The Last Attraction

For our fans in Leipzig:
Der Teufel ohne Mädchen
©2001 by Christian Beier
I put on my hat, shine my shoes
And put on my ol’ p-coat
And walk through the hall,
But hesitate by the door
I don’t want to stay in,
But there’s nothing to go out for
So I go back inside, just to sing a quick song
“La, la la la la…”
all dressed up with nowhere to go
making confessions to an empty room
why has the Muse abandoned me tonight?
I want to feel my heart,
But maybe I lost it, somebody took it, I gave it away,
Or maybe I never had one in the first place
As I try to make a decision, outside it begins to rain
Well, that’s it! I won’t decide anything
Someone-else-your-god-or-mine, or none-at-all,
Has pre-ordained everything,
So I can just go back to doing what can’t be done
But I decide not to do it,
There are more useful things to do
And feeling hollow isn’t enough
To occupy the time
Between going out and staying in
And wondering if I should go out again
The doorbell interrupts the existential plight
And in walks the very devil himself
“But exactly whose devil are you pray tell”
Oh, nobody’s in particular my son,
but I can destroy any faith.
“I don’t believe in you, rest assured…”
that’s okay, I believe in myself
but I didn’t come to discuss that with you.
“Is it raining, is it raining?”
oh, can’t you see for yourself?
“I just wanted to know if I need an umbrella if I go out.”
well, never mind that and get me a drink
there’s nothing to offer?
oh, it sounds like the night outside
you see the moon, the stars,
the tides on the earth aren’t in harmony
so I suggest that you don’t bother to go out
but I see that you’re all dressed up,
so we’d better not waste time
discussing the price of your soul
come with me, I know where we can go
the fresh air will do you good
and leave the umbrella at home
We argued on the street,
Should we take a tram or should we walk
Then along came a tram and we jumped right in
What a dismal din we made amongst the empty seats
And he showed me a place where I once died!
The foulness of old wounds ripening under the moon,
Makes us howl for love
The benefits of vodka you can’t deny
Nor that bitterness is more boring than boredom
The visions the vodka gave
The music it inspired,
The poetry that it ruined
La la la la….
I dreamed of my wedding day,
And the funeral of my heart
As we stepped off of the tram
The devil took me by the hand
And brought me to a place
Where we could disregard the gods
We entered in style
Attractive and drunk,
Walking arm-in-arm with lost hope
We won’t laugh at sorrow
Sweep your delusions aside
And we danced until we needed more poison
“ich war hier before,
glaubst du mir nicht?”
I screamed at a woman by the bar
She took my hat,
Stole my scarf,
As I threw off my ol’ overcoat
“It’s not always time to look within,”
the devil said quietly
and he handed me a tumbler of whisky
which I drank and broke on the floor
and he danced with me as if I were his son
and the music was what it wasn’t
I retrieved my hat, overlooked my scarf
For the price of a mere kiss
Ahhhh, the temptation to squeal like a pig
Was stilled by a jealous woman’s words
“why don’t you just stop?”
stop what I say?
Stop you know what and f..k off!
The devil grabbed my arm yelling “There He is!”
Pointing to the savior
“Oh, god, no it’s really Him, it can’t be but it is,
come on brother let’s get outta here!”
and we ran into the night, unprotected by the wind
glad to be in possession of our wits
and with a bow he said goodbye
and vanished into the sky
la la la la…..
THE COMEDY, LA BELLE INDIFFERENCE
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