We’d better think about the consequences
We’d better think about the global senses
The time went out yeah eh, the time went out
Easter
I have to praise you
I have to praise you
I have to praise you
I have to praise you like I should
Birdinvasion
You try to scream
But terror takes the sound before you make it
You start to freeze
As horror looks you right between the eyes
You’re paralyzed
Pussy
And the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man in the moon
Birds At The Karlsbidge
Am Grunde der Moldau wandern die Steine
Es liegen drei Kaiser begraben in Prag.
Das Große bleibt groß nicht und klein nicht das Kleine.
Die Nacht hat zwölf Stunden, dann kommt schon der Tag.
Little Tiger
We move like cagey tigers
We couldn’t get closer than this
The way we walk
The way we talk
The way we stalk
The way we kiss
The Dead Don’t Die
Oh, the dead don’t die
Anymore than you or I
They’re just ghosts inside a dream
Of a life that we don’t own
Cuban Cat
Ooh, that’s why I’m easy
I’m easy like Sunday morning
That’s why I’m easy
I’m easy like Sunday morning