the flashover

i saw her sipping on a cup of tea just the other day
and what she said made sense but also faded
a transparent shadow, never there and never even slightly gay
and not a train of thought was clearly operated

she looked away, in her head played a casual band
while her eyes at the stars, cassiopeia
between her fingers a john player special and
in her hand a cup of black chaia

she shook her fist at the sky but was too weak to be shaken
she got the gist of her lie but she was also mistaken
she found a tear in her mind and our stares stopped
while the idea of escape firstly flared up

then the flashover: hooray, a meltdown in six parts:
part one the arrogance, part two the broken hearts
part three there was a hopeful shimmer in her eyes
part four she took the parka off, her silent disguise

she walked across the room and stopped infront of us (five)
and without hesitation went for a rave up (six)
it needed just sign and then the room became alive
though we already gave up, she wasn’t hard to fix

i see her dancing to a melody on a night of may
and what she does amazes, never tends to stop
there are her cigarettes and dreams, a shout of joy goes through the mob
and then it seems as if she’s there
hooray

bathroom ants

the bacteria on the toilet just formed a hand
while me and my friends
formed a band
for the bathroom ants

Nuttendisko

Scheiße aus den Ohren meiner Tanzkameraden
einer wirft sich auf die Knie und singt
einen andern plagt ein beißender Krampf in den Waden,
der ihn schließlich aus der Ruhe bringt

eine graue Reise durch die nächtliche Stadt
wenn sich Menschen treffen und sich hemmungslos winden, so wie Aale in silbernen Flüssen
und jeder uns dafür bezahlt, was er uns zu geben hat
ist Nuttendisko bis wir gehen müssen

uns’re Bassline ist ‘ne Schädeldecke auf Asphalt
jeder kommt und schließt sich dieser Karavane an
„Zieh dir das Face rein!“ „Egal!“ wir machen niemals halt
und jeder lehnt sich zurück und wird zum Strahlemann

wie Karneval, nur dass man dafür Geld kriegt, zerfällt, nickt
und wir an keinen Dresscode gebunden sind
und einfach alle mitnehmen, wen auch immer die Welt fickt,
wie sehr sie auch von Fressnot geschunden sind

eine graue Reise in die Nacht ohne Ziel oder Geburt
wenn wir bezahlt werden, ohne dass wir Zehen küssen
ist nichts zu viel oder absurd
und Nuttendisko bis wir gehen müssen

the sky is a blaze

people wander through the streets at day’s end
they look down through the steam, oh
not because they’re emo
but ’cause of cracks in the pavement

and what crowns their appearences
all that’s left from yesterday
is the halos ’round their penises
while they spirit away

and i look up and the sky is a blaze tonight
scan the gathering crowds but yet
start to wonder if the face is right
that will forever be stuck in my head

in search of our cocoon
oh lonesome caterpillar
i have to find her soon
but no one seems familiar

and in my dreams an easy light
leads both drunkards and fishermen
but in this sleazy night
the crowd does drag me in again

it’s ever so hard to bear this
while the sky is blazing
to fight the world’s unfairness
to find the world amazing

„i’ll find you ‘fore my days end.
we’ll get there“ this is my line
„and melt down in amazement.
as we walk unto a vivid skyline.“

but no one’s ever talking
i try to find a guide to the place
but they just keep on walking
while the sky is a blaze