Monsters of Folk Rock

CD, veröffentlicht im Jahr 2000

 

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Titel auf dieser CD:

Shot of Love *

Subterranean Homesick Blues *

Silvio *

Drifter's Escape *

Goin' to Acapulco *

Friend of the Devil **

Flying

My heart is flying, my nerves are flying
My feet are flying fast
Dogs are flying, cats are flying
Chicken only first class
Ev’rybody knows, ev’rybody sees
Ev’rybody‘s flying, ev’rybody exept me
Words are flying, thoughts are flying
From a flying mind
The duck is flying, the wok is flying
The cook is right behind
Ev’rybody knows, ev’rybody sees
Ev’rybody‘s flying, ev’rybody exept me
Watching the elephants fly
Feeling so heavy as I try
Watching the elephants fly
Feeling heavy
Pens are flying, papers flying
Right into the bin
Questions flying
Answers are flying in the wind
Ev’rybody knows, ev’rybody sees
Ev’rybody‘s flying, ev’rybody exept me

Brainfever

There’s a man over there, with an elephant feet
He’s talking to me, when I sleep
He’s murmuring words of relief
The cat is eating the mould of the cheese
While my head is humming like a swarm of bees
My mama servers a prayer for me
Then she serves me another tea
While I’m stuck in the middle of a dream
The cat is sleeping on the chair
While the bird is so high up in the air
Brainfever `fore the sun comes up
Some things will never stop
I look into this past, I step to the future
This brainfever‘s gonna last
Seven sisters are flying at noon
Each one of them is singing a soft tune
Two men died neath the Mississippi moon
The bird is singing a song for me
While the cat is full of curiousity
At night timt I drink a poppy-juice
Elephant man comes up with some excuse
I can feel the smell of abuse
Someone else is feeding the cat
While mama has already gone to bed
Brainfever `fore the sun comes up
Some things will never stop
I look into this past, I step to this future
This brainfever‘s gonna last

Power Cuts

Thunderstorm, Papaya leaves come down
I look for the night clerk
But he can’t be found
I grab for the lights-witch
With an achin‘ head
Tropical heat in my bed
The ocean is wild
And so is the rain
Maybe all my prayers are in vain
The ceiling fan is broken
My thoughts are beyond control
Some seabird is picking my soul
Power Cuts
Power Cuts
Outside, it’s raining Coconuts
I get up now
To make an emergency call
But there’s no generator on at all
Then I light up my last Navy Cut
The night is black and I give up
Power Cuts
Power Cuts
Outside, it’s raining Coconuts
I think of a daytime
When ev’rything was so cool and smooth
We sat in a beach cafe
Drinking cold lemon juice
I get up by the next morning
And talk to Ms. Thomas
She said, „I never made any promise“
The ocean is calm now
The water is warm
All my troubles are gone with the storm
Power Cuts
Power Cuts
I step outside to pick up some Coconuts

Summer of 99

In 99 I was 33
Younger than yesterday as far as I Know
I was born way back in 66
On the night Bob Dylan played his first Melbourne show
But there’s no use in collecting
Times and dates
There is no use in dating
Someone who can’t wait
In the summer of 99
It all came crashing down
I was a fool for her
She was fooling around
When I told her that I loved her
She panicked and left town
There’s no use in collecting
Sad and strange affairs
Falling in love is the same to me
As falling down the stairs
In the summer of 99
It all came crashing down
I still remember the days at the pool
Of sunlight and sunlotion
Where I decided to grow my belly
To carry my emotion
There is no use in collecting
People and things
Digging for potatoes
Or digging for golden rings
In the summer of 99
It all came crashing down

Liqueur

In the temper of my night
I fight with a „Black Knight“
Although I know it is illegal
I wrestle with the „Golden Eagle“
I was knocked out by a heavy load of booze
I was drinking out of my shoe, I lost my wife
Liqueur ruins the country
It ruins your family, it ruins your life
I was staying up in cheap hotels
I listened to church bells
Many gentlemen they came and went
Now all my money’s spent
I was knocked out by a heavy load of booze
I was drinking out of my shoe, I lost my wife
Liqueur ruins the country
It ruins your family, it ruins your life
I suppose, there is no sunrise for me
It’s getting dark, too dark to see
The bagpiper is sleeping on a chair
Noone is going anywhere
I was knocked out by a heavy load of booze
I was drinking out of my shoe, I lost my wife
Liqueur ruins the country
It ruins your family, it ruins your life

Kisses & Beer

You are so real
That it really hurts
You are so true, you don´t have to prove
The tyres squeal
Stuck in the dirt
I put on my shoes, but I don´t want to move
I remember, riding home alone in the rain
I remember, doing it again
Your eyes full of laughter, your hands filled with tears
But nothing was sweeter, than kisses and beer
We drank up the nights
Sunglassed in the morning
Neither one of us knew, when it was time to stop
We started to fight
And disregarded warnings
Now we´re left on our own, to finish it all up
I tried to explain myself in all those letters
I know by now, that I should have done better
You said, you didn´t love me and it was oh so clear
That nothing was sweeter, than kisses and beer
Time has come to say goodbye
One last embrace, one last look, straight into eachother´s eyes
Too close to remain as friends and never again that near
When nothing was sweeter, than kisses and beer.

* by Bob Dylan
** by Garcia/Hunter/Dawson
all other Songs by Klapdor/Nøtzelsen/Smith