Moon

My queen of this side shakes off the dust of her nature
Although she knows she’s the fisher of man
It’s so mean

Oh queen of south superficial play of a shallow
It’s deeper and stronger below defects of our time
Defects of our time

Immortals are warned since generations
Joy and pleasure – we’ve been able to leave it behind
So long, so long, so long.

Farewell celebrations are over
Me evil man bringing forth his ideas
So long, so long, so long.

That feeling of decay lost its meaning
And sex can’t make me love you again
Those overtaken finally break free
Tell I …

Tell I name her moon
Tell I name her moon
She. Say I do.
She’s dead. She’s dead. She’s dead. She’s dead. She.

Tell I name her moon. Say I do. Call her moon. She’s dead.
She’s dead. So!

I call her moon. Say.
She’s dead. HOh.

She’s dead … She’s dead. She’s dead so.

Tell I name her moon.
Tell I name her moon,

Say. I do. Say. I do.

_{(c) 1989 FUNFACTORY! MV
music by: Giltjes/Jogwer
lyrics by: Jogwer
recordings: 1989 in Ljubljana, Slovenia by Pink Turns Blue (Giltjes/Jogwer/Walter)
original release: studio-album ‘EREMITE‘ (1990) by ROUGH TRADE RECORDS
SMT-Code: 000.000.008}