By Jo W.

You First (Original Version by Spämi)

Do you want me
Tell me, do you want me
You better say it
Tell it straight
Tell it so I can't misunderstand
I wanna know
Cos I wanna tell you
How I feel
But you gotta say it first

ME FIRST (STRAIGHT VERSION)

I WANT YOU
I WILL SAY IT AGAIN
I WANT YOU
I WILL SHOUT IT LOUD
I WANT YOU
THERE IS NO DOUBT
I WANT YOU
CAN'T MISUNDERSTAND
I WANT YOU
NOW YOU KNOW
I WANT YOU
HOW DO(ES THIS MAKE)
YOU FEEL?

Poetry First (Something-Beyond Version)

I want you-
Not only beacause
You make me
Writing poems
And dreaming
More

Who's First Now ("Something-Like-Enjoy-the-Silence" -Version)

Do I want you?
I'd better say -what?
Should I tell it straight
So you can't misunderstand?

Sometimes words have two meaning
Sometimes words have three meaning
Sometimes - meanings have no words

Yes, I want you
But I won't write it now
Cos I'm missing the words
You couldn't misunderstand

Abendstimmung

Stille senkt sich auf die Welt
Ruhe empfangt den naheden Sonnenuntergang
Das Spiel der Schatten
Die Winde wollen schlafen

Stille gibt schwarze Lebensruhe
Sterne sind nur noch Sterne
Grashalme geben Schutz vor
Wasser schweigt

Stille

Ich sehe die Mondscheineidechse auf mich zukommen
Und lege mich ins warme Netz der Spinne Schlaf

Evening Mood (Abendstimmung)

Quietness sinks onto the world
Silence meets the approaching sunset
The shadow play
The winds want to sleep

Quietness gives black life-tranquillity
Stars merely are stars
Blades of grass give the protection against
Water keeps quiet

Quietness

I see the moonlight-lizzard coming towards me
And lay myself into the web of the spider sleep

I Want Kitsch (the fog remix)

And sex and love
Deathly lust till the end
(but no cliche)
Make the blood run
Suck my joy
Kill me

Everytime
A little bit

Sun ain't nothing but a star

When July turns to September
When the midnight sun turns black
Don't forget the stars you see
Don't lose the memories in your head

There will be a further summer
When this single star shines bright
But now, you'll be yourself a sun
In the Scandinavian night

Unnamed

your body is a playground
but not for children's play
we both know what we've found
but we will never say
a word outside this place

my body is an attic
for long forgotten games
we're playing hide and seek
ignoring all the shames
they're searching in our face

our bodies are a temple
for lust and love and sex
we're fucking dirty - for example
but we're alive - not wax