1. |
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IT’S A PITY YOU’RE A WHORE, MR. BOND
Men risk their lives for you
Women kiss and die for you
It’s the old, old story, Mr. Bond
It’s a pity you’re a whore, Mr. Bond
You swapped your virtue for secrecy
In the name of a game come undone
You sold your body to kings and queens
You don’t even remember which one.
Men go to war over you
Women open doors for you
It’s the old, old story, Mr. Bond
It’s a pity, you’re a whore, Mr. Bond
You chose the guise of a royal spy
For the thrill of a kill and a fabulous ride
In a slip made of silk, she lies by your side
Expired before you could say „bye“...
Men want to be like you
Women want to be with you
It’s the old, old story, Mr. Bond
It’s a pity you’re a whore, Mr. Bond
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2. |
Mountain Hill Roads
03:29
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MOUNTAIN HILL ROADS
An Aston Martin
Makes me happy
who wouldn’t be glad
If an Aston Martin he had?
It never explodes
On mountain hill roads
Cause it’s fast and it’s so
Uncannily savvy
And it makes me happy
On mountain hill roads
Oh, oh, oh,
In my Aston Martin
On mountain hill roads.
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3. |
Spy vs. Spy
03:21
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SPY VS. SPY
She: I see you
He: I hear you
She: I feel you
He: I’m near you
She: I’ll woo you
He: I’ll screw you
She: I’ll sue you
He: I’ll rue you
He: I’m the shadow in the alley
I’m the footsteps creeping on you in the hallway
I’m the eye that’s always watching
I’m the ear that’s always planted on the wall
He: I’ll grab you
She: I’ll snag you
He: I’ll shag you
She: I’ll frag you
She: I’m the drug that makes you careless
I’m the gun that’s permanently in your back
I’m the bait laid to attract you
And then trap you in a dungeon in Irak
He: You’re the girl in the hot bikini
She And you’re the guy with the dry martini
Both: We’ll make love in a hotel in Saigon
She: We’ll dance close in Basra City
He: You’re so cute, it’s such a pity
Both: that I’ll have to shoot you later on
She: I love to
Deceive you
He: I want to
Believe you
He: She’s the kind of girl who turns you inside out
and messes with your head
She: He’s the kind of man who kills them left and right
and never counts the dead
She: I’ll smack you
He: I’ll whack you
She: I’ll chase you
He: I’ll waste you
Both: I’ll miss you
(CODA
He: I’ve been following you around the world so I can casually say
Hello, my name is Bond, who are you and are you having a nice stay)
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4. |
The Immigrant’s Song
03:33
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THE IMMIGRANT’S SONG
I was taking a walk on the Quaibruck
Biding my time with the gulls
When I happened upon a statue,
of an utterly beautiful boy, ah...
there’s no love, there’s no love
in Zürich
I was drinking a coffee at Sprüngli
Watching old people there die
And the steely-eyed waitress behaved
As if I were shit on the wall, ah...
There’s no love, there’s no love
In Zürich
And I said: Ganymed!
How did you feel when your father sold you
And I said: Ganymed!
What was it like when Jupiter held you
And I said: Ganymed!
were you pleased or were you delighted?
And I said: Ganymed!
Were you just a tiny bit frightened?
Did you ever wonder if paradise
Was worth the price you paid?
I went to a party im Chreis Föif
And danced like a demon on drugs
Got high with the Spider
Wolverine and Knightrider, ah...
There’s no love, there’s no love
In Zürich
And I said Ganymed!
When you saw all those heavenly horses
And I said Ganymed!
The return for your luscious resources
And I said Ganymed!
Were you pleased or were you delighted?
And I said Ganymed!
Were you just a tiny bit frightened?
Did you ever wonder if paradise
Was worth the price you paid?
And I cried Ganymed!
When you got transported to heaven
And I cried Ganymed!
To serve at the feasts of the gods
Were you pleased?
Were you delighted?
Were you just a tiny bit frightened?
Did you ever wonder if paradise
Was worth that ultimate lay?
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5. |
Bus full of Clowns
05:56
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ASK THE CLOWNS
Hey, baby,
here we are
watching people drown
on our tee vee sets
build another wall
between east and west
trying not to care
trying not to care
send them anywhere
send them anywhere but here,
baby,
anywhere but here.
who said life was a picknick?
who said life was a bag full of jokes.
ask the clowns,
ask the clowns,
ask the clowns,
they know.
[SVP Song]
Hey, du bisch öisi Schwiiz
liäbed dich genau wied bisch
Wänd dich gar nöd andersch ha
schwarzi Schöfli ihr mönd ga.
(MEGAPHON-Zwischentexte von HC Strache, Björn Höcke, Marine Le Pen, Ueli Maurer)
Bittebitte flüchten Sie weiter.
Hier gibt es nichts zu wohnen.
Bittebitte flüchten Sie weiter.
Hier gibt es nichts zu holen.
Bittebitte flüchten Sie weiter.
Wir die Autochtonen
Brauchen diesen Ort für uns
Brauchen diesen Staat für uns
Brauchen dieses Land für uns
Für Euch gibt es nichts zu holen
Ask the clowns.
Heimat ist wo du wohnst
Keep it simple stupid
Deine Freunde keiner sonst
Keep it simple stupid
Daham statt Islam
Keep it simple stupid
Mo-mo-moschee baba!
Keep it simple stupid
Stupid stupid stupid stupid
Keep it simple stupid...
who said life was a picknick?
who said life was a bag full of jokes.
ask the clowns,
ask the clowns,
ask the clowns,
they know!
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7. |
The Queen Takes a Smoke
05:44
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THE QUEEN TAKES A SMOKE
Well, the world stands at ease
While the Queen takes a smoke
On the roof of her mansion
A calm summer eve in Bál-móral
The world takes a breather
While the Queen smokes a tschick
Smokes a tschick smokes a tschick
Smokes a tschick, in Bál-móral
The world resumes turning
While still the queen smokes
like a dragon, like a dame
Shooting rings into the sky
Men and women in waiting
untuck coats, loosen ties
while the Queen takes a smoke
underneath a full moon in Balmoral
One tschick, then another,
State affairs put on hold,
Put on hold put on hold
Put on hold in Bál-móral
The world resumes turning
While still the queen smokes
like a dragon, like a dame
Shooting rings into the sky
(Direkt im Anschluss:
LA GALE
QUI M’AIME ME SUIVE...)
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8. |
Cartoon
02:16
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9. |
Rumi
03:12
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10. |
Secret Life
04:45
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SECRET LIFE
I think I’ll have
another one,
hey Sam, I’ll have
another one
just one more drink
just one more song
before I go under
before I go under
outside the door
I heard a girl
I heard a girl
scream like an eagle
hear her cry
hear her pain and
watch her go under
watch her go under
bombs exploding
everywhere
and everytime
I see the news
I’m so amazed
That we’re still here
It makes me wonder
It makes me wonder
REFRAIN
Where do you live
Please take me
Please take me
home with you
Let me be part
Let me be part
Of your secret life
hide me in the folds of your
secret life...
how are you (sir)
the nurses said
how are you (sir)
and I said fine
it wasn’t true
I always lie
Before I go under
Before I go under
We thought we saw
The savior come
We thought we saw
him come along
And when he came
He laughed and said
You’re all going under
You’re all going under
(Weitere Strophen)
Dundun had killed
A man he said
Had killed a man
Or so he said
The man still breathed
I heard him sigh
Before he went under
Before he went under
I like to ride
The high-rail train
I like to watch
The people there
Outside the window
Unaware of my
Unholy wonder
Unholy wonder
My brother George
He mopped the floor
He mopped the floor
He mopped and said:
„Look at the blood“
There was no blood
He made us wonder
He made us wonder
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11. |
Entweder Quanten
04:44
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ENTWEDER QUANTEN
sehr fragile
volatile
klar verschränkte
nie getrennte
Zwillinge
"Vielleicht ist es besser –"
"Vielleicht ist es besser –"
"Vielleicht ist es besser –"
sehr fragile,
volatile,
klar verschränkte
nie getrennte
Photónenzwillinge –
– haben keine separate Individualität.
Sie sind ein Zustand. Wir reden in Bildern.
Erst die Messung schafft die Realität.
"Vielleicht ist es besser wenn wir –"
"Vielleicht ist es besser wenn wir –"
Erst die Messung schafft die Realität.
Alice empfängt eine Messetsch von Bob.
"Vielleicht ist es besser wenn wir –"
Alice empfängt eine Messetsch von Bob.
"Vielleicht ist es besser wenn wir –"
Alice empfängt eine Messetsch von Bob.
Erst die Messung schafft die Realität.
Der Zustand liegt jenseits der Lokalität.
Erst die Messung schafft die Realität.
"Vielleicht ist es besser wenn wir –"
(Er Schotte, sie Russin: das kann ja nichts werden.)
sehr fragile,
volatile,
klar verschränkte
nie getrennte
Photónenzwillinge –
– haben keine separate Individualität.
Sie sind ein Zustand. Wir reden in Bildern.
Erst die Messung schafft die Realität.
Den Schlüssel kennt Alice.
Den Schlüssel kennt Bob.
Bob sendet.
Alice empfängt.
"Vielleicht ist es besser, wenn wir uns eine Weile –"
Und was ist mit Eve?
"Vielleicht ist es besser, wenn wir uns eine Weile –"
Der Schlüssel
ist absolut
abhörsicher.
Der Schlüssel
ist absolut
abhörsicher.
Und was ist mit Eve?
Den Schlüssel kennt Alice.
Den Schlüssel kennt Bob.
Bob sendet.
Alice empfängt.
Und was ist mit Eve?
Alice empfängt eine Messetsch von Bob.
Und was ist mit Eve?
"Vielleicht ist es besser, wenn wir uns eine Weile lang nicht mehr sehen."
Und was ist mit Eve?
"Vielleicht ist es besser, wenn wir uns eine Weile lang nicht mehr sehen."
sehr fragile,
volatile,
klar verschränkte
nie getrennte
Photónenzwillinge –
– haben keine separate Individualität.
Sie sind ein Zustand. Wir reden in Bildern.
Erst die Messung schafft die Realität.
Erst die Messung schafft die Physikalität
Der Realität einer definierbaren Lokalität.
Erst die Messung schafft die Realität:
"Vielleicht ist es besser, wenn wir uns eine Weile lang nicht mehr sehen."
(Fuck.)
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12. |
Mann aus dem Osten
05:29
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MANN AUS DEM OSTEN (Sharghi-e-ghamgin)
Hey Mann aus dem Osten
Als die Sonne auf uns schien
Traf mich deine Süße
Wie der Schlag des Schmetterlings
Meine Trauer löste
Sich in deinem dunklen Haar
Deine Augen schenkten
Mir die Freiheit hell und klar
Hey Mann aus dem Osten
Du bist wie das Licht am Berg
Wie die Sonne die mir so sehr fehlt
Du bist wie der Morgen
Wie die stolze stille See
Schieb die dunklen Tage von uns weg
Hey my Persian lover
Early morning comes again
Birds sing songs of springtime
And of our persistent pain
Hope leaks from your eyelashs
Like the sweet low sound of rain
I think of you always
When the flowers bloom again.
Hey my Persian lover
You’re a mountain filled with light
Don’t allow the sun to get away
You are pure as morning
Proud and silent as the sea
Let me find contentment in your bay.
Ey sharghi-e ghamgin
Wakhti aaftaab toro did
Tu shahr-e baaruni
Buye atr-e to pidjid
Shab-ro hesho gom kard
Tu gisuye-to gom shod
Aaftaab-e aazaadi
Az tu djaschm-e to khandid.
Ey sharghi-e ghamgin
To mesle kuh-e-nuri
Nazaar khorshidemun bemire
To mesle ruz paaki,
mesle daryaa marruri
nazaar khaamushi djun begire.
(unsung Italian version, Dank an Birgit Haustedt)
Hey fanciullo mio
Senza te non so morir
Cuando non ti sento
Il dolor/magon’ mi fa soffrir
Nell’ terren’ arido
L’anima non puó fiorir
Il desir ardente
Sta ruband’ il mio sospir
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13. |
007: The Bitch is Dead
02:35
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14. |
The Bitch is Back
03:31
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THE BITCH IS BACK
The bitch is back
The bitch is back
The bitch is back
The bitch is back
Thought she’d stay away, yeah?
Thought she’d gone for good.
Thought she’d stay away, yeah?
Thought she’d gone for good.
The bitch is back
The bitch is back
Hurling dishes at the wall!
The bitch is back
The bitch is back
She seems to be ten feet tall!
Thought I’d stay away, yeah?
Thought I’d gone for good.
Thought I’d stay away, yeah?
Thought I’d gone for good.
Lover my lover
Remember Shanghai Istanbul, Belfast,
Rome and Dubai
These twenty children
Have sprang from your sperm
Now here them shouting
Burn Daddy burn!
The kids are back
Look they’re playing with your gun
The kids are back
Shooting neighbors, having fun
Thought we’d go away yeah?
Thought we’d gone for good?
Thought we wouldn’t stay yeah?
Thought we’d gone for good?
Mom sang us lullabies of fearless men
Gave us explosives and a poisonous pen
When we grow up we will be agents too
Watch out dear daddy, we’re coming for you
The bitch is back
The bitch is back!
In an ancient grecian mask
The bitch is back
The bitch is back!
And she’s taking you to task
Surprise, surprise, the bitch is back
Sie bringt 20 Kinder mit im Fluggepäck
Und dieses Mal gibt’s leider keinen heissen Sex
Cause all she wants from you are those alimony cheques
The bitch is back...
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15. |
Buoy 52
02:32
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BUOY 52
Where will I go
When my feet stop walking
Where will I be
When my tongue stops talking
What will I feel
When my heart stops beating for you
Look for me
Down below buoy 52
What will I sing
When my mind stops thinking
Where will I sleep
When my eyes stop blinking
What will remain
When all the lies I told turn true
You’ll find me buried
Down below buoy 52
embraced by the cold
caressed by the waves
washed clean by the sea
there’s no better grave
What will I dream
When all the words are spoken
Where will I rest
When all my bones are broken
What will I find
At the bottom of the watery blue
You’ll be with me
Down below buoy 52
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16. |
After Bond
04:42
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AFTER BOND
(thank you, Mr. Weldon Kees.)
The dogs stop barking when Bond is gone.
The mirror from Russia, stuck on a wall, reflects nothing at all...
Bond alone provides the image James Bond-ohnian.
Th walls and curtains, the shelves, the settee...
The books he read. The drinks he drank, yeah, we all know the story.
The stories of Bond.
Who will be drinking, or gambling, or lying in bed
With a woman named Morse. Code, of course.
And before the night is over she’ll be dead.
REFRAIN
Send me to Jamaica, send me to Rangoon
Take me back to Skyfall, beam me to the moon
Dodge a bomb in Cuba, fall in love in Rome
Bond is on a mission & he won’t be coming home.
All day the phone rings. It could be Bond
Calling. Saying „Yes, this is I. Who’s there?“
But there’s no-one here. And no-one cares ’bout the world
it’s self-destructing, while Bond is gone.
„You must have followed me from Aston Place“ whispers Bond, unhinged
Afraid and drunk, while at the Algonquin
the Spectre plays his cards. No-one cares about
the many worlds around us, unsaved, unsavoury,
Incurably insane, when James Bond’s not there.
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17. |
Die Kopie
03:39
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DIE KOPIE
Die Kopie (die Kopie)
Das bin ich, die Kopie
Die Kopie (die Kopie), hey –
Ich bin die Kopie.
Jeder will dir an den Kragen:
Stechen, Schießen, Würgen, Schlagen
Gift im Whisky, Faust im Magen –
Nur nichts denken, nur nichts fragen,
Überall herrscht transglobale Hysterie, okay?
Ohren auf: Mich kriegt ihr nie
ich bin Kopie Kopie Kopie, ha!
(Die Ko-ko-ko-kopie.)
Die Kopie (die Kopie)
Das bin ich, die Kopie
Die Kopie (die Kopie)
Mich erwischt ihr nie.
Die Kopie (die Kopie)
Das bin ich, die Kopie
Die Kopie (die Kopie), hey –
Ich bin die Kopie.
Das Original ist abserviert
Heut’ regiert die klonversierte Industrie, die
Reich und reich und reicher wird mit der Kopie!
Made in China, Big in Japan
Streng vom BöFei undsoweiter observiert, hey!
Passt mal auf: Mich kriegt ihr nie
ich bin Kopie Kopie Kopie, ha!
(Die Ko-ko-ko-kopie.)
Die Kopie (die Kopie)
Das bin ich, die Kopie
Die Kopie (die Kopie)
Mich erwischt ihr nie.
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18. |
Many Kinds of Prayers
04:17
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MANY KINDS OF PRAYERS
They tell me there’s two kinds of prayers
One for the fat, and one for the lean
And then there’s a third kind of prayer
It found me somewhere inbetween
I was tired of searchin’, stuck in a red chair
Covered in grime, I had grease in my hair
Been tryin’ to get up, for who knows how long
My faith in believin’ was gone
Then He came to me
out of nowhere
they call it "On fire with god."
I went and did good
with a passion
Protected and boundlessly loved
Take care, take care
For His grace will pass
But I took no care
I was young so young so young so young
Now I’m searching for peace in yoga
No longer do I pray
Now I’m searching for peace in yoga
No longer do I pray
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19. |
JAMES BOMB - Das Konzert Zürich, Switzerland
Mass & Fieber ist ein Kollektiv mit Sitz in Zürich und hat seit 1999 achtzehn Theaterabende, Performances und Clubabende produziert. Originalsongs und Covers sind ein integraler Teil ihrer Shows. Seit 2011 gibt es die Deutsche Filiale Mass & Fieber OST mit bislang drei Produktionen. Mit JAMES BOMB vereinigen sich die musikalischen Kräfte beider Kollektive auf einer Konzertbühne. ... more
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