One month ago I was driving 
All around the town
I was driving way too fast 
Just looking for a place to crash

I maybe did some little mistakes before 
But come on, I’m only human too
Usually a bit afraid of myself 
Luckily so high I could not care

Baby we are too depressed to dance
Way too sad to sing
Too distracted to think straight
And really too fucked up for drugs

I’m so glad you wanted to see me
I really thought that we were done
It was so strange when we first met
It was so funny how it started

Sometimes I felt so lonely
Sometimes even sad
But as it started out so great
Started to feel alright I felt safe


Downtown Syndrome

Saturday night 4am
Walking down the clubs classy stairs
You were raging, you still wanted to dance
But last call came, whining doesn’t stand a chance
I was asking ”Hadn’t we fun?”
But you just yelled why I don’t own that club
Me in a suit, you in a dress
Wandering towards the midnight express

Steal a car, call a cab
We ain’t walking honey that’s a fact
I’m skint and you are broke
It doesn’t matter, we’re getting home
Hovering towards the right stop
Just to realize that we were lost
So drunk as usually
Can’t stand straight I can’t think fast

I don’t know
Where we’re gonna go
Baby, I don’t know
How we’re getting home

Suddenly you were gone
And I was alone in an unknown part of the town
There was this guy selling dope
I asked if he could drive me home
There I went in this joke of a van
Hoping you did not find some other man
When I told this, the bloke just laughed
Said his name was Joe and keep his eyes open

I almost passed out on the couch
When suddenly I heard some noise at the door
There you were standing still
At my door wet and cold
Smiling gently gave me a kiss
I tried to say I’m sorry but you hushed at me
That earlier guy drove you home
Guess he was a saint; True hero of uptown


A Key To Success (Of Getting Home)

Remember that sunday afternoon?
We were hanging at that cocktailroom
You wanted a martini and I was more like, Campari
It was so sunny and still you wanted to dance
I wasn’t sure whether to take the Rolls Royce or the white convertible BMW
You didn’t care you were loaded as usual
So I informed the butler to call us a cab
I wasn’t going to drive, I decided
After three days of heavy partying I thought;
”Hell, once more won’t hurt”

Oh yeah we’re gonna move
’Till our bodies disapprove
Be it morning, noon or night
Oh, we’re gonna move

We were holding hands
When you pulled me to the dancefloor
We’re gonna move
Oh, we gonna move

Welcome to the non-stop pop parade,
A neverending masquerade


Non-Stop Pop Parade

Why did you lie that you liked me?
Why did you do things that didn't mean anything?
Without any feel
It's fucked up and really hurts me

There is no future in us not gonna be you and me
It is sad and I was desperate
But please, can you forgive me for what I did?

Lies that we make for love
First feels like heaven
But if one doesn't feel the same
It makes me feel quite powerless

Lies that we make for love
First feels like heaven
But then breaks our hearts apart
They are lies and I don't believe in them

It's my own stupid mind, that falls easily so blind
One smile too much
Soft kiss, right moment, and I think it's on
But hope is gone we are lost and there is no turning around

There is no future in us, not gonna be you and me
We weren't meant to be anything
But I'm happy that you don't hate me
It's just that feel I'm really afraid

Lies We Make For Love

"OK, POP MUSIC LET'S GO!"


Small tales of urban youth, partying as hard as they can, with nihilist escapist attitude towards the mean world, that is always confronting these outgoing party animals during mondays.

Since 10.10.2012

Too Depressed To Dance