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John 1:1 In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. In my creative expression as writer and musician, producing text is of primary importance, audio secondary and video is of tertiary importance to me. The philosopher writes and speaks, the novelist and poet uses language figuratively, and the songwriter is pairing words lyrically with music to enhance the…

Denn ich will diesen Weg nicht mehr alleine gehen

lch war auch nie anders, nicht anders als jetzt

Sad sat in school, i met a princess

She was young, she was tight

And her name was Francis

Oh, she`s so perfect in white

But i`m not perfect in black

No means no, Teacher, never

We don`t fit together

Goat-whore, fornication and twincest

I`m spreading a little rumor

About Francis

Cause her curls are so damn blood-stained blonde,

And I, well, im just a Samara-,,Sex Bomb"

Come on, I`ll tell you something about

Francis

She gives me her sweet apple sauce

Ill gave her scratches

Let me taste your salty volcano

Where I can still strike my matches

Sweet plums soaked in honey pots

Yes, I thought about it a lot

I`ve been thinking about burning Francis

I`ve been thinking about burning Francis

Without trouble and without consequences

I want you on fire in my backseat

Francis

Like a damn holy witch

Want you to look in my blue ,,Fuck me"-Eyes, bitch

Silly, sweet and angelic Francis

Say hello to my boyfriends Smith and Wesson

Say hello to the cocks made of steel

Kiss the Prom Queen-Annihilator

Damn, Francis

Are you even real?

She gives me her sweet apple sauce

Ill gave her scratches

Let me taste your salty volcano

Where I can still strike my matches

Sweet plums soaked in honey pots

Yes, I thought about it a lot

I`ve been thinking about burning Francis

I`ve been thinking about burning Francis

Your boyfriend is the unfriendly ghost in my night

The devil beats the rythm to his damn bright light

And when I ask him ,,Where is your little Francis?"

Then he says ,,Chewed up, devoured and spit it out, my little princess!"

Down with your sickness

There is no Francis

Yeah, she makes fun about me

So I make fun about her

And I laugh hollowly in my cell

Forever together

With Francis

Text by: Tiziana-Jasmin Gerber

Picture: ,,Lola" from ,,The Loved Ones"

Quelle: MovieInsider

Es gibt eine wohl eher kurze Lesung von Torsten Sträter, dem Kabarettisten, mit einer deutschen Übersetzung  des James Brown Hits  mit dem Titel „Sex Machine“ aus den frühen 70er Jahren. Das ist sehr, sehr witzig. Die Langversion von James Brown – immerhin der „Godfather of Soul“-  dauert wohl ganze 11 Minuten. Sie lebt von Wiederholungen. Für James Brown war das eine gute Möglichkeit, seine…

I`m in love with the day Even through I chained on my bed Even though a bullet named Glenn Shot a hole in my head

You call me sweetie And little mouse And you`ll do everything for me You would even kill my friends Light up the fuckin suburgatories

Oh, its wrath, baby, wrath Writhe with wrath under my hand Dont worry little sister My plan will take us straight to dreamland Spit, baby, spit But dont make too many demans Dont wrap sand into my eyes Or i`ll destroy your little cun…

I`m in love with the day Today you brought me some books About Himmler, about Stalin And rave about how evil I look

The dead flesh from your whores Already falling from your bones And you suck my slimy juice Like fucking clotted cream off the scones

Suffer, baby, suffer Suffer long and well under my hand If you really want it I'll take you to my dreamland Slit, baby, slit Slit your fuckin wrists I hug you so damn hardcore Til you choke onto your own abyss

Oh howd i love to promise That im a good guy But i believe you make me hurt and suffer And you make me wanna die

Oh howd i love to promise That one day ill be your groom But you make me soft, so fuckin human I`m too scared To get lost in my own doom

I`m in love with the day I purr like a black cat The kind that witches possess Who eats a hole in your head?

You call me bitch And dirty brat And your little tied-up baby But i`m just a freak on a leash In the hell of a suburgatory Songtext by: Tiziana Jasmin Gerber Cover: Book ,,Suburbian Hell" by Tuccero, Danili

He`s got the eyes of a devil, glowin like deathly stars Like a freaky pidy piper playin a bloody guitar And if you feel alone he wraps you in his cold ,,You and me together in a deep dirty hole“

Run into the forest, playing ,,Hide and Seek“ Like a vampire he bites a kiss on your cheek A really bad messiah who ties you up with some wire Til he drowns you in the lake and set your brain on fire

Cause hes a serial killer boy stabbing you with a knife You can try to run away but he will eat you alive Hes doing very bad things and he`s doing them right And if he likes your face Your valentine will look like blood tonight

His mother was a whore, huh, i mean he likes it rough Shes the only private dancer in his one-man horror show He eats his spaghetti with her head on the top Let the ACBCs comin I don`t give a fuck

Cause hes a serial killer boy stabbing you with his knife Youll try to run away but hell eat you alive Hes doing very bad things and hes doing them right And if he likes your face Youll always look on the bright side of life

And theyll say, hes so innocent And he says, ,,I saw the light“ Mr. Jailor, just set him free, take him home to Jesus Christ And little Paulie whispers ,, ill repent and ill purge“ Cause a burning womens body is my own holy church

….

Hes got the eyes of the devil, glowin like deathly stars Like a freaky pide piper, playin a bloody guitar But one day in its darkness came this little bird A really bad girl who hated the world

Shes a borderline girl, hes a serial killer boy A fucking couple from hell, but we`ll hope you enjoy Together against the world, united in their scars The streets are paved with cops and thousand stolen cars

Shes a borderline girl, hes a serial killer boy Shes a borderline girl, hes a serial killer boy Shes a borderline girl, hes a serial killer boy

And if you likes your face And if you likes your heart And if you likes your scars… Songtext by: Tiziana Jasmin Gerber Picture: Paul Bernardo & Karla Homolka