Lyrics

When the machine finally stops
Which alliance would be back on top?
How many years to go?
How many tears will flow?

Hey Alan, will they recognize
How you changed the future skies?
You and your earthshaking thoughts
Postponing our Day of Lords

One man who saved so many souls
Was diving for the Dead Sea Scrolls
And as a final gift so blind
Men destroyed his precious mind

Will it ever stop?
Will it ever stop?
Will the machine ever stop?

Like a Polish fairy tale
Many miles from home they stay
In the darkness of a forest
Englishmen who sing the chorus

Day in day out they start again
No cure against Sisyphos’ pain
In a barrack, full of seals
Listening to the machine wheels

And when the red skies turned to black
He realized his own drawback
He won the war but lost his chapel
So he chose the poisoned apple

Will it ever stop?
Will it ever stop?
Will the machine ever stop?

Kind of useless energy
Brainwashed on the cemetery
Written egos, spoken drums
Cavemen fucking neon-nuns

Centuries old office clerks
A handful feministic jerks
Grandchildren who’ll put the blame
On you and your genetic game

A nanny rocks an empty cradle
Montaigne rides an empty saddle
Cargo Cargo
They’ll soon be back!
Cargo Cargo
I’m on my track!

Kind of useless energy
Brainwashed on the cemetery
Written egos, spoken drums
Cavemen fucking neon-nuns

A nanny rocks an empty cradle
Montaigne rides an empty saddle
Cargo Cargo
They’ll soon be back!
Cargo Cargo
I’m on my track!

Cargo

A nanny rocks an empty cradle
Montaigne rides an empty saddle
Cargo Cargo
They’ll soon be back!
Cargo Cargo
I’m on my track!

Cargo (4 x)

A download of your incarnations
Is waiting at the radiostations
First check the billboard on your back
Then pull the trigger – bloody gag!

Kind of useless energy
Brainwashed on the cemetery
Written egos, spoken drums
Cavemen fucking neon-nuns

A nanny rocks …

A nanny rocks an empty cradle
Montaigne rides an empty saddle
Cargo Cargo
They’ll soon be back!
Cargo Cargo
I’m on my

Cargo (2 x)

Cargo Cargo
They’ll soon be back!
Cargo Cargo
I’m on my (4x)

Cargo
Cargo

Cargo, Cargo
They’ll soon be back!
Cargo Cargo Cargo
I’m on my track!
A nanny rocks an empty cradle
Montaigne rides an empty saddle
Cargo, Cargo
They’ll soon be back!
Cargo Cargo Cargo
I’m on my track!
etc.

Cattle, tarred and feathered
Is strolling in my head
Angels, tied and leathered
Are waiting in my bed
Milkmen bruised and shattered
Make me feel so sad

Brave New World!
Brave New World!

Smartphones, old and weathered
No reason to break bad?
Emotions, choked and tethered
Made of sunburnt lead
Milkmen bruised and shattered
Killed by Robot Dad

Brave New World!
Brave New World!

Brave New World
Give me back my soul
Brave New World
What’s my final goal?
Brave New World
My body sings electric
Brave New World
My love to you? Eclectic!

Brave New World
Our bodie sings electric
Brave New World
Baptized, cruel and hectic

Cattle, tarred and feathered
Is strolling in my head
Angels, tied and leathered
Are waiting in my bed
Our body sings electric
Brave New World
Our body sings electric
Brave New World…

Funky beggars!
Orange colored ferries, Staten Island’s Good bye
A cry of Seagulls, the green Lady is high
Fresh wind and crispy wet salt on my cheeks
Surrounded again by these beautiful freaks

Funky beggars, dancing in the streets
Funky beggars, wrapped in night-soaked sheets
Funky beggars, dancing in the streets
Funky beggars

Swing the guitar like a feverish prince
Entering the subway’s roaring sphinx
Corrupt me again with your sweet yellow sound
Than wake me up and spin me around and around

Funky beggars, …

Show me your smile or show me your room,
Show me your grace, I’ll show you my tomb
Show me your smile or show me your room,
Show me your grace, I’ll show you my tomb

Funky beggars,…

Taking the F-train, cannot wait for the light
Kissing the nurse on my very last ride
Wheelchair is rattling on boardwalks planks
Her hand on my shoulder, remember our pranks!

Funky beggars…

Pink Floyd on Polaroid
Housewives’ Mooncakes completely destroyed
John Coltrane almost insane
World goes crazy
Who’s to blame?

Pink Floyd on Polaroid
Half-baked youth, completely deployed
Gil Scott-Heron and a stolen refrain
World goes crazy
But who’s to blame?

Black Panthers in the Berlin Jungle
Black Panthers in the Berlin Jungle

Pink Floyd on Polaroid
Pink Floyd on Polaroid

Black Panthers in the Berlin Jungle
Come with me through the Genetic Funnel
Black Panthers in the Berlin Jungle
Come with me through the Genetic Funnel

…on Polaroid

One man standing in front of the row
He came across the ocean, had a long way to go
What a strange viking, what a powerful voice
He fought against Manhattan’s heat and its noise

Some thought you were crazy, a dropout sniffing glue
You were the enigma of 54th and 6th Avenue
Almost 30 years at the exactly same place
Even Bird Parker took a bow in front of your mace

Moondog
Moondog

Moondog oh Moondog – You showed me the light
Moondog oh Moondog – what a beautyful sight
Play for the concrete and play for the cars
Music for people and their hidden scars

And all of the sudden the blind man has gone
The corner was vacant, but his music lived on
And all the passersby felt this painful void
Some were mournful, some were destroyed

But what nobody knew and what was really nice
Fate was creative and rolled the lucky dice
He crossed the ocean and started all over again
In the Teutons’ land to bloom and to remain

Moondog oh Moondog – You showed me the light
Moondog oh Moondog – what a beautyful sight
Play for the concrete and play for the cars
Music for people and their hidden scars

Moondog oh Moondog – You showed me the light
…

I built a time machine
To be with Cindy Wilson
When she danced and sang
In B52’s “Give Me Back My Man”

I built a time machine
To save Ian Curtis
Before he collapsed and hung
Underneath a Mancunian fan

I built a time machine
To prevent Albert Camus
From riding in a Facel Vega
On a french avenue

I built a time machine
To meet a guy called Basquiat
And keep him from being found too late
In NoHo back in 1988

I built a time machine
I built a time machine

5 – 4 – 3 – 2 – 1
My heart is still beating, but where is the sun?
5 – 4 – 3 – 2 – 1
All planets are falling, where will I be gone?

I built a time machine
To visit Kowloon Walled City
Before they demolished this pearl
Of sweet darkness and pity

I built a time machine
To be with Cindy Wilson
When she danced and sang
In B52’s “Give Me Back My Man”

I built a time machine
I built a time machine

5 – 4 – 3 – 2 – 1
My heart is still beating, but where is the sun?
5 – 4 – 3 – 2 – 1
All planets are falling, where will I be gone?