Komposition, Instrumente und Produktion: Gunther Maria Nagel
Gesang und Lyrics: Ada Truppel

Lyrics:

somehow it all starts with a cup of tea.
i sqeeze it out on my cheeks and let it burn...

Throwing spaceships, at big cities and ghettos.
Force them to wake up!! wake up and shut up.

Late late afternoon, paintings and tea.
somewhere is always june.. when will we start to see?

Like Softdrinks quenching fears
Like cigarettes beating stress 
I‘m just here.
what a mess

your brain wont be able to hurt,
it will be hypnotized.
i drink a bottle of rice,
milkshakes are cursed,
all dolphins flirt.

dont believe me, im just playing.
the cancer takes my brain first
but im still playing!

(guitar)

little highs rushing through your veins.
these highs are your chains, just to entertain

Logic dies under the tables	
While windows crashing loud,	
crashing loud into my house	

Why is nobody crying, i wanna taste some tears.
Why are you hiding, i wanna kiss your fears..

Fingerprints lead the way like LED at night,
Nothing left to say when LSD shines bright!

(guitar)

your brain wont be able to hurt,
it will be hypnotized.
i drink a bottle of rice,
milkshakes are cursed,
all dolphins flirt.

dont believe me, im just playing.
the cancer takes my brain first
but im still playing!

(guitar)

From cheap flat ice	
To expensive fries.	
It’s all a lie..	
But I won’t cry.

Taste the pressure
Like candy cotton.
I’m sure, I’m sure
We’re already rotten.

We should help the fishes
By washing our dishes.
let the sun be our mistress
cause she wears the darkest leatherdress!
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A soup of non-sense In my head 
when the sunburn-bunny suddenly appears..
and all these fishes in my bed,
calming down, calming down my fears

(guitar)

your brain wont be able to hurt,
it will be hypnotized.
i drink a bottle of rice,
milkshakes are cursed,
all dolphins flirt.

dont believe me, im just playing.
the cancer takes my brain first
but im still playing!

(guitar)

You will sweat,
when everybody’s freezing.
Your sweet or poison 
Just with the seasons..

Sweaty eyes, dipped in salt.
When a bee dies, the honey gets cold.

Sliding around through the salad,
sinkin into milky ways.
I'm writing a terrible ballad 
to forget his silky face.

A soup of non-sense In my head 
when the sunburn-bunny suddenly(finally) appears
and all these  fishes in my bed
calming down, calming down my fears

SOUP OF NON-SENSE

ada lu