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Eine Ballade, in der sich Shakespeare - vielleicht etwas verspätet - als "the last unicorns first fighter" outet.
Aber ob fool oder tool, das mag der geneigte Hörer entscheiden...
Musik/Text/Vocals: Sigi Strohschen, Pianobegl./Arrangement: Uli Vomberg
Live-Mitschnitt aus 2002
Aber ob fool oder tool, das mag der geneigte Hörer entscheiden...
Musik/Text/Vocals: Sigi Strohschen, Pianobegl./Arrangement: Uli Vomberg
Live-Mitschnitt aus 2002
If I had responsibility
I would never talk
And you are asked not to listen to me
not even to my walk
You cannot even trust my feet
they send you a message you shouldn´t read
If I believed in the world you see
I would never ask you to answer
the question "to be or not to be"
while walking back like a cancer
and leaving you alone for all times
with the horror of your selfmade crimes
Refrain:
I am dancing on your head
´cause you´ve listened and you´ve read
No matter if your´re close or far
your nervs are strings of my guitar
´cause I´m a poet, a writer,
the last unicorns first fighter...
If I had the chance to make you fly,
how could I resist?
I write some books between truth and lie
and vanish in the mist
I hide my troubles in your brain
a thousand times and once again..
If you´re looking for security
beware your eyes from reading
Look at yourself and quite easily
you aware the sheep I´m leading
Before your heart is cold and dead
listen to it and dance on your head!
Refrain:
You see...
I am dancing on your head
´cause you´ve listened and you´ve read
No matter if your´re close or far
your nervs are strings of my guitar
´cause I´m a poet, a writer,
the last unicorns first fighter...
Folks, hurry up leaving me alone
now or nevermore
you´ve heard a preach of a restless bone,
black waves against your shore
You´re right, I have been wrong...
... and you listened to a naughty song!
Refrain:
You see...
I am dancing on your head
´cause you´ve listened and you´ve read
No matter if your´re close or far
your nervs are strings of my guitar
´cause I´m a poet, a fool,
the last unicorns worst tool !
I would never talk
And you are asked not to listen to me
not even to my walk
You cannot even trust my feet
they send you a message you shouldn´t read
If I believed in the world you see
I would never ask you to answer
the question "to be or not to be"
while walking back like a cancer
and leaving you alone for all times
with the horror of your selfmade crimes
Refrain:
I am dancing on your head
´cause you´ve listened and you´ve read
No matter if your´re close or far
your nervs are strings of my guitar
´cause I´m a poet, a writer,
the last unicorns first fighter...
If I had the chance to make you fly,
how could I resist?
I write some books between truth and lie
and vanish in the mist
I hide my troubles in your brain
a thousand times and once again..
If you´re looking for security
beware your eyes from reading
Look at yourself and quite easily
you aware the sheep I´m leading
Before your heart is cold and dead
listen to it and dance on your head!
Refrain:
You see...
I am dancing on your head
´cause you´ve listened and you´ve read
No matter if your´re close or far
your nervs are strings of my guitar
´cause I´m a poet, a writer,
the last unicorns first fighter...
Folks, hurry up leaving me alone
now or nevermore
you´ve heard a preach of a restless bone,
black waves against your shore
You´re right, I have been wrong...
... and you listened to a naughty song!
Refrain:
You see...
I am dancing on your head
´cause you´ve listened and you´ve read
No matter if your´re close or far
your nervs are strings of my guitar
´cause I´m a poet, a fool,
the last unicorns worst tool !