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Den Text für unseren Gewinnspielsong "Shades of orange" findet ihr hier.

Lilith

Lilith sings:
Fear is in your eyes
I´ve come to break your sway
Of clay we both were made
You and I

When you call my name
All you hear is the night
Soundless laughter of demons
All my friends

All my friends
Are with me
Do you find satisfaction
Bringing Eve down

Two of us
Out of Gods hand
You were made as my image
How pale you are

Adam sings:
My heart is torn in two
My ribs they hurt so bad
I know I lost my bride
As Eve falls

The sadness of a clown

Put your coat on tight
Leave to the seaside
It’s cold not to cold for a stormy rendez-vous
Clouds are in the sky
And the reed grows high
The daylight is fading and I know what to do

The moon wakes up and the sun goes down
I feel the sadness of a clown

Footprints in the sand
Shells are in my hand
The salt of the sea reminds me of my tears
As the breakers roar
All my memories soar
But now I am free and I don’t regret my fears

The moon wakes up and the sun goes down
I feel the sadness of a clown
The moon wakes up and the sun goes down
I feel the sadness of a clown

another nice & novel afternoon

though I know rain´s falling, tears from the sky.
i hear the guitar girl´s playing strumming a chord.
inside is outside, my mind is a mess,
i´m feeling seasick, but i won´t step over board.

i said you lived twenty days and nineteen nights too long
and when the summer´s over and the autumn begins,
we´ll see who is stronger or who wins.
maybe you´re the biggest fake or you´re the sweetest cake.

just another nice and novel afternoon

you say that you don´t love me, though long time we spent,
but maybe i don´t love you in the end.
don´t tell me yes and then tell me no
wearing your orange dress, come just give it a go.

i hear the phone ringing in my soul,
i fear my heart singing a different song,
and when the cheers are over and we moved along,
a touch of purpose between us in a bodyless role.

just another nice and novel afternoon

the music´s fading in, hope your life isn´t fading out,
i hear the talking crowd, while the songs begin.
after one half an hour it is the last farewell,
the light becomes darker and some records to sell.

just another nice and novel afternoon

Lady with the broken broom

lady with the broken broom standing at the square
looking out for rubbish everywhere
lady with the broken broom looking to the ground
she´s picking up the litter that she found

my lady with the broken broom has no friend or pal
she works from five o'clock until she hears the bell
lady with the broken broom never mess around
that´s the job for other people in this town

i don´t know where she´s from or who she cares for
where she lives or if she´s alone

she´s just my lady with the broken broom

lady with the broken broom standing in the rain
her hair is wet and on her coat a greyish stain
lady with the broken broom moves her broom with grace
and sometimes there´s a smile on her face

but did you ever see me have you noticed
how i helped you finish your work?

`cause you´re my lady with the broken broom

lady with the broken broom will you smile at me
i´ll tell you how happy you could be
lady with the broken broom put your stick aside
marry me and be my bride

and if the square gets dirty we will work it
`till it´s cleaner than it has ever been before

and you´re my lady with the broken broom.

B-B-C-M

he´s driving very fast in his car on the road,
looking for a girl with a parking lot,
the gun between his legs,
is ready to reload.

alone on the street with a blue caravan,
he´s dressed with a blue jeans and a yellow dirty shirt,
an unbearded man
and he knows what it means to show the bird.

(they call him) the bbcm: before breakfast commission man.

he´s working very hard not as fast as he drives,
but you know he always says "i´ve got no nine lives",
a smile on his face, i never realized.

his pornographic magazines, the car and his dog,
are the only things he´s having `round the clock,
a life without a view,
mainly he´s got his cue.

(they call him) the bbcm: before breakfast commission man.

camel light or lucky strike it is always the same fight,
wantin´ beer or wodka-soda, the fridge is empty here.

(they call him) the bbcm: before breakfast commission man.

Times get rough

i don´t want to suffer the pain
don´t want to ride alone, in the train.
sometimes i am wondering, who am i
often i am tumblin, with my eye

i don´t want to leave you alone
i don´t want to die in the rain
and when i´m speaking, in a sempre tone
i know you´re feeling like a lazy bone

i don´t want you leavin´me
i don´t want you hatin´ me

times get rough, times get rough
not big enough, i´m feeling tough.

there is no conversation anymore
looking for sensation in front of my door
walking down the river along the shore
no other place to shiver anymore.

i don´t want you leavin´ me
i don´t want you hatin´ me
i don´t want to lay me down

times get rough, times get rough
not big enough, i´m feeling tough.

i don´t want you leavin´ me
i don´t want you hatin´ me
i don´t want to lay me down
i don´t want to crackle around

times get rough, times get rough
not big enough, i´m feeling tough