Les Reines Prochaines «Das zornige Lamm» 1988
Album K7
Aufgenommen und gemischt von Ma.lo.la Produktion, Maren und Christian Schaffner, Basel
Texte und Musik von Les Reines Prochaines, Teresa Alonso, Muda Mathis, Fränzi Madörin, Pipilotti Rist, Regina Florida Schmid
Das zornige Lamm
Määähhh, Määähhh Wu wu
Lambs are angry and eating the wolf
Meat attach
Stop turn around
Hunt the wolf – Hunt the wolf
The sheppard’s said
Who?
Be quiet
Keep together
Don’t run away
It’s senseless without me
The wolf is here and eats you all all all
But the flock cries
Masterrace must die……
Lambs are angry and eating the wolf…..
Wolf’s said
Come to me come to me come to me
But the flock cries
Masterrace must die…
Määhh
Lambs are angry and eating the wolf…..
Dog bells wu wu
I warned you once
I warned you twice
And I warn you a third and last time
If you break out I bite and I kill you
If it’s masters order
Masterrace must die….
Give me direction
What is
Why is
Who is
Where is
Dark eyes, strange days
Running over dark fields
Loosing all dimensions
Give me direction
La la la la la la la
What is?
Why is?
Who is?
Where is?
Dark eyes, strange days
Running over dark fields
Careful hands in front
give me direction
La la la la la la la
What is?
Why is?
Who is?
Where is?
Dark eyes, strange days
Running over dark fields
is there any danger?
give me direction
La la la la la la la
Dark eyes, strange days
Not longer am I the dump
My blood is pumping in my body
A stone is laying in my belly
Let us change the fixed postition
Not longer am I the dumb
Not longer am I the dumb
My brain goes wild
My brain goes wild
My brain goes wild
My brain goes wild
My head is going to explode
I’d like to make a big desaster
See no other way outside
Not longer am I the dump
My brain goes wild
Only you goes in delusion
Let us fight and then we’ll see
I spit inmitten of your face
Not longer am I the dump
My brain goes wild
I’d like to burn out all the pictures
And then I take your hand again
Do you think you have more power
I must laugh turn around
Not longer am I the dump
My brain goes wild
My blood is pumping in my body
A stone is laying in my belly
Let us change the fixed position
Not longer am I the dump
My brain goes wild
Roseligarden in Milano
S’wott au en luschtige summer geh
Die Buebe salbe d’Schue
Mit Trummle und mit Pfiffe
Wänd jetzt die Buebe zieh
Ohoje
Mit Trummle und mit Pfiffe
Wänd jetzt die Buebe zieh
Ach Hansli blib doch hie
Süsch hani längi Ziit
Was wotsch au in das Mailand zieh
Das isch doch gar so wiit
Ohoje
Was wotsch au in das Mailand zieh
Das isch doch gar so wiit
Und wenn das Mailand wiiter wär
Viel hundert Stund vo hie
Im Röseligarte z’Mailand
Hetts no für mänge Platz
Ohoje
Im Röseligarte z’Mailand
Hetts no für mänge Platz
Voices
All the streets
All the faces
All this hand in hand
There are voices behind you
There are eyes behind you
There are laughter behind you
All the non crossed rivers
All the non write books
All the forgotten words
There are voices behind you
There are eyes behind you
There are laughter behind you
All is going the time
All is going back
All is always too late
There are voices behind you
There are eyes behind you
There are laughter behind you
Les questions de la vie
Why is a bed a bed
And a table a table
And a door a door
I’m not your sister
Give me fire please
I eat all my fingers restless
Hoptihoppop
Why is a bed a bed
And a table a table
And a door a door
I’m not your woman
Give me water please
I can not speak because I can not think
Hopdihopbop
Why is a bed a bed
And a table a table
And a door a door
I’m not your daughter
Give me marmelade
I can not stand all these unkindly drivers
Hopdihopbop
Why is a bed a bed
And a table a table
And a door a door
I’m not your star
Give me salt please
I bring the carbage down
Now
Hopdihopbop
Les jeunes femmes qui dansent en ronde
Ne veulent pas l’entier
Elle veulent le moyen