2020.11.22.
Vincent van Gogh
You're so high-class and I'm so middle-class
You're sitting there with your legs crossed
And at your vernissage
Once again, I'm the only embarrassment
Come on, come on, come on, come on get down off your high horse
I'll drive you to McDonald's on my bike
Come on, come on, come on, come on let go your ego trip
I'm telling you, it tastes great right at the bottom
I've got one more ear than Vincent van Gogh
And you say that I don't understand art
I've got one more ear than Vincent van Gogh
I can hear all of this very clearly
You said: baby, come along to the art exhibition
It's gonna be fun, you said
But now I know you lied to mechenangelo
Nibbles and champagne
I'm caught under your spell
But nobody's allowed to touch you
You're wearing a tie
And I'm getting a bit tipsy
Baby, how about you interpret me
I've got one more ear than Vincent van Gogh
And you say that I don't understand art
I've got one more ear than Vincent van Gogh
I can hear all of this very clearlyI've got one more ear than Vincent van Gogh
And you say that I don't understand art
I've got one more ear than Vincent van Gogh
I can hear all of this very clearly
The scream leaves me
The kiss is what she covets
The starry night, summer evening
Or the creation of Adam
Dalí, daVinci to me are pure genus
You don't desire me
But instead the birth of Venus
Mona Mona Mona Mona Mona Lisa
Fuck it, come back to my place
Mona Mona Mona Mona Mona Lisa
She isn't even in A4 format
I've got one more ear than Vincent van Gogh
And you say that I don't understand art
I've got one more ear than Vincent van Gogh
I can hear all of this very clearly
I've got one ear
I've got one ear
I've got one more ear
I've got one more ear than Vincent van Gogh
And I'm pretty happy with the second
2020.11.22.
Rosie
I've overslept three alarms
Keep my eyes closed
And wait for the fourth
Traffic jam on the A3
Intervention in Turkey
The weather and then some music
Cars honking their horns in front of my window
And I've got to go soon, too
These trousers are fine
The first thing I learned in the new town is
Clean is relative
Oh Rosie, this'll never work
I keep meaning to go home
And then I just end up sitting here
Oh Rosie, tell me where the
Germania Export taste as good as they do here
Oh Rosie, please give me another
Oh Rosie, please give me another
Beer
I aim at the window with my remote control
But what's the point?
There's only really
Two channels on
The building site and my reflection
Rosie, listen to me, I can tell you
I never close my eyes at night
Because I'm scared of sleeping
Rosie, the lights are always on here
Rosie, tell me, who's that screaming next door at night?
Oh Rosie, this'll never work
I keep meaning to go home
And then I just end up sitting here
Oh Rosie, tell me where the
Germania Export taste as good as they do here
Oh Rosie, this'll never work
I keep meaning to go home
And then I just end up sitting here
Oh Rosie, tell me where the
Germania Export taste as good as they do here
Oh Rosie, please give me another
Oh Rosie, please give me another
Rosie, please give me another
Rosie, please give me another
People are leaving, you're cleaning the counter
I order another glass
You say 'Darling, go home'
But it's not that easy
I'm sitting with you and I'm homesick
But home will never be the way it used to (used to)
Stay another while, cause when I go home
All that await me are boxes and scrambled egg
Oh, Rosie, this'll never work
I keep meaning to go home
And then I just end up sitting here
Rosie, please give me another
Oh Rosie, please give me another
Rosie, please give me another
Rosie, please give me another
Oh give me another
Beer