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Den Text zu diesem Song schrieb mein Freund Richard Bellinghausen. Er erzählt eine Crime-noir Geschichte, wie sie Dashiell Hammet oder Raymond Chandler geschrieben haben könnte. Vielleicht erinnern sich die Älteren von euch noch an Filme wie Der Maltheser Falke.
Die Musik stammt von mir, und ich habe in diesem Song auch die meisten Gesangsparts übernommen. Claudia Theisen singt die hohe Backgroundstimme im Chorus.
Edit 15.10.20: Durch einen Fehler in Cubase fehlte eine wichtige Gitarrenspur. Deshalb musste ich den Song heute nochmal hochladen.
Die Musik stammt von mir, und ich habe in diesem Song auch die meisten Gesangsparts übernommen. Claudia Theisen singt die hohe Backgroundstimme im Chorus.
Edit 15.10.20: Durch einen Fehler in Cubase fehlte eine wichtige Gitarrenspur. Deshalb musste ich den Song heute nochmal hochladen.
Pale blue moon reflected on the paintings
Take a seat, you look as though you're fainting
Stories not worth buying
Twice shy, been burned often
No doubt you're still lying
Won't fool this private eye
Lady, now your hideout's been uncovered
There's no chance the evidence is smothered
Nearly fell for your elegance, had my senses blurred
Fancy dress, fabricated tears, soft compelling purr
We’ve seen your façade falling
Now that the law's calling
No place you can run to –
Cops in the entrance hall
Your hitman was exhausted and distracted
Missed his aim, the bullet got deflected
Drunken vows, tales of jealousy, said you felt betrayed
Always was 'bout the jewelry, let's call a spade a spade
Stories not worth buying
Twice shy, been burned often
No doubt you're still lying
Won't fool this private eye
Kept me in a flurry with baloney
By the way, those diadems are phony
We’ve seen your façade falling
Now that the law's calling
No place you can run to –
Cops in the entrance hall
Hired gun now sleeping with the fishes
Maybe all your schemes were too ambitious
Soon they'll knock, so excuse me now, no more *hangin' 'round
Quite content with the fire escape, I'll be out of town
Take a seat, you look as though you're fainting
Stories not worth buying
Twice shy, been burned often
No doubt you're still lying
Won't fool this private eye
Lady, now your hideout's been uncovered
There's no chance the evidence is smothered
Nearly fell for your elegance, had my senses blurred
Fancy dress, fabricated tears, soft compelling purr
We’ve seen your façade falling
Now that the law's calling
No place you can run to –
Cops in the entrance hall
Your hitman was exhausted and distracted
Missed his aim, the bullet got deflected
Drunken vows, tales of jealousy, said you felt betrayed
Always was 'bout the jewelry, let's call a spade a spade
Stories not worth buying
Twice shy, been burned often
No doubt you're still lying
Won't fool this private eye
Kept me in a flurry with baloney
By the way, those diadems are phony
We’ve seen your façade falling
Now that the law's calling
No place you can run to –
Cops in the entrance hall
Hired gun now sleeping with the fishes
Maybe all your schemes were too ambitious
Soon they'll knock, so excuse me now, no more *hangin' 'round
Quite content with the fire escape, I'll be out of town
