LYRICS
Twisted Animals
Dear grey sky
They say you only cover the blue sky
But they are idiots you know
It's an ordinary monday afternoon
And unfortunately
I stopped smoking
Dear grey sky
I like to watch you
Then i do other things
And you're still there
And if someone says
This town is beautiful
Under a grey sky
Then it is
Dear grey sky
You never push it
I might go for a walk
Or maybe not
It's getting dark now
The world is all we have
I never said that
In a song
When you went into the woods
Why did you do it
With your worn out navy boots
I thought you would blew it
It‘s so easy to pretend
That trees are like people
In the end
When you went into the woods
I stayed in the city
Though the weather was nice
I started to feel shitty
It‘s so easy to pretend
That animals will friend you
In the end
And I have to admit
It would be cool if they did
When you went into the woods
You wrote “back to the roots”
On your shirt
When you went into the woods
You wore a hat that made you look like a bird
And I couldn’t decide
Should I laugh
Or should I cry
When you went int the woods
I went to see a doctor
His name was Dr. Schulz
And he was from Vienna
He said that my subconscious
Was to conscious to be true
And I said that I lost
All my unconsciousness to you
When you went into the woods
When he came home from work
He didn’t know what to do
So he put his hands on the table
The way he had learned it at school
But nobody had a question
And nobody let it ring
So he finally jumped on the table
And he finally started to sing
I am not happy
I’m tired and I hate my job
It makes me sad to look out of the window
It’s a mess and I want it to stop
It was a lovely summer evening
And everybody took his chance
There was kissing and talking
Laughing and walking
There was listening to eurodance
So he went through his closet
There wasn’t much to go through
But he found a tight orange t-shirt
And he found some shiny white shoes
He felt ready to make it happen
And the mirror said that he was
He even discovered his old hat
The one with the shimmering stars
And then he hit the street
And he became part of the crowd
The summer-breeze blew a smile in his face
And the music was playing loud
And this is where we lost him
Cause we had to lose him somewhere
So we raised our glass to his story
And we made a high-five in the air
Cause he was not happy
He was tired and he hated his job
It made him said to look out of the window
It was a mess and it had to stop
Her name was distant water
His name was sunny street
They lost their hearts in Venice
Cause Venice is hard to beat
They looked at dying castles
Fead old bread to the birds
And every time they turned to each other
They were running out of words
Old bread to the birds
Old bread to the birds
Sounds like another story
A story from ancient times
Where people did watching and walking
Where people talked in rhymes
Her name was distant water
His name was sunny street
They lost their hearts in Venice
Cause Venice is hard to beat
Hard to beat
Hard to beat
Oho
The city slowly drifts back into water
Oho
Sunlight is burning holes into our eyes
Oho
We strawl around like twisted animals
Oho
In disguise
I wrote a song for you
With lyrics and chords
About stuff like
How much i adore you
I pictured myself
Sitting in your room
And i saw you watching me
Playing it for you
It goes like
Lalala i adore you
It goes like
Nanana this song is for you
I tried to call you
The other day
But i couldn't reach you
And i felt alone
I took a walk
Through your neighbourhood
And i wrote a song
On my way back home
It goes like
Lalala this song is not for you
But it's better than the other one
That says i adore you
I adore you
I adore you
I adore you
I guess he was
A nicer person
In an early demo version
Of this song
I guess he was
A nicer person
In an early demo version
Of this song
It‘s so sad
That he turned back
And none of us
Could do a thing
Indifference
That‘s how it started
No happy heart
Not broken hearted
You see his face
Soon to forget it
You talk to him
Soon to regret it
There‘s no doubt
He sucks you out
And none of us
Could do a thing
He fades away now
While we sing
I never find no history
No history in my mind
Feelings pass and pictures last
Landscapes from behind
I never see no destiny
Climbing up that hill
While I whistle two-tone-melodies
On my window sill
And oh oh no
They tore me out
And said let‘s go
I’m made of sludge
I never build no building
That someone might call stunning
I have no disciples waiting
For my second coming
People seem to look at me
As if I’m always there
I like to smile at strangers
And I have dark-brown hair
And oh oh no
They tore me out
And said let‘s go
I’m made of sludge
And I am made of water
I am made of sand
And I am made of something
That allows me to pretend
And oh oh no….
When we were young there was a fight
Between real and artificial
Both sides lost and signed the papers
With their meaningless initials
And now we can do everything
And everything is cool
This rooms create intimacy
So why you‘re acting like a fool?
But if you open up the window
There will be another window
Guess I need a hammer honey
To find out from where the wind blows
And then you called me to say: Dear
There‘s no way left to disappear
I lowered my voice and I said: Son
In the end there‘s always one
So we go on and cook our meals
And tell each other how it feels
To be so fuckin well connected
Did you check that cat?
Oh I thought I did
But if you open up the window
There will be another window
Guess I need a hammer honey
To find out from where the wind blows
P.S. Let‘s bring the choir in
I want them to stand straight and sing
Raise their voices cut the swing
Forgetting is not forgiving
Forgetting is not forgiving
Forgetting is not forgiving
A yellow sweater
On a plastic chair
Someone is ringing
And someone's not there
The smell of coffee
The humming of bees
Stupid flags on the balconies
If you throw a glass
Out of the window
It might change your life
Or it might just burst
If you go out for something
And come home with nothing
At least you know that it's not getting worse
A mouth full of berries
A belly full of waste
Getting addicted
To the bittersweet taste
Of boredom of boredom
I know it's a sin
But there's a dim golden light
When the summer runs thin
Go now
Everything changed
And there’s something strange
In their ways now
Looks like
They turned you
Into a bad memory
With your heavy lids
Bare feet silly boy
But you’re still there
Leaning at every wall
Watch them passing by
They’re always passing by
Taking a cold eye
On every sunset
On every sunset
Go now
They will clean these streets
In the morning
And to be clear
By cleaning I mean
They will make them disappear
And they will feel alright
They always feel alright
With a helpless smile
On their babyfaces
On their babyfaces
Turn around
Everything looks small
If you are the horizon
It’s a simple trick
And it may not work
In the long run
But it will do it for today
It will do it for today
It will do it for today
Odio
Another year is gone
Wipe your tears away
And put a record on
Play a happy song
Where you can sing along
Happy song
Simple melody
Nice philosophy
Happy song
Odio
Time’s gonna kill us all
The first line falls
The second line stands tall
But it’s a lovely day
Look outside to say
Lovely day
People in the street
Do their meet and greet
Lovely day
Cause after all is said and done
We’re still here to praise the sun
We give it all away
We give it all away
And after all is said and done
We’re still here to praise the sun
We give it all away
We give it all away
Construction Work & Stormy Weather
they're selling t-shirts now
with the name of my street
they're singing songs
about my favorite places
is that what people mean
by saying you live in a dream
well i guess i do
well i guess i do
this is the longest autumn
that we ever had
even traffic signs pretend a deeper meaning
we follow every arrow
through this golden light
until we're out of sight
until we're out of sight
and every thing i ever see
will always be a part of me
but i forgot
to mark the places in my mind
where i can go seek and find
it's a heavy plot
wowowowow
wowowowow
wowowowow
wowowowow
wowowowow
wowowowow
oh life
the longer you have it
the stranger it gets
but hey i still can take the sunshine for real
it's reflecting in the windows
and i know how it feels
on my skin
and when i lay my head down
on that yellow piece of gras
in the center of town
and everything i ever see
will always be a part of me
but i forgot
to mark the places in my mind
where i can go seek and find
it's a heavy plot
like diamonds made their way
from marilyn to r'n'b
i made my way from your appartment
the book of longing on my knees
but i didn't read a word
the world was much to new for reading
and as i looked around
i saw the train was filled with human beings
we left the underground
just for a ride but not forever
trees and city sounds
construction work and stormy weather
it all lokeed good to me
scratches patterns on the windows
in perfect symmetry
to clouds and light and how the wind blows
and i know you hate my silly smile
but let me keep it for a while
dear passengers
it may not last so very long
but let me keep it for this song
dear passengers
cuase everyone is in it's time
and things may change just for a rhyme
dear passengers
although we met by accident
we could pretend
it's heaven sent
dear passengers
let's keep that grain of elevation
until we reach the final station
dear passengers
like diamonds made their way
from marilyn to r'n'b
i made my way from your appartment
the book of longing on my knees
people like houses
don't they
they illuminate
some seconds of their lifes
by switching the light on
watch them doing the dishes
people like cars
don't they
they drive around
pretending to bring something somewhere
it's an addiction
to a short look through the rear view mirror
and who am i
who am i watching
who am i
taking the things out of context
although i live next door
cause everything should be connected
a funny face makes children laugh
once i had a secret and i kept it
even from god above
people need people
don't they
they open their eyes
acting quite surprised
to be one in a million
let's share a cigarette
and this is how it starts
we got brains and we got hearts
we got words coming out of our mouths
but we don't know
where they go
and who am i
who am i watching
who am i
taking the things out of context
although i live next door
i will start to smoke pot when i'm seventy-four
with my friends from the third generation
we sit in rotten chairs in front of shopping-malls
to create a new sensation
i will write infinite poems on unpaid bills
and post them all over town
they're about microelectronics and ancient gods
but mostly it's all about sound
and i hope i will not take myself too serious
and i hope i will not bore you to death
and that i may not mistake my long gone youth
for the end of the avant-garde
and on sundays yes on sundays
i will put on my tailormade suit
that i once bought from the royalties
for the soundtrack of trivial pursuit
and i guess you might not remember the movie
it had little to do with the game
all in all it's the same old story
of loss and ambition and fame
and i hope they will get me my favorite chair
in my favorite bar
i will sit there for hours over one cup of coffee
cause my money won't take me too far
i will look out of the window watching the people
and sometimes the waitress will give me a refill
and the sky looks grey in a calm and comforting way
and maybe you will join me in the evening
and we take a walk through our old neighbourhood
and although everything looks different and strange
we will be strangers here for good
i will look out of the window watching the people
and sometimes the waitress will give me a refill
and the sky looks grey in a calm and comforting way
you can look at the sky
or you shout it out
i'm a cloud
i'm a cloud
and if it get's heavy
you can ease the pain
you'll be rain
you'll be rain
your mind may travel
through time and space
the history of the human race
all in all it's just a bunch of days
and it's written all over your face
so if you run into each other out of the blue
you will recognize me and i recognize you
but the money has gone
and the houses are cracked
heaven is for loosers
and hell is almost packed
so let's dance dance dance
until we loose our pants
and when our legs get tired
we can clap our hands
until gravity might catch us in the end
if you look down
what can you see
my belly my feet and my knees
that's me
so partly invisible for yourself
and you need some kind of counterparts
for your health
or at least a mirror
or at least a lake
or at least a traveller
between fact and fake
cause no matter how fast you turn around
your back is your back
when i come back from a faraway country
how can i tell you what i have experienced
if you ever come back from such faraway countries
you dont have to tell me about it
but i would like to describe you this paticular moment
and how it felt to be in it
it would be great to imagine this paticular moment
and to think of you being in it
when i like to tell somebody the things i remember
is it because of the things or because of him or her
in a perfect world it will be because of the things
and also because of him or her
and in a perfect world we would treat each other
as if we where some kind of boon
and we could smoke as cool as addie pray
in her bed in paper moon
and maybe you would look at me
as if you know me by heart
and it wouldnt scare the shit out of you
at least not from the start
yesterday i saw you on your bike
yes maybe that was me
i waved all the time but you just moved on
yes sometimes you're so hard to see
but in a perfect world we would shine like diamonds
seen through the eyes of a thief
and every stolen moment
would bring nothing but relief
and maybe you would look at me
as if you know me by heart
and it wouldnt scare the shit out of you
at least not from the start
when i come back from a big disappointment
tell me what should i do or say
you could make it a movie and end each act
with a car driving away
i went back home
put on my shorts
brushed my teeth and charged my phone
while thinking strictly personal thoughts
closed the shutters
shut the lights
and then i was off
goodnight
and in that night i had a dream
that seemed to be more than real
it showed professional pictures
with a vintage appeal
big production
brilliant cast
couldn't read the credits
they went to fast
can't you see this was made for the masses
like transformers or two of a kind
who the fuck created a blockbuster blockbuster
in my underexposed mind
i woke up with the sunrise
washed my face in the sink
then i looked into the mirror
cause it always my low budget shrink
still the same
still the same
said the monkey in the frame
i hardly know how to handle a camera
i press the button and say dope
but inside of me it's all special effects
deep inside it's all cinemascope
there's a lonesome rockin chair
in the middle of nowhere
i might not walk away so soon
i might not walk away so soon
i sit and watch the shooting stars
i finger-shoot at passing cars
i might not walk away so soon
i might not walk away so soon
time's not running time is sweet
time's a dog next to your feet
his eyes are closed he might be soon
the very first dog on the moon
my beard gets longer every day
i wrap it round myself and hey
it's a comfy sleeping bag
partly grey and partly black
things i like and things i loose
things i find and things i choose
become stepping stones at night
things i hug and things i fight
distant voices distant needs
apples under distant trees
tomorrow shines a different light
let's end this song and say goodnight
the jury came in on a monday night
they put their chairs in a row
my flat looked messy
but they pretended to to care
they got pens and papers
and coffee to go
i showed my intentions
i could do this i could do that
i tried a little dance
i did some poses on my bed
i recited a poem with rhymes and all
about how winter was followed
by spring summer and fall
and this is my life through a strangers eye
looks like an unfinished drawing
at the edge of some paper
and although you might consider this
a rather weak position
there's lots of space in this vision
the air was thin
and the light was low
i felt like creating a earthquake
by tipping on my toe
but there was no reaction
only the scratch of the pen
when they're making their notes now and then
i don't know how long they stayed
for an hour for a year
and i can't remember
the way they disappeared
i open the fridge
but there was nothing in it
and i was blinded by the light for a minute
and this is my life through a strangers eye
looks like an unfinished drawing
at the edge of some paper
and although you might consider this
a rather weak position
there's lots of space in this vision
the jury came in on a monday night
and they left without a word
i put the chairs back to a regular chaos
and got rid of my sweaty shirt
william s burroughs had very thin lips
and so has irm hermann the german actress
both of them got that mysterious smile
a little dangerous kind of sarcastic
you can easily put them in the back of any scenery
you would always look at them always look at them
a perfect tie and an iron blouse
you would always look at them always look at them
and if a had a chance
i would love to see them dance
close but without touching eachother
in a chemical romance
the music should be slow
and the singer would sing oh
if there is no time
if there's only space
which place do you wanna go
william s burroughs was a gentleman-beatnik
irm hermann was part of the fassbinder-gang
she grew up in a black and white post-war munich
while burroughs ate drugs on a terrasse in tanger
there is little connection but what do i know
maybe they met and they lifted their eyebrows
and if a had a chance
i would love to see them dance
close but without touching eachother
in a chemical romance
the music should be slow
and the singer would sing oh
if there is no time
if there's only space
which place do you wanna go
imagine a tapir
he doesn't like to go out
he doesn't wanna be part of
he has a very long snout
he prefers twilight
and he avoids sunlight
he likes to play in the water
when everything's alright
he's not an elephant
and he's not a pig
he's not totally tiny
and he's not very big
imagine a tapir
i guess that's all you can do
cause you might never see him
he's very shy too
he lives in the woods
and his coat is grey
his voice is a whistle
let's call it a day
imagine a tapir
imagine a tapir
imagine a tapir
how did we get here?
WHY AFRAID
why afraid
we got drums and trumpets
love and hate
is written on our jackets
yeah
we can walk this street
and we don't care
if we miss a beat
cause somethimes every heart is stumbling
and every break must lead to something
why afraid
why afraid
it's not mods and rockers
you'll be late
if you try to block us
yeah we can walk this street
hands in the air
we can walk this street
It was the longest day and we didn't know how to end it
i took the blue bus
i took the blue bus
where the seats smelled
like smoked horses
i can feel the shape
of each cobblestone
kicking all the useless thoughts
out of my bones
i took the blue bus baby
better before gone
i had a good start
with my broken heart
all beauty came like a stitch
through that window
whatever it showed
i saw your face in it
i took the blue bus baby
yeah that's what i did
i got five books about misunderstanding
in the backyard of my mind
i can turn every page for you
and i hope that you will find
something
i took the blue bus
i took the blue bus
every song sounded distorted
through that radio
yeah i like it so
much it should have last forever
on that blue bus baby
will be sunshine instead of weather
the kitchen knife will do my haircut
the dictionnary knows my name
and i will knit myself a superhero suit
made from yesterdays pain
then i open up the window
and then i spread my arms and fly
it's a sunny day and you can see how the streets get crowded
by and by
and the smoke of my cigarette
looks like stripes of condensation
there's always something you can leave behind
for your orientation
i will be recognized by tourists only
cause natives seldom watch the sky
even if they take a sunbath
they close their eyes
there's a geography of rooftops
there's a choreography of cars in motion
there's a carpet made of tracks and fields and forests
and then there is the ocean
and i will hang out with the seagulls for a while
cause they know how to appear and to disappear in style
and they steal from the ships and they steal from the sailors
coming out of the blue in their dirty white dresses
and we will meet at the peer to roepen our old soers
and i will wave them goodbye and go wherever i'm let
and i will wave them goodbye and go...
it's supposed to be fun
but what if i lost it
i need a new punchline
cause i'm ready to post it
kids are drinking bitter lemon
in front of a shop
they can see me walking by
on my way to the top
everything's frozen
everything's white
snow covers doghshit
on a saturday night
the light of the lamppost
will always get me
with my hands in the pockets
i can feel like a movie
and here we go
with the man in the snow
wearing a loose tie
while the cold wind blows
and if he can't talk to you
don't get him wrong
cause he's nothing
without a song
monday's a coward
tuesday is a promise
wednesday is wednesday
looks like something i won't miss
thursday i knew
that i would make it on friday
saturday sunday who's gonna empty the ashtray
there's a thin line
between something and nothing
stupid things passing
as long as i'm walking
this is the world and it's made from a lot of things
like fruits and furniture babys and bars
there are big mountains and very small animals
that look from secret corners up to the stars
life is very short and theres not enough time for
breakfasts and lunchbreaks and talking allnight long
you have to hurry up and by the end of the day
you put everything you did in a three-minute-song
theres a sky above and its blue for the first kiss
but soon it will be gray when you fucked it up again
it's raining yeah it's raining you should wear a hat boy
cause you will be grown-up before you even count to ten
plants are always there in nature and in livingrooms
i'm glad that they dont talk but sometimes you hear them grow
it's nice to watch the fir-trees especially in wintertime
they carry with their branches the weight of the snow
its good to have friends they tell you that you are allright
then they go away to tell other friend you're not
let's drink a toast to all this senseless talking
cause i like it yes i like it i like it a lot
look at these buildings they are raised for eternity
their walls should have eyes so they could tell what's wrong with you
must be something that happens inbetween
the ideas you have and the things that you do
this is the world and you can find a lot of things
yesterday i found an old keyboard on the street
it had only one sound but maybe one day
this will be exactly the sound that you need
officer officer can you walk me home
i'm so done
i could almost trust a uniform
officer officer can you see the stars
some of them died before you were even born
so much innocence
so much ambition
in your eyes
in all your straight ways
shiny handcuffs
to keep the evil close
it would look so different
if i had one of those
get in the car now
watch your head
it's your indifference
that drives me mad
i asked you questions
and all you've said
is that it was the longest day
and you didn't know how to end it
officer officer i'm sleepy now
but i like cruising in these city streets
officer officer let's pretend we're friends
listening to ac/dc dirty deeds
put the sirenes on
and get real fast
bang your head
and forget the past
you can tell everyone
that you had a blast
while it was the longest day
and you didn't know how to end it
HOMESTORY
his name is o
o no
they used to call him so
don't go
and visit him
it's no fun
my poor child what have you done
look in his eyes
it's all gone
love and love lies
it's all gone
this is the hometown of good intentions
but travellers dont stop here anymore
once i saw a movie and the movie was bad
it looked exactly like the live i had
people talking people hanging out
people try to get some people way to loud
and when the morning comes
all those actors need some sleep
and when the morning comes
all the extras start to weep
back to o
he's not new
he once had a show called
o you
something with animals
and songs inbetween
and a crazy homestory
about charlie sheen
i used to watch it a long time ago
during christmas holidays waiting for snow
it didn't catch me
didn't catch me at all
comercial breakup wont you come and help me out
once i had a walk and it felt like allright
i could walk forever forever through this night
i smell a lot of things but i dont have to see them
i think a lot of thoughts but i dont have to be them
and when the morning comes
every bird will have a song
and when the morning comes
all this beauty can't be wrong
today i saw the masterpiece
hanging on the wall
it looked ike a perfect masterpiece
there was no doubt at all
one step forward
one step backwards
the beauty didn't change
today i saw the masterpiece
and it felt a little strange
look at me
i came a long way
with my filthy hair
special offers in my pocket
i stood there stuck and stare
i was searching
for connection
with my stupid eyes
today i saw the masterpiece
but i didn't pay the price
let's meet outside
right on those marble stairs
next to the ministry of foreign affairs
there was sunlight
on those marble stairs
i am a ministry of foreign affairs
today i saw the masterpiece
made for eternity
it was covered up with glass
and there it will always be
and when i went out
there was one thing
i had to admit
i didn't like the thing itself
but i like the memory of it
there's an overload of beauty
and i don't know where to put it
lean my head against the window
cause it's the only place that's left for it
and i said to myself
i will never write a roadsong
cause it's always about driving
and about feeling lonesome
but what shall a poor boy do
so i count the trees that are passing by
and dedicate this song to you
there are places by the highway
where you have to pay to take a shit
and then you get a coupon
to pay your food with it
so everything's connected
and everything's expensive
but there are small streets in small cities
where depression is extensive
sad colours sad curtains sad cat
even animals get stupid there
that's why you call them pets
and suddenly you find yourself
in a lovely bar
and people give you wine and beer
and show you where to park your car
and they are happy that you're not so loud
cause they have problems with the neighbours
and i think one day i'll write a song called
neighbours you can kiss my ass
and after the show
we're guided to a place
where you can roll out your sleepingbags
in a kind of private space
and we sing songs in the kitchen
by famous gitarreros
but we skip the famous parts
yeah we leave them to the heroes
and we talk about relationships
and how they never reach the harbour
and then we fall asleep
dreaming of a barbershop
there's an overload of beauty
and i don't know where to put it
lean my head against the window
cause it's the only place that's left for it
that's left for it
dear academy
i brought you flowers
for all the knowledge
that grows inside your walls
like a huge tree made of
words and signs and symbols
who stretches out
to every corner of your halls
i can imagine
there's a fresh air of perception
blowing through
your ancient corridors
and those lovely people
in your sunny courtyard
speaking fluently in metaphores
wise men writing numbers
on green chalkboards
and wipe them out again
with triumph in their smiles
illuminated faces
over deskboards
trace out short novels
in a thousand different styles
who's the young girl
talking to the guest professor
who's that young man
with the guest professor's wife
they send you through a world
of mystery moments
before they open you
the gates to life
dear academy
my heart is beating
while i put down this boquet
by your massive door
i came a long way
and i hope you'll find them
and if you like them
i can get you more
i was sitting on the pavement
i was listening to pavement
watching summerbikes with sparkling spokes
riding through the sun forever
cities were built by generations
founded on discipline and patience
to watch us hanging out
with sleeping bags, instant snacks
sucking red wine out of tetra-packs
and did you get my postcard
well i guess not cause i never sent it
i let it fall into pieces
in the darkest corner of my back pocket
and when i was back home
it poured out of my rotten trousers
like dust or snow
like dust or snow
ohohoh
i was sitting on the pavement
thinking of the days that i spent
replaying memories of humiliation
printed in my mind forever
fucked up hugs and painful silence
the teacher said words can be violence too
ok let's move to chapter two
it was about a boy who knew
everything he touched turned blue
he climbed upon the highest tree
to set the colours free
it was about a boy who knew
everything he touched turned blue
he climbed upon the highest tree
to set the colours free
and did you get my postcard
well i guess not cause i never sent it
i let it fall into pieces
in the darkest corner of my back pocket
and when i was back home
it poured out of my rotten trousers
like dust or snow
like dust or snow
ohohoh
SO LONG
every monday night
waits for a tuesday morning
when you turn off the light
it doesnt mean that you're gone
do you think silouettes
are more real than shadows
once i stept on your shadow
and there was no doubt
windows are frames
for the snaphots of strangers
am i a stranger
when no one can see me
i remember your voice
your words are like footsteps
and sometimes i like
to walk in your shoes
every monday night
waits for a tuesday morning
when you're out of sight
it doesnt mean that you're gone
i sing you a song
as i put on my jacket
and instead of goodbye
it will end with so long
Memory Oh
sweet song about not much
oh oh let's see
yesterday was my lucky day
cause you where so good to me
can still feel it in my body
can still taste it on my lips
and you can see it in the streets
by the way i move my hips
sweet song about not much
can you hear the birds
doin' some kind of call and response
it's the feeling not the words
the window is wide open
and so is my heart
lets give it to the poeple
lets go back to the start
lets give it to the poeple
lets go back to the start
actors still wear leathercoats
to protect their precious feelings
i protect myself from getting lost
by staring at the ceiling
we spent our time like millionaires
it's the only thing we have
i lost my watch by the riverside
then i went home to take a bath
yesterday i've met some friends
from a thousand years ago
they had bottles in their hands
i said hi they said hallo
and they where dancing to the songs
of there childhood days
so they changed the discothek
in a weird nostalgic place
then i jumped back into present time
where the sky is clear and blue
all i want to be is modern now
all i want to be is new
but what i have is an old guitar
a voice and some melodies
so i have to be true instead of new my friend
and when i'm bored i change the keys
horsetravelling seems strange these days
cause everyone can take a plane
but you can check by the dust i raise
if i'm still in the game
it's good to listen to the rain
when you can't sleep at night
through the open window you can hear the world
talking to itself
there are animals printed on your blanket
they are there to make you happy
but you want to hear a real wolf howling
and you want it know
badam badam badam....
it's good to listen to the rain
when you can't sleep at night
through the open window you can hear the world
talking to itself
trembling shadows on the wall
looks like the trees where touched by something
i guess i was touched by something too
i wanna dance for you
indoors outdoors love but zero
one day dawn will be my hero
its good to listen to the rain
when you can't sleep at night
through the open window you can hear the world
talking to itself
got no money left for the festivals
feel like a husky in the rain
nothing to tear away and no troup to comfort me
this summer's driving me insane
everyone is having babies now
makes them so happy helpless happy oh
just imagine when december comes
there will be thousand little footsteps in the snow
and i want to sing you a silly song
about nothing special
special stuff is sad
it will make you dance
in front of your bathroom mirror
with your toothbrush
and your funny hair
the second verse is starting nowhere now
as most second verses do
it walks around and kicks some stones away
with its storytelling shoes
and it ends up let's say by accident
under your window baby light's still on
and it drinks a lot cause it takes a lot
to get rid of the shit and keep on keeping on
and it will sing you a silly song
about nothing special
special stuff is sad
it will make you dance
in front of your bathroom mirror
with your toothbrush
and your funny hair
in his last book he said i will never die
i let my thoughts go and boy if you try
you can catch them and use them for your everyday live
you will learn how to smoke and how to steal someones wife
at the day of their wedding so please don't think twice
these words in his last book they're not ment to be nice
cause he's older not wiser and he gives a damn
he hates healthy food and his assistant named sam
is a young man with high hopes and a sweet virgin heart
he has to answer the phonecalls and lie at his part
and his soul's getting darker you know since day one
and he starts wearing black clothes and stays away from the sun
and you
you may think how can art be so cruel
and you
you should change the water in your pool
cause it's not blue anymore it's not blue anymore
and it smells
it's not blue anymore it's not blue anymore
and it smells
in his last book he said he lost all his friends
in june ninetysomething the day history ends
but the sun was still shining and the grass was still green
but the rooms where all emptied and the spaces between
him and what's up dude how are you doing today
for each easy smile there are prices to pay
for each happy moment for each golden light
cause something is dying for all times deep inside
but he's dancing yeah he's dancing see him vanishing there
still smoking this cigarette still breathing this air
and i love him yes i love him i could kill for the way
he's kind of bowing his head when there's nothing to say
and you
you may think how can art be so cruel
and you
you should change the water in your pool
cause it's not blue anymore it's not blue anymore
and it smells
it's not blue anymore it's not blue anymore
and it smells
all the jokes i made
will build up a house of laughter
don't wanna live there ever after
i found myself a small place
next to another small place
i like my neighbours
cause they are funny in a modest way
i like the view from my window
cause it looks like
there's now reason to stay
so it's time for humming anyway
hmmmhm
all the poeple i met
built up landscapes out of their own reality
if you crush into them oh lord
i am not germany
and you you're still here next to me
but i'm prepared to miss you
i'm prepared to miss you eternally
and oh where's the heart of this song
where does this story belong
let's talk it out later my dear
sincerly no fear
i'm living so close to the supermarket
when i open my eyes i can see what they've got
it's all very nice and it's alway too much
to eat and to drink and to touch
the light shines so bright in the supermarket
when you look through the shelfs you might find a gap
you can see poeples faces framed by red juices
so when will you know where the truth is
most products must travel before you can buy them
they come a long way before you deny them
i love you so much is a strange thing to tell
and i think it should be harder to spell
elevator music i know i shouldn't care
i have to walk i have to walk to get somewhere
the staircase looks like nothing
like something inbetween
my first and my second dream
i'm living so close to the supermarket
i'm changing my looks everyday to make sure
there is no consistence for the camera lenses
but there are more than fifty ways of defences
most products must travel before you can buy them
they come a long way before you deny them
i love you so much is a strange thing to tell
and i think it should be harder to spell
when the beatles went to india
to do some meditation
goerge was into it before
and john had lots of questions
paul said well let's see what happens
he looked his best those days
ringo brought his camera
and he said i won't stay long
when the beatles went to india
with their white dresses on
when the beatles went to india
to meet the maharishi
donovan was also there
and so was mia farrow
they where all afraid of losing it
because of fame and money
cause if poeple consider you as gods
you should do something honey
and the maharishi laughed a lot
cause things are so ambigious
and the beatles wrote a lot of songs
for there next album
there are a lot more storys left to tell
like the one you might know about prudence
or how donovan showed john some picking-styles
or the funny one about ringo
later on they all went back home
and later on paul said it's all over
and john said the ashram is all crap
and i believe in yoko and me
but i still remember that picture
where they all sat together
like leaves on a family tree
like leaves on a family tree
this roof is higher than the highest tree
i'm watching people dogs and cars moving around
if you meet someone by accident
you should make a more astonished sound
things are things that's why we love them so
they never catch us by surprise
but when they're older they look human too
and when they're broken
they look nice
a friend of mine just thinks he's a pedestrian
he needs no girl he needs no car he needs no luck
he's got an iron face and all you wanna do
is jump right on his back or give him hugs
me i would prefer to live in twilight zone
everything's a little vague and you don't know
should i give my heart to all these strangers here
or should i buy some shady drinks and take it slow
this roof is higher than the highest tree
at least we found a place under the sun
it's just for hours then you have to leave
but baby you are not the only one
clouds are moving just as fast as aeroplanes
it's easy to go somewhere in the end
meanwhile in another space
someone wants to be your new best friend
neil young on an aeroplane
writes about things that will remain
writes about rivers light and dust
the human heart and in whom we trust
the stewardesses are afraid
of breaking into the world he made
up for everyone around
who wants to get lost in this wall of sound
does this guitar feels like me
a e c d
don't look back
cause you might feel the pain
neil young on an aeroplane
are you expecting grass under his shoes
the silence grows inside the house of blues
how can you sleep so high above
the ones you love
this story was told from far away
i wasn't on this plane that day
i wasn't on a plane at all
walking through the park
to the shopping mall
gonna buy some onions cheese and beer
and collect my thoughts before they disappear
man i'm wearing blue jeans too
just like you
just like you
just like you
in those early autumn days
me and my little robot friend
we were talking about endings
and how the seasons came and went
see us walking through the alleys
as always he's a bit behind
i like the click-clack of his metal feet
he's the last one of his kind
he was made to bring efficience
into the old bureaucracy
me i was made for you can guess what
watching sequels on tv
he says he likes october sundowns
cause they let his body shine
for a machine he's quite romantic
thats why he is a friend of mine
he always asks me about feelings
how do they start how do they grow
he likes to think there's something
deep inside of him
something he would like to show
but i don't know
when leaves are falling he starts dancing
he's dancing with the falling leaves
call him a king of imitation
call him a master of all thieves
one day i told him that i miss you
so badly almost every day
he stood there quiet only zeros
where coming up on his display
i want to take the next train to oslo
to have a great time with some people i don't know
to walk down some streets surrounded by nature
to ease my poor feet in the sea
i can bring my guitar and sing a couple of songs
it's the story of my heart and where it belongs
it's the story of my mind and what it's up to
confusion baby here i came
and i want to get lost in this city
cause it starts with an o and let us down slow
so there might be surprises
and there might be circles
that guides us back wherever we go
i want to take the next train to oslo
although it is more expensive than tokyo
maybe i won't eat and maybe i won't drink
and maybe i won't even think
cause thinking could lead me to go to the market
and to buy an old poster of morten harket
and i will send it to you and you will think it's not funny
and i guess you will be damn right
but you once throw an empty glass
into the water next to bar 25
that was in berlin sommer 2007
and now it is already sung
but i want to get lost in this city...
i was looking out
of the window while
you where talking
your talk
birds and bees did it while
you where talking
but you can't teach me
no
i've lost my memory
memory memory
oh
there was dust on the table and
i wrote fuck you but
it was'nt meant
in a bad way no
i've lost my memory
memory memory
oh
and in the blue sky
there was a silverplane
moving slowly
out of the picture
and in the blue sky
there was a silverplane
moving slowly
out of the picture
oh no
i've lost my memory
memory memory
oh no
you can't teach me
you can't teach me