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[check]  ||  [was one]  ||  [space walk | sold my soul to mission control]  ||  [first day love]  ||  [moving]  ||  [estra-gone]  ||  [more life | for harrison ford]  ||  [headcrash]  ||  [head first]  ||  [cultural studies ii]  ||  [namedropping]  ||  [the nerves end at the fingertips]  ||  [a pact]  ||  [suture]  ||  [cultural studies i]  ||  [when you wish upon a starr]  ||  [catch me if you can]  ||  [the prosecutor's love song]  ||  [bitter]  ||  [green ideas]  ||  [in april may be soon]  ||  [king m.]  ||  [ein wenig | für inga]  ||  [against demons]  ||  [results] ||
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[check] || you took the drawer with the flatware | we have gathered all our lives | it took you the entire night | to sort my forks from your knives || you counted all the glasses | and wrote down which were mine: | "four small ones for table-water | three for coke and one for wine" || "i pay you for the fridge and curtains | and the carpet in the hallway | i also pay you for the mirror | i broke the other day" || you put down all we bought together: | and summed up which was mine: | "200 dollars for our bed | and for the table 29" || this is just to let you know | before we finally will part | that you will work for all your life | to pay for half my heart||...[back]
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[was one] || this is a gray day | if there ever was one | i'll never reach the | borders of my boredom || this is a bad dream | if there ever was one | it feels like i am bleeding | but i don't know what from || sometimes nothing stays the same my friend | when suddenly everything is violently different || this is a poor song | if there ever was one | my tongue is flowering | from biting on it too strong || i almost slipped on | a piece of sucked out lemon | this is a cracked heart | if there ever was one || sometimes nothing stays the same my friend | when suddenly everything is violently different||...[back]
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[space walk | sold my soul to mission control] || the lift off was spectacular | we were speeding at full pace | you & me on a space walk | the joy was written on your face || i've never seen the stars shine clearer | i've never seen the moon been nearer | we were floating free in zero gravity || on our way past jupiter, | past vega and the milky way | we were lined to each other's spacesuits | so we wouldn't go astray || now we're a million universes apart | and the black holes that i pass | can't keep up with your heart || i did not hear you cut the line | for in space there is no sound | but you suddenly were distant | when i clumsily turned 'round || with your heavy moon boots you kicked me | waved goodbye slowly and then sent me | on an endless space trip while you dock to the ship || i'm at the edges of a universe so vast | and i don't know how long the oxygen will last || if you see something in a night sky that is clear | that's just me burning in the outer atmosfear||...[back]
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[first day love] || i loved you from the first day | and that has not changed at all | though the years went on from springtime | to summer and to fall || we have won and we have lost friends | some have moved and some are dead | and the one thing i held on to | was the love we had || i loved you from the first day | and there hasn't changed much since | except that you've grown bitter | and told me to pack my things || i'm caught in my old feelings | you are caught in something new | i still feel like on the first day | except i'm here without you || the more i think about it | the more i think it's true | the only thing that has not changed | is my first day love for you||...[back]
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[moving] || i have packed | i'm leaving this place now | empty as it is now | that you have gone || i did not sleep, just waited | and anticipated | your coming home || and i guess my life will just go on | the way it did before | except that the fine line | between song and sign | will not blur | anymore || i have packed | all which reminds me of you | so that leaving here does not mean: | leaving you behind || if you come back and read this | finally | i hope that you will follow | and find me || because my life will just go on | the way it did before | except for these words | like drops from a tap | that will not close | anymore || except that the crack | in my heart | will not heal | anymore||...[back]
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[estra-gone] || you still haven't answered yet | you say "i" when you mean "we" | today i am the one you love | tomorrow i am me || thomas is a daddy now | his baby is a she | today i am the one who writes | tomorrow i am me || cedric is still wearing black | have i said this before? | have i said this before? || i don't know what else to write | there is no end to fear | today i am estra-gone | tomorrow vladimir | today i am missing you | tomorrow i am me||...[back]
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[more life || for harrison ford] || where i live | itís always raining | the storm outside | the storm inside || the memories | are fake and fading | they are yours | when iíve killed you || i just need more time to live | give me your life || i have dreamed | of electric sheep | and i knew it was your dream || i just need more time to live | give me your life||...[back]
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[headcrash] || sometimes i forget which text iím in | like i forget where i put the key or my guitar or what's your name | and i open one door after another | while in my back | the house is on fire | it smells like cinnamon | it smells like i am tired | with a chain of pain around my neck | iím trying to win | against the smoke that i breathe in | when i sing. || a black hole for a heart | a white star for a mind | i am exploding quietly | into the ruins of a life | that once was dear to me. || and the mess words leave me with | is nothing i could ever grasp | i fill my pillow with broken glass | so i donít have to dream | like gravityís rainbow | - in every color- shines the halo of sparks | from the short circuit | made by the liquid | that is dropping | from my face | ďevery death is an end in the race | itís a stopping and startingĒ | but it is not it is not | itís a stopping a stopping a stopping! || my heart became a bone | my mind left me alone | everything is at its place except for you | from the broken lines in space | i can tell that it's not just the sun | but your face that curves the room as well || mobile phones | mobile homes | with the doorknob in the hand | that is burning hot | my life is turning | into a literary hold up | signs under fire | and a pilgrimage caught in a feedback knot | and this answers the question | whether or not | there is a god||...[back]
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[head first] || please come along, and leave the highway | we could disperse onto thousand plateaus | so realize that you are many || weíre wandering and weíre gone | becoming but undone || skip any plan, empty your body | the only line of flight of mine is you || but you say "no" with such rooted conviction | you talk to me with a governmental accent || i canít stay | i become | all the way | headfirst into we | and if i | wonĎt come back | will you name | a star after me? || donít imitate, forget your mirror | weíll crash headfirst out of one | just make a map and not a copy || weíre wandering and weíre gone | becoming but undone || but you say "no" with such rooted conviction | you talk to me with a governmental accent || i canít stay | i become | all the way | headfirst into we | and if i | wonĎt come back | will you name | a star after me? || but you say "no" with such rooted conviction | you talk to me with a governmental accent || donít take the root, follow the canal || we canít stay | we become | all the way | headfirst into loss | and if we | wonít come back | will they name | a star after us? || weíll be gone | on the run | becoming but undone||...[back]
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[cultural studies ii] || what you see is what you get | what you see is what you never will | and never can forget || and i will pay you back | when iím famous | it wonít be long, it wonít be long || with a mind full of rage | and a pocket full of miracles | iím coming after you!! || your media shower pours down | but you will not find out | with neither gun nor camera | that the secret to all culture | is hidden in a hut | a small hut in montana || iím the post in postmodern | iím the bullet in your gun | iím the post in posthuman | youíve got ten seconds to run | with a mind full of rage | and a pocket full of miracles | iím coming after you || what you see is what you get | what you see is what you never will | and never can forget | and you canít resist the notion | that t.v. equals poetry | poetry in motion || iím the post in postmodern | iím the we in vcr||...[back]
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[namedropping] || when audrey hepburn died | i was drunk and slightly thrilled | feeling a strange sense of guilt | and where were you? || when gilles deleuze died | i knew iíd never reach them | the borders of my boredom | and where were you? || when thomas pynchon died | i was still asleep | dreaming of electric sheep | and where were you? || when leonard cohen died | i was shopping in some mall | feeling not a thing at all | and where were you? || and when our love had died | i was wandring where i was and sighed | when audrey hepburn | when gilles deleuze | when thomas pynchon | when leonard cohen died||...[back]
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[the nerves end at the fingertips] || all day long the day has been dying | all day long you said to me sighing: | "i canít scream as loud as youíre laughing | and youíre laughing | and i canít sing as loud as you love me | do you love me?" || the nerves end at the fingertips | i canít do more than kiss your lips | and itís the same old fear | we can be close but we will never || never be near || weíre bound by skin | weíre caught in flesh || all day long the day has been dying | all day long you sat there crying || the nerves end at your fingertips | the nerves end at your fingertips | and itís the same old fear | we can be close but we will never || never be near || weíre bound by skin | weíre caught in flesh||...[back]
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[a pact] || ink like blood - just blacker | can't tell me what went wrong | the only gift i have to offer | are teeth biting blooddeep | blooddeep into tongue || and i'm feeling like | a freakish monster child | of those who sang before me || with my back turned | to the mirror burnt | i'm trying hard not to be | what's behind me || when i need advice | when even cries | are not enough to outgrow | all you've done before me || language is what other people call a disease | language is what other people call a machine || deeper than the silence within me | is the silence from you | and you all knew before me: || language is what other people call a disease | language is what other people call a machine | and i'm feeling like | a mutant monster child | of those who sang before me: | language is what other people call a disease | language is what other people call a machine||...[back]
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[suture] || stimulating biopsy | endless simulation | that's what entropy | does to me || "from over here" she says | "it looks like you were laughing" || i don't know how to suture what i read and what i write | still i know that the future will be beautiful and bright || ideas without gravity | thoughts without a motion | that's the legacy | of monotony | big budweiser charity | is what you feel for me | still i long for my | lobotomy || i don't know how to suture what i read and what i write | still i know that the future will be beautiful and bright || "from over here" she says | "it looks like you were laughing | it looks like you were loving me" | while i switch channels | i ask her "did you say "me"? | or did you say "t.v."?" || i don't know how to suture what i read and what i write | still i know that the future will be beautiful and bright | i don't know how to suture what i read and what i write | still i know that the future will be beautiful and bright||...[back]
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[cultural studies i] || don't call me ishmael | i'm not left to tell a tale | i'm the undercover talkshow host || i'm the one to make you see | that what you get for free | is really worth the cost || and you can't beat this | you can't beat me | and you can't beat the feeling | i am here to swerve and to infect || i'm the one who takes you | from bart to o.j. simpson | from tom to paula jones | but don't forget i am your friend | first we take mcdonald's | and then disneyland || i'm the puppet of your son | i'm the dark spots in the sun | i will get your mind off shopping lists || i am the sole survivor | of the thing that you call art | i'm the number of your credit card || you can't believe me | you can't believe | that it's not butter | meanwhile i swerve and i infect || i'm the one who takes you | from walt whitman to walt disney | from mcdonald's to macveigh | but don't forget i am your friend | first we take grand central | then we take graceland || i'm the thing that crept out of | area fifty-one | i'll make paranoia fun! || i'm the one who takes you | from kasinsky to lewinsky | from tom to paula jones | but don't forget i am your friend | first we will take macy's | and then disneyland||...[back]
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[when you wish upon a starr] || he always used to push | the hair out of my face | and then, i think, he made a joke | he asked if he could kiss me || (you were so distant that i missed you) | if someone looked it is not me || then i got mad; i left that day | emotionally stunned | i knew he was in love with me | and then he just kissed me || (you were so distant that i missed you) | if someone looked it is not me || i just thought it was funny | i looked at him | and the president looked at me | and then he just kissed me ||| (words by m.lewinsky & w.j. clinton)||...[back]
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[catch me if you can] || as i said i don't care if | she hurts me with her love | cause we're on the way to where | blood is enough || sometimes she still calls me | by her old lover's name || my skin is scarred from | her fingertips | her kiss is just to lick | the words from my lips || catch me if you can | touch me if you dare | but keep all the things that you tear || we're on the way to where | the water is warm | and as i said i don't care | if the way will be calm || catch me if you can | touch me if you dare | hurt me and i will be there||...[back]
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[the prosecutor's love song] || rehearsal's over and i must admit | that i'm a bit nervous || i'm on after the ad-break | i'll clear my voice then i'll take the stand | and hope to fill the cheering crowd | with reasonable doubt || the bright light blinds me | as i step carefully | in front of the courtcurtain || the show starts and i'm sent to do | my monologue on the stand into | the cameras of court t.v. in the balcony || i know my lines so well | and every little thing i tell is true || an audience of my peers | they're applauding and they cheer | and they want to hear | more of the truth | and nothing but my truth | just in time for the eight o'clock news || i know my lines so well | and every little thing i tell is true || it's over now it's such a shame those were | my quick fifteen minutes of fame | but we will have more of the same | so please stay tuned | don't go away because there | will be a special live report | on execution day||...[back]
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[bitter] || wieder ein verlorner tag | wieder nicht an meinem glück gebastelt | irgendwie macht schreiben mich | gar nicht mehr so glücklich | und sprache hängt mir wie ein klotz am bein | ich will nicht mit dir reden | ich will dich doch berühren | kann denn sprache zärtlich sein? || und ich frage dich: was hab ich bloß falsch gemacht | und darauf du: versagen kommt von sagen | so mach ich dir ein gedicht - und er macht dir ein kind || ständig auf der flucht vor dir | hab ich jedes versteck ausprobiert | doch du hast mich | immer wieder | immer wieder | eingeholt | der tod nicht drohung sondern lösung | will ich mich auflösen wie salz im wasser | vor dem tod hab ich keine angst | höchstens vor dem sterben | doch du schlägst kerben in die tür: | wieder einer mehr || und ich denke: denk dich tot | doch ich denke immer noch || ich dachte ich könnte sie besiegen | wenn die ängste einen namen kriegen | so versuch ich alles zu benennen was ich nicht kenne | doch für dich fiel mir kein name ein | so zerbrach ich an der sprache - und an dir | doch dies ist kein kampf, dies ist meine kapitulation | vor allem und vor allem | vor dir | und mein herz wächst um den schmerz wie eine perle || und ich denke: schreib dich tot | doch ich schreibe immer noch || und so lange es mich gibt | hat mir nie jemand gesagt daß er mich liebt | fein, meinst du, dann will ich jetzt damit auch mal nicht anfangen | und ich frage dich: was hab ich bloß falsch gemacht | und darauf du: versagen kommt von sagen | ich sag: ich hab geweint um dich | na toll, meinst du, da hast du ja wieder was, | worüber du was schreiben kannst | ich wollte dich und mich von mir befrein | doch so langsam werd ich todesmüde | und du sagst: häng dich doch an deinen worten auf | und ich denke: das muß liebe sein || und ich denke: denk dich tot | doch ich denke immer noch || und ich denke: schreib dich tot | doch ich schreibe immer noch || und ich denke: sing dich tot | doch ich singe immer noch || und du sagst: | küß mich | und alles wird wieder gut...||...[back]
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[green ideas] || you say: when i look into your eyes | i see poems instead of love | and i wonder how, how can you | distinguish that | and you say: | love is blue and your eyes | are definitely brown || and every breath is help me please || so i went to the attic | and took the watercolors | and painted my eyes blue | and went to you and said: | look!! | they're blue now!! | but you say: | love has changed color | it's red now || and every breath is help me please || i felt so disappointed | i wanted you to hold me | i started to cry again | the lovely blue was washed away | my eyes red from salt and pain | and you say: | this is the color of love||...[back]
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[in april may be soon] || something went badly wrong | for me and may be for you too | two may be wrong to may be write | this night might be moon || the seasons march and march again | in april may be soon || there's another year for you | pretty rose and pretty fell | my hair burns with a funny smell | i felt too deep today || sady says all days spell the same | that's what sady sadly says | and all i want is to survive | that's all i want i want no less || that's what sady sadly says yes | is what she says is what she | sadly says is yes || the seasons march and march again | in april may be soon || there's another life for you | pretty rose and pretty fell | my hair burns with a funny smell | i felt too deep today ||| take care | good night ||...[back]
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[king m.] || don't tell me that i'm bored | i know that i am bored | don't tell me that i'm tired || you don't have to be afraid | it will come all naturally | it will raise your value | it won't hurt it's hot at first | but then cool for ever || you said you loved me and you gave | yourself on a silver plate | that's not enough for me! | so strike a pose and hold your breath | and then let me hug you || everything i touch will turn to gold | everything i love is bought and sold || you then could even sell your tears | little drops of liquid gold | little liquid drops of gold | brighter than the sun himself | infinitely precious || don't tell me that i'm bored | i know that i am bored | don't tell me that i'm hungry, because || everything i touch will turn to gold | everything i love is bought and sold || darling you're as good as gold||...[back]
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[ein wenig || für inga] || blindhübsch steht sie da. | Zum bestaunen schön | macht sie wieder ein lied wahr. | manche sachen sagt sie nie, | wie eine bombe tickt ihr herz | und artig lacht sie über jeden schmerz. | dann liest sie die sterne | und ich lese sie. || sie liebt mich, sie liebt mich nicht | von herzen, mit schmerzen | ein wenig, nein gar nicht || sie läßt buchstaben regnen, | buchstabiert die welt, | nur um mit nassem haar | vor mir zu stehn, mich anzusehn | in riechweite ihr duft sagt sie: | "du fühlst dich an wie luft." || sie liebt mich, sie liebt mich nicht | von herzen, mit schmerzen | ein wenig, nein gar nicht || "schmerzen beruhigen ungeheuer" | sagt sie sacht und lacht. | doch ich weiß sie hätte sich beinah | selber umgeschrieben. || sie liebt mich, sie liebt mich nicht | von herzen, mit schmerzen | ein wenig, nein gar nicht||...[back]
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[against demons] || you canít breathe as fast as you used to | but thereís no need to do | it is getting slower, it is getting darker | and thereís no exchange || you canít live as fast as you used to | but thereís no need to do | because thereís no defense | against indifference || now i am as hot as you | and you are as cold as me | entropy in apathy | come and feel as i feel || iím against demons | this is how the world will end || so leave me burning out here | let the chaos take control | because thereís no defense | against indifference || now i am as hot as you | and you are as cold as me | carelessly in entropy | come and feel as i feel || iím against demons||...[back]
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[results] || darling, please calm down | i know my temperature is rising | but don't believe the things you're told | i'm not ill | it's just a chill || darling, do not worry | it's just a harmless cold || i only feel a little hot | for there's this something | burning in my blood || but i will be fine || darling, please don't touch me | please don't touch me anymore | and darling don't think of your fears | for you must not cry | nor must i | because the doctor says | it's even in my tears || i only feel a little pain | for there's this something | foaming through my veins. || but i will be fine ||...[back]
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[all lyrics [c] by the nerve bible].
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