Let’s Guillotine the Bourgeoisie Tonight, Qomrades!
“Moin Moin- what’s up?
Everything ok? How late is it?
Almost nine o’clock- okay.
I’ll get started, getting breakfast,
Turn on the walkman, close the front door,
Walk through the street, up to the shop,
There they have the best bagels in town,
At the counter I can take a look into today’s newspaper:
Something about a major offensive,
Tons of bombs on a small city,
Many people died,
It was extinguished in just one night,
I pay and leave the bakery,
still hearing the news speaker talking:
“The situation got worse; fantastic weather today”
Suddenly there’s a bang, 1000 shards everywhere,
The neighbor’s cat got hit in a car accident,
Seeing it can spoil your mood
What is this thing thinking to die right in front of my eyes?
What an absolutly crazy show,
on TV and radio,
the sun is smiling gleefully,
on days like these…
Nobody tells me why,
at breakfast or dinner,
The questions bore so mercyless,
on days like these…
UNICEF estimates that a million people are threatened to starve,
While I just cut my healthy fruits with the Mulinex,
I see a child with a fly in it’s sad eyes,
I know that this is really cruel, it’s sh*t,
Dude, I don’t feel anything,
What happend to me, how is this possible?
Maybe I’ve seen it too often, it’s on TV almost daily,
But why can’t it scare me anymore
When people die miserably because of polluted water?
This dumb feeling, this emptiness in my head
Something like this can never happen to us, but what if it did?
The questions torment me, I can’t stand this sh*t anymore
They have nothing to eat over there and I feel like having stones in my stomach
What an absolutly crazy show,
on TV and radio,
the sun is smiling gleefully,
on days like these…
Nobody tells me why,
at breakfast or dinner,
The questions bore so mercyless,
on days like these…
What did he just say on such a normal Saturday,
A brutal attack happened in a brutish way,
In which six people died, the wounded cry names,
Those horrible actions won’t let me fall asleep now
I still see the picture on TV in front of my eyes,
A young man stands there in the dust,
Begging for child and wife,
Now I ask myself how it feels like to loose a child,
Even before it celebrated its very first birthday,
But that is beyond my imagination,
Maybe they were assassins full of hate for their enemy,
Maybe they loved their family or they were fathers too,
Sometimes when I see the news something strange happens to me,
Because we are parents now as well,
we brought a child into this word,
Then suddenly I get terrified that something could happen to us,
To loose the loved ones, that this happens in reality,
In the middle of the night I wake up, bathed in persipration,
I go to the bed of my daughter and hear how she silently breathes.
What an absolutly crazy show,
on TV and radio,
the sun is smiling gleefully,
on days like these…
Nobody tells me why,
at breakfast or dinner,
The questions bore so mercyless,
on days like these…
What an absolutly crazy show,
on TV and radio,
the sun is smiling gleefully,
I can’t shake of the images,
at breakfast or dinner,
and nobody can tell me why.”
“An Tagen wie diesen”, Fettes Brot, 2008
This is one of the sickest, most disturbing (but nevertheless fantastic) songs I’ve listened to in all my life. Just read those lyrics and you’ll know why… German music isn’t just Rammstein.
Elisabeth: [can’t find Tod in a crowd] okay I’ve got this
Elisabeth: MY LIFE SUCKS I’M GONNA KILL MYSELF
Der Tod: [screams at full volume] DO IT, ELISABETH!!
Elisabeth: Found him
So true
