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Das vierte Stück der "yellow side".
Das Starlet Anne-Marie wird irrtümlich zur Gartenparty des Regisseurs ‚Alan Smithee‘ eingeladen. Sie erlebt dort albtraumhafte, surreale Szenen, die sie an ihrem Verstand zweifeln lassen. In Hollywood besteht die Konvention, ‚Alan Smithee‘ als Urheber zu nennen, wenn Autoren oder Regisseure mit dem fertigen Film unzufrieden sind und nicht genannt werden wollen.
Musik: Roland, Text: Richard
Vocals: Sony, Background Vocals: Roland
Das Starlet Anne-Marie wird irrtümlich zur Gartenparty des Regisseurs ‚Alan Smithee‘ eingeladen. Sie erlebt dort albtraumhafte, surreale Szenen, die sie an ihrem Verstand zweifeln lassen. In Hollywood besteht die Konvention, ‚Alan Smithee‘ als Urheber zu nennen, wenn Autoren oder Regisseure mit dem fertigen Film unzufrieden sind und nicht genannt werden wollen.
Musik: Roland, Text: Richard
Vocals: Sony, Background Vocals: Roland
She liked to call herself ‘Benevolence’
But in her papers it was Anne-Marie
She felt her purpose was to entertain
Had played a bit part in a comedy
The invitation caught her by surprise
The wrong address, an unfamiliar name
It was designed for an exclusive club
She took a cab to get there all the same
Arriving late at 911 (nine-one-one) Copperfield Avenue
No-one answered the bell’s ring at all
The entrance door was a deceit, painted on navy blue
But she slipped through a crack in the wall
At Alan Smithee's garden party
Nothing was just what it seemed
Poor Anne-Marie walked through a nightmare
Far removed from all her dreams
The waiters whizzed around with crazy speed
Too fast for anyone to grab a drink
And all night long no bit of food was served
But dishes piled up in the kitchen sink
In a parlour really everything was in black and white
Spread out on the bed a Jean Harlow type in a low-cut gown
But the images and her monologue were not synchronized
In another room the same scene again fully colourized
A string of green beads dangling from her neck switched to copper brown
And her wristband shifted several times between left and right
The band played nothing else but "Frankenstein"
In every style though that a human could
A flock of starlets all kept nibbling at
A chocolate statue of the late Ed Wood
Some actor drove his Rolls into the pool
Slow motion dancing by the razzie guys
And "Mondo Topless" was projected on
An Orson Welles poster, ten feet high
Then Anne-Marie rushed to the exit
Just about to lose her mind
Took up a job in dental hygiene
Leaving Hollywood behind
At Alan Smithee's garden party
Nothing was just what it seemed
Poor Anne-Marie walked through a nightmare
Far removed from all her dreams
But in her papers it was Anne-Marie
She felt her purpose was to entertain
Had played a bit part in a comedy
The invitation caught her by surprise
The wrong address, an unfamiliar name
It was designed for an exclusive club
She took a cab to get there all the same
Arriving late at 911 (nine-one-one) Copperfield Avenue
No-one answered the bell’s ring at all
The entrance door was a deceit, painted on navy blue
But she slipped through a crack in the wall
At Alan Smithee's garden party
Nothing was just what it seemed
Poor Anne-Marie walked through a nightmare
Far removed from all her dreams
The waiters whizzed around with crazy speed
Too fast for anyone to grab a drink
And all night long no bit of food was served
But dishes piled up in the kitchen sink
In a parlour really everything was in black and white
Spread out on the bed a Jean Harlow type in a low-cut gown
But the images and her monologue were not synchronized
In another room the same scene again fully colourized
A string of green beads dangling from her neck switched to copper brown
And her wristband shifted several times between left and right
The band played nothing else but "Frankenstein"
In every style though that a human could
A flock of starlets all kept nibbling at
A chocolate statue of the late Ed Wood
Some actor drove his Rolls into the pool
Slow motion dancing by the razzie guys
And "Mondo Topless" was projected on
An Orson Welles poster, ten feet high
Then Anne-Marie rushed to the exit
Just about to lose her mind
Took up a job in dental hygiene
Leaving Hollywood behind
At Alan Smithee's garden party
Nothing was just what it seemed
Poor Anne-Marie walked through a nightmare
Far removed from all her dreams
