hey ho, it´s way too calm in here. lets start a nice rhapsody in blue - blue bond´s journey through the funhouse. and the piano is playing..da da..daa..daa..da..daa.......
cinema paradiso - walking through the pillars, a stairway to a wonderful dream, painted in red and black colours
facing the spotlights, facing your life. its running through your veins, even if you´re standing still. the ceiling breaks down
your world is turned upside down behind the bar. that´s the usual procedure with the usual suspects. don´t worry, your gun is useless. reality becomes blurred
a dark hole in the middle of a rockwall. don´t get hurt by the dozen pillars, its just a small jump from here, falling off an airplane
scaramanga is dead, but the house is living on. the watchmen are watching with a big smile. the ultimate eyes of the pyramids promised a world without fear. but they are the ones you should be scared of, little wall-e.
the funhouse is a movie studio. life is a movie studio. its all an illusion. „No hay banda!“ are you still searching for the blue key, rita?
"The days of wine and roses laugh and run away like a child at play
Through a meadow land toward a closing door
A door marked "nevermore" that wasn't there before"
and clint eastwood grins and john wayne is waving the flags, but it was james stewart who was in world war 2. it´s a cowboy´s world. voilent and self-destructive
bang bang, said the green beret, you knocked me down. blue bond knocked me down.
and then he said: "mirror mirror, on the wall. show me where their bombs will fall."
it´s a face/off situation. or black and blue again, seperated in talkshows.
happy saint valentine`s massacre day, all you people! but hey al, smoking is not allowed in here. spell it! q..u..a..r..a..n..t..i..n...e.
baby, I´m on fire! let´s see if I can shoot off the apple on your head, but let me tell you, oh boy, my hands are shaking!
the illusion eats you and you disappear in the black hole again. black and gold, the colours of treachery and vanity
it´s your decision. door 1, door 2, door 3 or door 4? do you wanna take door 2? no, you don´t wanna do that! I give you 500 dollars if you choose another door. they...are...not...the...same!
you should meet me at the bar. then we talk about the good old times. c´mon, have another drink with me. it pours and it tastes like honey. they don´t make things like that anymore.
the journey has come to and end, the music is dead again. the blue eyes are facing the blue lights. what a wonderful time, haha.