Black from Heaven
- Black From Heaven 3:53
- Talk 2:50
- Some Old Women 4:36
- Pre-Christmas Dream 4:00
- It's Late 2:36
- The Quietest 4:19
- Tha Bald-Headed Bogy 3:42
- Goodbye Till Tomorrow 3:05
- Don't Keep Saying 3:16
- The Longest Night 5:05
- Working Dreams 3:20
- Waiting Room 2:45
- The Watchmen Of Words 3:47
- Without Love 2:43
- Last Will 4:39
Before she appears in a heavy cloak
Night - the beast all claws
Tell me what's eating you
I'm listening ...
Before the cosmos controls you
Bring me down the black from heaven
Tell me what's not allowed
I'm listening ...
Confide in me everything gloomy
Secret dark unknown
Cruel futile stupid silly
Until night casts her spell on us
All around us we're drawing
A magic circle with white chalk
When you catch me I catch you
Then it'll be hard for them to come for us
Snakes beetles bats
Moths ghosts and scorpians
Just tell me what's eating you
I'm listening...
Words are fragile
Fragile as glass
Watch out! Where you step
Now there's only fine dust
Better wait now
Relax your breathing and eyelids
Words are specks
From the chemist's scales
And what about sentences
Yes Please Believe me
Step back a tiny bit
The thread is pulled too tight
Coral beads disappear
In cracks under doors
Suddenly you've got
An empty flat full
Some old women
Are only acting
Like they've been taken by surprise
By stupid old age
Some old women
Are girls under a spell
But their dreams are not yet fully dreamed
And they lack curves
They wait with cosmetic masks
For the next chance
For a prince who, with love, will
Perhaps
ask them to dance?
Some old women
Only wonder
Why the world is so suddenly cold
And peevish
Drivers make a scene
They bellow at the crossing
And they, as quiet as mice,
Go
Into retirement...
I asked a man in a grey uniform
What's the line for? What're they standing here for?
Eyes of red Gestures military:
You line up here for women!
Morning the refrigerated vans bring them
Only a couple of crates and that isn't too much
Now before the holidays the men stand here
One even waited the whole night
A line for women!
Cries out someone's voice
Who's speaking?
Maybe old Santa Claus himself?
Then I saw you running down the street
A soaked frozen sad refugee
So I hid you under my coat
And began to fear the strange dream
In which a man from the line had a bottle in one hand
And in the other a black nylon bag
They`re taking you away (And I'm out of breath)
Wrapped up like a carp
in an old Life magazine
I'm afraid that on our first night
I'll lose my head Lose my voice
We'll stay alone without help
Left to our own tender mercies
Until we release the horse from the reins
And until we give in to Fate
And until I lean over your body
I won't be beyond it for long
We can summon old guardians
Cynicism Overview Cool and Calm
It's late anyway we're heading for a crash
And you can't jump off the wagon
The gods speak
Man doesn't hear them
Of everything on Earth
They're the quietest
In vain I hide
Kneeling in the gardens
In case they whisper
In a secret language
Crackles in the ether
I take the receiver
In vain I turn
The dial backwards
In case the signs
Jam the jammers
We are too confused
Loud and deaf ...
The bald-headed Bogy
Likes to be cuddled
When you're not in the mood
He'll hold it against you
The bald-headed ghoul
Likes to be stroked
Preferably at dusk
The light bothers him
Preferably at dusk
The room is dark
He thinks he's
Beautiful and tender
Beautiful and tender
With smooth flowing hair
So full of dreams
And so full of love ...
From the moment you went away
I didn't speak to anyone
I was extraordinarily happy
When the plumber came
My tv set's broken
The neighbours were on holiday
So I sat by the window
With the cat on my lap
From the moment you went away
I thought something had happened to you
There are new shop assistants everywhere
and our doctor, well she's retired
From the moment you went away
I didn't speak to anyone
I'm afraid of burglars
Well, who would I call
I'd put the armoire in front of the door
If I could move it
Good thing you've come back
So goodbye till tomorrow ...
Don't keep saying that I look old
And that my health is failing
I'm flexible as a string on a guitar
It's just your fingers no longer yearn to play
Don't keep saying that my hair is getting grey
It's just your words are hoary
You talk with everyone about the weather at best
And so it's no surprise to anyone
Don't keep saying that I'm drawing my last breath
That instead of lungs I now have nothing
I haven't got anywhere to go, so I don't bother to hurry
And don't jump straight into the rat race
Don't keep saying that I ought to go back
Age doesn't matter to me
But your getting old, even though you're just twenty
You have a heart imported from the ice-age
Slipping I'm slipping
It's pulling me down
Gripping me in a slimy swamp
In the center of Earth
It'll be dark for me
The longest night has already started
The longest night is
Without illumination
The light bulbs have all burned out
There's no power
Tensely I wait
For the thing that is not
I'm still trying
To embrace you
Slipping I'm slipping
Stones are whizzing by
And someone takes a scythe to the lanterns
I scribble in the sand
In the children's playground
And night blacken's everything
Every night you dream of work
You've got your working dreams
You wake up and I console you:
It's O.K. Go to sleep!
It'll probably be some kind of infection
Attacks the brain and blood
Even I had a dream today
That I was your boss
I decide from executive authority
That they now have to and can
Get time-off in compensation
For all those working dreams
At the moment this was introduced
You stopped being afraid of those dreams
And right away to also stopped
Dreaming of work
And when we both awakened
I told you about the dream
So we both could have rolled with laughter
Except it was a working day
And your streetcar already rolled away
On a road unreal
From one end of the line to the other
Unending
When one day I get old
Before the train arrives
So I'll occupy the waiting room
For a miracle
At the strange station
Right on the frontier
From which, when they take you,
There's nothing
The timetables are not valid there
Time is without feeling
Not even a guardian angel
Makes the rounds
Only a dreambook remains
Everything is run by St. Peter
The switchman
And when you can afford it
Dirty devils
Play poker with you
For your soul
Without colors without flavors
Cold as steel
Crouching in gloom
The watchmen of words
They hang on my every word
They read my lips
And they charge me
For every joke
Few are the words
And few are the sentences
Which would cure
The illness of the world
To choose the right one
Is a difficult hunt
Now go to it
Watchmen of words
I struggle with belief
Like Karamazov
Now go to it
Watchmen of words
I ask them
What could I say wrong
And they fall silent
Maybe they don't know anything at all?
How many are there in the world
Hungry and widowed
Now go to it
Watchmen of words
How much hope is there
Bad luck and woe
And I'm supposed to choose
From sentences and words?
My sister goes to the local cultural centre
to get to know some folks
And that's where she meets thouse single men
at whose address she can sometimes be found
Mostly nothing ever happens though
It's just not the same without love
She goes to the movies alone
And falls in love with the actors
Most of all she's turned on by the voice
that calls out the tram stops
Mostly nothing ever happens though
It's just not the same without love
When the notary comes and begins to wave
My last will and testament
They'll all begin to give up their inheritance
And then gradually disappear
I wonder who wants my sadness and horror
Loves and desires without end
Now I see how Uncle's tearing out his hair
Because from me he gets nothing
Now I see Auntie on her way back from the funeral
At least she's carrying a flower pot
But who will take my laughter and turmoil
Tenderness boredom singing and tears?
No one would want my plans around his neck
All the dreams and wonder
And rather than wait for a debacle like that
I'm going to stay alive instead