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«Slamming the door»
overture
three young ladies (fischer)
doomsday
a woman's gift (fischer)
man in the horn (fischer)
black mail box
slamming the door (fischer)
don't stay away
kiss the pope
guess my sign
(if you ever say) goodbye (fischer/etter)

- KISS
THE POPE
-
- I have an inner
vision
- it roots deep in my
heart
- a fragile
apparition
- almost a work of
art
-
- A live without
confusion
- no pressure, pills or
pain
- a dolby sound
solution
- a wide and easy
lane
-
- A heavenly
evasion
- from everything that
hurts
- a piece without
temptation
- of money, drugs or
skirts
-
- A blanket for the
weary
- a joystick for the
lame
- and no Timothy Leary
- to soil or spoil the
game
-
- The world is such a
letdown
- no space to move or
breathe
- gee, if I only knew
how
- I'd pack my things and
leave
-
- I pray for lonely
meadows
- for sun and cloudless
skies
- for soft and fluffy
pillows
- for big and hairy
guys
-
- My only hope now is the
pope
- here's something that he
said
- "girl, if you live for sex
and dope
- you might as well be
dead"
-
- My pope, I beg for
mercy
- you give me what I
miss
- and I'll hide in a
jersey
- my courage and my
tits
-
- I'm aching for
redemption
- from falseness, greed and
crime
- I'm longing for a
mansion
- that is forever
mine
-
- A willow in a
garden
- an angel in a
shell
- who will be on his guard
and
- keep of smells from
hell
-
- Oh, how long can I
stand
- to live in chains and not be
me?
- oh, how long do I have to
wait
- until I will be
free?
-
- As days and days are
passing
- as years and years go
by
- my wish is everlasting
- I wonder why and
cry
-

-
- GUESS MY
SIGN
-
- Yes, I will be
thine
- if you guess my
sign
- I will stay all
night
- if you get it
right
-
- Am I
aries
- or
sagittarius?
- do I feed on
flies
- or am I catching
mice?
-
- But don't, don't hesitate,
don't panic, don't be shy
- boy, don't let me wait, I'll
send you up to the sky
-
- Do I go for
red
- or will I shoot you
dead?
- am I a lion
king
- or just a horny
thing?
-
- Am I torn in
two?
- some sort of
kangaroo?
- do I sting and
bite
- or do I travel
light?
-
- But don't, don't hesitate,
don't panic, don't be shy
- boy, don't let me wait, I'll
send you up to the sky
-
- Do I look
forlorn
- like a
capricorn?
- am I flying
high?
- soaking wet or
dry?
-
- It's all in the stars,
it's so easy
- it's written above and no
tricks will get you out
- tonight the full moon
looks so greasy
- tonight I will turn your
head around &endash; that's what I'll
do
-
- Yes I will be
thine
- if you guess my
sign
- I will stay all
night
- if you get it
right
-
- Was I born in
May?
- are you gonna
stay?
- do I have two heads
- to be lost in
bed?
-
- But don't, don't hesitate,
don't panic, don't be shy
- boy, don't let me wait, I'll
send you up to the sky
-
- I feel like a
dog
- barking at your
log
- if you guess I'm
virgin
- we can start the
searching
-
- It's all in the stars
-
-

-
- (IF YOU
EVER SAY) GOODBYE
-
- If you ever say
goodbye
- maybe I'll throw my heart in
the gutter
- and then put up every
shutter
-
- If you ever say
goodbye
- maybe I'll open up the window
- just to feel a different
breeze blow
- if you ever say
goodbye
-
-
- If you ever try to
stay
- maybe I'll softly lock the
door
- and hold you in my arms for
evermore
-
- If you ever try to
stay
- maybe I'll kick you out and
cry
- knowing that it's time to
say
- goodbye
-
-
- Goodbye &endash; I can hear
the echoes
- goodbye &endash;
reverberating
-

-
- DOOMSDAY
-
- You call it
superstition
- an error of my
mind
- a fault inside my
system
- a virus of some
kind
-
- It's true that I'm
uncertain
- not sure of what it
is
- a fact, maybe a
fiction
- a curse, maybe a
bliss
-
- But I saw two white
eagles
- two deer, two
buffaloes
- two whales as white as
ivory
- and my suspicion
grows
-
- The Hopi said a higher
brother
- would come down on
us
- we'd better run for
cover
- or else we'd turn to
dust
-
- I know it may sound vague to
you
- but what if he is
right?
- what if the man's a
prophet
- and days will turn to
night?
-
- The trees will leave the
mountains
- the fish will drink the
sea
- the beasts will turn against
us
- the world will cease to
be
-
- You call it petty
thinking
- for these are modern
times
- so what if we are
sinking
- still lower than our
crimes
-
- The Hopi was a
seer
- and what he saw was
gloom
- the moon might go up any
day
- upon the night of
doom
- 4
A.M.
-

-
- DON'T
STAY AWAY
-
- Don't stay
away
- don't go
astray
- darling, do not hide from
me
- I need you, can't you
tell
-
- Life is too
short
- to break or
distort
- the waves and bonds between
two hearts
- that like each other
well
-
- Why should it have to
end?
- why did you leave, Babe,
where did you go?
- do you make love to another
girl
- or do you just want to be
free?
-
- Can't stay
awake
- oh, it's getting
late
- try to close my
eyes
- and leave behind the
day
-
- Just one more
drink
- before I finally
sink
- deep into the arms of
night
- pretending all is
well
-
- Don't stay
way
- don't go
astray
- don't keep me
awake
- I'd like to close my
eyes
- where did you go,
Babe?
- what did you
do?
- why all those
lies?
- oh, why do you stay
away?
-

-
- BLACK
MAIL BOX
-
- There's this saying I've
kept
- that whoever
reflects
- upon evil things he has
done
- is still caught in
vileness
- and he cannot cut
loose
- for his spirit will
coarsen
- and his heart, it will
rot
- and a sad mood will come upon
him
-
- For what would you do
-
- stir filth this way or
that
- and it will still and always
be filth
- So depart from all
evil
- and try to do
good
- and balance the wrong you
have done
-
- I know just that
much
- but I can't help but telling
you
- how I feel about
us
- &endash; me and
you
-
- Well, dearest
Antonia
- I wish I had never
- ever seen you
again
-
- When you called up and
said
- «I'm in Spain and I'm
lonely»
- I lost my head and left my
true love
- just to be back by your
side
-
- Seven long years we two had
been apart
- &endash; it should have been
a helluva lot longer
- you looked like an
angel
- deepfrozen in
time
- with your scary black hair
and your eyes like laser
- that burned me again to the
ground
- Walking with me by the sea
like we used to
- you told me about your new
life:
- you had cut all your
jewels
- in twelve foreign
lands
- and now you were here to get
married
- to some charming rich son of
a friend of your parents
- it was almost to good to be
true
-
- I guess you just wanted your
first lover's blessing
- but you didn't know I had
nothing to lose
- &endash; I had left all I had
far behind
-
- So we started again what had
long ago ended
- in a desperate attempt to
rewind our fate
- and when I woke up, a sweet
memory was soiled
- and the room, it was
empty
- just a note on the floor,
which said
- «Honey, I'm sorry, but
I'm off to the church -
- give my love to your
girlfriend at home.»
-
- But you know, dear
Antonia
- that I cannot go home
again
- some things are
broken
- and they will not be
mended
- For what would you do
-
- stir filth this way or that,
- and it will still and always
be filth
-
- So I rest in this
hotelroom
- still caught in
vileness
- and I cannot cut
loose
- and my spirit will
coarsen
- and my heart, it will
rot
- and a sad mood will come upon
me
-

-
- SLAMMING
THE DOOR
-
- I remember when I was
nineteen
- and I had my first
flat
- I thought I'd never have to
argue anymore
- 'bout minor things like this
and that
- I was glad to be away from
home
- where my family was
squabbling more and more
- it mostly ended up with my
mother crying
- and one of us kids slamming
the door
-
- Too many expectations and
not enough patience
- unspoken wishes and dirty
dishes
- no understanding yet
constant pretending
- and the endless fight
about who's wrong
-
- So I shared rooms with my
girlfriend
- and we got along just
fine
- but while she was surrounded
by admirers
- I was crossed in love all the
time
- of course these things made
me cry
- but only for simple
reasons
- and today I think I was lucky
then
- it was my most independent
season
-
- Too
many
-
- When I had my first
boyfriend
- everything was heaven to
me
- but as the years passed by
the situation
- reminded me of my
family's
- it's true that we nearly
never had sex
- yet we were squabbling more
and more
- it mostly ended up with one
of us crying
- and the other one slamming
the door
-
- Too many expectations and
not enough patience
- unspoken wishes and dirty
dishes
- no understanding yet
constant pretending
- and the endless fight
about who's wrong
- and who's
right
-

-
- THREE
YOUNG LADIES
-
- Three young ladies went to
see the world
- they went for love and
everything
- but all I've ever heard of
them
- was sad, sad
stories
-
- The first one she's getting
divorced now
- after three years of
marriage
- she's coming back from
downunder
- where she's buried the dreams
- that once in her heart did
slumber
-
- Her husband was a
farmer
- and about twice her
age
- she thought that his love was
true and dear
- until he put her into deep
fear
-
- Three young
ladies
-
- I guess the second still
lives in Greece
- but I can't really
tell
- 'cause as the years went
by
- to each letter I
sent
- there was less
reply
-
- She found a man, but she
misses her girlfriends
- 'cause she couldn't find none
over there
- so she sleeps a lot and she's
knitting socks
- pretending to be useful
somewhere
-
- Three young
ladies
-
- The third one she didn't
travel too far
- she's now got a husband and a
car
- but while every other wife
walks around like a duck
- she doesn't get pregnant no
matter how much they fuck
-
- Her life was exactly the way
she had it planned
- she married that musically
educated man
- at a quarter past two in a
yellow dress
- but without a child her
future's a mess
-
- Three young
ladies
-
- Now I wonder what fortune
brings to number four
- she'll be travelling east
very soon
- will she be the exception
'cause her lover's a girl?
- I wish them more than a nice
honeymoon
-
- Three young
ladies
-

-
- OVERTURE
-
- No more
burning
- no more
yearning
- no more crying in the
dark
- no
relations
- expectations
- guilt, remorse,
regrets
- no tricks,
manipulations
- and twisted
alphabets
- everything will be okay
- you got Betty
- I got
Clay
- we got over it
allright
- (even if it took all
night)
- - it's
over
-
- No more
licking
- no more
kicking
- no more shuffling in the
park
- no
negations
- negotiations
- promises or
threats
-
- no fear of dumb
quotations
- spiders, snakes or
rats
- finally life's a
holiday
- you are
gone
- but I will
stay
- peace to your tormented
soul
- (goodbye to all the rock 'n'
roll)
- - it's
over
-
- It's hard to leave someone
like you
- like stepping off the
stage
- there's no more
flashes
- only
ashes
- bitterness and
rage
- I'm glad it's done
with
- glad it's
finished
- sad you're
gone
- - and so relieved it's
over
-

-
- MAN IN THE
HORN
-
- April-snow fell down this
morning
- after bright days of
spring
- the meadowlands look pure and
bright
- like your brandnew wedding
ring
- you say you really love
him
- but your voice is
trembling
-
- The speaker says your train
will be late
- I think I hear him
grin
- You're getting nervous and
unkind
- you look so pale and
thin
- I ask you to stay
overnight
- Though you're not
listening
-
- But you can't help it,
when the weather changes
- and the trains don't
roll
-
- We're sitting here,
waiting for that train
- I guess it's imminent that
you become insane
- yes, and the man in the
horn
- he keeps telling us his
lies
- yes, and the man in the
horn
- he keeps telling us his
lies
-
-
- April-snow fell down this
morning
- after bright days of
spring
- the meadowlands seemed pure
and bright
- like the song we used to
sing
- I can't recall the
tune
- and you lost the words that
cling
-
- But you can't help it

A WOMAN'S
GIFT
- Christmas may come and
birthdays may too
- 'cause the gift that I've
found is the ideal clue
- to frighten off all those
moments when women feel blue
-
- It ain't no silky
underwear
- no perfume, no
teddybear
- it's a better buddy than
diamonds ever can be
- or any other
jewellery
-
- Sure it ain't no washing
machine
- nor any other invention to
keep the household clean
- not the address of a
marriage-agency
- and no group-dynamic holidays
in Italy
-
- It's no subscription for the
Vogue-magazine
- no punching-ball to vent
one's spleen
- no brandnew
widescreen-colour-TV
- and no painting
therapy
-
- What I'm really talking
about
- is a thing nobody's talking
about loud
- 'cause it's a very sexy
toy
- a really personal stick of
joy
-
- Christmas may come and
birthdays may too
- 'cause the gift that I've
found is the ideal clue
- to frighten off all those
moments when women feel blue
-
- It can be white, it can be
brown
- but it will never let you
down
- 'cause it's never floppy
except maybe
- if you forget to replace the
battery
-
- It's not too big and not too
small
- you can use it winter,
spring, summer and fall
- it's never too fast with the
ejaculation
- and it won't pass on any
viral complication
-
- So girlfriend, sister, aunt
and mother
- roommate, neighbour or queer
brother
- if you really wanna have fun
on your own
- use my gift and stop to
moan
-
- Christmas may come and
birthdays may too
- 'cause the gift that I've
found is the ideal clue
- to frighten off all those
moments when women feel blue
- Lyrics geschrieben
von Jan
Krohn
