headshots

headshots
right between the eyes
in cocoon swathed
headshots
he shoots me
he flies my up high
i'm walking on spiderwebs
you're my cocaine
you're me smoky habbit
headshots
he shot me?
she makes you believe..cocaine
she makes you see
she makes you crawl for a little bit
for a kiss
she makes you her own cocaine
poisonous addicted
be-loved be-wanted be-witched
headshots
she shoots cocaines your lips

the ideas in my head and the words i try to put together
they suck today like the've never sucked before!

i'll put on my worn out hat
the rabbits have escaped
the doves got tired and old
no bows no magic tricks
tequilla

drachen f/ü/uttern

Dragon days
And the fire's hot
Like the desert needs water
I need you a lot
D-R-A-G-O-N days
Got me D-R-A-G-G-I-N



dragonday
like picnic in the basket
instead of breakfast in bed
like breakfast with dragons
coffe tastes sweet today
the dragons fly around
between coffe-sips
in watermelon frosting dipped
he tasted like watermelon
like dragonflies
on the blue sky
like coffe
like marzipan


gnaaaa i'll work on this one tomorrow...
!sotm jamie foxx-extravaganza^^

dance macabre

I almost
ran over an angel
He had a nice big fat cigar
"In a sense" he said "You're alone here
So if you jump you best jump far"

spring-ish is getting here

spring in my head
and the flowers bloom there
there's spring in my mind
and the bees are buzzing
the beekeeper wears funny hat
there's spring in my head
it's getting warm and it's getting spring-ish
spring spring spring
its' yellow-green

podwojne zycie panny weroniki

podwojne zycie weroniki
z publicznym szaletem w tle
w rozjazdach zajazdach przejazdach ujazdach
na chwile... w paszporcie mis
podwojne zycie panny weroniki
smaki i chlopcy
milosci i wlosy
skrecone, raz proste
nie skomponowal jej presiner muzyki
komeda kolysanek nutami na kartke tez nie
a wlasna sciezka..czasem dzwiekowa
i zakretow tyle tyle o ile
w pociagu przeciag i zaciag i uciag i pociag tez
podwojne zycie panny weroniki
dwa sluby bezdzietne
obraczki trzy
podwojne zycie
i nikt nic nie wie
tylko odbicie...i weronika gdzies w tle

game over

i've kiled them all
i've picked all lives up
first aid-s and weapons
have swamm over oceans
in untouched frisour
nano-cloths
never dirty never wet never worn
i've killed them all
i've climbed every hill
mountain
i've driven all cars
defeated each zombie
have saved the temples
piramides and tropics
i have to find my bed now
forgot to eat and sleep
and my tushie aches like hell
i've killed them all
without going out
without seeing people
me- braveheart

angelzzz

i've almost run over an angel
i thought i'd hide
under his wings
but the angel has taken
his black cigar out
has looked at me and said
i was an angel
but you've made me real
so don't mind taking my aureole
they don't want them back
when they call you off
they just turn the shining down
i've almost run over an angel
he got realy drunk while talking to me
i wanted to hide
he started eating aples
with snake whispering into his ear
you've made me real he said blabing
don't mind taking this waitness of my face
my wings wouldn't make me fly anyway
so take them..but please don't stay
i've almost run over an angel
scarry meeting
tricky one i guess
i've forgotten to mention it
while talking to god last week

candy song

i'm not vanilla
thought marzipan
indeed..?said she
not even almost not even touched of
whatever...don't care...
what a candy might have said
i'm not vanilla
getting things done
smashing glasses 'round
getting into a real mess
painting ...my face every morning
i'd break...
but you're somewhere there
i'm not vanilla
never have been
this almost- girl
this almost in love
this almost away
in this almost pretty dress
i'm not vanilla
tasting different tastes
tasting red bull on the late nights
tasting martini before the clock's hands
would meet up
i'm not vanilla

mehr retro

look i'm standing naked before you
i wouldn't claim the innocence
less romance but please some more retro
retro-spection retro-vision a bit of retro
the details scarry go under my skin
who would ever use this freaky lamp
the monroes' girl has just overdosed
her colorful face in four squares framed
while warhol has been finishing his campbells can
look i'm standing naked before you
want less romance more retro..i guess
retro-vision or retro-spection
awful collors on the carpet
i need rejection
maybe ...may be it's just the weather
madonna virgin-like with jeans-bow in her hair
maybe may be we'll grow old together
while wharhol is getting famous
he and his campbells can
maybe may be.. like flower power
we will smoke a little bit weed..
look i'm standing naked before you
a little bit stoned
tired a tiny bit
you're smiling lightly
you say what i'm singin
less romance..and some more retro..please

wait-ress

the waitresses
waiting in line, resting, wrestling
black labeled those waitresses
so tip her
you know her name
you meet her every day
she didn't pass her exam
forgot your coffee again
in line labeled
she smokes too much in the kitchen
her lover has run away
her cat miaus so loud
so tip her
she spent last night over martini glass
talking to strange bartender
so now her eyes .. are dark
just tip her
she was speeding this time
she painted herself doll-like
she wears your favourite perfum again
so tip her..

candy sweeeeet

look after my dreams
come whenever you want to
sometimes i like
just climb the way high
and stare at the stars
come over whenever you want to
and take care of my dreams
so they don't fall apart
so they don't run away
look after my dreams
the candy candy sweet
take care of me
whenever you want to...

not about love

i'd dream about caramel
kootchie kootchie goo
if you wanted i would stay
but whatever happens
i'd dream of caramel
i'd sing mad songs
and would frame strange faces
we could stay in bed...
days..months..ages
we could dream of caramel
do you remeber how i used to
wear only green
for months listen to the same song
eat only tangarines
do you remember how you gave my poem
to a strange girl
and she's fallen
we could dream of caramel
in bed under the pillows
of caramel of caramel

one million <3 messages

so why why why
the kites on the clouds
ribbon-like
and why i realy wanna know why
in my martini glass
the heart shaped ice cubes melt down
and i don't know why
she's wearing my dress
wearing my lipstick
why she smells like you
like i used to...
and i don't know why
the why-s are coming back
to change all my friday plans
to change the playlists playsongs
all those playings
and why oh why
i'm listening to you
i'm still listening to you
stupid blind heart
foolish hollow muscle
so why so why
do i change and redecorate
i realy don't know
why do i leave them all
without this scent

upside down

i just float around
you know me now...
singing to the clouds
i catch the raindrops
and then the sudden lightning
it just breaks my heart
it just breaks my heart
you must wonder
when the grass so green
and the golden leaves fall
and i have to cry
and i have to cry
and the funeral is passing by
when we take a walk
when wee fool around
and i have to smile
and i have to smile...
and that's how i'm falling
when you're there and i yell
but when you go
it would break my heart
it would break my heart
so why won't you just stay....