Ave Pingus

I put leather beneath my soles to insulate
a lever between our souls to isolate
I let her behold my sole emotion – hate
wrote a letter before it’s too late

I got a present for you – lost in the woods
It’s a little baby monkey, making a scene
It’s got a heart of gold and your name tattoed on his tongue
every night he puts up a show; playing your emotions

Ave Pingus

I’ve got a pheasant for you – lost in the woods
I’ve got a headache for you, know what I mean?

We got it under control – the monkey’s got it under control

Motorik

Sitting in metal, looking at plants
Living in concrete, lookting through glass
Putting plants in my mouth
Pointing arm to the south

It’s so easy, it’s so easy

Shaking body laying on the ground
Receiving sound in the ear
Twisting mouth while making these words
Processing sound that I hear

Oh, I’m gonna keep it easy
Can you switch the light?
’cause I’m living in it,
tell me when to stop
’cause the sky has turned white

Surfing Microwaves

Out surfing on the microwaves
Face to face to with an empty space
Lay like dust on a grave during earthquake
Hand in hand with the unplanned

Dive, dive, dive, dive…
Surf or dive!

Way too small to magnify, put it on the weight
It’s about to qualify
Measuring the value,
there is time to decimate

Surf’s up and the market’s down
No. 3 is your number one clown!
Too alive call the liquidator
When in doubt check the online translator

Donate an organ to electrify,
we need a brain
Brand new prototype
Putting your axe to the max
Get ready to decapitate
We need a brain!

Chocolate Tower

Like a kangaroo with AIDS
Like a pussy on roller-blades
Like a maggot with two tattoos
Like a skinhead who sings the blues,
what do you know?

When it’s time to calibrate the paper weight
Like a chocolate tower made with hate

Going skiing in Iran,
bringing my recorder as I step across the border,
and I lost my luggage in shadowland,
what can you do?

Over my dead head

You will never be alive until you take your
first dive into knick-knack, skylacks, carjacks, hacks and smokestacks
Now it’s time to calibrate your fate

Like a Buddha filled with rage
Like a turtle that’s underage
how do you do?

When it’s time to calibrate the paper weight
Like a chocolate tower made with hate

Sunblock

Read the news today: somehow
it’s raining water from above
Due to atmostpheric pressure
there’s a change in your pleasure

Drifting in from the south clouds of rain
it’s profane, but in vain
I keep praying for sun when there’s none
not today – maybe in May?

Putting on a sweater, tying my bootlace
Putting on my raincoat
and some sunblock just in case

Maybe in May
We’ll be gay on the bay

Lame and Lumber

You mingle with crippled, you carry the wood
No wonder you’re tired, so I say you should

Leave your lame and your lumber.

Right out of the crutches we stumble,
the forest will grow itself back, so they mumble.
You fumble and toil in the soil and you crumble,
deep down inside of the jungle there’s rumble

You mingle with crippled, you carry the wood
No wonder you’re tired so I say you should
Leave your lame and your lumber

Lily

Lily was afraid you dying
walking the dirt of life
Maybe get a bicycle
Ride around the world

She said: “Meet me tonight,
by the old railway track
I’ll be wearing my fake diamond
and a bell around my neck”

Lily left the apartment,
left the key in the door
Tried to forget what everyone had told her,
hoping for just a little bit more

She said: “Meet me tonight,
by the old railway track.
I’ll be wearing my fake diamond,
and a bell around my neck”

The Pervert and the Virgin

Ding, dong, you cannot go wrong
come sing along
Wam, bam you’r hit by a ram
Jam, ham and spam
Ping pong; the game and the song

Waiting for the man,
no crime in understanding

Desolation of the defiance
Hopeless, burning aggression
Come see the violence inherent in the system!
Material possessions
We’re gonna rise! Tonight!

I’m waiting for someone; it might be the man,
but there is one thing I can’t understand
the songs of tomorrow
may bring happiness and sorrow
The pervert and the virgin hand in hand

Going to El Mundo
’cause I left my foggy condo
on the border of the promised land
Foolish intermezzo
I will never be depressed, no
gonna have a taste of pie and ginger ale

Waiting for the man,
no crime in understanding

Not another Nutcase

Made a lot of faces,
now they have found you’ve been playing around
everybody knows
Time to get away

You stayed all night
Drank all my favourite scotch
Had all the answers
you stole my father’s watch

Not another nutcase
out of the shell, feeling better than well
Everybody grows
Not another new face
You are the one that reminds me what’s gone,
why you had to run

Everything grows, no-one told me
Everyone grows, glad you told me that
You’re such a lovely person

We stayed all night
Drank all my favourite scotch
and had all the answers
I found my father’s watch

The Hurricane Spoof

The gentlemen surround themselves with heads of dead gazelles.
The goldfish laughing bubbles at the stories that they tell.
The sentimental dragon, the sarcastic little bee.
Dying, living creatures, breeding the sea.

Look behind the curtain, a tiny golden door,
inside is a paper, about the coming war.
Play your piano, or a game of chess.
Put on your Stetson or your finest dress.

We really liked your spoof at the hurricane roof.
The ocean will swallow and everyone will rage.

Here comes the water. Learn to forget.

How does your face match your grace?
How does your eye reflect the sky?
Counting them like numbers,
ending up with none.

Run, pan burned, smoke, skin fries, speech, tale told, sing, rhyme, lies.
Animated dolls eyes. Bedtime stories, sleep well, good byes

Here comes the water, learn to forget

We really liked your spoof at the hurricane roof.
The ocean will swallow and everyone will rage.