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I Don’t Say Anything

She pretends to be polite
Hugs and kisses, a phoney smile
I try to make conversation
How can I stay here
and let myself be measured
By people I despise

I don’t say anything
I don’t say anything at all
Don’t want to hear
What she says about me

He is full of self-conceit
Brags about the people he meets
I say how interesting
I feel numb, I feel weak
I never tell him no
I let him carry on

I don’t say anything
I don’t say anything at all
Don’t want to hear
What he says about me

Don’t want to hear
What they say about me

* * *

Death of a CEO

No earthly law
holds you down
No paragraphs for parasites
No punishment for your crime

No moral claim
No cry for help
couldn’t make you feel ashamed
You’ve lost it with your decency

But your heart might stop
it couldn’t bear to hold you up
and all the sorrows that you brought
So it´s over, it´s over
You’re gone
and it might have been the touch of god
We might have heard the angels sing
or just laughter from the poor
and unemployed

Take as much as you can
No one will blame you
It´s not theft if you´re already rich

Your death doesn’t pay your debt and not mine
Your death doesn’t pay your debt and not mine
But I don´t care about that right now

* * *

Beauty Lies Not In the Eye

You’re not alone in your desire
In this case beauty lies not in the eye of the beholder
Look around
The gazing at, and the smelling of, my total presence rarely found
I own objective perfection tonight

I remember all
my lovers and
how they used to
touch me

But I
feel like
a virgin tonight

* * *

Lame

When you were lying above me last night
Your beard was hanging down in my face
I took a bite and shook you up a bit
To get a reaction

There were times when you would have laughed
But you looked disgusted
and scared of what I had become
or what you were lacking

The same polo sweater
You wear it every day, the green one
With dolphins on
I’ve always liked it
But it’s starting to represent boredom

You’re not even a drunkard
You’re just lame
Not seeing dishes disappearing
You noticing our new curtains would be nice
A thank you would be nice

You seem so tired

How strange as I am working twice as much
and have been for years
I’m well raised so I say goodbye when I leave here

* * *

Let Me Go

A café where none of our friends ever would go
made it so obvious
and you, trying your best, your crocodile smile
Head tilted to the side, your hands over mine

Just say what you mean, Please cut to the chase
Show me some dignity
But of course, here comes the speech
I´ve heard it before On tv-shows, and it says:

»It´s not your fault«, No it never is
»Not you, it’s me«, Well I must agree
»Not lack of love«, That´s not how I feel
I’ve never ever loved you less than now

No, you haven’t got a greater insight
in the human mind than me
and spare me your own
stupid, small thoughts
about closeness, trust
and so on

Oh let it be now, stop your talking
Start walking out on me
Oh let it be now, stop your talking
and please walk out on me

»It’s not your fault
Listen to me please
Not you, it’s me
and the way I’ve changed«

* * *

The Open Relationship

I hate to be thinking of you
Hate to be waiting and longing for you

With someone else
I hate to be thinking of you
Get out
I hate to be thinking of you

We both disapprove
When we’re not seeing others too

I hate to be thinking of you
Hate to be waiting and longing for you
We lay and run, We make promises for fun
Hate to be waiting for you

At home, I hate to be thinking of you
At work, I hate to be thinking of you
On the weekend, I hate to be thinking of you
With someone else, I hate to be thinking of you

I know we have agreed On practicing what we preach

I hate to be thinking of you
Hate to be waiting and longing for you

I do want you here
Contra revolutionary
You said that my ways are old
When some words of love were told
Nice ideology But I don’t want to be free
Hate to be waiting for you

* * *

Your Lover From Berlin

You gave me lots of hugs and kisses
But it was only in your sms’s
At first I thought we had something
But then you chose to be with him

You met him in your summer vacation
You said it was without calculation
He came from Germany for a visit
Your beautiful mouth, I’m sure he kissed it

Please tell me what you see in
Your lover from Berlin
he is uglier than me
and I know more about Nils Ferlin

I tried to make a serious attempt
but you left me with self-contempt
This is how you wanted it to be
All I can feel is jealousy

* * *

Achilles

I´m all dressed up in shiny armour
for a battle without prizes
The sun shines through
half closed curtains
The trumpets shout
as I don´t step outside
but stand up

I always seem to get a good clear cut
at my own heel, at my weakest link
that leads right in
between thin metal shields
I hear the crowd
as they grasp for air
for the grand finale

When you’re at war with yourself
at least you know
no matter how it goes
you’re always gonna win
and no one else gets hurt
Don’t blame your family or friends
Don’t let them ever get in your way
You know who deserves to cry
and you know how to make him cry

* * *

Between the Lines
There was something you didn’t tell me about
Communication problems, I had only one way out
You called it violation of integrity
But I thought I had the right to see

So I read your diary
There was not a single word written about me

I’ve spent a lot of hours in a manic haze
Reading your words from page to page
»Minor sleeping problems, working overtime
Got a little dizzy from one glass of wine«
Where was I, where was I
Not even between the lines

* * *

When We Were Whining

I’m not supposed to moan about meaningless labour
I’m not supposed to dislike people at work
I’m supposed to work just because I want to
I’m supposed to feel it satisfies me

Mistaken, I’m aching
and I get nothing out of it
Can anybody fool me
to be the one that I’m supposed to be

I’m not supposed to be someone I have been
I’m not supposed to long back to my childhood
I’m supposed to strive forward and forward
I’m supposed to look good in THIN grey hair

I’m not supposed to love someone who doesn’t love me
I’m not supposed to think about her every day
I’m supposed to love someone who loves me
and if she doesn’t I am supposed to feel free

* * *

All You Can Eat

A bastard child of greed and vulgarity
a bully: neo liberal economy
You ruled the school, boss at an early age
Picked the teams, right after you chose your game
You’re candy-bribed and high
but now Your sugar rush is quickly slowing down

And now your belly ache from all the cake you ate
Playground’s silent, grey
and even if it clearly is your fault
you won´t take the blame
Run back home and cry for mama’s help

A teenage child without any self-loathing
the world’s your oyster, an all you can eat buffet
All your success, you owe it just to yourself
You’re worth everything that comes your way
«Beware doll, you’re bound to fall», they said
How does it feel to finally give it up

And call your folks at home with collectors call
Ask for money, please, and a ticket back
to where you left them When you were certain of
never coming down again

Don´t bite the hand that feeds you,
have you heard?
I see you nod but I don’t feel too sure
We welcome you back under our arms
but never know if you’ll return our love

* * *

Five Lives

This was you at age thirteen
Lost your virginity
Cigarettes and moonshine parties
I was playing video games

Shoplifting all your jeans
You just put them underneath
Your baggy trousers and left with ease
You get what you want
I sit still and wait
I’ll never catch up

And my inferiority shines through
That is why I can’t be with you

This was you at seventeen
Using a fake ID
Travelling to some far-off country
Leaving family behind

Going to festivals
Sleeping with guys in tents
I was bicycling with my friends
Five lives of mine
Can fit into yours
I’ll never catch up

A competition in bringing the news
That is why I can’t be with you
And my inferiority shines through
That is why I can’t be with you