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Jan Winkler
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- 05.06.08
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Hier: Was denken sie?
At the Pharmacy
Steam, steam, steam
Comes out of an ampulla
The apothecary says: „baby, I’m blind”
“Xerophthalmia is a dry desease!
“Haven’t you got somethin’ for my eyes?”
A clammy dressing? Or an orgasmic salve?
Oh, heaven forbid! The steam, the steam!
ItÂ’s in my mouth now! My Tongue! ItÂ’s absquatulating!
“Well, aphthous oral infection entains tremendous
Detriments, preconditioned you stay deedless”
The colonoscopy glows red
The Steam gets thick and thicker
“Mister, … you’re what I call an oaf
The recipe have warned you
The sisters, they have told you”
DO NOT! DO NOT!
Baby, I have to laugh ‘bout your funny glasses
The steam, well, bemused me
TheyÂ’re big and round and stimulant
Reminds me of life belts,
We could use one, we would grab it.
We would get us out from antiseptic swamps
The Ventilation have broke down
TheyÂ’re all at the steamÂ’s mercy
The air turnes pink
“So the shit hits the fan, unlucky fellows”
Where is my salve? And my dressing?
Breath and feel
how breathing becomes your enemy
The Steam has got a brain. You know that?
HeÂ’s a bloody Philosopher
He knows ‘bout your desire!
HeÂ’s laughing
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
“My Assistant, where are you?”
“present, good doctor, I will fight my way through.”
Through dozens of creatures
With pink eyes, starring at my legs.
They like legs.
IÂ’m scaaaared!
I have no mind anymore. IÂ’ve sold it!
To the King of Steam!
The King is here, mighty in stealing truth.
The truth I did not see anymore.
It is all one color now
“These pictures, they are not real!
They are not real! They were something spooky,
Creeping out from this flippinÂ’
Ampulla, a gift from hell,
A mean trap for apothecaries who
Have ridden the snake.
“Baby, you behave like this rabbit from alice,
you know, this fanatic fluffy crony
with this preference for tea.
Your hoppinÂ’ and smilinÂ’ a bit too much For me!
AND I HATE THINGS BEING A BIT TOO MUCH!”
Jaundice, catalepsy, amoebic liver abscess.
My three friends, do not forsake me!
Stay here, circle me, kiss me,
I will never forget the words.
The smoking words, spoken through thick fog.
The SteamsÂ’s approaching
The words of Disease, the words of failure.
The strength of bacteria shined through
A hypochondriacÂ’s nightmare
We all gone mad
And you will be ill!
At the Pharmacy
Steam, steam, steam
Comes out of an ampulla
The apothecary says: „baby, I’m blind”
“Xerophthalmia is a dry desease!
“Haven’t you got somethin’ for my eyes?”
A clammy dressing? Or an orgasmic salve?
Oh, heaven forbid! The steam, the steam!
ItÂ’s in my mouth now! My Tongue! ItÂ’s absquatulating!
“Well, aphthous oral infection entains tremendous
Detriments, preconditioned you stay deedless”
The colonoscopy glows red
The Steam gets thick and thicker
“Mister, … you’re what I call an oaf
The recipe have warned you
The sisters, they have told you”
DO NOT! DO NOT!
Baby, I have to laugh ‘bout your funny glasses
The steam, well, bemused me
TheyÂ’re big and round and stimulant
Reminds me of life belts,
We could use one, we would grab it.
We would get us out from antiseptic swamps
The Ventilation have broke down
TheyÂ’re all at the steamÂ’s mercy
The air turnes pink
“So the shit hits the fan, unlucky fellows”
Where is my salve? And my dressing?
Breath and feel
how breathing becomes your enemy
The Steam has got a brain. You know that?
HeÂ’s a bloody Philosopher
He knows ‘bout your desire!
HeÂ’s laughing
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
“My Assistant, where are you?”
“present, good doctor, I will fight my way through.”
Through dozens of creatures
With pink eyes, starring at my legs.
They like legs.
IÂ’m scaaaared!
I have no mind anymore. IÂ’ve sold it!
To the King of Steam!
The King is here, mighty in stealing truth.
The truth I did not see anymore.
It is all one color now
“These pictures, they are not real!
They are not real! They were something spooky,
Creeping out from this flippinÂ’
Ampulla, a gift from hell,
A mean trap for apothecaries who
Have ridden the snake.
“Baby, you behave like this rabbit from alice,
you know, this fanatic fluffy crony
with this preference for tea.
Your hoppinÂ’ and smilinÂ’ a bit too much For me!
AND I HATE THINGS BEING A BIT TOO MUCH!”
Jaundice, catalepsy, amoebic liver abscess.
My three friends, do not forsake me!
Stay here, circle me, kiss me,
I will never forget the words.
The smoking words, spoken through thick fog.
The SteamsÂ’s approaching
The words of Disease, the words of failure.
The strength of bacteria shined through
A hypochondriacÂ’s nightmare
We all gone mad
And you will be ill!
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