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Zweiter Song der "yellow side" des Albums.
Eine durchtriebene Frau, nach einer schönen, aber giftigen Pflanze benannt, ist selbst auf einen Betrüger hereingefallen, als sie Kontakte zu zahlungsfähigen Strippenziehern suchte. Es bleibt nur der Rückzug aus diesem schäbigen Hotelzimmer. Vorbild für die Frauengestalt war die Hochstaplerin Anna Sorokin.
Musik: Roland, Text: Richard, am Gesangsmikro: Roland
Eine durchtriebene Frau, nach einer schönen, aber giftigen Pflanze benannt, ist selbst auf einen Betrüger hereingefallen, als sie Kontakte zu zahlungsfähigen Strippenziehern suchte. Es bleibt nur der Rückzug aus diesem schäbigen Hotelzimmer. Vorbild für die Frauengestalt war die Hochstaplerin Anna Sorokin.
Musik: Roland, Text: Richard, am Gesangsmikro: Roland
Look, Oleander
We both know impostor is your trade
You dive for coins in the fountain
Travel widely even in your sleep
Your pretty face on the silken pillow
Draped on a bed of ruins
Stuck in this bleak hotel room
Unsure of what you're doing
Half-light instead of limelight
I'm no professor Higgins
Never taught a girl how to fly
Look, Oleander
Pure coincidence you saw me shine
Dressed up to kill at the MoMA
When your eyes eventually met mine
Among the most influential people
You sought to meet svengalis
With all the top connections
Picked up the wrong contender
Though from the right collection
How could I have resisted?
Let's just kiss once more, say goodbye
Light-handedly exposed
When you entwined my grateful body
Just like a rambler rose
Drawing on several years of studies
Firstly a dose of you
Proves to be very stimulating
Later it all becomes
Toxic and less intoxicating
You're as lethal as the Spanish flu
I'm moving out of here before I get hurt
You're just like a neighbour to the moon
Always follow where the in-crowd goes
Up all night, you sleep till afternoon
Disappear on tippy-toes
Checking my two-hundred dollar shoes
Stylish tie, exclusive tailored suit
Saw me mingling with the well-to-do
I'm a con artist like you
Look, Oleander
Lately the sweet odour of success
Was not around where you gambled
Rubbing shoulders with the merciless
So desperate for some financial backing
Draped on a bed of ruins
Stuck in this bleak hotel room
Unsure of what you're doing
Thrilled by the arts, by beauty
How could I have resisted?
Let's just kiss once more, say goodbye
We both know impostor is your trade
You dive for coins in the fountain
Travel widely even in your sleep
Your pretty face on the silken pillow
Draped on a bed of ruins
Stuck in this bleak hotel room
Unsure of what you're doing
Half-light instead of limelight
I'm no professor Higgins
Never taught a girl how to fly
Look, Oleander
Pure coincidence you saw me shine
Dressed up to kill at the MoMA
When your eyes eventually met mine
Among the most influential people
You sought to meet svengalis
With all the top connections
Picked up the wrong contender
Though from the right collection
How could I have resisted?
Let's just kiss once more, say goodbye
Light-handedly exposed
When you entwined my grateful body
Just like a rambler rose
Drawing on several years of studies
Firstly a dose of you
Proves to be very stimulating
Later it all becomes
Toxic and less intoxicating
You're as lethal as the Spanish flu
I'm moving out of here before I get hurt
You're just like a neighbour to the moon
Always follow where the in-crowd goes
Up all night, you sleep till afternoon
Disappear on tippy-toes
Checking my two-hundred dollar shoes
Stylish tie, exclusive tailored suit
Saw me mingling with the well-to-do
I'm a con artist like you
Look, Oleander
Lately the sweet odour of success
Was not around where you gambled
Rubbing shoulders with the merciless
So desperate for some financial backing
Draped on a bed of ruins
Stuck in this bleak hotel room
Unsure of what you're doing
Thrilled by the arts, by beauty
How could I have resisted?
Let's just kiss once more, say goodbye
