Als besondere Überraschung gäb’s heute:
alle (!) Liedtexte vom Barbarian beach club, nämlich
Anti summer hit: We grew some swimming fins – between our fingers some extra skin. Now it falls from us like leaves. Leaves us naked like late autumn trees. The tan on our skin just fades away so we start working on a new one maybe later around next May. Pack up for that summer. I won’t stay a nother day. From now on it’s heavy raining _till later around next May. Shake off that old fever, scratch the itching to the beat. Moskitos close to the head urge to feast before they’re dead. With summer’s sails on fire this ship won’t go out today. In fact it won’t ever leave being left here to stay
200 slugs: a day – it’s a garden invasion. She is counting when she cuts them slugs in half. 200 slugs kill what tries to grow in the dark and when the sun goes down she cuts them slugs into the ground. 200 slugs in half wait ‚til the morning. Slugs are cannibals and hedgehogs feed on them, too. a
7th: Hai, guess who came in with the tide. Long time no sea… sea as in “the sea”. You thought I was your private pirate. Well, I used to be… don’t you remember forgetting ´bout me? And all we are is a seventh of it all and we move at the speed of a seventh which is slow. Our loose relationship now is lost, it sunk in the seventh storm some time ago. Say, where have you been? In the meantime you weren’t seen since we burnt the circus down, sold the elephant and ate the clown. Though we didn’t make much money and the clown tasted kind of funny after all those years now you’re back, now you are here.
Tomb of Marley: I and I wouldn`t loot the tomb of Marley just to steal Bob`s Les Paul, taking it from his hand playing in a band creeping over land. Coming from the water searching for the beach sometimes it ain`t easy to realize it’s always within reach. Let this be the clothes I`m wearing when I’m walking with the dead.When we meet again you can tell it`s me by the shirt from Hawaii and the Bandana on my head.
Barbarian Beach Club Clock: Meet me at this beach when neon lights light up the night. We’re gonna party with them Chinese those who also don’t like the light of sunlight. We swim way further out where not the tallest of them can stand. I won’t miss what I can’t remember but treasure what I still can. When you shine you feel at least ten degrees too hot andI’d like to stop the time on the Barbarian Beach Club clock. When you shine you feel at least ten degrees too hot inside and all I wanna do is stop time for you. I heard that rumors about you. I heard them calling you names but as long as you don’t hurt me you’re a friend not some kind of game.
Chicken wings: It must be love when you learned to live with the others lies. Chicken wings are great on BBQ. There’s enough iron in my blood to make me a nail. I’m gonna drive it into this wall, yeah I swear I will.. On it I hang a picture of a wooly pig from outer space. It wishes an alien Happy New Year but it shure can’t tell the right date. It must be love when you learned to live with the others lies. Chicken wings are great on BBQ but they suck on flying high. When this planet breaks apart let’s shag untill we die. At least we can say we tried even without a reason why. So you say you know the fire and when you got burnt did you see the smoke coming? Aha, I see you learned.
Rodent Nagging Fog: What is wrong about a kiss he asked. Would it endanger your foundation? She knew her love was strong enough to not fall into temptation. Beware the rodent nagging fog! It will split the hair in your nose. You better keep that window shut! Picture yourself on a ship on the sea. and I’m the captain of your storm. You better bring down yours sails in time so I can’t do you any harm.
Never alike: Could you love me like I do or would you leave me? Make you feel blue. Will you love me to the very end and when I’m drowning? I will hold your hand. Never alike during the day, never alike all through the night, never alike and besides what I like.Could you hold me all through the night? Can you save me? I like to bite. Could you love me ’til the very end and when I’m dying? I will hold your hand.
Mas Fuerte: One on one. Mas fuerte on and on and on and on. My space allready is occupied. Right now I got you here by my side. Titans unleashed crawling up my spine… if that’s ok for you I know what to do. One on one, on and on and on and on fightingt the light on the side of the night ‘til the break of dawn. Shake skin and flesh off from your bones. It will grow back when you are all aone.
The Well: is asleep now. It rides a sleazy dream chosen from under the water, chosen of all the dreams held within. Fear when the well is dry, hungry and wide awake. Don`t go near, don`t breathe… everything ’s free to take.. The town can be so beautiful but the people are bad.. As long as dreams are chosen to expand the time of being the well will hold them all: the unknown and the unseen.
Gone by dawn: I better surrender before I end up alight. Like smoke ash follows fire, so don’t burn me alive. I’ll stay ‘till the break of day. I’ll be gone by dawn. I’ll stay till the break of day. I know I think too much about you, but free as thoughts I’m not. I know those chains which bind be and they rattle a lot.
Red tide Bossa: All the shadows of the evening dance from the fires to her face. Sparks rising high try to make it to the sky. Soon there’s gonna be a full moon and I’m not driking. I am drwoning and I won’t make it save back home. The tide inside her it is rising crushing my bones. I’m breeding on a new disease but I swear it won’t be affecting me.
Words to make him famous: Change of temper, change of tides – he got so tired since he knew he was right. Words to make him famous never spoken out loud, sealed deep inside him – never heard about. Words to make him famous, tearing him apart – words to make him famous feasting on what’s left of his heart- He repeats over and over and learns by heart . Words to make him famous but tearing him apart.Io el rey say: death is a master from Spain.
Bloodbath on the beach: somewhere in Mexico she said when she saw the Margarita spilt on the floor. I was going to pass out for a moment or two due to the enlightments I just had before. What I wanted then just didn’t come. When I had it coming it was coming down. When I woke up at night she was by my side but then at dawn she was gone gone gone. So now before I make a wish I think about what I miss to at least get what it takes.
Not angry anymore: Mist in the morning – work to be done. I better leave ny head grounded hidden away from the sun. That was then. Here comes the now and after it`s all over there might come anonther. I ‘m not angry anymore `cause it doesn`t help me and it doesn`t help the cause. I ‘m not angry anymore. Anger doesn`t change a thing. It leaves it how it was before. Simple is the rule, but hard to give in to and like my good ol`French friend said: Let people be wrong instead. So everytime I try to let anger just go by I fight the inner fire though the flames get higher and higher. First I suffocate the flames and then I wash away the inner pain. The ashes which I cough make me laugh.
Und zum Abschluß noch ein Schnappschuss von den Vorbereitungen zur gestrigen Vogelhochzeit. Die Mitgift, sozusagen. Das Auge iss ja mit beim Lesen…