· «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