Salvation (Pollytikk cover, www.pollytikk.com)

ECHO

IT'S VERY COLD ON THE ACROPOLE

They took my bed
they took my walls
They took my dog
and his tenis ball
They drank my beers 
and pissed into my gloves

It's very cold on the Acropole

They took my chairs
now I sit on the floor
thew took my lamps
now I sing in the dark
They took my keys but
I don't know what for

It's very cold on the Acropole
I just heard in the news it was already sold

And through my tears, I'm wondering
What happiness can be , without a thing
And through my tears, I'm wondering
if someone could help me change the deal

they took my pants
and the took my socks
they took the jacket I wore
for the charity ball
where we started a dance
and I said babe « I hope... »

Then the police came
and I started to stumbel

You told me : « money
doesn't makes happy at all »
when your hand in my hand
we started to roll
You took my heart but
I don't know what for

now a man stripped naked
is on the telephone
leaving you a message
before dawn

And through my tears, I'm wondering
What happiness can be , without a thing
And through my tears, I'm wondering
if you could help me change the deal


It's Very Cold On The Acropole

Composed in 2010 for the soundtrack of The Detour

THE DETOUR

IN THE WIND

'Could smell grass in the cocktails
and did coke in the parties
'Could smell ghosts
when they shot the mayor of the city
when the Titanic sank down
'Could smell fear in the cabins
'Could smell bombs falling
on the garden trees

but when your perfume reaches
the inside of my nose
I´m feeling so scared
I don´t know what to do, with you

I could smell mud and booze
when I was looking for gold
I could smell gold
but it was just,
just on credit
I could smell the fragrance of blood
when I tried a surgery on my pony
anyway, I didn't lose control
that´s what I want to say

but when your perfume
is floating in the wind
I´m feeling so scared
I don´t know what to do, with you

If you said : “it doesn't make sense at all
what you're saying”,
I´d reply, well you know babe
I've already noticed
I've just moved in with a girl,
and she´s pretty,
but honey, breathing you smell
just drives me crazy

cause when your perfume 
is floating in the wind
I´m feeling so scared
I don´t know what to do, with you

In the wind

WITH MY HANDS (THE LENIN SONG)

I won't change the way I steal 
cause I can't change the way I steal 
With my hands 
With my hands 

If only I found a better trade 
I would leave my stealing activities 
that allow me to pay the rent 

From the window of his train 
Lenin said in his words what I'm saying :
“Please consider my condition 
Don’t try to spoil the proletarian again” 

It used to be at a little scale
not so brilliant but enough to feed my 
12 dogs and my ant 
'cause of the crisis and the cold 
my rent raised and I couldn't afford to live like a man 

From the showcase of his grave
Lenin would surely approve what I'm saying
Can' you try and undertstand
the pressure that led me to rob the bank?

I'm standing here at court 
Where my lawyer is hiding his face in his hands
in his hands 
As he's trying to plead my case
Not so badly but it just doesn't seems to
work that well 

Look it up in lenin's books
'Cause he already wrote what I'm saying 
Ain't you bankers even worse ? 
You steal people without even using your hands.

With my hands

IT'S NOT ME WHEN I TALK

It's in the air
It's fallling from the trees
It's ringing the church bells
it's in the cries of the babies
It's not me when I talk
It's a hundreds centuries
made of bricks, made of stones, 
and silent dreams

It's in the air
It's falling from the trees
it's bringing out the chairs
the cakes and the coffee
It's not me when I talk
'cause I'm listening
that's the only way to start
with a familly

It's in the air
It's falling from the trees
but it's cold out there
since I left the country
It's not me when I talk
just an echo in the wind
from afar it's the sound
of violins

It's not me when I talk

LIKE A VANILLA ICE WITH STRAWBERRY

Like a vanilla ice with strawberry
Like a strawberry ice with vanilla too
Yellow or red that is the issue
The sun, the sun is burning my skin
And at the same time shining on your chin

If this time I close my eyes for good
Just to give you my lips and my body to keep
will you hold me, will you hold you babe?
Through my eyelids it looks orange and blue
Through your sunglasses it's brown and cool

In this constellation
I would rather suggest that we swapped positions
but If we can't cross
the social barriers
gone thick through the years
I won't spead my tears

Like a proud horse running on the beach
Like the sand blown from under his feet
Running or not that is the issue
I'm going far, out of view
while you only strech your legs
to feel good

If I intend to move if I try something
Will you somehow approve
will you hide your wedding ring?
If I suggest we reach the bungalow
will it sounds to you rough as it sounds to me sweet,
that I could be, for the rhyme, your piece of meat?

In this constellation
I would rather suggest that we swapped positions
but If we can't cross
the social barriers
gone thick through the years
I won't spead my tears

Like a vanilia ice with strawbery

100 WORDS FOR A PENNY

Sentences I've made plenty
100 words for a penny
now a light melancholy is holding me
and killing me.

A thousand times in the wind in the snow
across the land I used to go
With a glass of of wine for a rhyme
now it's all over for me

Like a boat on the sea
without love without wind
I'm rolling like a stone
and I can't stop falling
I've got blood on my hands
but money in my jeans
You should fear what I am,
'cause the devil I've seen!

I used to preach
generous ideas
I used to mean what I said
I had much more sympathy
when my stomach was empty

I offered my art for the world to be good
I sometimes offed my body
but now the system bought my dignity
What can I do for free?

Like a boat on the sea
without love without wind
I'm rolling like a stone
and I can't stop falling
I've got blood on my hands
but money in my jeans
You should fear what I am,
'cause the devil I've seen!
 
I met a man at the crossroads you see
while I was spending a penny
he gave me a bag full of money
saying : “ Stupid man give me :
your sister, your underwear, your dignity,
and your country ”

and I said ok.

100 words for a penny

I READ IN THE PAPER YOU WERE DANGEROUS (feat Pollytikk : www.pollytikk.com)

I read in the paper you were dangerous
and with your little hands
you eat raw flesh
that you drink beer
and sing out of tune
when you draw cartoons

I heard you bit up a man
on the rugby field
cause he made a paper airplane with
your favourite magazine
they found your little footprints
all around the stadium
Babe, I feel thrilled

You can tackle me down
I won't spread myself around
In my bed there's a radio
I only miss the stereo

I red in the paper you met Santa Claus
and that he wanted to offer you a Barbie doll
You hit his bollocks
with your gentle knee
to let him know, you disagree

deep in the pages of the local paper
I found a picture of you with a scalp of a banker
or was it the purple toupee of the little party
at the embassy ?

You can tackle me down
I won't spread myself around
In my bed there's a radio
I only miss the stereo

If you slap me
on one cheek
I'll also
offer the other

then I'll give you
my chest to beat
one ear to bite
and also the other

You'll go hunting
I'll prepare the meat
We'll change water into beer

You'll be the muscle
I'll be the flower

I wrote on my diary, you were gorgeous
I wrote this little flame 
burning out of your pale blue eyes
makes me want to play this brutal game with you
even if you don't want me to

You can tackle me down
I won't spread myself around
In my bed there's a radio
I only miss the stereo

I read in the paper you were dangerous

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Seit seiner Kindheit macht der aus Frankreich stammende und in Berlin lebende Nicolas (36) Musik. Bereits mit 11 Jahren fing er an Schlagzeug zu spielen. Damals entdeckte er durch seinen Musiklehrer seine Leidenschaft für "Prince". Erst Jahre später verstand er die Texte, und es gefiel ihm noch besser. 
Bald spielte Nicolas E-Bass und gründete seine erste Rockband. Mehrstimmig zu singen hat er mit dem Vater seines besten Freundes in einer "Vocal Jazz Band" gelernt, laut zu singen dann seit 1998 mit der Band "The new sound of Lapoubelle" auf der Straße (myspace.com/thenewsoundoflapoubelle). 
Während dieser Zeit begann er Stücke zu komponieren. Beeinflusst wurde er von seinen Idolen Leonard Cohen, Frank Sinatra und Prince, genauso wie von seinen zahlreichen Reisen als Mitglied des "Atelier Limo" (www.atelier-limo.eu).

Seit 2012 ist Nicolas Mitglied des Duo Hallo! (hallo.bandcamp.com), macht Straßenmusik mit der Band "Moviton" und tritt regelmäßig als Kater Kater auf (soundcloud.com/katkater).

KATER KATER

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