Carnival in Babylon
Album - 1972 - Debaser id 49266

Der Wurstplanet vertieft im Gebet mit Jesus
Wirkt sehr verstört ohne TV
Er glaubt die Blindheit gibt es erst seit Krösus
Und funkt gedankenlos sein Alibi

Ede möchte gerne frisches Riechsalz vermessen
Und sein Werkzeug bleibt sein bestes Argument
Leider hat er seine Ganglien in Uruk vergessen
Und er bemerkt er trägt sein allerletzes Hemd

Ein Senfgewehr zielt bedrohlich auf die Priesterreihe
Maschinen im Labor bereiten ihre Priesterweihe
Und Nachbarsekten essen
Thunfischflossen
Roh
Im Klo

Bärtige Weise schweben im All
Sie singen und tanzen
Und gestern und morgen vernebelt im Kral
Gehört nun den Wanzen

Ohne Grund jubelnd geh'n sie nach oben
Auf dem Weg ohne Boden
Weder Traum noch Idee berührt die Gedanken
Und plötzlich sie schwanken

At first I saw them
In the bright morning light
A milestone on their shoulders
A horse at their side
A horse they came over
From the land of constant fight

At the corner they were waiting
For a winner of their size
Nut the managers were taking over
The profession of disguise

And they went into a rainbow
And they lived there for many years
Till one day they tried to go
But burning was their gear

Are you waiting for the take-off
Are you waiting for the show
No winner will be coming
You really should know

Neo-Nazi doom advisors sticking in the mud
While Hindustanian horses refuse a haircut
Windswept children running wild on the land
Lonely tele-typers ticking in Tschaikowsky's tent
Pig-pink-coloured ministers are ready to drop
They cut down all the flowers on the way to the top
While frogmen encircle the Zig-Zag Cinema
And salvation's sisters enter the Turkish Opera

Pudding-face publicity promoters call
For a sign on the invisible wall
While prophets drive past on compressed air
And caravans of cameras do not care
The boomerang battery bands-man on his sphinx-like bike
Is mostly from Saturday to Sunday on strike
While formulas go to pieces close at the ground
On their way down the hill all the years' round

Later I saw them
In a rusty limousine
A guitar on their shoulder
To leave the golden mean
Where the cleric is a clown
And the colours are clean

At the corner they were waiting
For a splendid slot machine
Which could change wine into water
And reality into a dream

Wake up get up
Smoke a cigarette
Read the paper
Going back to bed
Sky is grey
And lamp is shining red
Chick from last night
Still lying in bed

Though I know
Society is dead brain
I start thinking in circles
Following their games
I need informations
Leaving that formation
Feel busy
I feel temptation
My steady hesitation
Makes me dizzy

It's half past four
And everybody's gone
Big house is empty
And I don't feel at home
Depression starts
To catch my brain
Dope-religion
Know everything's in vain

Though I know
Feel the longings of my heart
I did learn
How to play my part
I always try not t olose
The freedom of my mind
Taking the cake means baking your own tart

Above your head
Church bells explode
And you jump over fountains
And you don't see
The birds in the trees
They have all turned to the mountains

There is a snake in your bathroom
And a tiger at your door
And if you open up the mailbox
Locusts fall on the floor, on the floor

But in your eyes
I see a sunbeam
Like the rising sun of dawn
On your finger's a ring of crystal
Like the cry of a flying swan
In your right hand nothing more is left than a shadow
In your left hand you hold a letter from the girl on the road

There is a tree in your bathroom
And a friend at your door
And if you open up the mailbox
Stars fall on the floor, fall on the floor

I heard about
A place they call Blind Square
In the middle
Of prophesied land
Surrounded by
A wall of mirrors
Two hundred feet high
And transparent
I tried very hard
To reach there
On a camel
I saved from a cook's sneer
After seventy days
And seventy nights
I finally arrived
At the corners of Blind Square

A collection of clouds
At the reception
The egg-eyed doorman
Was serving a blink
Two ravens on his shoulder
He whispered:
Don't run so fast
If you want to see anything
I passed
The wizard's wonky blizzards
When a phone box
Came sailing though the air
And a zebra
Walked in to Blind Square
Reciting loudly
The whole alphabet
Hope you can see me
Here in my barrel
The governor
Of the Blind Square District
Came rolling along
In slow-motion pictures
Handing me a form-sheet
And Shakespeare's pen
I fell asleep
In the waterfall museum
And I heard the songs
Of the seven Sirens
I saw the children
They forgot their names
Playing all day long
On the wings of a crane
And the colour-blind legends
Were melting
In the heat of the sun, the heat of the sun

When Hawknose Harlequin came
And told me something
About the children's gun
Smiling in his wheelchair
On the stairs of Blind Square