Body
Distance
Delusion
Erosion and confusion
Construction
Isolation
And oversexualisation
Take that body away from me now
She
She´s getting lost every night
I´m glad I´m dancing by her side
So beautiful, I can´t stand
A beauty, devoid of taint
I wish to save her life again
She waits for you in hidden places
She waits for you right at the bar
You will ignore her when you meet
You will ignore her at the street
What are you longing for ?
What are you waiting for?
You don´t care anymore
I´m searching for her night and day
The city swallowed her anyway
One accident i wish to happen
Just to save her life again
Old
parts
I can´t feel my legs
And then my hands
And then my nose, my mouth, my skull, my brain
Will our old parts be the same?
Will our old skin keep touching each other ?
Will it be the same?
And when our old hearts still bear one another
Will it be the same ?
Will yours speed as well ?
And when our old hearts will have touched each other, will it be the same
?
And when our old old skin still bear one another, will it be the same
dog/doll
you can treat me like a dog
you can treat me like a doll
you can hit me like a king
you can treat me like a queen
you are so beautiful tonight
and if not everybody´s a beauty
then nobody is, then nobody is
Weeping
over my ideals
Stereotyped
Constructed
Grown up divided
In positions with predefined and different definitions.
In front of bodies and belongings
I´m standing here, not sure
If the hat, the base, the beat
Can beat my words, my words, my words, my words
I´m weeping over my ideals
And I have to tell you right away
I have to tell you here and now
That it splits me up inside
It splits me up inside
I´m not here to entertain you
I´m not here to see you
Again again and again
It´s no matter of money
It´s no matter of time
It´s no matter of sex
Or technical knowledge
That´s my positive wild dream
Weeping over my queer feminist ideals
Normalized
Watching us cry on stage
Watching us loosing weight
Working our problems off
Drinking our problems away
Beautiful boys, beautiful girls
Categorized, normalized
Beautiful boys, beautiful girls
The brighter they shine,(the) more desperate I am
Glass
Made of glass
Made of stone
Made of gold
Made of storm
Made of steel
Made of fire
Filled with madness
And desire
Found in cities
Thrown in dust
Found in Memphis
Bruised and bust
Feels so sad
Needs more loving
Stolen, broken, taken, acing
Take it when you go away
It is used to misery
I don´t need it anymore
Heavy, poor, acing and sore
Take it
When you go
Take it
When you go away
It will be smashed to pieces
It will tear us apart
it will be thrown in the dirt and dust
chained or shattered
Take it when you go away
It is used to misery
I don´t need it anymore
Heavy, poor, acing and sore
it was once just like a home
now it is an empty room
take it´s pieces off the floor
I don´t need them anymore
Projection
screens
You´re a huge projection screen for me
and just that is what i am for you
mirrored in modes we want to view
reflected things i mean to you
big secrets
murder mysteries
shadows on the wall
nothing more
year after year
´till the time of coffin will come
this is what we are
this is more than we can bear
this is what you are
this is what i am for you
Goodbye
say goodbye to Pat
and say goodbye to the president
say goodbye to yourself
you´re a nice guy, you´re a nice guy
goodbye to my hair, my heart and my cunt
goodbye to my soul, my skin and my mole
I will see, I will see