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Pet Shop Boys: "Love is a bourgeois construct" - 2013
Like when a big story starts with,
that someone would tell you about dramas
bittersweet and always unrequited loves,
of how it all started - back then,
In the states of mind that are calm for you
of the applied egocentricity.
With statements like:
"You were always so hard to reach;
though you were there,
but you weren't really there,
god damn it!
You were always in a hurry
And you said
´Laß talk to us about it later...`
...and then you forgot again.
You seemed to be seen through a veil;
never came one so correctly to you ´ran.
Man, what did you have to be lonely for"
And you said, "Thanks again,
look in the mirror, kid!
And don't forget the polishing."
That sat however!
What you didn't have to listen to,
when the sign of the zodiac in the sky was "scapegoat"
and you were the first salesman.
Everybody always knew everything better,
it went back and forth,
wise shit made easy,
all knew where to go,
only you revolved around yourself,
over and over again-
but: that was a long time ago.
Forgive and forget.
Times must be good.
Well, today is good
let's be good.
Today you have this supposed weakness
developed to a strength,
because you know yourself in good company:
You can ask Jörg Kachelmann about the weather,
Barbara Schöneberger how to lose weight
and Carmen Nebel how love works...finally.
Oh, I'm digressing...
give good advice,
whether you like it or not
and sing my songs with
The Lover´s Tale begins dry,
leathery, powdery, dusty, sweaty,
greasy, creamy and noble
and again tells a long story.
Full of tearful misunderstandings.
About a fine, powerful and reliable flow
all the beauty will be
with into the last third.
Peach can be smelled
and turns the whole thing a little bit into fresh-
it's probably a rollover peach?
Is happiness possibly rolling in front of your feet?
Then heb´es on.
Passion, unleashed, lost and extinguished;
what remains is faith, love, hope.
I'll be taking my time for a long time
with all the schadenfreude it's cost
calculating what you've lost.
Love is a bourgeois construct.
Pet Shop Boys