Hans plays with Lotte
Lotte plays with Jane
Jane plays with Willi
Willi is happy again
Suki plays with Leo
Sacha plays with Britt
Adolf builts a bonfire
Enrico plays with it
Flyin’ me back to Memphis
Gotta find my Daisy Jane
Well the summer’s gonne
And I hope she’s feelin’ the same
Janie’s got a gun…
I don’t really hate you
I don’t care what you do
We were made for each other, me and you
I want to be somebody
You were like that, too
If you don’t get given, you learn to take
And I will take you
Holding my breath
Release the catch
And I let the bullet fly
Prison for praise - the obvious answer
Once had power mad - living disaster
Don’t fuck with me 'cos I’m on a freedom train
That bears no name - this time
I’m voting with a bullet
See that train over there?
Now that’s the train of freedom
It’s about to 'rrive any minute, now
You know it’s been’a long, long overdue
Look out ‘cause it’s a’comin’ right on through
I hear that train a’coming, coming round the bend,
I ain’t seen no sunshine
Since I don’t know when…
There was a time in this fair land when the railroad did not run,
When the wild majestic mountains stood alone against the sun,
Long before the white man and long before the wheel,
When the green dark forest was too silent to be real.
Meet me in Montana, I want to see the Mountains in your eyes,
I have had all this good life I can handle,
Won’t you meet me underneath that big Montana sky!
Please come to Denver with the snowfall,
We’ll move up into the mountains so far that we can’t be found,
And throw “I love you” echoes down the canyon,
And then lie awake at night till they come back around.
Please come to Denver?
She said “No–boy, would you come home to me?”
See the sunlight through the pine
Taste the warm of winter wine
Dream of softly falling snow
Winter snow Aspenglow
Oh, the weather outside is frightful
But the fire is so delightful
And since we’ve no place to go
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow
Don’t know why
There’s no sun up in the sky
Stormy weather
Since my man and I ain’t together
Keeps rainin’ all the time
But instead it just kept on raining
A veil of tears for the virgin birth
Can you hear me, that when it rains and shines
It’s just a state of mind.
Can you hear me, can you hear me?
I don’t have any reasons
I left them all behind
I’m in a New York state of mind
Call on your angels
Come down to the city
Crowd around the big tree
All you strangers who know me
Bring your compassion
Your understanding
Lord how we need it
On this New York City Christmas
You grew up ridin’ the subways, running with people,
Up in Harlem, down on Broadway,
You’re no tramp, but you’re no lady,
Talkin’ that street talk,
You’re the heart and soul of New York City.
Ev’ry gal struttin’ with her beau
Through the streets covered white with snow
Happy smiles er’ywhere you go
Christmas night in Harlem
I’m dreaming of a white Christmas,
Just like the ones I used to know,
Where the treetops glisten,
And children listen to hear sleigh bells in the snow