SIFFLET: my lovey says I need a diet / this notion causes deep disquiet / I‘ve fattened up I must acknowledge / but that‘s no reason to horn in on my way of stuffing my paunch // she might be right I yield and try it / low fat low carb low protein diet / got no degree from health food college / shall I do flat belly‘s Atkins or macrobiotics for lunch // vitamin A vitamin B vitamin C vitamin D / eat what you love / love what you eat / proteins and fats carbohydrates
Mitschnitt des Basler Fernsehens von einem Doppelkonzert Balkan Express und Soulcase.
Balkan Express spielt JERUSALEM: Jerusalem desired by Christians / Jerusalem acclaimed by Jews / Jerusalem adored by Muslims / her name betrayed smirched and abused // no more text about al Aqsa / no more poem about the dome / no single line about mount Zion / until we stop the bloody plot
IMAR AVEN: ‘Cause I'm a soldier of general Bourbaki / I need no love or culture I just need Raki / never drink espresso in a bistro / never want caresses from no miss / never drink no alcopops in discos / never long for no top model’s kiss / never drink Rivella in Zermatt / never dream of Cinderella’s hut / never drink no Guinness in a pub / never meet no princess in a club / never drink Champagne in a Corvette / never sing in rain for a brunette / never drink Martini in a pool / never rub no genie in a school / never drink chianti in a chill out / never take no antiaging pill / ‘cause I'm a soldier of general Bourbaki / I need no love or culture I just need Raki
ÜSKÜDARA: mokkananda - smell the fragrance of roast beans / mokkananda - hear the pressure of the steam / mokkananda - see the colour how unique / mokkananda - feel the cup how warm and sleek // coffee makes the spoon go round / what a lovely sound / coffee wakes the dead alive / daily dose take five // coffee tones my glasses pink / what a glorious drink / coffee flows from dawn to dusk / coffee is my lust
VALLJA: Gananama Ganapati Ganesha lambodar sohe / bhujacare eka danta Candra Ma lalata rajai / Brahma Vishnu Mahesha tala de dhurapada gave / ati vicitra Gananatha aja mridanga bajave // oh my feet won’t stand still / when I hear the magic tune / when I hear the roaring thunder / of the rhythm in my ear // pumping bass and stomping drums / strike my ears like raging bulls / even sweetest melodies / cannot cannot soothe my pulse // still my feet won’t stand still / when I hear the magic tune / can’t control the eruption / of emotion in my soul