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Organon Lullaby
00:36
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2. |
Aim for Elysium
04:47
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I have been here
for to many years,
watched you complain,
but you never tried to gain
freedom, you're trapped
in a world of scraps.
I'll gather my socks
and blast off this rock!
Redemption and I
Are brothers in the Sky!
As we rush to the stars
with harpoon and loose parts.
This is perfection of a plan,
you'll never see me again,
unless you aim higher
and never turn back!
I gathered you here,
as I aim für Elysium,
to bear witness to my final flight.
So you can see,
as I aim for Elysium,
That you can pull yourself up into the light!
Garbage and litter, detritus and shards
The water is rusty, horizons smoke-dark.
Do you want to live in a wasteland of sharp-
edged debris and coal-blackened wrecking yards?
Look at this place and keep telling yourself it's the best
Thing to do to stay in this roach infested mess
Elysium, here I come,
Finally at home,
where the rivers a clear,
all the pain disappears.
Where the most gorgeous girls
sing songs out of this world,
the light is much brighter,
I'll never turn back!
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3. |
Let Loose the Dolphins
03:04
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When the antagonist escaped
With a submarine
And has taken your girl with him,
Never to be seen - again,
When you have to save the world,
But your tub is lame,
You will need something more decent,
To heat up your game
Torpedodolphins - Let them loose!
Clip the line, they will vamoose!
Torpedodolphins - Out to do,
Vicious things once done by you
Drag your girl's more naive half
Into the Guru's tent.
Then make her beat him up for money,
And pay like a gent,
For the lottery to win,
By sneaking through the door,
Carefully, unheard, unsighted,
Of a closed-off store
With dextrous ninjaskills and
Having bribed the cat
By feeding it the prepared young
Of the Dolphin squad,
You took possession of the gear,
You need for them to hunt,
Down your foe, wherever he goes
Regardless of his stunts!
Now all you need to break the ice:
Some golden comedy.
Catch the eye, then catch the Dolphin,
State of the art, baby!
Equipped with loads of bangbang,
Nothing can go wrong,
If you kill some Dolphin's kid
And send 'em out, armed strong!
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4. |
Dirty Green Rag
02:33
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Took my toothbrush,
And my pliers,
Might will need to rush
Through some wires
Need my teeth clean
For the orbital elves,
Also some provisions
To keep hold of myself.
I'll just
Harvest some edibles
From the sofa,
Put it in a wholesome,
Empty oiljar
Bait a mousetrap
To catch the fugitive brush,
But what about, about the socks, man?
Damn, I'm gonna blush!
Have it blue or have it yellow,
Two different socks don't make a handsome fellow!
I can potter all around, but what I get
Is a dirty green rag!
Look at me -
Running up and down the flat
Collecting memos -
Put a pot to the stove,
Where the blowtorch torch-blows,
Left to accquire make
My dirty rag go neat,
Are a huge pile of detergent
And a fair amount of heat.
So, pack the bag with my rag
Now, as the cloth has dried,
Stomp it all into the suitcase,
'cause the time is right -
Organon already waiting for me,
Wait, what's going on?
It doesn't fit, doesn't do the trick,
I must not get this wrong!
Have it blue or have it yellow,
Two different socks don't make a handsome fellow!
Who needs pliers anyway, I'd rather take along
Some clean, doobedoo, clean green rag!
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5. |
Beauty from the Stars
06:21
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Fallen down, creeped upon,
Among the eager, but alone.
Sleeping promise of meadows so green,
Of culms, never withering,
Beyond cold metal bars
To the dull a tempting sight,
Eventually a guiding light,
Raising hope in a subsiding world,
Elysium - not yet unfurled,
Squire you along this path.
When everything has died
And all the Platypi have fallen from the sky,
We'll gaze after the sun.
Then I will treat your scars,
Sweet Beauty from the stars,
Sing farewell to Deponia.
Slipping through the claws
Of the vulture circling,
Despite all those flaws,
Which are roaming me, lurking,
Cleared your mind,
But never quite,
You wanted to find,
I wanted to fight
My way up to the stars.
And a part of you
Was in for the game,
While doubt broke through
And overcame
The unity
Of you and me,
You went to leave
And stayed to be
Apart in love and wrath
A valourful journey, attempted escape,
Now saving the world just for you.
No problem for such a walk's all the less
stressful if you sing along with a motivating song.
And soothing guitars.
Far from home, far from the end,
It's going to be a long walk, take my Hand,
We'll go to the place with meadows so green
With culms, never withering
To Utopia
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6. |
Evening at Hermes'
05:27
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Hell, when I'm coming to visit you,
I'm coming alone,
Hell, you were expecting me in awhile
And now my time is due.
Oh, I always deemed myself immortal,
Yet here I am crushed by defeat,
Have I been good, have I been evil,
Life has left me here to bleed.
And I won't say, I didn't deserve this,
For my will to live is dead,
I recall a smile from yesterday
And curse the chances, that I had.
Wipe the dross off my soul
And call it a day,
Evening has come.
Dawn will break a new Goal,
I will be on my way
Into the rising sun.
Upon Grim Reaper's heels,
I'm on a chase for the answer,
Why has everything to be the way it is?
And why did she have to go?
Is this eternity without her?
Don't you dare to run from me!
You punched the time clock for the living,
Now your clock will set us free.
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7. |
Dancing June
06:48
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In every generation, there
Is one platypus of each type,
That guards the
Nests against thieves, the eggs of these nest
Guardians are well hidden by
The mother.
Earth Platypus, born from the soil,
Hatched in winterfrozen ground,
First, you need to dig, then you must boil,
And finally set this guy down.
Quite acrobatic, they hide very high,
To hatch while they are falling free.
Use your sling on flying Platypi,
And bait them with some fine pastries.
Born in blazing, noxious heat,
Fire Platypi will breed
In seething geysers, you will need,
Barbecue tongs to succeed.
Hidden near the sparkling shore,
A Zebrafish you have to score,
To hatch Water Platypi,
But the zebrafish must die.
Your legs are short, your nose is flat.
I must admit, I fancy that
Oh Platypus, you are the best,
Upon your breast, I'll gladly rest.
I like your pretty face so well
And your sweet platypussy smell
you're cuter than a batty wuss,
You look just like a platypus.
Into your eye I'm fondly gazing -
You're not a platypus. amazing!
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This is a story about a man,
A rude man, who left his woman.
A woman, kind-hearted and gorgeous,
Signed over to fate, so ugly.
I am with her every day,
Lending her suppport,
She should not grieve for a husband,
who left her in the lurch
Up to this day he seemed fine
'Til late in the night something changed
He jabbered about running out of time
Everyone, but himself, he blamed
He looked me straight in the eye,
And he said "Shop-O-mat,
What might my purpose be?"
And I said "Gilligan,
Don't you see, what you have?
A shop, a wife and me!"
Then he got very upset,
He laughed and he screamed maniacly,
He then said "I'll go to bed,
Tomorrow will be different, please leave."
That was the last time, I ever saw,
In the morning, he was gone,
She cried on my shoulder 'til her cheeks went raw,
She must have felt so alone.
We worried, we wept, but time never slept,
Now she is about to forget Ill-mannered Mister Gilligan
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10. |
Roasting Flavour
05:22
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Oh, it took you so long,
But you have arrived,
Have a seat, sing a song,
Mhh, this party will go strong,
For meat'n'booze'n'boobs you strive,
Let's fill this bucket for a dive
Into the depths of Sangria
And drink even angrier.
I undertook to start the punch,
Contains nothing but drool,
Of those patties took a bunch,
Dropped them for the special crunch,
Delicious!
Take a steak, don't be a fool,
Oh, this is gonna be cool, yeah,
The hotsauce is hot, the sausages moist,
And there are plenty of tankards to hoist.
We keep taking our turns performing magic with the grill
Daring feats to pay our tributes to the ever-sizzling thrill,
Put your plates in the air,
Knock over your chair
And Escalate!
Look down to world on shaking knees,
Tonight we'll posh it up with a touch of sleaze,
Wielding cutlery like a Whirlwind!
Behold me, cranking up the heat,
A shimmering inferno,
Explosions, my heart stops for a beat,
But this meat looks pretty neat,
That is, what it takes to succeed,
At the partying bureau,
Regardless of the burning skies,
Those make the most exciting spice.
When the hammer hits my head,
The shovel dug my grave,
I'll be barbecueing with dead
Until then - break the bread
And feast.
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11. |
Bad Hair Day
06:25
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I have been expecting, oh,
In an awning hum,
Thy name be Armageddon,
When the time has come.
So I stroke my tent to row
In the ev'ning sun
Through the port o' revenue,
Tomorrow it'll be gone.
When coal rains down soot-veiled pinnacles Of burning piles
I'll take my gown, preach the end of things
- there's no denial
All of my bananas taken,
Beaten to the ground,
I have risen from the ashes,
To lead this world down.
So, my brothers, follow me
Into a new day's fall,
In fireclouds we will commence
The cleansing of our souls.
So Glorious, behold my glaring robe, immaculate.
Victorious, the divine bar of soap, made me rad!
We're hungry for salvation
We thirst for absolution
Humm Homm Kumbayea
We're hungry for salvation
We thirst for absolution
Our leader is now here
Lay eyes upon the sunrise,
For it might be the last time,
Mild sunshine, no bad hair day,
Let the bells of perdition chime.
I'm closing my case, there's nothing left to say.
Any last questions? Yeah, I take that as a no.
But if you feel battered, your whole world is shattered,
I may have a helpful suggestion for you.
No, you won't survive to see
Elysium's dawn,
Doomsday Messiah,
For you no one will mourn.
But I will brush my silky hair,
Marvel at those gorgeous curls,
Then I'll step outside to face
This moribund world.
It may seem safe to say, that Rufus's way
Of saving the day is a little snafu
But when shit hits the fan is when a decent man's plan
Will dwindle deeper as ever a diver with a scuba did do
Just grab your harmonica, sing about Deponia,
And Rufus's dream of a life more ideal
And the fact that sometimes there may
Be just one last chance to save the day
And that's to let go and if that's so -
I'm off now for real
Huzzah, he's off now for real.
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