I Feel Fine

Baby's good to me, you know

She's happy as can be, you know

She said so

I'm in love with her and I feel fine
 

Baby says she's mine, you know

She tells me all the time, you know

She said so

I'm in love with her and I feel fine

I'm so glad that she's my little girl

She's so glad, she's telling all the world

That her baby buys her things, you know

He buys her diamond rings, you know

She said so

She's in love with me and I feel fine

Baby says she's mine, you know

She tells me all the time, you know

She said so

I'm in love with her and I feel fine

I'm so glad that she's my little girl

She's so glad, she's telling all the world

That her baby buys her things, you know

He buys her diamond rings, you know

She said so

She's in love with me and I feel fine

She's in love with me and I feel fine

(lyrics & music: John Lennon - Paul McCartney)

It Gets Me Down

I don't know how to say good-bye

I even don't know how to catch a fly

and more and more it turns into

a bad dissatisfaction

oh, it gets me down

it gets me down - onto the ground

it gets me down

 

I'm not able to drive a car

I'm not able to open a jar

and I screw up everything

I'm touching with may hands

oh, it gets me down

it gets me down - onto the ground

it gets me down

 

well, I don't have the courage to die

I've never read 'The Catcher in the Rye'

and every single word I say

sounds like it means nothing

oh, it gets me down

it gets me down - onto the ground

it gets me down

(lyrics & music: Tom Etter)

Shine
 

When I was born they christened me plain Samuel Johnson Brown

But I hadn't grown so very big, 'fore some folks in this town

Had changed it 'round to "Sambo"; I was "Rastus" to a few

Then "Chocolate Drop" was added by some others that I knew

And then to cap the climax, I was strolling down the line

When someone shouted, "Fellas, hey! Come on and pipe the shine!"

But I don't care a bit. Here's how I figure it:
 

Well, just because my hair is curly

And just because my teeth are pearly

Just because I always wear a smile

Likes to dress up in the latest style*

Just because I'm glad I'm livin'

Takes trouble smilin', never whine

Just because my color's shady

Slightly different maybe

That's why they call me shine.

(lyrics: Cecil Mack - Lew Brown / music: Ford Dabney)

Rain Comes Falling Down

every day the sky was blue

birds were singing, so were you

only lately, things have changed

heaven's clouded, you act strange

 

you are chilly, you are cool

there is ice inside your pool

how the hell can I break through

when even starfish get the flu

 

and where the sun was shining

rain comes falling down

 

when I look at you, I know

that your heart is full of snow

you will soon leave me behind

to change the weather in your mind

 

and where the sun was shining

rain comes falling down

(lyrics: Jan Krohn / music: Tom Etter)

The Left Turn

I was standing at the window

as an airmailman flew by

I hit him with my fist

and leaned out far to watch him die

 

he fell onto a trampoline

jumped back into the air

as I tried to knock him down again

myself fell off the chair

 

the moral of this story

is the same as in the next

where I spied the fairest Adam

and was suddenly hot for sex

 

he was strutting down the lane

as I was whistling at his walk

when he turned into a pig

and said: "hey, babe..."

but I said: "fuck you!"

 

the worst is yet to come:

when I was just a little gal

my teacher called me sissy

till I cried out: "what the hell!"

 

so I stole my daddy's rifle

doing what had to be done

when I aimed at the professor

I forgot to load my gun
 

nothing turns out right

I never get just what I want

I was born a born beginner

I'll die a debutante

nothing turns out right

nothing turns out right

nothing, nothing turns out right

 

when they lower me into the ground

I know it must be so

I'll wake up at their laughter's sound

with no place left to go

 

my grave will be a Mecca

for the losers and the clowns

they'll pay 5 quid to see my bones

but I won't get a pound

 

well, people, you can laugh at me

and spit into my face

the bible says a camel

is the winner of the race

 

nothing turns out right

I never get just what I want

I was born a born beginner

I'll die a debutante

nothing turns out right

nothing turns out right

nothing, nothing turns out right - alright

(lyrics: Jan Krohn / music: Tom Etter)

Weak Ends, Shattered Days

metal cries, bites shreds out of the night

craterlike, a chainsaw burns the sky

it tears your living room to pieces

paints your carpet black

 

temptation grows to ecstasy

inside your head strange faces stare

as ice cubes melt to glowing butter

persian rugs begin to sway

 

sweet colours render

power shoots into your fist

your arms turn into wings

up, up you fall, fall and fall

 

and nothing will be, now is never, no one ever was

no, nothing will be, now is never, no one ever was

 

your soul hangs on to saturdays

to sundays and to better days

but all you get are shattered days

that make you pay for yesterday's

unnecessary, unawary, temporary, sucking fairy

surrealistic rhyming

but go ahead and ball!

 

(lyrics: Jan Krohn / music: Tom Etter)

It's A Shame

I loved you in the song before

now you don´t love me anymore

the thrill is gone

the dishes done

I´m off to new horizons

 

what could it be

when will it end

where does it start

when is it spent

am I to blame

we're not the same

which way to treasure island

 

he´s a monkey, I´m a dog

he´s a donkey, I´m a hog

he used to be my lover boy

my precious toy

my only joy

now when he sees me on the streets

he runs and I am hiding

 

baby, what a way to go

a way to show

we just don´t know

what happens in our hearts

when love is striking

 

don´t you miss me

don´t you cry

the way you kissed

and made me sigh

I´m feeling low

you´re running high

a single tear from you

would see me smiling
 

he´s a monkey, I´m a dog

he´s a donkey, I´m a hog

he used to be my lover boy

my precious toy

my only joy

now when he sees me on the streets

he runs and I am hiding

(lyrics: Jan Krohn / music: Tom Etter)

Bitches
 

We get up, when you're yawning

go to sleep at dawn

roam the city, haunt your dreams

have parties on your lawn

if you try to catch a glimpse

of our wicked souls

before you reach the window

we have slipped into our holes

 

we ride the sky on laser

we wear laces on our thighs

we lick your private aces

whip your dog until it cries

get stoned on gasoline

get high on petrol set on fire

if you aim your guns at us

my friend, we just get higher
 

we are bitches

catch us if you dare

we got itches

confetti in our hair

 

your terrace is an airport

your futon is a plane

we take off from your kitchen

and we land on penny lane

what are jewels, what are rings

what's your riches or your minks

how low are presidents and kings

we got wings!

 

we are bitches

catch us if you dare

we got itches

confetti in our hair

 

join us in the fiesta, sister

throw away your past

tell your lover: "listen, mister,

you ain't gonna last"

turn up the gas, turn down his pleas

ask him for a light

strike his match, count down to one

get ready for the flight
 

we are bitches

catch us if you dare

we got itches

confetti in our hair

we are bitches

(lyrics: Jan Krohn / music: Starfish)

The Left Turn

I was standing at the window

as an airmailman flew by

I hit him with my fist

and leaned out far to watch him die

 

he fell onto a trampoline

jumped back into the air

as I tried to knock him down again

myself fell off the chair

 

the moral of this story

is the same as in the next

where I spied the fairest Adam

and was suddenly hot for sex

 

he was strutting down the lane

as I was whistling at his walk

when he turned into a pig

and said: "hey, babe..."

but I said: "fuck you!"

 

the worst is yet to come:

when I was just a little gal

my teacher called me sissy

till I cried out: "what the hell!"

 

so I stole my daddy's rifle

doing what had to be done

when I aimed at the professor

I forgot to load my gun

 

nothing turns out right

I never get just what I want

I was born a born beginner

I'll die a debutante

nothing turns out right

nothing turns out right

nothing, nothing turns out right

 

when they lower me into the ground

I know it must be so

I'll wake up at their laughter's sound

with no place left to go

 

my grave will be a Mecca

for the losers and the clowns

they'll pay 5 quid to see my bones

but I won't get a pound

 

well, people, you can laugh at me

and spit into my face

the bible says a camel

is the winner of the race

nothing turns out right

I never get just what I want

I was born a born beginner

I'll die a debutante

nothing turns out right

nothing turns out right

nothing, nothing turns out right

(lyrics: Jan Krohn / music: Tom Etter)

Weak Ends, Shattered Days

metal cries, bites shreds out of the night

craterlike, a chainsaw burns the sky

it tears your living room to pieces

paints your carpet black

 

temptation grows to ecstasy

inside your head strange faces stare

as ice cubes melt to glowing butter

persian rugs begin to sway

 

sweet colours render

power shoots into your fist

your arms turn into wings

up, up you fall, fall and fall

 

and nothing will be, now is never, no one ever was

no, nothing will be, now is never, no one ever was

 

your soul hangs on to saturdays

to sundays and to better days

but all you get are shattered days

that make you pay for yesterday's

unnecessary, unawary, temporary, sucking fairy

surrealistic rhyming

but go ahead and ball!

 

and nothing will be, now is never, no one ever was

no, nothing will be, now is never, no one ever was

 

(change to nice mood)

 

late sunday morning

sunny slices on the floor

old jazz floats in the air

what made your evenings sad

gives peace to you the next day

 

soft smoke and golden copper

guiding lights or candles

smiling chalk your ceiling

heavy solitude on velvet cushions

swaying to and fro
 

(change to mean mood)

metal cries, bites shreds out of the night

craterlike, a chainsaw burns the sky

it tears your living room to pieces

paints your carpet black

 

and nothing will be, now is never, no one ever was

no, nothing will be, now is never, no one ever was
 

(lyrics: Jan Krohn / music: Tom Etter - Werner Fischer)

Rain Comes Falling Down

every day the sky was blue

birds were singing, so were you

only lately, things have changed

heaven's clouded, you act strange

 

you are chilly, you are cool

there is ice inside your pool

how the hell can I break through

when even starfish get the flu

 

and where the sun was shining

rain comes falling down

 

when I look at you, I know

that your heart is full of snow

you will soon leave me behind

to change the weather in your mind

 

and where the sun was shining

rain comes falling down

(lyrics: Jan Krohn / music: Tom Etter)

Blue Mail Box

Dear Antonia

I´m stuck in a camper, forty miles outside Italy

just out of reach of a decent cup of coffee

 

heaven´s revenge is pouring down on us

there´s no chance to drive on tonight

and only distant lovers on tv

 

I´ve just finished working at the airport

unloading planes at night

I´m really worn out now, and like the weather

I feel rather wet and cold and sort of lonely

 

I got your letter, but I still wonder how you´re doing

as for me, I moved back to the outskirts

I'm sharing a flat down in the Jewish quarter

it´s alright

though not exactly cheap for what you get

 

these people, they are into esoterics

they´re reading all kind of semi-religious books

and lay cards to get a grip on their future

 

my brother, he passed his exam, so I heard

he´ll start studying the law, for all it´s worth

my sister´s working in some bar

she seems to make good money

 

I´m trying to get calmer now

maybe quit drinking, maybe smoking, maybe both

 

I want to meet new people

´cause I´m tired of acquaintances

that like to be called friends

 

say, if I should ever get to Mexico

is there a chance for me to find a job?

 

ah, well, those are nothing but dreams

but I really want to see the world

those rocks are squaring me up

 

maybe the States, Brazil or Argentina

though I might not even make it to Italy

 

my friend here has an offer

to buy a ranch in Massachusetts

and he might actually leave

that´s when he´s paid back his debts, he says

 

I´m only hoping for the rain to stop

and more than that, to see you soon

where in the world is Puerto Cruz?

 

lots of love to you in a letter

and a hundred thousand kisses by mail

they will arrive before I do

a long, long time before I ever will

(lyrics: Jan Krohn / music: Tom Etter)

Walk, Don't Walk

yes or no?

high or low?

you don't know

stay or go

 

day or night?

grey or white?

wrong or right

it's alright

 

they teach you to stand

for what you want and what you don't

they tell you to fight

and they hate it if you won't

if you can't make up your mind

then you won't go far

so work out your answers

be a guiding star

 

but if you walk out of that door

just dare to walk out of that door

there's no way back in anymore

no, no more

 

but if you stay

if you stay

it's to the end of day

 

outside there is frenzy

there is fog and there's no frame

inside there is fashion

there is fortune, there is fame

so stay where you belong

and pretend, that you care

slave away your time

to buy a first class fare

 

don't try to walk out of that door

for if you walk out of that door

there's no way back in anymore

no, no more

(lyrics: Jan Krohn / music: Tom Etter)

It Gets Me Down

I don't know how to say good-bye

I even don't know how to catch a fly

and more and more it turns into

a bad dissatisfaction

oh, it gets me down

it gets me down - onto the ground

it gets me down

 

I'm not able to drive a car

I'm not able to open a jar

and I screw up everything

I'm touching with may hands

oh, it gets me down

it gets me down - onto the ground

it gets me down

 

well, I don't have the courage to die

I've never read 'The Catcher in the Rye'

and every single word I say

sounds like it means nothing

oh, it gets me down

it gets me down - onto the ground

it gets me down

(lyrics & music: Tom Etter)

 

Fatal Threestep

just another story

just another song

just another sample

of things gone wrong

 

Johnny was a mailman

Mary was his pie

Johnny said:

"we stay together

till we die"

 

kids and a dog

and a house and two cars

dreams of the future

they reach for the stars

 

just another story

just another song

just another sample

of things gone wrong

 

Johnny was a mailman

Mary was his maid

one day, Johnny found her

with his best friend

in a bed

 

oh my, why did they do

what they have done

Johnny got angry

and pulled out his gun

 

when love is in the air

and sunshine in her hair

then watch out and beware

with whom the bed you share

for if you don't play fair

soon in a gun you stare

there's corpses everywhere

bisexual, queer or square

beggar or millionaire

ugly, plain or fair

 

why is love so painful

when it goes astray

why can't lovers be more careful

whom they lay?

 

everything is rotten

when it comes to lust

girls get hot 'n men get shot

nobody can be trust

 

Johnny 's a jailbird now

Mary is sad

no children no fam'ly

and poor Bill is dead

when love is in the air

and sunshine in her hair

then watch out and beware

with whom the bed you share

for if you don't play fair

soon in a gun you stare

there's corpses everywhere

bisexual, queer or square

beggar or millionaire

ugly, plain or fair

(lyrics: Jan Krohn / music: Tom Etter)

As The Wind Blows

you see the leaves fall from the trees as the wind blows

you hear it howling like a child outside your window

and you cover your naked friend with a sheet and you stay close

 

he dreams of victims bowing their heads as the wind blows

falling angels in the air, only god knows - why

and your lover is crying in his sleep as the blood flows

 

lying side by side, in a deep, troubling way

you feel that you're worlds apart

and you pray, yes you pray for something to soothe his heart

 

you see the leaves fall from the trees as the wind blows

your mouth is howling like a child as his pain grows

and you wish relief would come tonight - only god knows

(lyrics: Jan Krohn / music: Tom Etter)

Total Recall

looking down from seventh floor

on cars and buses floating to

the rhythm of the slowly rocking

colour-changing traffic lights

your mind blows bubbling soapy words

that glimmer glistening in your brain

 

recalling faces, words and music

you wait for calls or signs to change

your life, that lost it´s taste and slipped

some years ago out of your hand

pushed by strange blues you choose

to think it over, where the sun sets late

 

don't you ask yourself, boy

how hard you'd hit the floor?

don't you wish you could fall

into another world?

 

if newfound loneliness just makes

you shiver, hide inside and still

you cannot see the light of dawn

by staring back into the night

the cemitery's cubic death

lies less then half a mile away

don't you ask yourself, boy

how hard you'd hit the floor?

don't you wish you could fall

into another world?
 

(lyrics: Jan Krohn / music: Tom Etter - Werner Fischer)

The Most Important Part

I had a dream last night

you came walking across that bridge

your hair was a flag in the wind

and I knew, that I would love you

but then something made me wake up

 

I always miss the most important

part of my dream

and no matter how I concentrate

I can't dream my dreams until the end

 

I had a dream last night

you were sitting there with some guys

your eyes gave me a strange look

then you asked for a kiss

and I think I said yes

but then something made me wake up

 

I always miss the most important

part of my dream

and no matter how I concentrate

I can't dream my dreams until the end

 

I had a dream last night

we were walking side by side

I took all my courage

put my arms 'round you

but when I told you, that I love you

yes, then something made me wake up
 

I always miss the most important

part of my dream

and no matter how I concentrate

I can't dream my dreams until the end

 

(lyrics: Gabi Fischer / music: Gabi Fischer - Werner Fischer)

Mini Fründin

Mini Fründin isch e blödi Chue.
Sie het mich eifach hocke lah
und spielt jetzt mit de Regula.
So e blödi Chue.
 

Ich han ere de Teddybär i’s WC abe gschmisse
will sie het mir mis Barbie gklaut und d’Bäbistube gschlisse
Drum han ich uf das abe ihre Znünisack uusgleert.
Nur d’Chindsgitante het mi gseh und zünftig zämegschisse.
 

Mini Fründin isch e dummi Geiss.
Sie tuschlet mit de Regula,
dänn lached beidi: „Ha, ha ha!“
So e dummi Geiss.
 

Debii isch sie nur muff, will ich jetzt neb’em Jimmy hocke.
De gseht us wie de Michael Jackson mit so schwarze Locke.
Er het mer hüt sis Trottinet zum Umefahre ggeh.
Ich Latsch ha’s dusse stah lah und jetzt isch es niene meh.
 

Mini Fründin isch e doofi Gans.
Sie gigelet und schnatteret
und d’Regula, die gackeret.
So e doofi Gans.
 

Wer lad ich dänn jetzt i zu minere Geburriparty?
Will d’Eliane isch nid min Fall und d’Susi isch e fadi.
De Jimmy wott jetzt au nüm cho – ojeh, ich glaube fascht
Ich muess go Friede mache, will susch git’s em End keis Fäscht.    
 

Mini Fründin isch imme no die bescht.
Und chunt sie mit de Regula,
dänn müend’s für mich zwei Gschänkli ha.
Da isch’s megabescht!

(lyrics: Jan Krohn / music: Tom Etter)

Overture

No more burning

no more yearning

no more crying in the dark

no relations

expectations

guilt, remorse, regrets

no tricks, manipulations

and twisted alphabets

everything will be okay

you got Betty

I got Clay

we got over it allright

(even if it took all night)

- it's over

 

No more licking

no more kicking

no more shuffling in the park

no negations

negotiations

promises or threats

 

no fear of dumb quotations

spiders, snakes or rats

finally life's a holiday

you are gone

but I will stay

peace to your tormented soul

(goodbye to all the rock 'n' roll)

- it's over

 

It's hard to leave someone like you

like stepping off the stage

there's no more flashes

only ashes

bitterness and rage

I'm glad it's done with

glad it's finished

sad you're gone

- and so relieved it's over

(lyrics: Jan Krohn / music: Tom Etter)

Three Young Ladies (Fischer)

Three young ladies went to see the world

they went for love and everything

but all I've ever heard of them

was sad, sad stories

 

The first one she's getting divorced now

after three years of marriage

she's coming back from downunder

where she's buried the dreams

that once in her heart did slumber

 

Her husband was a farmer

and about twice her age

she thought that his love was true and dear

until he put her into deep fear

 

Three young ladies

 

I guess the second still lives in Greece

but I can't really tell

'cause as the years went by

to each letter I sent

there was less reply

 

She found a man, but she misses her girlfriends

'cause she couldn't find none over there

so she sleeps a lot and she's knitting socks

pretending to be useful somewhere

 

Three young ladies

 

The third one she didn't travel too far

she's now got a husband and a car

but while every other wife walks around like a duck

she doesn't get pregnant no matter how much they fuck

 

Her life was exactly the way she had it planned

she married that musically educated man

at a quarter past two in a yellow dress

but without a child her future's a mess

 

Three young ladies

 

Now I wonder what fortune brings to number four

she'll be travelling east very soon

will she be the exception 'cause her lover's a girl?

I wish them more than a nice honeymoon

 

Three young ladies

(lyrics: Gabi Fischer / music: Starfish)

Doomsday (Fischer/Krohn)

You call it superstition

an error of my mind

a fault inside my system

a virus of some kind

 

It's true that I'm uncertain

not sure of what it is

a fact, maybe a fiction

a curse, maybe a bliss

 

But I saw two white eagles

two deer, two buffaloes

two whales as white as ivory

and my suspicion grows

 

The Hopi said a higher brother

would come down on us

we'd better run for cover

or else we'd turn to dust

 

I know it may sound vague to you

but what if he is right?

what if the man's a prophet

and days will turn to night?

 

The trees will leave the mountains

the fish will drink the sea

the beasts will turn against us

the world will cease to be

 

You call it petty thinking

for these are modern times

so what if we are sinking

still lower than our crimes

 

The Hopi was a seer

and what he saw was gloom

the moon might go up any day

upon the night of doom

4 A.M.

(lyrics: Jan Krohn / music: Werner Fischer)

A Woman's Gift

Christmas may come and birthdays may too

'cause the gift that I've found is the ideal clue

to frighten off all those moments when women feel blue

 

It ain't no silky underwear

no perfume, no teddybear

it's a better buddy than diamonds ever can be

or any other jewellery

 

Sure it ain't no washing machine

nor any other invention to keep the household clean

not the address of a marriage-agency

and no group-dynamic holidays in Italy

 

It's no subscription for the Vogue-magazine

no punching-ball to vent one's spleen

no brandnew widescreen-colour-TV

and no painting therapy

 

What I'm really talking about

is a thing nobody's talking about loud

'cause it's a very sexy toy

a really personal stick of joy

 

Christmas may come and birthdays may too

'cause the gift that I've found is the ideal clue

to frighten off all those moments when women feel blue

 

It can be white, it can be brown

but it will never let you down

'cause it's never floppy except maybe

if you forget to replace the battery

 

It's not too big and not too small

you can use it winter, spring, summer and fall

it's never too fast with the ejaculation

and it won't pass on any viral complication

 

So girlfriend, sister, aunt and mother

roommate, neighbour or queer brother

if you really wanna have fun on your own

use my gift and stop to moan

 

Christmas may come and birthdays may too

'cause the gift that I've found is the ideal clue

to frighten off all those moments when women feel blue

(lyrics: Gabi Fischer / music: Starfish)

 

Man In The Horn

 

April-snow fell down this morning

after bright days of spring

the meadowlands look pure and bright

like your brandnew wedding ring

you say you really love him

but your voice is trembling

 

The speaker says your train will be late

I think I hear him grin

You're getting nervous and unkind 

you look so pale and thin

I ask you to stay overnight

Though you're not listening

 

But you can't help it, when the weather changes

and the trains don't roll

 

We're sitting here, waiting for that train

I guess it's imminent that you become insane

yes, and the man in the horn

he keeps telling us his lies

yes, and the man in the horn

he keeps telling us his lies

 

 

April-snow fell down this morning

after bright days of spring

the meadowlands seemed pure and bright

like the song we used to sing

I can't recall the tune

and you lost the words that cling

 

But you can't help it...

(lyrics: Gabi Fischer / music: Starfish)

Black Mail Box

There's this saying I've kept

that whoever reflects

upon evil things he has done

is still caught in vileness

and he cannot cut loose

for his spirit will coarsen

and his heart, it will rot

and a sad mood will come upon him

 

For what would you do -

stir filth this way or that

and it will still and always be filth

So depart from all evil

and try to do good

and balance the wrong you have done

 

I know just that much

but I can't help but telling you

how I feel about us

&endash; me and you

 

Well, dearest Antonia

I wish I had never

ever seen you again

 

When you called up and said

«I'm in Spain and I'm lonely»

I lost my head and left my true love

just to be back by your side

 

Seven long years we two had been apart

&endash; it should have been a helluva lot longer

you looked like an angel

deepfrozen in time

with your scary black hair and your eyes like laser

that burned me again to the ground

Walking with me by the sea like we used to

you told me about your new life:

you had cut all your jewels

in twelve foreign lands

and now you were here to get married

to some charming rich son of a friend of your parents

it was almost to good to be true

 

I guess you just wanted your first lover's blessing

but you didn't know I had nothing to lose

&endash; I had left all I had far behind

 

So we started again what had long ago ended

in a desperate attempt to rewind our fate

and when I woke up, a sweet memory was soiled

and the room, it was empty

just a note on the floor, which said

«Honey, I'm sorry, but I'm off to the church -

give my love to your girlfriend at home.»

 

But you know, dear Antonia

that I cannot go home again

some things are broken

and they will not be mended

For what would you do -

stir filth this way or that,

and it will still and always be filth

 

So I rest in this hotelroom

still caught in vileness

and I cannot cut loose

and my spirit will coarsen

and my heart, it will rot

and a sad mood will come upon me
 

(lyrics: Jan Krohn / music: Werner Fischer)

Slamming The Door

I remember when I was nineteen

and I had my first flat

I thought I'd never have to argue anymore

'bout minor things like this and that

I was glad to be away from home

where my family was squabbling more and more

it mostly ended up with my mother crying

and one of us kids slamming the door

 

Too many expectations and not enough patience

unspoken wishes and dirty dishes

no understanding yet constant pretending

and the endless fight about who's wrong

 

So I shared rooms with my girlfriend

and we got along just fine

but while she was surrounded by admirers

I was crossed in love all the time

of course these things made me cry

but only for simple reasons

and today I think I was lucky then

it was my most independent season

 

Too many expectations...

 

When I had my first boyfriend

everything was heaven to me

but as the years passed by the situation

reminded me of my family's

it's true that we nearly never had sex

yet we were squabbling more and more

it mostly ended up with one of us crying

and the other one slamming the door

 

Too many expectations and not enough patience

unspoken wishes and dirty dishes

no understanding yet constant pretending

and the endless fight about who's wrong

and who's right


(lyrics: Gabi Fischer / music: Starfish)

Don't Stay Away

Don't stay away

don't go astray

darling, do not hide from me

I need you, can't you tell

 

Life is too short

to break or distort

the waves and bonds between two hearts

that like each other well

 

Why should it have to end?

why did you leave, Babe, where did you go?

do you make love to another girl

or do you just want to be free?

 

Can't stay awake

oh, it's getting late

try to close my eyes

and leave behind the day

 

Just one more drink

before I finally sink

deep into the arms of night

pretending all is well

 

Don't stay way

don't go astray

don't keep me awake

I'd like to close my eyes

where did you go, Babe?

what did you do?

why all those lies?

oh, why do you stay away?

(lyrics: Jan Krohn / music: Tom Etter)

Kiss The Pope

I have an inner vision

it roots deep in my heart

a fragile apparition

almost a work of art

 

A live without confusion

no pressure, pills or pain

a dolby sound solution

a wide and easy lane

 

A heavenly evasion

from everything that hurts

a piece without temptation

of money, drugs or skirts

 

A blanket for the weary

a joystick for the lame

and no Timothy Leary

to soil or spoil the game

 

The world is such a letdown

no space to move or breathe

gee, if I only knew how

I'd pack my things and leave

 

I pray for lonely meadows

for sun and cloudless skies

for soft and fluffy pillows

for big and hairy guys

 

My only hope now is the pope

here's something that he said

"girl, if you live for sex and dope

you might as well be dead"

 

My pope, I beg for mercy

you give me what I miss

and I'll hide in a jersey

my courage and my tits

 

I'm aching for redemption

from falseness, greed and crime

I'm longing for a mansion

that is forever mine

 

A willow in a garden

an angel in a shell

who will be on his guard and

keep of smells from hell

 

Oh, how long can I stand

to live in chains and not be me?

oh, how long do I have to wait

until I will be free?

 

As days and days are passing

as years and years go by

my wish is everlasting

I wonder why and cry

(lyrics: Jan Krohn / music: Tom Etter)

Guess My Sign

Yes, I will be thine

if you guess my sign

I will stay all night

if you get it right

 

Am I aries

or sagittarius?

do I feed on flies

or am I catching mice?

 

But don't, don't hesitate, don't panic, don't be shy

boy, don't let me wait, I'll send you up to the sky

 

Do I go for red

or will I shoot you dead?

am I a lion king

or just a horny thing?

 

Am I torn in two?

some sort of kangaroo?

do I sting and bite

or do I travel light?

 

But don't, don't hesitate, don't panic, don't be shy

boy, don't let me wait, I'll send you up to the sky

 

Do I look forlorn

like a capricorn?

am I flying high?

soaking wet or dry?

 

It's all in the stars, it's so easy

it's written above and no tricks will get you out

tonight the full moon looks so greasy

tonight I will turn your head around &endash; that's what I'll do

 

Yes I will be thine

if you guess my sign

I will stay all night

if you get it right

 

Was I born in May?

are you gonna stay?

do I have two heads

to be lost in bed?

 

But don't, don't hesitate, don't panic, don't be shy

boy, don't let me wait, I'll send you up to the sky

 

I feel like a dog

barking at your log

if you guess I'm virgin

we can start the searching

 

It's all in the stars...
 

(lyrics: Jan Krohn / music: Tom Etter)

(If You Ever Say) Goodbye

If you ever say goodbye

maybe I'll throw my heart in the gutter

and then put up every shutter

 

If you ever say goodbye

maybe I'll open up the window

just to feel a different breeze blow

if you ever say goodbye

 

 

If you ever try to stay

maybe I'll softly lock the door

and hold you in my arms for evermore

 

If you ever try to stay

maybe I'll kick you out and cry

knowing that it's time to say

goodbye

 

 

Goodbye - I can hear the echoes

goodbye - reverberating

(lyrics: Gabi Fischer - Tom Etter / music: Tom Etter)