want all that
I’m not saying where I will go
It’s no matter of playing cause I just don’t know
Maybe Alaska
Oh no no no no no
They got this governor there that is so stupid
I’m not exactly happy with what I am
But I have this sadness that wants me to change
Become a farmers right hand
Maybe start a career at the fire brigade
Set my alarm clock become a bakerman
Not me but you
Have my hands out of my pockets fort he majesties to please
I have good and bad so neatly divided
I got it stretched out before gods that I cannot see
I wish I had a real companion
I wish I wouldn’t have pushed away you
You put my hand into your pocket
I feel your body underneath
This is not me
It’s you
The captains run their aeroplanes
The spacemen reach their stars
The junkies shoot their heroin
The dead lost the places where they are
Just don’t know why we’re divided
Cause love will always be there
I miss you
I miss you
Obvious
You’re invited by the upper classes
Of every city in and out of sight
They pay you helicopter flights
When talking to the women you are perfectly yourself
Just an other reason why
You’re so muched liked
It’s so obvious that I envy you
It’s so obvious I just want that too
That’s just why I fight you
They’re offering you all kinds of money
For your opinion on the nation
That’s of course in international rotation
They love your songs they love the way you sing them
They just won’t let you die
You take it with a more experimental version
Of one of your humble smiles
It’s so obvious that I envy you
It’s so obvious I just want that too
That’s just why I fight you
Oh Myself
The messengers the good behaviours the flagstore ships the part time labours
The nation’s saviours the ex tax haven‘s neighbour’s time will come without myself
The streets the cars are wrapped in silence the professors terminate their guidance
The bebop lovers hide their love away
The girls in bathing suits still dancing the sheep still staring at the fences
The honeymoons that last another day
Away I run away away I run away
The death tolls and the secret admirers they keep it all so secret the buyers
And the sellers and the ones that make both pay
The bread and butter jobs the cities the adult movie actresses
The facebook jokes that kind of sadly make your day
Oh myself I’m overstrained with it sometimes
Oh myself come back some other time
Away I run away away I run away
The ground staff and the microphone inventors the singers and the money lenders
The programmers of games you hate to play
The f-word users time abusers e-bike-cruisers money-losers
The sinking ships whose captains choose to stay
Away I run away away I run away
Oh myself I’m overstrained with it sometimes
Oh myself come back some other time
The rock stars turning 87 the fears the joys when you were eleven
The pocket gods you had no words to pray
The mothers and their influences the refugees and their last chances
The Misses Worlds with one eye on what the TV cooks might say
The landlords and the demagogues their emptiness the 12 o’clocks
The signs of age the yous the wes the theys
Away I run away
The pics where you can’t stand your faces the ones where you can’t recall the places
The new beginnings every sixth or seventh day
Philip Seymour Hoffman
We all live our lives
We all fear the night
And the stars come and go
Philip Seymour Hoffman’s walking barefoot down the road
His look is calm with no alarms
He meets his son and his daughter
Harry Dean Stanton is unbuttoning his coat
Says look at this believes it’s his
Chance to get away from his mother
William H. Macy is kind of desperatly in love
Madly fond of her but he refuses to suffer
Not me again in the shadows
Samuel L. Jackson still tangled in what he was dreaming of
His evil side in form of a bright
Grinning Casanova kind of fellow
They all live their lives and what drives them remains a riddle
They all fear the night and all its obstacles in the middle
Tommy Lee Jones is pointing to the sea
Says it’s been a long trip one’s never sure if they can turn it
Into a kind of beautiful adventure
Francis Ford Coppola repeatedly appeared right in my flat
Says man we’re all stranded time is the saint and the bandit
It’s the most unbelievable creature
So we all live our lives and what drives us remains a riddle
We all fear the night and all its obstacles in the middle
And the stars come the stars they come and go
Mimi O’Donell feels she’s no more in need
Of superiority now has a family
The whole thing with man son and daughter
Quite a Bit of Background Noise up here
If your home is an ocean
If your fingers are soaked by the wet
If your ship is a bed
And your dreams are like aeroplanes
If this heart was the storm
That would blow your sails
On a permanent level of hope
Hope to feel love
Greatest hope to feel love
If your days were the friends
Welcoming you every morning
With hands outstretched towards your soul
Your greatest hope to feel love
Cause if your soul was the sky
And we both had a picture of it in your eyes
We’d stand there
As a kind of United Nations Organization
Greatest hope to feel love
If this heart was a ship
And if this heart would be above sea level
If I understood that checking my e-mails
Is better than travelling
Travelling by unravelling
If I succeeded stopping the bleeding at once
I’d surly be the first of the last 2000 people
Endeavouring to live
So we’re breathing the same air
This is a moment that we share
We’re fearless and we’re stupid
It’s moonlight that we wear
Cause these are the nights that we share
We’re breathing the same air
This is the reason that we share