Die Frage, ob meine Texte autobiografisch sind, höre ich des Öfteren. Die meisten haben wohl mit mir zu tun - oder den Geschichten von Freunden oder…
Relics
I thought I hovered away all of your hair
but at times one´s appearing somewhere
every now and then your scent is rising from the sheets
it´s the last thing, the last thing I need
I don´t want you to act no part in my life no more
I don´t want no relics from the time of our togetherness
I thought I was wiping the ground well enough
but at times footsteps of you appear
every now and then you reflect from my mirror
it´s the last thing, the last thing I need
I don´t want you to have no bearing in my dreams no more
and this is even though you fit into them so well
I don´t want you to act a part in my life no more
Escape
chained up myself again
I´m callous from head to toe
tried so hard to get away from here
and I worked so hard on my stay
worried bout you too often
paid attention to myself too rare
calmly step out the door
not one look back again
it´s so easy to leave it behind
and it´s so simple to linger about
dreamed about it too often
made it come true too rare
will I make it to break free
will I ever escape from me
always one foot on the run
but I met my obligations
I tried so hard to be self-contained
yet I worked so hard on my bale
worried bout you too often
paid attention to myself too rare
without love I can´t go on
why does it feel like a menace?
just let me spread my wings
while you lock me up in your cuddle
felt trapped too often
let go to rare
will I make it to break free
The Letting Go
passion rises against all wisdom
that´s why I let you in again
why I´am drawn to touch fire
I can´t explain
I´m on auto-pilot
will I ever learn that the flame is cruelly burning this delicate skin o´mine?
glad I deleted all your numbers
cause I´d call you straight away
and tell you how much I long to see you
I know you spit me out again
pain´s the poison I need
will I ever learn that the flame is cruelly burning this delicate skin o´mine
doctor said you´re the right one for me
and it just isn´t the right time
you need to grow to get ground under your feet
you´re just not ready for me
how cruel is he to ask don´t see him again
he´s right with that but what the hell?
I am drawn to touch fire
will I ever learn….
how can I endure I have to let go?
you´re my kindred spirit
feels too good when we´re together
that´s why you turn around an leave
I kill the puppet on your string!
I won´t let you in again!
lipstick stains handelt vom Schönen, das man hat und erst schätzt, wenn man es zerstört hat; und davon, dass man nichts auf Vorrat erleben kann…
lipstick stains
walking on air
in hand a piece of fabric
of your skirt
I held on to as you turned away
lipstick stains
skin under my fingernails
lipstick stains
chased you away from me
leading astray
don´t want to do it to you
try to tame
the fool who´s madly in love with you
talk to me
talk to me don´t just walk away
talk to me
don´t you just walk away
chorus
will I ever break free from always having one sip more
just in case one day I´ll be thirsty
will I ever break free from always having one bite more
just in case one day I´ll be starving
walking on air
in hand a piece of fabric
of your skirt
I held on to as you turned away
lipstick stains
skin under my fingernails
lipstick stains
chased you away from me
leftover wine handelt von “the crazy fetish for pain” (M. Sheehan); von der Sucht, sich Schmerzen, die einem zugefügt wurden, immer wieder zufügen zu lassen, weil man mit dem, was man kennt, umgehen kann. Und das Gefühl danach: wie abgestandener Wein…
leftover wine
another nameless cock
is crawling out these sheets
keep those eyes shut
til the front door´s closed
throw them pills in that throat
swallow´em down with that leftover wine
pass out until late
don´t dream don´t think don´t speak
shower down those tears
get out that short dress
put that make up on
til those marks are gone
throw them pills in that throat
swallow´em down with that bourbon
stay out until late
don´t dream don´t think don´t speak
driven out into that night again
taken home another type again
paralized in his arms you let
him do what he´s gotta do
do you right ist ein kleines Lied inspiriert von den Liedern der Sängerin Holly Golightly.
do you right
when I sleep with a gun under my pillow
girl you´re in trouble
when I sleep with a gun under my pillow
you´re in trouble
bridge
you went out in the deep dark night
looking for someone to do you right
ye you went out in the deep dark night
looking for someone to do you right
when you walk in at dawn I reach for the gun
under my pillow
when you walk in at dawn I reach for the gun
under my pillow
bridge
cause you´ve been out in the deep dark night
looking for someone to do you right
ye you´ve been out in the deep dark night
looking for someone to do you right
chorus
I shoot you down
I shoot you down, now
I shoot you
enjoy
I know people won´t blame me
cause they know I´m right
yeh people won´t blame me
cause they know I´m right
bridge
cause you´ve been out in the deep dark night
looking for someone to do you right
ye you´ve been out in the deep dark night
looking for someone to do you right
chorus
I shoot you down
I shoot you down, now
I shoot you
enjoy
Urlaubsliebe, die lange nachwirkt…. wohnhaft in Burntwood
Burntwood
it will take 20 years to finally get to Burntwood
but I won´t dare to ring your bell
I´ll just stand and stare at your door, love
wondering what´s going on inside
you might rock your little son on your knee
your wife walks in smiling, serving dinner
the dog strifes your leg as you walk on to the table
caressing your daughter´s head while passing by
I watch in your window from outside, Love
and I start crying ´bout the love you live
cause it´s me who wanted to share your life
but I wouldn´t ever serve you dinner smiling
I´d walk in smiling that special kind of smile
show you my boobs and walk back out
run up to the first floor, you follow
and we make love on the stairs
at night I would watch you sleep
hungry, hungry for your touch
I bite your lip and wake you up
just to give you one last kiss
before I lay awake, afraid you leave
so maybe I should learn to serve you dinner smiling
have your babies, be a good wife
but I doubt that I could go on loving you like that
and you´d probably leave, anyway, the next day
Burntwood
give him back to me
Burntwood please, set him free
free for me
Burntwood
give him back to me
give me Mr. Wood
you can keep your Burnt
Ribbons handelt von der ersten Liebe und dem Band, das auch nach langer Zeit nicht zerreißt, obwohl man sich nicht mehr kennt…
ribbons
again and again I try to let go
but the deep bond and the ribbon between us
are strong as steel and they just don´t break
I think of you at night
and walk into you in the morning
after a night at your new lover´s home
I´m not hurt anymore but sometimes I miss you
I feel you´re passing by
the bus that I ride
and as I turn to look over
I see you ride
your lovely old cycle
that once made me fall for you
I tried to love others
once or twice I did
but it never felt as complete
and never lasted
it never felt
the way it felt with you
chorus:
how I appreciate you
it is such a long time gone
how I lift you up
it is such a long time gone
half hearted …
half hearted
made her wait a thousand years
when finally she quit biding her time
he drove a wedge between her
and her who´s going ahead
agonizing day and night
expecting his return
should she go on with her new life
or abandon it for him
she was close to giving it up
when he got back at last
she suffered a snub as he started
breaking the news
she never meant the world to him
neither did he to her
things wouldn´t have emerged like that
they just needed an excuse
she was never bold enough
to drain into someone´s ground
he didn´t take the only chance
he only held half a heart
he was never strong enough
to want her like she needed
she wouldn´t give´m another chance
she doesn´t want half a heart
time and tide wait for no man
I heard her say
time and tide wait for no man
I heard her say
I don´t mean for this to be a charge
I just have to get it off my chest some time
I don´t mean for this to be a charge
I just have to get it off my chest some time
but there is always doubt
what if he is strong enough for
what if we fit better than anyone could ever fit
what if he…
what if she…
but love is gone
bevor nichts übrig bleibt handelt von der schwierigen Liebe zu einem geplagten Menschen
ich komm rein, Du schaust nicht auf
lässt den Dingen gerne Deinen Lauf
drückst den Stempel drauf, stellst die Regeln auf
wenn ich ersauf, gehst Du unter
Du bist leider einer, bei dem man froh ist, wenn er weg ist
auch wenn´s schmerzt
du lächelst, dann knutschen wir
schnell ist die Nacht rum, wir sind immer noch hier
ich lehn mich an Dich ran, ich geh heim
willst allein sein im Samstagskaufgewühle
ich würd so gern spazierengehn
um alle Albstauseen
ja ich würd so gern spazierengehn
und nochmal Albstadt sehn
und sterben
gib mir Deinen Schmerz bevor er Dich in den Wahnsinn treibt
gibt mir Deinen Schmerz bevor nichts mehr von Dir übrig bleibt
doch Du bist leider einer, bei dem man froh ist wenn er weg ist
auch wenn´s schmerzt
ich komm rein, Du schaust nicht auf….
strange nature: Wir verstehen uns einfach nicht, doch wenn die Nacht ihren Mantel um uns hüllt, ist alles gut…
strange nature
love to be by your side
sometimes you seem to wonder why
just like sometimes I wonder why
you love me, love me like you do
you apply with double standards
I respond by freezing you off
we work hard on our communication
always in order to get by
you plead for tender words that I
say when I feel like it
words ain´t my tool to express what I feel
I love you, love you like I do
I want to get on with you in the daylight
when not covered by nights black veil
I wanna love you in the daylight
when passion won´t help to overbear
the things we don´t know of each other
whatever we just can´t comprehend
what we think of as strange nature
you say you think I´m complicated
hey - I´m easy to get on with
but I think you´re complicated
you say, you´re easy to get on with
we talk and talk but we get nowhere
we just never comprehend
black is blue and pink is yellow
hot is cold and sour´s sweet
but in the morning
I inhale the scent of your skin
after holding us all night
sweat and salt become blurred
I want to get on with you in the daylight…..
peculiar how we never have anything to say to each other, but I´m fine as long as you sit there and smell like that….
Ich liebe den Duft von selbstgedrehten Zigaretten, von frisch gemähtem Gras, Schlamm und Holzfeuer, Deiner ollen Motorradjacke und wie wir nach einem Tag am Strand oder einem Zeltwochenende riechen..
peculiar
it´s peculiar between us
still I want to be with you
even if we can´t talk
I´m fine as long as I can look at you
why don´t you just feel the same?
I know we fit
cause when you smell bad
i love to bog down in your armpit
each time you take a shower
you somehow break the spell
well, when you´re fresh
you´re still gorgeous as hell (voll doof, ich weiß, aber der Reim…. nehme Vorschläge an…)
why don´t you just want me?
the way that I want you
smelling bad together
would be something nice to do
just like the way you smell dusty and smoky
like that you smell like you smell not like perfume
love you being natural and real
I adore you for being just you
someone else desires me
kinda fancy him too
but how could I be happy
when I start hoping with each look at you?
why don´t you just feel the same?
we would be so cool
silently you pass me by
and I feel like a fool
why don´t you just want me?
I know I´m meant for you
and you´re the one to blame
each time I feel blue….
all the time … Die Kälte am Ende
all the time
I see the nasty look
in your stone cold eyes
all the time I come to you
I feel how you despise me
hear the vicious sound
in your senseless words
all the time I try to talk
you´re only out to hurt me
don´t want your love
anymore
you don´t care bout me
and you´re such a bore
I was under you spell
now I know you well
I took you wrong
I am gone
and that cheeky undertone
in your loving measure
all the time I xxxx with you
another gives me pleasure
I feel the icy touch
in your stiff embrace
all the time I beg for passion
you´re laughing me in the face
don´t want your love, anymore….
I´m out, I´m gone
the Ratel song: Ich war mit Freunden in Südafrika unterwegs, wo uns zwei drollige Tierchen namens Ratel über den Weg liefen. Wir waren so angetan, dass wir sie ständig zum Thema hatten, dann trafen wir Dr. Dan in Hermanus und haben verschiedene Lieder über das Ratel gedichtet und gesungen. Er hat mir dann das Versprechen abgenommen, zu Hause ein Lied über das Ratel zu schreiben, aufzunehmen und ihm zuzuschicken….
the Ratel song
met a funny guy at the side of the road
with the strangest hairdo I can imagine
asked his name, he answered Ratel
we went surfing, well he surfed, I just tried
he took me to the top of the hill
the view is just amazing
he flinged his hair, threw me a kiss
and he disappeared into the night
ever since that day I can´t think of nothing
but my furry stranger
his piercing glance
got straight into my heart
he wore his hair just like a skunk
but smelt so much better
sure he was a strange sort of punk
but even though or therefore lekker
Ratel - I´m searching for you
in each guy I come across
no one can get me satisfied
Ratel - where (are) you hiding?
looked for you in Plettenberg Bai
I looked for you in Knysna
someone said he saw you in Svellendam
I think you´re on the run
Dani in Hermanus was of no bigger help
just said: Mummy loves the Ratel
sure he was a strange sort of Punk
but even though or therefore lekker
Ratel - I´m searching for you
in each guy I come across
no one can get me satisfied
Ratel - where (are) you hiding?
couldn´t believe when I heard you
heard you on my radio
this is Ratel, Ratel on air
here´s a song for you
let me take you to the top of the hill
the view is just amazing
I fling my hair, throw you a kiss
and we disappear into the night
Ratel - I´m searching for you
in each guy I come across
no one can get me satisfied
Ratel - where (are) you hiding?
song for a gun ist nur ein kleiner Auszug aus einem A-Capella-Song, den ich 2001 in 20 Minuten geschrieben und in einem stinkigen Kellerloch in 30 Minuten aufgenommen habe - am selben Tag. Irgendwann habe ich ein paar Sätze daraus dann mal über einen Song von Christian improvisiert….
I love you doesn´t say that my heart jumps anytime you walk in through my door
it doesn´t say that you make me laugh and that I burst laughing each time I think of you
do you know that whenever we meet you are totally new to me
and how you calm me down when I am wound up
and how I´m forced to touch you as soon as I awake
I guess I love you means all that, but I don´t say it now, it´s not enough
seven little monsters - da haben wir einfach rumgeblödelt und sind dabei geblieben…
7 little monsters
live under my bed
7 little monsters
are pulling on my leg
7 little monsters
are munching in my head
7 little monsters
wish to see me dead
I don´t dare to fall asleep
I don´t dare to stay awake
own actions habe ich aus Wut auf einen alten Freund geschrieben…
don´t be bitter bout your past
it´s just a phase it didn´t last
you are railing against your fate
this is what I hate
you say it´s ok to do Prozac
for the Yankees also do it
quit taking others as your model
or you´ll never leave your shell
you´re responsible for your own actions
don´t blame childhood for each failure
you always carry heavier load
but it weighs less if you go ahead
oh how you´re feeling sorry for yourself dear
can´t stand you´re canoeing in your fear
I hate to hear you weeping and whining
I hate to see you so week
so don´t be bitter bout your past
it´s just a phase it didn´t last
you are railing against your fate
and this is what I hate
you´re responsible for your own actions
don´t blame childhood for each failure
you always carry heavier load
but it weighs less if you go ahead
you´re responsible for your own actions
don´t blame childhood for each failure
you always carry heavier load
but it is lighter if you go ahead
Vor ca. 10 Jahren hatte ich kurze Zeit eine wundervolle (eher komödiantische) Frauenband namens Isabell aktiv. Das Lied labios rojos war damals auf deutsch, hieß “Rote Lippen” und war auch ein Tango. Ich hab das dann einfach übersetzt bzw. umgedichtet, als ein Tango im Proberaum entstand…
Rote Lippen und Hüften, die wippen, was ist mir davon geblieben? Nichts. Die deutsche Übersetzung ist zu 80% wie die alte Version…
labios rojos
tus labios rojos
Rote Lippen
y caderas vibrantes
und Hüften, die wippen
que me queda de eso?
was ist mir geblieben?
nada
nichts
porque tu pecado
denn Deine Sünde
dicho prudentemente
ich sag´s Dir geschwinde
es conocido dondequiera
ist bekannt bis Warnemünde
por eso te digo
drum sag ich Dir
que te vaya bien
lebe wohl
ojos negros
schwarze Augen
que me roban mis sentidos
die die Sinne mir rauben
de los que no puedo fiarme
ich kann ihnen nicht mehr trauen
no necesitas mirarme asi
du brauchst gar nicht so zu schauen
no tiene sentido
es hat keinen Sinn
no no tiene sentido
es hat keinen Sinn
no tiene sentido
es hat keinen Sinn
por eso te digo
drum sag ich Dir
que te vaia bien
lebe wohl
tanto va el cantaro a la fuente que al fin se rompe
mi amor te digo que te vaya bien
Der Krug geht so lange zum Brunnen, bis er bricht. Drum sag ich Dir lebe wohl
ojos negros
que me roban mis sentidos
de los que no puedo fiarme
no necesitas mirarme asi
porque tu traicion
denn Dein Verrat
aun queriendo ocultarla
noch willst Du ihn verschleiern
es conocido dondequiera
ist überall bekannt
por eso te digo
drum sag ich Dir
que te vaya bien
lebe wohl
le nonne killer ist die Fortsetzung von “le luride”, ein Lied meiner früheren Band FunkdeNude. Le luride bedeutet: die Dreckigen, le nonne killer: killeromas. Die Idee ist aus der Mailänder Tageszeitung…. Auf Deutsch ein andermal, bin jetzt müde und hab gleich einen Auftritt.
le nonne killer
noi siamo al verde, abbandoniamoci alla disperazione, non sappiamo piu cosa fare, come lurida, soldi non si fa
noi siamo al verde
siamo disperate
non sappiamo piu cosa fare
come lurida soldi non si fa
che facciamo allora
magari cambiar vita
magari qualcosa criminale
siamo pigre come mai
diventiamo le nonne killer
quando ti abbiamo ammazzato
portiamo via tutto tu dinero
oh le nonne killer
prima eravamo luride
noi siamo al asciutto
siamo vorace
non sappiamo piu cosa fare
come lurida soldi non si fa
che facciamo allora
magari cambiar stile
magari qualcosa sofisticata
siamo inventive come mai
diventiamo le nonne killer
quando ti abbiamo ammazzato
prendiamo tu´assicurazione sulla vita
oh le nonne killer
prima eravamo luride
dai figliolo
devi solamente sottoscrivere qua
non rimpiangerai mai, che ci hai incontrato
noi siamo al verde…
Den Text zu close at night habe ich kurz nach meinem 25. Geburtstag geschrieben. Damals habe ich in einem 12-qm-Zimmer in einer Haus-WG gewohnt und diesen 25. Geburtstag dort im Garten gefeiert. Anschließend haben ca. 10 Freunde von mir gestapelt in meinem Zimmer übernachtet und in der darauffolgenden Nacht haben meine Decken wunderbar nach ihnen geduftet, nach Lagerfeuer, Weleda Rosenlotion und nach Erde….
close at night
I didn´t change my sheets and my blankets
for a long time now and I won´t do
cause all my friends have sweat into them
and I´ve been sweating, too
one left sweet scent of campfire on the pillow
another has been smelling like a rose
again another was smelling like earth
she was lying on in the woods
I´ll never - change my covers
so all my friends are by my side
I´ll never - change my covers
so all my friends are close at night
last night my flat mate caught me
with my head under the blanket
feet down on the ground
asked me what I was doing
and I did know what to say
I just wanna smell my friends said I
they all left their flavour in my sheets
and I miss them oh so much
when I smell them I feel them near
I´ll never - change my covers
so all my friends are by my side
I´ll never - change my covers
so all my friends are close at night
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