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Hier gibt es die Texte und (irgendwann) auch ein paar MP3-Versionen von unseren Songs:
(Wir nehmen zur Zeit einige Demoversionen auf, die hier hoffentlich bald zum runterladen verfügbar sind!)

• Summer Madness    Text, irgendwann auch als MP3
• Fat Chance    Text, irgendwann auch als MP3
• My Own Slice    Text, irgendwann auch als MP3
• Sometimes...So What?   irgendwann als MP3
• Detective Zero   demnächst als MP3 (Livemittschnitt von der Abiparty Raabeschule '00)
• Bubble In Trouble   
• Jazztity  

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Summer Madness:    (Demoversion irgendwann im MP3-Format zum kostenlosen Download)
(Musik: Falko, BNY       Text: BNY)

[Strophe 1]
hot sun blazing down
your sweat is drippin' like you feel you're gonna drown
your shirt's wet through and you smell like shit
your deodorant has failed and you don't feel quite fit
your hangover is worse than it ever was before
and you can't even walk 'cause your feet are so sore
and if you can't cool them off 'cause they're too damn hot
why not try lyin' in the shade and chillin' to the sound of...

[Refrain]
summer madness in the streets
and on the beach, the place where everybody meets
summer madness in the air
come get your fill, come get your share
it's summer madness everywhere

[Strophe 2]
some hours later, and you feel like a new man
already opening your first beer can
it's time you quit your home and pump some stuff into your dome
get loaded to the edge but please don't jump that windowledge
'cause it's five floors down for a hard knock life
simply use the back door just don't get caught by your wife
down to the shore you go, checking out the scene
partyin' all night and movin' to the sound of...

[Strophe 3]
comes next morning, and you really wish you're dead
you're only glad you've woken up in your own bed and
not in that of the chick you met last night
when you were out on the hunt and completely uptight
Anyway, guys, for every beer there is a price
call one-eight-hundred jazzhole for free advice
live your dreams, shave your face, cut your hair and off we go
drivin' to the waterfront and dancin' to the sound of...

[Refrain]

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Fat Chance:         (Demoversion bald im MP3-Format zum kostenlosen Download)
(Musik: BNY       Text: BNY)

[Strophe 1]
Your mommy always called you her tiny little cutie
Such a sweet sweet prince of exceptional beauty
The star of the town where you were born and raised
And everybody on your block appeared amazed
In the kindergarten at the tender age of four
Your teacher was the only one to weigh a little more
You never figured out what all the kids were on about
When they would stare at you and whisper and giggle and shout

[Refrain]
Go! Take your chance you're sure to score
Go! You'll make her want much more
Go! You're the best forget the rest (just)
Go!

[Strophe 2]
Everybody knew you but nobody seemed to care
And as for girls well you had your share
Of failures; life was hard and unkind
'Til she came along and blew your mind
A liposuction candidate and just as big as you
Soon became your only friend someone for you to talk to
She gave you the courage that you needed to live on
But one day in winter she'd vanished and gone

[Strophe 3]
Your mommy always called her a little pussy-cat
You asked her "Baby, why am I so fat?"
She said "It's in your genes" and you had an erection
Stand-up comedy in great perfection
Now that she had left, man, you really was alone
You sat around for days staring at the telephone
You were suicidal and completely distraught
until you wondered and pondered and whistled and thought

[Refrain]

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My Own Slice (The Dice Girls): (Demoversion bald im MP3-Format zum kostenlosen Download)
(Musik: Falko, BNA     Text: BNA)

[Strophe1]
Think I'm the one to pay the price
Without really getting my own slice
I'm not the one who throws the dice

I do think I ain't doin' wrong
But there's not much left for feeling strong
I am tryin' hard to get along

I'm looking forward to that day
When I can make it my own way
And on the sunny side I'll stay

[Refrain]
But is there a reason for despair
Because when you where by my side
My heart was burning like sunlight so bright
'n I've build a nest out of your hair

[Strophe2]
I did not think it was a game
Intoxicated by your name
Now I know you didn't feel the same

I do not want to play the clown
But every time I'm sad and down
I think of those times and begin to drown

People may say that I'm naive
But I am that sure I can believe
That better times will come in brief

[Refrain]

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