Audiogrammes

Ich nicht sprechen Deutsch!
Ich nicht sprechen Deutsch!
I said
Ich nicht sprechen Deutsch!
Ich nicht sprechen Deutsch!
Entschuldigung!

B-Side of the single released two days ago!

Who’d have thunk it? Watching PSB again on Friday in Berlin. And yes, before listening to this song I couldn’t even say “I don’t speak German”. However, my dear friend K made sure he taught me Entschuldigung before “leaving” me all alone in Germany.

I’ve got an amazing weekend coming up:
Jagwar Ma and SOHN at First Take We Take Berlin
followed by Blur, Pet Shop Boys, Bjork, My Bloody Valentine, Pantha du Prince, John
Talabot… at the Berlin Festival in the middle of an abandoned airport
and on Monday I’ll relax with Debussy and Ravel at the Berlin Philharmonie

Did I just rub it in your face? Oh, I’m sorry.
I mean Entschuldigung!

Take that trip down memory lane
Where you’re never gonna feel the same
Where you’re never gonna take the blame
Change your name, now you out the game
So you head outside, feel the rain
Something in your brain can’t break the chain
Same mistake again, fake the pain again,
Day to day you prowl, wakey wakey now
Holy cow you’re in doubt
You left and now you feel down
Your heart lies back in that town
So creep back in, don’t make a sound
Or lose your crown again, sleep around again
Tell your friends that you’re proud
Or ask yourself what you really want from life
Don’t follow that crowd!

It’s Thursday night
Let’s get it right
I want to know
you’re gonna stay for the weekend
Starting tonight
Let’s do it right
I want to know
you’re gonna stay for the weekend
Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
I want to know
you’re gonna stay for the weekend

PS: yes, Love is a Bourgeois construct and Schadenfreude is such an amazing word.

When you walked out you did me a favour
It’s absolutely clear to me
that love is a bourgeois construct
just like they said at university
I’ll be taking my time for a long time
with all the schadenfreude it’s cost
calculating what you’ve lost

Talking tough and feeling bitter
but better now it’s clear to me
that love is a bourgeois construct
so I’ve given up the bourgeoisie