Showing posts with label the residents. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the residents. Show all posts

January 21, 2013

das (gummi)bärchen

 
Meine Prinzessin, das Gummibärchen ist sprach- und wortlos, seit inzwischen geraumer Zeit...

Song for Lindy  ==  Fatboy Slim





Denkt aber an dich (irgendwie gummimässig natürlich)...

Teddy Bear  ==  The Residents
Formely performed by Elvis Presley


Baby let me be,
your lovin' Teddy Bear
Put a chain around my neck,
and lead me anywhere.
Oh let me be
Your teddy bear.

I don't wanna be a tiger
Cause tigers play too rough
I don't wanna be a lion
'Cause lions ain't the kind
you love enough.
Just wanna be, your Teddy Bear
Put a chain around my neck
and lead me anywhere.
Oh let me be
Your teddy bear.

Baby let me be, around you every night
Run your fingers through my hair,
And cuddle me real tight.


 
 

April 3, 2011

somethings are meant to be

 
Happy birthday, my Princess.

Can't Help Falling In Love  ==  The Residents
Formely performed by Elvis Presley


Wise men say,
only fools rush in,
but I can't help falling in love with you.

Shall I stay,
would it be a sin,
if I can't help falling in love with you.

Like a river flows surely to the sea,
darling so it goes,
somethings are meant to be.

Take my hand,
take my whole life too,
for I can't help falling in love with you.

Like a river flows surely to the sea,
darling so it goes,
somethings are meant to be.

Take my hand,
take my whole life too,
for I can't help falling in love with you.

For I can't help falling in love with you.




But you're not the Paralyzer, my Heroine — this you know.
It's exactly like
Du bist der Sand im Getriebe
der Gedanken-Maschine
where you never ever will be a lobotomy.

You burn my fire,
you wet my water.
You light my flames,
you flow my floods.

You teach me how to see,
when you learn having a look.
You learn how to take what's yours,
by teaching me how to keep what's mine.

You make heaven on earth
when I'm grounding,
then you blow in the wind
to make our carpet fly.

They said we were rushing, my love.
But we weren't rushing,
we just were itching
to stop scratching.
We were just saying
'Let it be, as it's ment to'.

I wish you all the best.
 
 

March 10, 2010

wunschliste

 
Es sind bald 2 Jahre her, seit der Bundespolizist mir mal sagte
Ich wünsche dir, dass du zumindest ein Wenig zur Ruhe kommen kannst.
2 Jahre... 2 Jahre habe ich gabraucht, um nicht ununterbrochen auf 200 zu sein. Um wirklich ein ganz kleines Wenig Ruhe zu finden.
Ich bin immer noch den halben Tag am rotieren, die andere Hälfte am Blogs schreiben und die Ärzte am beschimpfen. Doch, zum ersten Mal, bin ich nicht die ganze Zeit mich am innerlich zerfressen. Zum ersten Mal schaffe ich es hin und wieder, 20 Minuten zu ruhen... zu leben... zu erleben. 2 Jahre.

Das Positive daran, ist das Positive darin. Es geht also irgendwie nicht nur noch in Richtung Mauer. Mit 300 pro Stunde in einem Go-Kart sitzend. Und... man soll doch die volle Hälfte des Glases wahrnehmen und beachten, habe ich mal gehört.

Sich etwas zu wünschen ist dennoch immer gut. Es ist wie das Träumen und das Lieben. Solange die Wünsche einen nicht kaputt machen, können sie das sein, woran ein Mensch wächst.

Und, in schlechten Zeiten, lernt der Mensch bescheiden zu sein...


Mahogany Wood == The Residents

I wish I was bigger
I wish I was tall
I wish I had houses
Instead of this hall

Somebody put me
Inside it one day
I know who it is
But he won't let me say

I wish I was something
I wish I was good
I wish I was made of
Mahogany wood

I wish I was something
I wish I was good
I wish I was made of
Mahogany wood

He looks at me sometimes
And sometimes he knocks
On doorways beside me
And sometimes he rocks

Me to sleep in a chair
For he knows that I need
Affection as much
As a cut needs to bleed

I wish I was something
I wish I was good
I wish I was made of
Mahogany wood

I wish I was something
I wish I was good
I wish I was made of
Mahogany wood

I wish I was something
I wish I was good
I wish I was made of
Mahogany wood

I wish I was something
I wish I was good
I wish I was made of
Mahogany wood


 

March 9, 2010

burning love

 
Und dies, meine Heldin, ist wie meine Temperatur gestiegen ist, seit ich dich kennenlernte...


Burning Love == The Residents
The King & Eye RMX


 

March 8, 2010

monday's prayer

 
Don't Be Cruel == The Residents
Formely performed by Elvis Presley

You know I can be found,
Sittin' home all alone.
If you can't come around,
At least please telephone.
a-Don't be cruel to a heart that's true.

Baby, if I a-made you mad,
For something I might have said,
Please, let's forget my past,
The future looks bright ahead.
a-Don't be cruel to a heart that's true.

I don't want no other love.
a-Baby, it's just you I'm thinkin' of.

Mmmm.
Don't stop thinkin' of me,
a-Don't a-make me feel this way,
Come on over here and love me,
You know what I want a-you to say.
a-Don't be cruel to a heart that's true.

Why should we be apart?
I really love you baby, cross a-my heart.

Let's walk up to the preacher,
And let us say I do.
Then you'll know you'll have me,
And I'll know that I'll have you.
a-Don't be cruel to a heart that's true.

I don't want no other love.
a-Baby, it's just you I'm thinkin' of.

a-Don't be cruel (oo-oo-oo),
To a heart that's true.
Don't be cruel (oo-oo-oo),
To a heart that's true.
I don't want no other love.
a-Baby, it's just you I'm thinkin' of.