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Switch off the lights, and close your eyes.
Feel the energy inside.
Chillibow, chillibow, chillibow.
Fire!!!
Fire!!!
Allright! Sharp in the mix. Get the pressure!
You've had the time to rest, which is coming to an end and we start again.
Back to the family, a guaranteed emergency, the radical MC HP's got the melody.
Back to the family, a guaranteed emergency, the radical MC HP's got the melody.
Back to the family, a guaranteed emergency, the radical MC HP's got the melody.
Back to the family, a guaranteed emergency, the radical MC HP's got the melody.
One, two, three ...
Fire!!!
Sharp in the mix. Do all kind of tricks!
Up to the pressure, feeling the kicks.
You love the sound, we need you to go.
Up and down, chillibow, chillibow.
Back to the family, a guaranteed emergency, the radical MC HP's got the melody.
Back to the family, a guaranteed emergency, the radical MC HP's got the melody.
Back to the family, a guaranteed emergency, the radical MC HP's got the melody.
Back to the family, a guaranteed emergency, the radical MC HP's got the melody.
One, two, three ...
Fire!!!
Back to the family, a guaranteed emergency, the radical MC HP's got the melody.
Back to the family, a guaranteed emergency, the radical MC HP's got the melody.
Back to the family, a guaranteed emergency, the radical MC HP's got the melody.
Back to the family, a guaranteed emergency, the radical MC HP's got the melody.
Back to the family, a guaranteed emergency, the radical MC HP's got the melody.
Back to the family, a guaranteed emergency, the radical MC HP's got the melody.
Back to the family, back to the family,
back to the, back to the, back to the, back to the,
back, back, back, back, back, back, back, back ...
Fire!!!
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Siegmund Jähn, Herbert Roth, Walter Ulbricht alle tot
Olaf Ludwig, Täve Schur, Maxi Gnaug wer war das nur
Schienbeinschützer, Maggieflasche, Anorak und Aktentasche
Bunapelzer, Wasserhahn, Agrarflugzeuge runterschlahn
Sturmbahn, Verlängerungsschnur, Sterbestock und CK- Pur
Handgranate, Wickelschlacke, Rumburak mit Wattejacke
Gasherd, ABV, Flaschenzug und Doppelmau
Benzinkanister, Stufenbarren, mit Vollgas ins Geschäft neinfahrn
Firlefanz, Muschipaul, Müllcontainer, Stürmerfoul
Trockenschleuder, Körperklaus, alle aus`n Fenster raus
Vorschlaghammer, Kachelofen, Fliesenkleber, Flitzebogen
Sangerhausen, Anbauwand, Chantree am Geschmack erkannt
Ulan Bator, Hackebeil, Trommelbremse, Abschleppseil
K-700, Spiegelschrank, Dieter Bürgy, Mutter krank
LPG, PGH, Russisch Brot Hahaha
Dederon, Klopapier, Wurst auf Brot das rat ich dir
Mischgemüse, Schraubenzieher, Straßengraben, SR- 4
Flaschenpfand, Schweisserpass, ne Runde Kiste is`a Fass
Fantomas, Hasselhoff, Stadtbad und Kalaschnikoff
Sandokan, Völkerball, Sergej Bubka springt ins All
Integralhelm, Gummibaum, Tekwando im Rusischraum
Hundeplatz, Kartoffelbrei, im Muskelshirt zum 1. Mai
Tagesdecke, Gartenschlauch, Auslegware, Günter Jauch
Heimatkunde, Titten tatschen, Freitag geht’s zum Trackerklatschen
Sackhaarbemme, Hinterrad, Forumschecks und Jackendraht
Soßenbinder, Samowar, 17 Jahr und grauer Star
Mon Cheri ,Geisterbahn, Hackeklotz und Tafelschwamm
Feengrotten ,Heimkehle, Hermannshöhle, Baumannshöhle
Is nich mein Tach heute. Kannste voll kaputtschlahn.
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The trouble with your brother, he's always sleeping with your mother
And I know that your sister missed her time again this month
Am I talking too fast or are you just playing dumb?
If you want I can write it down
It should matter to you but aren't you the one with your razzmatazz
and the nights on the town?
Oh-oh-oh Oh you knew it and you blew it didn't you babe?
I was lying when I asked you to stay now no-one's gonna care
If you don't call them when you said
And he's not coming round tonight to try and talk you into bed
And all those stupid little things they ain't working
No they aren't working at all oh
You started getting fatter three weeks after I left you
Now you're going with some kid looks like some bad comedian
Are you gonna go out, are you sitting at home eating boxes of Milk Tray?
Watch TV on your own, aren't you the one with your razzmatazz
and your nights on the town?
Oh-oh-oh And your father wants to help you doesn't he babe?
But your mother wants to put you away
Now no-one's gonna care if you don't call them when you said
And he's not coming round tonight to try and talk you into bed
And all those stupid little things they ain't working
Oh they aren't working at all
Oh well I saw you at the doctor's waiting for a test
You tried to look like some kind of heiress but your face is such a mess
And now you're going to a party and you're leaving on your own
Oh I'm sorry but didn't you say that things go better with a little bit of razzamatazz?
Na na nana na na na... and now no-one's gonna care if you don't call them when you said
And he's not coming round tonight to try and talk you into bed
Now it's half past ten in the evening and you wish that you were dead
'cos all those stupid little things
No they ain't working, oh they aren't working at all.
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Pulp- "My Lighthouse"
Come up to my lighthouse for I have something I wish to say
It can wait for a moment; well in fact it can wait all day
I just wanted to bring you up here so you could have the chance to see
the beauty of this situation that you could share with me
It may seem strange to talk of love and then lighthouses
It's not strange to me
Hey! All alone you and I in our high tower
That's the way to be
Some laugh at my lighthouse they say it's just an ivory tower
But I don't mind because I know their envy grows by the hour
See I have a purpose up here to guide the ships upon their way
All this is mine; it could be yours too what do you say?
It may seem strange to talk of love and then lighthouses
It's not strange to me
Hey! All alone you and I in our high tower
That's the way to be
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Melody day what have I done
Now our hearts are locked up tight again
And when I pray it's all begun
Then your smile it melts away again
Melody day where have you gone
And the hope I had is dying
And what we had has come undone
Then your smile it melts away again
Melody day what have I done
Now our hearts are locked up tight again
And when I pray it's all begun
Then your smile it melts away again
Tell them
Tell them I always knew why
So long
So I would like to say goodbye
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I took this walk to ease my mind
To find out what's gnawing at me
Wouldn't think to look at me,
that I've spent a lot of time in education
It all seems so long ago
I'm a thinker, not a talker
I've no-one to talk to, anyway
I can't see the road
for the rain in my eyes
I live above the grocers store,
owned by an Austrian
He often calls me down to eat
And he jokes about his broken English,
tries to be a friend to me
But for all my years of reading conversation,
I stand without a word to say
I can't see the bridge
for the rain in my eyes
And the world is full of life
Full of folk who don't know me
And they walk in twos or threes or more
While the light that shines above the grocer's store
Investigates my face so rudely
And my essays lying scattered on the floor
Fulfill their needs just by being there
And my hands shake, my head hurts,
my voice sticks inside my throat
I'm invisible and dumb,
And no-one will recall me
And I can't see the water
for the tears in my eyes
(aka ziggy sternenstaub)
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In the deepest ocean
The bottom of the sea
Your eyes
They turn me
Why should I stay here?
Why should I stay?
I'd be crazy not to follow
Follow where you lead
Your eyes
They turn me
Turn me on to phantoms
I follow to the edge of the earth
And fall off
Everybody leaves
If they get the chance
And this is my chance
I get eaten by the worms
Weird fishes
Picked over by the worms
Weird fishes
Weird fishes
Weird fishes
I'll hit the bottom
Hit the bottom and escape
Escape
I'll hit the bottom
Hit the bottom and escape
Escape
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Late Night, Maudlin Street
The last night on Maudlin Street
goodbye house goodbye stairs
I was born here
I was raised here,
and ...I took some stick here
love at first sight may sound trite
but it's true, you know
I could list the details
of everything you ever wore or said,
or how you stood that day
and as we spend the last night on Maudlin Street,
I say "goodbye house-forever!"
I never stole a happy hour around here
Where the world's ugliest boy became
what you see here I am - the ugliest man
Its the last night on Maudlin Street
and truly I do love you oh, truly I do love you
When I sleep with that picture of you framed beside my bed
oh, it's childish and it's silly
but I think it's you in my room by the bed (...yes, I told you it was silly...) and I know I took strange pills
but I never meant to hurt you
oh truly I love you
I came home late one night
everyone had gone to bed
nobody stays up for you
when you have sixteen stitches all around your head
the last buss I missed to Maudlin Street
so, he drove me home in the Van complaining:
"Women only like me for my mind..."
don't leave your torch behind power-cuts
ahead as we crept through the park
but no I cannot steal a pair of jeans off a clothesline for you
but you...without clothes
oh I could not keep a straight face me - without clothes?
well a nation turns its back and gags...
I'm packed
I am moving house
a half-life disappears today
every slag waves me on (secretly wishing me gone well, I will be soon oh - I will be soon)
There were bad times on Maudlin Street
when they took you away in a police car
dear Inspector - don't you know? d
on't you care? don't you know - about Love?
Your gran died and your mother died
on Maudlin Street in pain and ashamed
with never time to say those special things
I took the keys from Maudlin Street
well, it's only bricks and mortar! and...
truly I do love you
wherever you are
wherever you are
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I know a girl she walks the asphalt world
She comes to me and I supply her with ecstasy
Sometimes we ride in a taxi to the ends of the city
Like big stars in the back seat like skeletons ever so pretty
I know a girl she walks the asphalt world
But where does she go?
And what does she do?
And how does she feel when shes next to you?
And who does she love in time-honored fur?
Is it me or her?
I know a girl she walks the asphalt world
Shes got a friend, they share mascara I pretend
Sometimes they fly from the covers to the winter of the river
For these silent stars of the cinema
Its in the blood stream, its in the liver
I know a girl, she walks the asphalt felt world
But where does she go?
And what does she do?
And how does she feel when shes next to you?
And who does she love in time-honored fur?
Is it me or her?
With ice in her blood
And a dove in her head
Well how does she feel when shes in your bed?
When youre there in her arms
And there in her legs
Well Ill be in her head
Cuz thats where I go
And thats what I do
And thats how it feels when the sex turns cruel
Yes both of us need her, this is the asphalt world
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Disteln pieken feste
und oft auch noch gemein.
Dicke Pickel hingegen
haben oft noch Folgen
über die Pubertät hinaus.
Oft wird man auch in den 30ern noch
als Aknebär oder so verspottet.
Das ist peinlich.
Nur Schweinebraten auf's Gesicht
hat mir wirklich nachhaltig geholfen.
Seitdem ist mein Leben wieder sinnvoll und lebenswert.
Mein Selbstvertrauen wurde bestärkt
und ich bin wieder Hahn im Korb
bei den schönsten und interessantesten Mädchen. Toll.
Als echter aknefreier Superaufreißer
mit Spezialisierung auf Teenies
bin ich Schweinebraten auf's Gesicht wirklich zu Dank verpflichtet.
Chor: "Schweinebraten auf's Gesicht" (repeat)
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Titel: In Petersburg ist Pferdemarkt
Interpret: Hirsche Nicht Aufs Sofa
Album: Ach, dieser Bart! (KK Records 1988)
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(sorry)