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Un météorite m'a percé le cœur
Vous, sur la Terre, vous avez des docteurs
Il me faut une transfusion de mercure
J'en ai tant perdu par cette blessure
Contact
Contact
Ôtez-moi ma combinaison spatiale
Retirez-moi cette poussière sidérale
Comprenez-moi, il me faut à tout prix
Rejoindre mon amour dans la galaxie
Contact
Contact
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„Okay, Sie hören Radio Hi Five“
Es ist 30 Minuten nach 12 und bereits 38 Grad Celsius.
Und jetzt haben wir Robert Zimmermann in unserer Wunschhotline am Telefon.
Hey, Junge was möchtest du hören?“+
"We've been observing your Earth!"
„Junge, tut mir leid, ich kann dich nicht gut verstehen.
Du musst etwas näher ans Telefon kommen, okay?
Was möchtest du noch einmal hören?“
"We are observing your Earth!"
„Hey Bob, tut mir leid, Junge, aber das ist nicht auf unserer Playlist.
Übrigens, du klingst toll am Telefon.
Wie auch immer, wenn du uns deinen Wunsch mitteilst,
spielen wir ihn gerne für dich, also her damit!“
"We are observing your Earth!"
„Äh, hör mal, Bob, es tut mir leid, aber wir können nicht...“
"And we'd like to make..."
„Es tut mir leid, Bob, aber.. nein...“
"A contact... ("Uh") With you Baby!"
In your mind you have capacities, you know
To telepath messages through the vast unknown
Please close your eyes and concentrate
With every thought you think
Upon the recitation we're about to sing
Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary, most extraordinary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary, most extraordinary craft
You've been observing our Earth
And we'd like to make
A contact with you
We are your friends
Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary, ultra emissaries
We've been observing your Earth
And one night we'll make
A contact with you
We are your friends
Calling occupants of interplanetary, quite extraordinary craft
And please come in peace, we beseech you
(Only our love we will teach them)
Our Earth may never survive
(So do come, we beg you)
Please, interstellar policeman
Oh, won't you give us a sign?
Give us a sign?
That we've reached you?
(Oh-hoo)
With your mind, you have ability to form
And transmit thought energy far beyond the norm
You close your eyes, you concentrate
Together, that's the way
To send the message, we declare World Contact Day
Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary, most extraordinary craft
(Ah-ah-ah-ah)
(Ah-ah-ah-ah)
(Ah-ah-ah-ah)
Calling occupants...
Calling occupants...
Calling occupants...
Calling occupants...
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Even when we’re sitting in the dark
A wish a tongue a spark
Nobody can destroy us
Nobody can destroy us
Soft as a secret we were never meant to forget
Nobody can destroy us
Nobody can destroy us
Someone words whispers,
carried through the cracks of fear
Nobody can destroy us
Nobody can destroy us
Soft as a secret we were never meant
to forget
Nobody can destroy us
Nobody can destroy us
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(Still) NME No.1
03:18
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Hands stretched out for the other woman
Windows closed until the deal is done
Can’t you spare us just a slight compassion
But you’re reserved for the NME No.1
CHORUS
Hey Ho slay the foe, cheat a friend
Hey Ho slay the foe, cheat a friend
Skin stretched tight over hungry cheekbones
Flesh burned dry under expensive sun
Don’t you stir in your humming coffins
Someone might think you think
And from then on you would have to run
Hands outstretched in a hero’s welcome
Flowers thrown out for newly come
Can’t you smile for the old and familiar
Can’t you wait until all tomorrows have been gone
CHORUS
Hey Ho slay the foe, cheat a friend
Hey Ho slay the foe, cheat a friend
Instrumental
Staying put is the best solution
every feeling dies in the in the long run
having said this makes me feel no better
beauty comes only to those who are living by the gun
Hands outstretched in a hero’s welcome
Flowers thrown out for newly come
Can’t you smile for the old and familiar
Can’t you wait until all tomorrows have been gone
CHORUS:
Hey Ho slay the foe, cheat a friend
Hey Ho slay the foe, cheat a friend
Staying put is the best solution
every feeling dies in the in the long run
having said this makes me feel no better
beauty comes only to those who are living by the gun
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I Calibrate
01:48
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The numbers sleep in plastic trays
Cold hands measure
usable days
I walk a line already drawn
Not lost, just moving on
A signal held in monotone
A thought reduced to skin and bone
I trade delay for simple gain
No need to say it twice again
Outside, outside
Nothing extra, nothing wide
Outside, outside
Keep it clean, keep it tied
A working rule, a minor shift
Enough to feel, not enough to lift
Progress hums at walking speed
Exactly less than what I need
I leave no mark, I make no claim
Just function moving through the frame
If there’s a point, let it wait
I arrive, I calibrate
Outside, outside
What you see is all applied
Outside, outside
Nothing added. Nothing tried.
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Don’t you know, love is everything
Can’t you see, you’re on the wrong side
Don’t you know, love isn’t played like a game
Don’t you know, love is everything
Can’t you see, you’re on the wrong fight
Don’t you know, love is a dangerous game
The reason why I’m telling you this
Is that all you had to walk up was a little kiss
You haven’t been able to say I Love You
You haven’t been able to tell me the truth
I know you got a job, I know you’re leaving town
I know I’m gonna miss you, I admit I’ll be down
But I loose you, while you loose love
You better pray to the lord above
I’ll be the lonely one, you are the fool
Cause you still haven’t learned the overall rule
Don’t you know, love is everything
Can’t you see, you’re on the wrong side
Don’t you know, love isn’t played like a game
Don’t you know, love is everything
Can’t you see, you’re on the wrong fight
Don’t you know, love is a dangerous game
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Your voice, your face, your hair is everywhere
Today my dreams turned into nightmares
In time, I hate to say it, gentlemen
There'll be nothing wonderful here
There'll be nothing left to fear
All the people see me as a fool
All the people say that it's because of you
All the people like to think they care
If you'd shake their hands and stab them
Maybe they'd become sensitive
Now my life I've spent inside this jealousy
It seemed so easy
I could have your beauty for free
When time decides to take this pain away
We'll find our freedom again
We're still gentlemen
All the people see me as a fool
All the people say that it's because of you
All the people like to think they care
If you'd shake their hands and stab them
Maybe they'd become sensitive
All the people see me as a fool
All the people say that it's because of you
All the people like to think they care
If you'd shake their hands and stab them
Maybe they'd become sensitive
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Tennis Boy Blues Berlin, Germany
Tennis Boy Blues was a Berlin band that was together between 1984 and 1986. Founding members were Michael Schäumer (P1/E), the SF-Beat radio presenter and former Dagowops singer Monika Dietl and the Japanese keyboard wizard Yuji Kimura. The band was soon joined by Mattus Simons (Der Moderne Man). ... more
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