This is for the people who inspired me For the dancers and the freaks who filled my heart This is for the people who invite me And offer me a bed between the stars You saved my day In case we’d never meet again I thank you This is for the ones who shared their beauty This is for the people who I love For the foxes and the ladies who convinced me That there truly are some good souls in this world You saved my day I’m so sorry I forgot to say “I thank you.” I thank you You saved my day It turned into a glorious day I thank you I thank you I thank you for all.

we check our new invention we've called it spacecar it's clever built construction's made to reach the stars we're lifting off the ground touching the clouds drunken angels blaming us for burning down their towns hotel room supper waits but we do not appear until now noone had noticed we're not there mayday! we're going to sink in a spacecake our master is leading us into disaster mommy! i've got an ache in my tummy could you leave the light on tonight? We choose a new direction it's getting too quiet we thought to hear a goggle box that played good tunes tonight our map is leading us into nowhere we've never seen this place before of course we do not care did you see the shooting star that crawled with elephants? let's wish we'd never have to go to bed again... mayday! we're going to sink in a spacecake our master is leading us into disaster mommy i've got an ache in my tummy could you leave the light on tonight? could you leave the light on tonight...?

The vampires come The vampires come They come to have a party They’ re dressed in white They’ re so polite I’d like them to invite me The vampires dance They winsomely dance They know how to impress me And these charming lips Of Roberta Smisss If they only could undress me I sent her roses from my bed But with a twinkle she regrets: “I won’t fall in love with a garlic clove. I won’t fall in love with a garlic clove.” The vampires booze And how they can booze They know this from the cradle They’re cheating cards with the spiders from mars and drink them under the table The vampires sing The vampires swing Oh, Roberta- please confuse me! I`ll be lost in hell I’m underneath your spell If you only could abuse me I’m so lonely in my bed I’d like to kiss the Dead instead But they won’t make love to a garlic clove Won’t make love to a garlic clove I’d like to join their company But they are keeping clear of me They won’t fall in love with a garlic clove They’ ll never be in love with a garlic clove. (oohoohoohooohoooo....)

I never noticed her, she was too small She used to hide inside my sandbox walls She said I was the nicest boy around But all I answered was: “I tell your mom you spoiled my house!” She played the base-drum in a big parade I saw her marching on the first of may I shouted from the crowd her sound was great But all she answered was: “I don’t understand one word you say!” We were older when we met in a pub She loved the Beatles and the Wizard of Oz I made her mixtapes full of heartshaped songs But all she answered was: “I sold my tapedeck years ago.” So I invited her to dance at last I'm not a dancer, but I tried my best And as I concentrated on my steps She left me standing and went over there to join her friends Somehow we made it to this riverboat The moon was shining, but she’d lost her coat So hard she trembled, so I offered her mine But all she answered was: “No need for that, I’m feeling fine.” and more and more it feels like we’re simply not meant to fall in love. Last time I met her on a sunny day She had just been divorced of husband Ray She said: ”Hello...” with a wink in her eye But I said: “Sorry! I have to be at home in time!” More and more I’m sure that we’re simply not meant to fall in love. No. No. No. No. - we will never make it No. No. No. No. - we’re not meant to fall in love she only whispers when she speaks I'm only staring at my feet we are too clumsy to succeed guess we’re not meant to fall in love No. No. No. No. -We will never make it No. No. No. No. -We’re not meant to fall in love No. No. No. No.- We will never make it. We will never fall in love.

there's a little monster in my bed and says: “You're dead! You're really dead!” to call an ambulance makes no sense there is no doubt- you bid the ground there's no need to be amazed and make this flabbergasted face I tell you: so many people are dead but don't feel so they pose alive but in fact it's a freak show so many people are dead but don't feel so I've got their lives in my bag now I need yours” then the tiny hairy monster started to dance and he jumped around and made a face like a clown and said: “I'm in a hurry, so pack your stuff! It's nearly quarter to eight and I don't want to be late- it's a slightly different hell, but we've got a prime time there as well just like you're used to... so many people are dead but don't feel so their lines are definitely flat just their beards grow so many people are dead but don't think so in fact they rot in their beds and they stink so” but then I kicked the little monster out of my bed and said: “Hey, Gnome- that's the end of your show! I don't believe a single word you say. I love my life and you waste my time! Over there you see the door! Don't want to smell you here anymore- and don't forget your slimy shoes- the only one who stinks is you!” and as the little monster jumped out of my window I sang him this tune: “So many monsters are dead but don't feel so they like to see you upset so they tease you So many monsters are dead as the pope is you gotta give them the boots without notice all your monsters are dead! so kick them out of your head! all your monsters are dead! so kick them out of your head!”

1. in the corner of the park in the day and in the dark stands a seller of red balloons one is shaped like a chewing gum bubble and another one’s a smiling moon when I go to sleep at night I prepare to take a flight On my favourite red balloon Who spits fire like a magic dragon And I know he’ll be my best friend soon We’ll run races against the airplanes And play hide and seek in the clouds My dragon will carry me forward To the hillside where he was born To the hillside where he was born... 2. when the sun began to rise I pulled my fathers arm and cried: “Oh, please buy me a red balloon! It’s my only wish in this wide world. Please, Daddy- make my dream come true...” But Daddy growled at me instead: “Only nonsense in your head! There’s no use for a red balloon! You’d better learn how to count and save money ´cause you’ll gonna be a grown-up soon...” Could not hold back all my teardrops That went to run down my cheeks Should I never be riding this dragon Who’s so lonely and will wait for me? He’s so lonely and will wait for me 3. so I ran and went down to the park with my bike as fast as you can when you’re five did not recognize that I cried until I arrived 4. in the corner of a bench with a bottle in his hand sat the seller of red balloons but his balloons had all gone with the wind and now he didn’t know what to do so I took him by the hand and I asked him ‘bout my friend and he said: “Well, your red balloon... he took also the ride with the wind but I’m sure he’ll find his way back home.” but he drew me, As a present, A picture of me and my friend And he put it into my pocket And said: “I hope we’ll meet again!” He said: “I hope we’ll meet again!” ...he said: “I hope we’ll meet again” but I never saw his face again...

If all the people in the world agreed That every childhood should be lived in peace And every child became a proper man Who’d never think to hold a gun in his hand The NRA would lose all memberships Courts would close and crime would not exist And all policemen who got rid of work Would teach the students how to sing like a bird Will we be better Will there be good weather In our painted world? Will we be easy? Or will we stay as greedy as before? Can we be sure? no. no. no. no. no. If all computers in the world would crash We’d pile them up to see them burn down to ash And as there was no world wide web anymore it could be nice to ask a neighbour next door And if your neighbours find an answer again And stop to gaze into their idiot lamps I believe one billion neighbours will leave their flats So overwhelmed to see the sunball set Will we be better And pull ourselves together In our painted world? Will it be the dawn of new era? Or the calm before the terror storms again? Can you be sure, my friend? no. no. no. no. no. Will we be better Will it even matter In our painted world? Will everything be hunky-dory? Or is heaven just too boring without hell? Can we ever tell? no. no. no. no. no.

1. we hear a sound from underground this is the sign we raise our heads jump out of bed it’s time to leave they use to say we`d waste our days on stupid dreams we know they sigh we know they cry but what do they know .... about us? 2. We climb the trees and sail the seas that’s what we need we see it’s true the sky is blue just like our souls we’re floating proud through our favourite clouds which are shaped like birds we say hello to a crow named Joe what does he know... about us? What the hell does he know... about us? 3. I am the ground You are the fire We are the air And the only thing we have to fear is fear itself we’re looking down and have to laugh about their cars all stuck in these roads where will they go? What the hell do they know... about us? What the hell do they know about us? they’ll never know about us.

We're two sailors on the river of time we're two of one kind your ship is as clapped-out as mine but still floats with the tide your route was as tangled as mine don't you think this is true? Though the water here's peaceful and quiet we still can't get rid of this blues we don't want to get old but get older every day and still try to get by but we'd like to get wise for once wiser than today on this river of time we've seen thunder, tornadoes and storms we've been so sick from the sea became familiar with the hush that comes after the war and this haunting thirst to be free yearning and heavy waved our souls on the breeze embracing the world with one hand and we eavesdropped the grasshopper's songs in the field that tought us the blues once again we don't want to get old but get older every day and still try to get by on our way to get wise for once wiser than today on this river of time we're all sailors on the river of time we're all drifting through life some others have sunken too soon but somehow we survived and all those years we set sails side by side, you and I now we notice it's true so we set course to the mouth and take the youth in our hearts towards the ocean of blue and accept to get old and to get older day by day that we try to get by and we'll never be wise not even wiser than today but for today I don't mind so let's go ahead and waft down overboard, land on the pillows of the waves and dream away with the tide I would like to swim home and I feel home when I'm with you in the river of time ...and I won't let you pass 'cause we'll be passing anyway on the river of time

1. Not any gifted writer could tell me how my story goes And not any taxidriver could tell me when I lost my road And not any entertainer could sing away my troubled mind And not any of my failures could teach me how to get them right And there isn’t anyone who tells me where I’ve been And noone who tells me what I need I‘m alone on this road and don’t know where to go Waiting for a route advisor at the crossroads Who tells me where the fuck I’ll be alive 2. not any kind of mother could tell this son the sense of war and not any education could ever teach him what we’re fighting for and not any “Hallelujah!” would lead his heart a way to God and he’s longing for a true love- but overlooks the love he’s got and there isn’t anyone who’ll ever notive when he cries and noone who’ll ever know how hard he tries to find a place that feels like home where he could rest his restless bones he failed to find a sole survivor on his journey who could tell him why the fuck he is alive 3. and not any famous painter could ever draw her eyes the way they are and no moral keeper told me if she’s been the one I was meant for she’s the only one I wait for, but for now I have to let her fly ‘cause not any kind of sweet home would ever make a bird forget the sky and nobody in this world could ever tell me how to leave to travel west while my heart lies in the east and I’m afraid that I could die without her teardrops by my side but stunned by brilliant beams of sunlight rising above us I guess it’s time to be alive again