Cities

Song about a cemetery in Paris. The people mentioned in the lyrics are buried there.  

sarah the magnificent queen
  with her thousand lovers in her mirror robe
her body had the shadow of a seventeen
  but her face was over ninety years old

going for a walk in the catacombs
    labyrinth of mirror walls
just to see how far it goes
  make believe of marble halls
  
reflected hundred   fold 
in their mirror walls
she kept on entering    reflections of herself
then she fades away
into another day
only to turn into somebody else



courtesans and demimondes
   lying waiting in the dark               
 hailed by gloom the dim lit room
  search in vain for a birthmark

perfect bodies in thai silk skin
but you can smell and smell and you wont smell a thing
gentle like the midnight blue
way too perfect to be true

when you start     to feel
they  really are     for real
is the moment when   the start to dissapear

when you  start    to scream
you wake up from       the dream
see the all the shades      gently fade away

sparrowface with her no-regrets
  her tin can voice was really a waste
let her dandyman lit her cigarette
  pretending she still could feel the taste

fall in love with some handsome brute
   and sees again her life in rose
with that italian youngster in dandy suit
   who keeps on dying of tuberculose

and walking down the stairs
comes papasan lachaise
sounding clip claps like an old chinaman

you're just serving time
in the universal mind
is it so hard for you to understand

wild oscar in his leathersuit
mirrorshades and snakeskin  boots
 surrounded by adonises in black
  highheel shoes and leather jackets
making love to a pinball machine
  soars the score to an all time high
then in an attack of mortal spleen
  he tilts the dog  and starts over again 

sometime so it goes
it’s just so hard to know
is it a boy or a girl  in the glory hole
and the backroom noice
of those phantom  voices
 do they even know what they're screaming for


Chopin Freddy by the pipedream organ
  his hands are tied to a chain of chords
until he's overcome by this dim light gloom
  and bangs his head on the old key board

that woman lying on the grand 
  she not as naked as she might seem
deep within herself  she stands
  dressed in someone elses dreams


At the end of the line was the lizard king
  like a  greek god running out of youth
 outperformed by his own ego
  like a leather  apollo turning into a Zeus

he sends another bottle    smashing on the wall 
tipples off his barstool   crashlands on the floor
trying to brake on through to the other side   
but  “noone here gets out alive”   



you been here he shouts
for fifty years by now
it seems you should have learned the score by now
the only way, my dear
to escape from here
is stop your mind craving trying to get out

Pere Lachaise

he wasn't  insane
he just liked to play games  little mind games
to crawl into his brain
the lizard king calling his name 

when your pusher is in your brain
that's the moment they'll call you insane  he's a wacko
when you're over stepping the line
of gently blowing your mind          he's a crackpot

to see the world from above
to sit on the shoulders     of a   gentle giant
lookin out far    so defiant
sitting in a corner of his mind
watching the time  sun going down
to see the whole wild world spinning round
             
he called himself Nemo
until he got to know
that Nemo is a latin word  for nobody

He's a real nowhere man, sitting in his nowhere land,
making all his nowhere plans for nobody
doesn't have a point of view, knows not where he's going to
isn't he a bit like you  and me
Nowhere man  please listen, you don't know what you're missing
nowhere man the world    is at your command
                          
take care when I call   I'm a catcher in the rye
I'll catch you if you fall  I'll kill you if you die
working with the kids   in a camp for vietnamese
running for his life    with the tiny refugees
playing with children half his age
playing with them  like one of them

when people failed him  he said they were dead
  he's just another phony he always said
until he failed and too bad one day he dissapointed himself
from that day he had no mercy on himself
don't say weirdo don't say nuts  those word don't say half asmuch
 as simply a catcher in the rye

jay guru deva om
nothing's gonna change my world

take care when I call   I'm a catcher in the rye
I'll catch you if you fall  I'll kill you if you die
the catcher in car       on top of mount Hawaii
a garden of eden  with the ocean at all sides
  in  a paperback edition of  an earthly paradise
the perfect spot to end a paperbacklife
 running a tube from the cumbustion pipe
fisherman came by     just about  in time
                         to catch the catcher in the rye


at the Honolulu hospital  they brought him back to life
he got himself a job there and he got himself a wife
he married a girl the countergirl 
who sold him a roun trip ticket round the world

when he heard the double fantasy
  I knew it was for me
let's get it over with what must be must be   
  let it be   let it be  let it be

take care when I call   I'm a catcher in the rye
I'll catch you if you fall  I'll kill you if you die
got himself a room down      at the YMCA
he got himself  a hooker      for a talk  with double pay
took a cab to central park    following his route
 to see where the ducks      go wintertime

december 8 dakota house
bang bang shoot shoot its all over now
the working class hero  refusing to fall
standing upright  with five  bullet holes

and when the cops came by
he sat reading by the side                   with a copy the catcher in the rye


I m a catcher in the rye
 
there s no use to try to hide
I began to loose control
I began to loose control
I didn t mean to hurt you....
I m sorry that i made you die
I didn t want to kill you
I m just a crazy guy

I m just a crazy guy   watch out
I m just a crazy guy  look out
I m just a crazy guy

Catcher in the Rye

Song about Berlin in the eighties.

oh oh oh  sister Berlin
you are the enemy within
oh oh oh sister Berlin
you fit me like a second skin

engrave me with your razorblade    
    with the sign of you
    a tantric tattoo
seal me with your queen of spades
  to remind me of you
   and the things that you do

with your Ku'Dam christal nights
  and your smell of burning tyres
and your Kreutzberg building sites
  and your gatherround bonfires
and your ivory towers
  and your marble halls
    and your flock of seagulls
      round your berlin walls

don't ever speak to me
  if you have nothing to say
so much better then
  to be silent as the grave
we must never ever
  say those commonplace thing
cause I am the archangel
  and you are sister Berlin
  the and only sister berlin 

oh oh oh sister Berlin
you are the ultimate sin
oh oh oh sister Berlin
you are the enemy within

destitute me  with your Dietrich voice
  I can almost see
    the man I could be
prostitute me in your shopwindows
  like a geishaboy
    in the city of joys

with your wehrmacht helmet
  and your borsalino hat
and your panterine velvet
  and the ninetails of your cat

ah you're teasing the devil
  with your boots of musketeers
crushing the seal
  with the tip of your high heeels

tie me to the straps
  of your Fortuna Hotel
plug me in to your Boschian visions
  of heaven and of hell
angels with halos
  demons with forks
scavenging the flesh
  of men hanging like porcs


Sister Berlin don’t do me in
You’re feeling black when I m feeling blue
Sister Berlin where have you been
you can see me like I can see you
In a cabriolet
In the linden alle
rallying for
Some fake total war

Oh Oh Oh sister Berlin
You hit me like a perfect storm
Oh oh oh sister Berlin
 You   some total war

aah they swore you would never be bombed
  but the bombs fell down
   and you were spellbound
they sealed you with an old chewinggum
  paint windows black 
   when the starship attacks

ah they will burry you, Berlin
  in a dumphole grave
with your armies of jade
  and your household slaves
and your tibetan deads 
 in army uniform
  burried by your gates
   in the last days of the war


you talk about the mass
  the front and the scene 
just tell me in plain berlinian
  what do you mean
how can I trust you
  how do I know
you're no double tripple agent
  for the powers down below
don't you try to
  doublecross me once more

Oh oh oh sister Berlin
....

Sister Berlin

Song about cemetery in Paris. The characters mentioned in the song - Sarah Bernardh, Edith Piaf, Oscar Wilde, Jim Morrison - are buried there.

sarah the magnificent queen
  with her thousand lovers in her mirror robe
her body had the shadow of a seventeen
  but her face was over ninety years old

going for a walk in the catacombs
    labyrinth of mirror walls
just to see how far it goes
  make believe of marble halls
  
reflected hundred   fold 
in their mirror walls
she kept on entering    reflections of herself
then she fades away
into another day
only to turn into somebody else

courtesans and demimondes
   lying waiting in the dark               
 hailed by gloom the dim lit room
  search in vain for a birthmark

perfect bodies in thai silk skin
but you can smell and smell and you wont smell a thing
gentle like the midnight blue
way too perfect to be true

when you start     to feel
they  really are     for real
is the moment when   the start to dissapear

when you  start    to scream
you wake up from       the dream
see the all the shades      gently fade away

sparrowface with her no-regrets
  her tin can voice was really a waste
let her dandyman lit her cigarette
  pretending she still could feel the taste

fall in love with some handsome brute
   and sees again her life in rose
with that italian youngster in dandy suit
   who keeps on dying of tuberculose

and walking down the stairs
comes papasan lachaise
sounding clip claps like an old chinaman

you're just ser  ving time
in the univer    sal mind
is it so hard for you to understand

wild oscar in his leathersuit
mirrorshades and snakeskin  boots
 surrounded by adonises in black
  highheel shoes and leather jackets
making love to a pinball machine
  soars the score to an all time high
then in an attack of mortal spleen
  he tilts the dog  and starts over again 

sometime so it goes
it’s just so hard to know
is it a boy or a girl  in the glory hole
and the backroom noice
of those phantom  voices
 do they even know what they're screaming for


Chopin Freddy by the pipedream organ
  his hands are tied to a chain of chords
until he's overcome by this dim light gloom
  and bangs his head on the old key board

that woman lying on the grand 
  she not as naked as she might seem
deep within herself  she stands
  dressed in someone elses dreams


At the end of the line was the lizard king
  like a  greek god running out of youth
 outperformed by his own ego
  like a leather  apollo turning into a Zeus

he sends another bottle    smashing on the wall 
tipples off his barstool   crashlands on the floor
trying to brake on through to the other side   
but  “noone here gets out alive”   

you been here he shouts
for fifty years by now
it seems you should have learned the score by now
the only way, my dear
to escape from here
is stop your mind craving trying to get out

Papasan Lachaise

Streets

Late Night - Early Morning in a city by the sea.

I  see a starsign reflecting the morning
I see the rain slain madonnas of chalk
I see a barman rejecting a buddha 
Falling from grace on the sidewalk
he gets up   and starts walking slow
         mumbling talking so low
             muttering curses no one will hear
Oh it's a long time I haven't been told
  that the streets are paved with gold
    every morning at five  AM

I see that love hate  the thin line between them
pavement change color from yellow to green
I see the devil hiding in the detail
I see the blessings keep falling on me 
  Night people walkimg the streets
      And day people don’t seem to agree
          is it tomorrow and yesterday
Oh don't you tell me I don't want to know
  what happened is yesteryears snow
    in the morning at five AM

I can see rainbows stuck in the gutter
the peels of an orange and yesterdays news
I see the starlight closing the shutter
strawberry crush  and runaway shoes

Oh starship     and it's time   to sail
                                Sail away with the holy grail
                                To a world called Saturday

Oh it's a long time I haven't been told
  When the startship unloading its gold
    every morning at five  AM

Morning 5 AM

Copenhagen

Song about a brute city with beautiful people.

 t'en fai pas   marseille
et cherche pas a comprendre
elle sont tous pareille
il faut savoire les prendre

tu sai bien marseille
c'est l'un qui souffre l'autre qui s'ennui
il vaut mieu de souffrire
que d'etre plus dure que l 'enemie

serge le pédé a son matelas d'amour
regis le para a ses etoile  de tout les jour
kader le berbere a sa carte de sejour
je chante des  filmes noire sur les mures des metro
moi j’ai ma guitare pour chanter les parcour

t'en fai pas marseille
t 'es beau garcon   joli mec
tout a fait OK
pour un gars de 47
l’amour des homees, marseille
c’est toujour deseperant
c’est toujour pareille 
aussi crado aussi  chiant

carement mats  je jure que j én ai marre
des pissoire, des gay bares et les anges de la gare
elle descend l’escalier de la gare st charles
 une zizi  enplumé au spot du soir

mon boulot c’est tuer 
  dit lancient mercenaire
fin des jours mon metier
  c’etait toujour la guere
tu sai bien marseille
 j'etait soldat  c’est foutu
et j’ai perdu chaque guerre
d alger a dien bien phu

c’est l'odeur de la poudre dans chaque allumette
chaque foix c’est la guerre qui éclate dans la tete
vivre juste a fin de sa pension militaire
pour alle prendre en verre le long de la cannebiere

Marseille

Walk On The Wild Side

song about  a small town  world
Mr No-Friends-at-All   waits for a call
he's been waiting for fifteen years this fall
Mrs Little-Blue-Pill  is checking the bill
when suddenly she fells she is freezin'still
Mr A-Bottle-a-Day has just got paid
my god, now what will the neighbours say
The No-Sex-No-Mores  are closing the door
Coming home from their annual camping van war
Mr I-Need-a-Drink  is starting to shrink
when he meets his face in the kitchen sink
Mrs Pearls-for-the-Swines  is writing her lines
no one cares to hear the eclipses of her mind
Mrs Need-a-little-help  keeps some pills on the shelf
just in case she would get a close encounter with her self
Mr Borderline is feeling so fine
he has cured his ill with a bottle of wine


so sweet dreams mr ill and mrs pain good night
I am walking in your dreams until the brake of light
Sleep well mrs pill and mr fear rest while
Whilst you were asleep your world has truned to white

Dr. Beat-up-his-Wife is tired of his life
playing the scare game with a kitchen knife
Miss Easily-Scared  she just doesn't dare
to fall asleep once again to the same nightmare
Mr Don't-Let-it-Show  won't have the neighbours to know
how the evil spirits  inside him grow
miss Heartbrake-Hotel   she stumbled and fell
in love once again with mr Impossible
Mr Live-Hard-Die-Young has turned Thirtyone
thinking Oh my god,now what have I done
Mr Drinking-on-strong is singing along
with Elvis doing that lonesome song
Mr Jekyll&Hyde is such a nice guy
'cept once and a while  beating up his life
mr  drunken sore  nose to the floor
 as he sees the realms of the great indoors


two hours before daybrake
  and the way it seems
it's not the pain that aches
  it's the beauty of your dreams
so sleep well mr  pill 
   and mrs   port               goodnight
whilst you were asleep
   your world has turned to white


Sweet little sixteen   she vacuum cleans
  her fifty second birthday scene
Miss  too much soul       she only falls
  in love with all those long distance calls
mr X-mas suicide made yet another try
  but the good lord above never wants him to die
Dr playing mind games is trying to frame
his family case study as he driving them insane
the home machine like some heroine
they re heavily addicted to everyday routine
the for better or worse start to dress rehearse
their three act play  you stop hating first
mr Lovebite  what happened to his life
how his mystery mistress turned awful wedded wife
Mr  chamberbed  is confused in his  head   
  calling a cat that is five years dead

 it's all small town fear
  with  small town dreams
no one round to hear
  hear you if you scream 
so sleep well mr  pill 
   and mrs   port               goodnight
whilst you were asleep
   your world has turned to white

Cities

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