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2021.07.02.

Ford Fiesta

We're driving south into the sunset
That doesn't really speak in favour of our orientation
The destination is Sicily, Italian is spoken there
Nobody here speaks it, but we have an app
 
Spontaneous vacations are great, the car is old and far too full
It's crowded and we're four people
The windows are jammed and
of course there's not air-conditioning
 
In the Ford Fiesta of my sister
A good strectch to the sea
and then back again, hopefully
In the Ford Fiesta of my sister
we're listening to Bravo Hits1 because nobody owns CD's anymore.
In the Ford Fiesta, in the Ford Fiesta
 
The first service area on the motorway is ours
That's because we're losing coolant
That's not rust, the car has Patina
That's Latin and means rust
 
Two hours on the parking spot, slept for a while
The toilet costs seventy cents
Capitalism is really annoying
So we're pissing in the wild, against the system
 
In the Ford Fiesta of my sister
Opened up a Panini bottle, tasty fresh apple juice
In the Ford Fiesta of my sister
Please just drive straight ahead now
The stains will never come out again
In the Ford Fiesta, in the Ford Fiesta
 
In the Ford Fiesta it somehow smells of rubber
Is it possible that the engine's smelling weird?
Where's all that smoke coming from?
And what does that flashing gauge mean?
 
I'm pulling over
I didn't know rust can burn like that
Thumb out and safe trip
And if the police comes and someone asks
 
The Ford Fiesta is my sister's
It was really her alone
I don't even have a license
And in our next vacation we'll drive
with the Toyota Corona from Grandpa and Grandma
A pack of Merci2 and a kind look
That's what I'm calling a trick
The Toyota Corona from Grandpa and Grandma
They shouldn't drive anymore anyway, they're ninety-five years old
The Toyota Corona, the Toyota Corona
 
  • 1. A series of samplers with tracks from the current charts that are published regularly since 1992.
  • 2. A German chocolate brand
2019.04.12.

Breathe on me

The wind is driving leaves bevor him and his words into my ear.
He already stands here for a while and recite to people rushing by.
'How those up there beg to differ! What happens in the dark!
They make the tax payer believe, progress is good for us.
Germany is a company and vaccinations are taboo.
Merkel is no human', he knows that from Xavier Naidoo.
 
I stood between all the others and was listening
he was good in dragging pedestrians towards him.
After ten minutes of prayer he pauses.
I stood up to him very close
and said:
 
'Breathe on me!
You can not be serious,
nobody could mean this seriously.
Breathe upon me!
I would be very suprised
if you hadn't nipped on the schnapps.
I smell it over here:
you smell of hashish and liqueur!'
 
The rain slaps the window and she slaps my face
she sat here for a while and was waiting for me
But I was late and she came to the decision
that if I leave today it has to be for good.
The closes already packed. 'Over there is the door
before you leave, leave your keys.'
 
I stood distraughtly in the hallway and was listening
she was always really good in having a fight.
After ten minutes of crying fit she pauses,
so I placed my finger on her lips
and said:
 
'Breathe on me!
You can not be serious,
nobody could mean this seriously.
Breathe upon me!
By the way you are clamoring
I can tell that you are three sheets to the wind.
I smell it like never before:
you smell of weed and Mon Chéri...iiiihiiiiiihiiii...!
You smell of weed and Mon Chéri...iiiihiiiiiihiiii...!'
 
The world turns around me, but my key not in the lock.
I'm briefly wondering: There is still light on the first floor.
Then there is a shadow and the door is opening.
Three o'clock in germany and mother stands before me.
In this situation my super-ability kicks in
The Saying-good-night-to-mother-mini-soberness
Good articulated and submitted without a stutter.
She asks: 'Were are you coming from' and I say: 'Good night.'
Nevertheless she smells a rat, her eyes are blazing in rage.
I've got no other loophole than to flee to the front.
I say:
 
'Breathe on me!
You can not be serious,
nobody could mean this seriously.
Breathe upon me!
You're really thinking is nothing
staying up this late?
I smell it over here:
I think the smell of booze comes from me'