Ein nagelneuer Song, hurra! Naja, eigentlich ist er weit über ein Jahr alt, aber der Text sitzt immer noch nicht. 😉 Egal.
Wäre dieser Song auf bayerisch, hieße er: “Du glaubst wohl, ich bin auf der Brennsupp’n daher g’schwomma!” Da das aber nicht auf die Melodie zurecht zu biegen war, hab ich ihn doch “the ugliest picture” genannt.
Und so ginge der Text richtig:
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the ugliest picture
like a bright morning’s sunrise
‚tween palms at the sea
that mood’s overwhelming
and for sure it’s got me
thinking this is the jackpot
I would finally be free
even bound by a padlock
I would still remain me
but the top coat, it’s peeling
right in front of my eyes
what it’s revealing
comes as quite a surprise
irresponsible tong twists
shine your morgue in disguise
one more cross on your graveyard
but they all will arise
this is the ugliest picture by far
you handed it to me
even the dumbest drunk in a bar
still realizes this only can be
naivety’s mindless spark of a rift
I wont even take this as a gift
in that bright mornings sunshine
‚tween palms at the sea
for a carless long moment
that finally left me
with a serious sunburn
I had never foreseen
it took too long to discern
your idiosyncrasy
though the top coat was peeling
right in front of my eyes
what I had been feeling…
did my mind idolize?
a blind spot in my senses?
warning signs all denied?
was it misapprehension?
well you are not worth the fight
this is the ugliest picture by far
you handed it to me
even the dumbest drunk in a bar
will remind me what I should have seen
naivety’s mindless spark of a rift
I wont even take this as a gift
burn this picture
it’s not what it should be
burn this picture
I don’t want to believe
burn this picture
it’s not where you should be
burn this picture
burn this picture
please
