Aus gegebenen Anlass: Hohe Spritpreise und rund ums Tanken, das war das Motto des 44. FOFL.
Dem Motto folgen ist aber kein Muss, deswegen gab es auch andere Beiträge. Na gut, einen anderen Beitrag. Und Ihr dürft raten, welcher.
blöde öko Affn,
doch ich geb mein -
mein Flitzer net zurück
nur weiler out is
net gut gebaut is
lass'schn ne steh'n.
Wenn ihr nur noch Rad fahrt
weils der Vater Staat sacht,
ne mein Brobläm.
Mein Wachen fährt DIIESEL
bis in alle Ewischkeit,
lass mir's nicht vermiesen..
dieser blöde Feinstaub-Scheiß,
Diesel ist Unendlichkeit!!
Eh la benzina ogni giorno costa sempre di piu
e la lira cede e precipita giu
svalutation, svalutation.
Cambiando i governi niente cambia lassu
c'e un buco nello Stato dove i soldi van giu
svalutation, svalutation.
Io amore mio non capisco perche
cerco per le ferie un posto al mare e non c'e
svalutation, svalutation.
Con il salario di un mese compri solo un caffe
gli stadi son gremiti ma la gente dov'e
Und das Benzin wird jeden Tag immer teurer
Und die Lira gibt nach und stürzt ab
Inflationierung, Inflationierung
Die Regierungen wechseln, aber da oben ändert sich nichts
es gibt ein Loch im Staat, in dem das Geld verschwindet
Inflationierung, Inflationierung
Meine Liebe, ich verstehe nicht warum
Ich suche einen Platz am Meer für meinen Urlaub und es gibt keinen
Inflationierung, Inflationierung
Mit einem Monatslohn kannst Du gerade mal einen Kaffee kaufen
die Stadien sind voll, aber wo sind die Menschen
I've been waiting for years to buy a brand new Cadillac
But now that I've got one I want to send it right back
I can't afford the gas for my luxury limousine
But even if I had the dough, no one's got no gasoline
I went to my local dealer to see if he could set me straight
He said there's a little gas going but you have to wait
But he offered some red hot speed and some really high grade hash
But a gallon of gas can't be purchased anywhere for any amount of cash
I can score you some coke and some grade one grass
But I can't get a gallon of gas
We had no home front, we had no soft soap
They sent us Playboy, they gave us Bob Hope
We dug in deep and shot on sight
And prayed to Jesus Christ with all of our might
We had no cameras to shoot the landscape
We passed the hash pipe and played our Doors tapes
And it was dark, so dark at night
And we held on to each other, like brother to brother
We promised our mothers we′d write
And we would all go down together
I leave cords of mics hanging like spring leaves
Do a track so fast, beyond from you and I
Lyrical tactics, vocal gymnastics
E's and pepped up
You get swept up
Smacked up, backed up
Your crew's all cracked up
Check it, slow pick, choose quick
You can't stick
My medical range is strange as angles
You get tangled twist aside affections
Channels repeat, complete, can't compete
Check the hour and texture, mind adventure
Exploit the point
Into tracks to devour
My intellects proceed
With Diesel Power
We packed the van, our time was then
That's the story 'bout kids and their shadows
We just didn't wanna be lonely
That's why I still sing
Glory to the ones who know the van, oh, oh, oh
Glory to the ones on the edge
I just don't wanna be lonely, I just don't wanna be...
think some of us need to chip away at what we don't understand
Slowly combing over it
Slowly getting under it
'Cause there's no getting over it
Im August geht's weiter. Stay cool!