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Violeta Violeta. Vol. I |
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When you broke all the rules that can be broken
And you have licked your wounds
And it is neither your remorse nor your passion that reigns
Who are you left with then
Let it be
When a season has ended
When my carton is empty
Philemon Arthur & The Dung
You and me in a song
Try to bury your secrets
All that you don't want anybody else to know
And it will take years before what you sow can grow
Try to hang on for me
You know that all you can dream can happen
Just like everything that is beautiful can burn
And while nothing happens, you can do nothing
You just have to let it be
Ding dong
Who is knocking now? Is it you?
Come in and get yourself some
coffee
You must make sure that there is fire in the oven before you feel safe
With an angel on your shoulder and a devil on your back
Run through the forest and through a cemetery gate
You can catch a train, but you must run fast
You, who could shine as bright as a diamond
But you wanted to be burnt coal
Look at you now
With one foot in the grave, and then you disappear, go go go
Ah, I know you so well
You could have become a diamond, but instead you are coal
Now go
Have you let people tell you about a fistful of sins
About him who strangled by hand and had words in his mouth
Wherever he stood, he stood on holy ground
Nobody can escape from his well
It's too late when the bells start ringing
Keep the engine running and leave fast
Don't stop to row, you must row your boat
Until the hands are bleeding and your wounds are pulsating
Skip winter and go straight to spring
And those who didn't hide must bear it
It goes as it goes, what happens, happens
If you are stuffed and exhibited as one of his trophies
I attended an academy for seven years
Intellectual lobotomy
Everything I know fits on a paper
Days come, and then they disappear
Then the nights, but nobody remembers them
How in hell do you know what you should become
Even if you are naturally born
it doesn't mean that you get a natural death
Oh, now it is almost winter
Which is just as beautiful as summer
Snow falls like feathers where it lies all white
And waits for the spring to be colorful
And think of him who doesn't need to think about
Everything that happens, up against everything that cannot happen
But he must be dead
Tell me what creativity stems from
Dreams that become reality
If you can imagine it, is it reality, Kenneth?
Why regard the unknown as a banality
If a dream is simply freedom
Just as simple as a tone on the trumpet
And, assuming that I can read your palm
Or the stars, alternatively
What will you say if we meet again in the next life?
Then you will probably say
Hey hey hey. Are you going this way?
Hey hey hey. Hell yeah I'm going this way!
There is an eccentric woman in an old house
At the end of a gravel road
She cannot get well, not even with medicine
And her dress smells of gasoline
She is possessed, not insane
She's stunningly beautiful
Has only one daughter
This is me, and she is mine
Eh, okay. How can I say that, without being insulting
Your beautiful dress smells of gasoline
Dress and red wine, I don't mind
Sulfur and gasoline, on the other hand
One - I don't know where she is now
Two - you don't know where I am either
Three - we are seven years older now
And four - it would never be like it used to be
Five - it's not certain we would have recognized each other now
Six - we'd have to brush off the dust and
Seven - get to know each other again
Eight - drink wine
And nine - would need to give ourselves
Time
My beautiful dress smells of gasoline
I sit down and pump to get the right sound
One for the organ and one for me
I have pulled the cord of my telephone
No one can ring in now, no one can ring out
And if I'm in doubt, I toss heads or tails
I've never gotten an answer from my Jesus icon
I would like to have just him and me in one room
The thought gets twice as big if we'd be two
And one thing is if he'd feel sorry for me
On the contrary I should have asked him if he feels sorry for himself
I sit down and pump to get the right sound
The day is too short and the night is too long
So I pour Absolut in two crystal glasses
One for the organ and one for me
And I can't roll up my dress, that would be another song
Because one: I don't have a shirt. And two: I'm not a man.
So I pour Absolut in two crystal glasses
One for the organ and one for me
Black is major and white is minor
And when I want to get up, I take half a cup of black
I pour, and about this much is enough
And then I dream myself away like in an ecstatic shock
We should have packed a suitcase and traveled and looked around
Oh, I wish we could have done it like that
Let go of everything we have in our hands and just left, sort of
So we could have learned to turn water into wine and stuff
And after five glasses I let out the demons
And after five more I shoot holes in the ceiling and turn into a bride
Will you keep me forever, in good times and in bad
In nomini Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti
So I shoot through the sky with you in tow
One for the organ and one for me
Jump over the fence where the weather vane was
Go into the middle of the field, where nothing grows
Dig up my dreams, the one who finds some can keep them
Keep them in your head, or throw them in a fire
Leave until winter, and come back out in spring
Put down your cards, the winner is decided
Now you see that it can go like that
Like rings in the water you are growing
Like a tumor in your heart you get worse
Major questions like who have you been, who will you be
I don't give you anything but my time
What will you say when you stand in front of Our Lord?
Now it's your turn, unfortunately
Some dreams, you can just see right through
Some have already happened
Some are so ugly that you don't want to know them
They are already burnt
Some dreams must ripen a bit. Let them ripen a little bit
And the best ones you should freeze in a bucket of ice
Then wait until spring
Dreams grow like flowers
Then take out the bucket with dreams in which you put ice
Then it will become clear what is going to happen
With everyone around you and even with you
And could you have saved yourself a season of pain
if you knew you had a tumor in your heart
You and me are the same, like two drops of water
At least if you dare ask him
I often put on a record
that you sang for me
Until I fell asleep in your lap
Before, I saw nothing and what I saw disappeared
But now I see everything that you see
And I have your ring on my finger, and on the ring it clearly says
That you're my heartbreaker
I wonder if you are out there now
If I send my thoughts
Do you notice?
Send me a hint and you will receive
Even though he doesn't tell much and there are few memories
There are things he can never take from me
Like when we ran across the plantation
I hid in the straw
You counted to a hundred, and I know that you peeked
I wonder if you are out there now
If I send my thoughts
Do you notice?
Send me a hint and you will receive
I water my plants and tend to what I sow
The seconds are ticking, minutes pass
And days go by and years go by
And those who live will see
Maybe you aren't there anymore
Maybe there is hope
Maybe you don't think about me at all
But I await the day that we're out for a walk
And you lean down and I get up on tiptoes
I am larger than life
And life is larger than you
And your miniature fantasies
And you, who think that I am the problem
You will never fully and completely understand
What stirs both me and your daughter
From the outside, she is stunningly beautiful
But what is spinning around in her head
What is spinning around in her head
You cannot give me what is spinning around in my head
Psycho in my head
You think it's your turn
But you know that I'm more than you can bear
Leave and try to live in hiding
Then I will fill a bucket with tears every year
And then on a very beautiful day, buddy
I think I'll wear the wedding dress that day
I'll stand right behind you and breathe down your neck, bang bang
Just think about what is spinning around in my head
What is spinning around in my head
You cannot give me what is spinning around in my head
Psycho in my head
You think there is a cure
Against what is spinning around in my head
A totally impenetrable wall
You could ask for help from above
Give me an honest answer
Do you think we two have been good at some point in time
You cannot give me what I already have
But what is spinning around in my head
What is spinning around in my head
You cannot give me what is spinning around in my head
Psycho in my head
Night after night I'm looking for answers
Night after night I'm pumping like obsessed
You know that I'm psycho under my hat
But what is spinning around in my head
What is spinning around in my head
You cannot give me what is spinning around in my head
Psycho in my head
Let it just be said
Only one time
Before we say good-bye
And you leave
And I disappear
And all we have
In common from then on
Are memories
You were like me when you were little
Nothing can change that
Then things started to happen with all this mess
You changed when we left
And a breeze turned into strong wind
And the blue sky turned black
I took you all around the world in a boat
You were so cute in Singapore port
You lay asleep
And back then, I did not think much about it
I knew it, but dared not say it
You weren't yourself when you smiled
It was your mother that I saw
You couldn't see it
You turn blood to ice
Just before you come, there is a breeze
It's almost like I don't dare turn around
When you whistle at me
Children's laughter is supposed to be romantically beautiful
Only black cats sneak up to you
There are no more rabbits in your mother's top hats
It's difficult to wipe the smile off a Satan
I tried wiping off your smile while you were sleeping
It won't come off, even if I ask
You weren't yourself when you smiled
It was your mother that I saw
He only wanted to take out the trash
And his wife, Beatrice, filled buckets with tears
One per year since he disappeared
And the neighbors are suspicious
And the voice in the head tempting
In seven years he made it too far
And people that walk by the window wave frantically
As if they can't say goodbye soon enough
And just like when Cecilia lied
Every dream will go up in smoke
Oh, Beatrice, all you need is a spark
Seven buckets of tears is enough Beatrice
With confetti in the hair and reeking of Jack Daniels
Band-aid on the wound, and a thank you for the past
Seven buckets of tears is enough Beatrice
Shoot through the skies in a flash
Seven buckets of tears is enough Beatrice
No, these are other times now than when Houdini disappeared
You will not make people look the other way
Call it an illusion and say, Tada!
But there is a time for everything
And tonight you'll be paid back for a seven-year advance
And you may very well look another way
Call it a blast and say, Nana!
And the pigeons on the roof, they have never been so quiet
Will they be as quiet when the night is over
And when the rain applauds on the roof tiles
And the band plays in minor key in the back streets
Oh, Beatrice, then new times are coming