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Russian Roulette Lyrics
Side 1
PARTY LIFE
lyrics & music by arno steffen
Every day we wanna be amused
Me and my friends we must have parties
Come and meet Rolls and Cartiers
We're the velvet wrapped refugees
No day without abuse
Without excess it's not successful
Ordinary orgies are boring me
There's only one thing left exciting me
Between cherry lips and delicious dips
Bored crowd on Jazz and Cocktails
Nothing new for us to do
Let's get the thrill that helps us thru
It's one and five - party life
It's one and five - party life
We jump onto the bullet-go-round
Oh what fun to see you on the ground
It's one and five - party life
It's one and five party life
Let's meet Rolls and Cartiers
We're the velvet wrapped refugees
When the sun is going down
We start to live and we get restless
Full moon and depressive mood
There's a midnight party in the neighbourhood
And so we meet again
To set the headlines in the local paper
Nothing really happened yet
But there it is - and our hands get wet
Pale faces and bloodshot eyes
Waiting for the big surprise
Excitement is burning in our hearts
So we have fun 'cos life is hard
One and five - party life
One and five - party life
Let's jump onto the bullet-go-round
Oh what fun to see you on the ground
One and five - party life
One and five - party life
Nothing really happened yet
But there it is and our hands are wet
It's one and five ...
Arno Steffen lead vocals
Jürgen Fritz piano & moogs
Jeffrey Porcaro drums
Steve Lukather bass & electric guitars Tim May - electric guitar
Robert Greenidge - steel drums
The Party Life Crowd - Hermann, Marita, Elke, Charly, MH
Sabine, Arno, Jürgen & whoever
was around - except Rolf, who didn’t want to
YOU CAN'T CATCH ME
lyrics & music by arno steffen
We young stars
Now that we've fallen out of the circle
We begin to shine, to shine
Brighter and clearer
Shining for the others
Who are just young and wild
You can't catch me
You won't get me nowhere
Leave me whatever I am
Don't try to make me a different man
You can't catch me
No you can't seduce me
To make me young and rich
And change my images
When I worked right aligned As Mr. Normal a formal Almost stereotyped
But I made up my mind
And I decided to leave it
We young stars
Now that we've fallen into social events
We begin to shine, to shine
Brighter and clearer
Shining for the others
Who wanna be just as young and wild
You can't catch me
You won’t get me nowhere
To make me young and rich
And change my beautiful images
I won't be wasting my time
As Mr. Normal, poor man
Always tranquilized
With snapshots of a star
Over and Over
You can't catch me...
Arno Stef[en lead vocals & fingersnaps
Jürgen Fritz fender rhodes, organ, moogs & fingersnaps
Jeffrey Porcaro drums
Neal Stubenhaus bass
Tim May electric & acoustic guitars
Alan Estis tambourines & castanets
Pete Christlieb saxophone
Vanetta Field backing vocals
Maxine Willard backing vocals
Julia Tillmann backing vocals
COME WITH ME
lyrics & music by jürgen fritz
Oh it hurts
When your lover goes another way
I gave it up
Couldn't stand it for another day
I don't know what love is all about
I'm so confused
It's gonna take a little time
To get out of this state of mind
So come with me
We're really rollin' now
Why don't ya come with me
Move on up don't let me down
Running around
Seems the kinda thing I need
The way I feel
A cut won't even let me bleed
I have seen what pain is all about
I won't be fooled
It's gonna take a little time
To get myself out of this state of mind
So come with me
We're really rollin' now
Come with me
Move on up don't let me down
Don't want to listen to that
Silly kind of small talk
I take the middle of the street
And leave the sidewalk now
I don't care anymore anyhow
Come with me...
Still I don't know what love is all about
I'm so confused
It's gonna take a little time
It's gonna take a little while alright
So come with me...
I've had enough of all those stupid conversations
I want the things I see in my imagination now
Now I don't care anymore anyhow
So come with me...
Arno Steffen - lead & backing vocals
Jürgen Fritz pianos, moog, tambourin & percussion
Mike Gong electric guitars & solo, backing vocals
Jeffrey Porcaro - drums & syndrum
Neal Stubenhaus bass
Tim May electric guitar
GAMES
lyrics & music by jürgen fritz
A long gone friend of mine
Used to never play games at all
Just standing aside
Like a priest in a dancing hall
An older man I know
Has been gambling all his life
Winning nothing he could have owned
He lost his mind
You bet your life and play again
You're trying anything
Right before you go insane
Pretend your loss is small
Pretend you didn't lose at al]
Define your lies
Convince them all
There's always gonna be a rise
After you fall
As long as you survive
That endless fall before you rise
Teachers teach in school
There is nothing that can't be learned
And at home they praise the grades
You never earned
No one shows you how
To understand the major rule
You can drown in a public pool
You do, you do
You bet your life and put it in again
You're trying anything
Right before you go insane
Pretend your loss is small
Pretend you didn't lose at all
Explain your lies
Convince them all
There's always gonna be a rise
After you fall
As long as they survive
That endless fall before you rise
A long gone friend of mine
Pulled a joker and lost his cool
But he lost his cool in style
The cool fool
Arno Steffen - lead & backing vocals
Jürgen Fritz piano & organ
Mike Gong backing vocals
Jeffrey Porcaro - drums
David Hungate bass
Tim May electric guitar
Alan Estis congas
COOLER
lyrics & music by arno steffen
You got to play it
Cooler - you wake up in the morning
and you're absolutely hanging over Cooler - your shoes don't fit
and your hair is such a disgrace
Cooler you're dozing off at the office
Cooler - then you go sleeping
sleeping in the elevator
Cooler - be aware of making dog's ears on the files Cooler - you know boy,
the insurance company must survive Cooler - now it's twelve o'clock
so welcome to the canteen
Cooler - please eat fast, don't have a talk watch the watch, we're so cool absolutely cool
brains out of plastic
faces out of plastic
hearts out of plastic
souls out of plastic
They're daughters like their mothers disturbed relationships
Limitation
Imitation
Isolation
Refrigeration
You got to play it
Cooler - in the afternoon your head is shrinking
Cooler - between Data Processing and ITT equipment
Cooler - your vis à vis is braggin'
'bout her husband's income tax
Cooler - she's always dressed in the latest style
showing off their two-job life
Cooler one holiday in summer
one holiday in winter
Cooler - you can't stand it anymore
and you're absolutely hanging over
overcooled overcooled...
Arno Steffen lead vocals & backing vocals
Jürgen Fritz fender rhodes, piano, organ & moog
Mike Gong electric guitar
Jeffrey Porcaro drums
Neal Stubenhaus bass
Steve Lukather electric guitar & solo
Tim May electric guitar
Jimmy Hite - sound effects
THE BALLAD OF RUDY TÖRNER
lyrics & music by jürgen fritz
introduction by arno steffen
Hm, hm,
Hello, my name is Rudy T6rner.
I come from Cologne, West Germany. You know, the west is the best.
I have no job, but I have a moped
and the only thing I really want is to become a real rasta man somewhere in Jamaica But I
don't have money so - I don't know, but some day it will happen.
Ever since I was a little boy
I've been waiting for that day
To get down to Jamaica
But I never made it all the way
I tried to make some money
But I couldn't find a steady job
So I spent my days and nights
Down in the parking lot
And jojo for a dime
(Prime Jojo time)
Chorus
Hello, I'm Rudy the rasta man
I reggae my jojo wherever I can
Move it up and move it down
I jojo all over town
I wish my momma would understand
That Jamaica is the place for a reggae man
But she won't let me go
And that's what grieves me so
One night alone in the parking lot
This girl is passing by
She stops and stares in disbelief
At my Jojo right before her eyes
I move it up and move it down
Show her all the tricks I know
Then I tell her 'bout the place
Id like to go -Now she is going too
(What a Jojo will do)
Chorus
I'm Rudy, I'm ready
I reggae my Rudy
Move it up and move it down
I rudy all over town
Watch out Jamaica
'Cos here I come..
Arno Steffen - lead vocals
Jürgen Fritz fender rhodes & farfisa organ
Jeffrey Porcaro - drums
David Hungate bass
Steve Lukather electric guitars
Tim May electric guitar
Robert Greenidge - steel drums
Alan Estis maracas
Brigitte Witt backing vocals
Hanna Dölitzsch backing vocals
Catrin Pröpper backing vocals
Side 2
WE'RE RICH ON WHAT WE'VE GOT
lyrics & music by jürgen fritz
Your fifteen hundred bucks-a-month apartment
Is paid for by a numbered bank account
You don't care where it's coming from
To you it does come easy
And a new financé always can be found
Wasting time on those meaningless possessions
Always longing for the things that you have not
You can try and try again
Your ambitions are in vain
When you should have known
You're rich on what you've got
For years you've been an excellent pretender
The virgin in your smile is not for real
But what kills you is the difference
between the life you’re leading
And the worry of exactly what you feel
Close your eyes and take a look at your depression
And the artificial things you do for love
When you try and try again
Your intentions might be vain
But the effort sure would help a lot
For you to see
We're rich on what we've got
Oh we're rich on what we've got
You don't care about a thing you own
To you they do come easy
But with all you have
You are still alone
Wasting time on those meaningless possessions
Running after what you're never going to need
Here you go and try again
Will you hunger ever come to an end
When you go through all the junk you've got
You'll find you really haven't got a lot
Close your eyes, take a look at your depression
And the artificial things you love so much
When you try and try again
Your ambition might be vain
But the effort sure would help a lot
For you to see
We're rich on what we've got
Arno Steffen lead & backing vocals
Jürgen Fritz fender rhodes, piano, yamaha CS 80,
triangle & tambourin
Mike Gong backing vocals
Jeffrey Porcaro drums & syndrum
David Hungate bass
Tim May electric guitars
Steve Lukather electric guitar solo
TWICE
lyrics & music by arno steffen
I’m a dual expose
I'm stereophone
Oh my soul is a siamese twin
I'm a schizoid product
Of this society
With two brains humming
And controverse ideas
(Chorus) I'm twice-Did you ever see me single I'm twice-I'll never
be on my own
I'm twice-Permanently in silent conversation I'm
twice-The hell of a combination I'm twice-Unable for any
relation I'm twice-There's always someone,
Whispering in my ears
I'm twice bitten
And once shy
My situation commits frustration
The reflection in the mirror is no illusion
I'm simply two faced
Longing for the fusion
[Chorus) I’m twice-...
The reflection in the mirror
Is no illusion
I'm simply two-faced
Longing for the fusion
(Chorus) I'm twice-...
In my ear
Twice-Twice-Twice
It's nice to be twice
4rno Steffen lead & backing vocals
Jürgen Fritz piano, fender rhodes & tambourin
Mike Gong electric guitars & backing vocals
Jeffrey Porcaro drums
Neal Stubenhaus bass
Steve Lukather electric guitar & solo
RIEN NE VAS PLUS
lyrics & music by jürgen fritz
You're soothing and extravagant
Your sex appeal is nonchalant
Your herbal essence shampoo shine
Sends shivers down my pimpled spine
Your decolleté is never loud
Your wardrobe is most talked about
You drive a new Mercedes Benz
You think in dollars, not in cents
But money won't disguise the face
You hide behind that phony grace
Your eyes are like the dying stars
They’re a darker shade of Laura Mars
You trap your victims with a smile
And simply take them home a while
And they melt away like a
Cheddar cheese fondue
Hold your smile
Rien ne vas plus - it's all over
Rien ne vas plus - it's all over
Rien ne vas plus - it's all over now
You fly to have your hair restyled
You never look dressed up or wild
Your make-up is a work of art
You own a golden credit card
The way you hold a champagne glass
Is nothing but pure elegance
You always choose the right hors d'ouvres
You have more class than Cath Deneuve
But all your style is in disgrace
You start to scream and hide your face
The eyes that were like stars before
They have died -
And they will shine no more
‘Cos someone simply takes your arm
And you are trapped and all your charm
Is melting like a
Cheddar cheese fondue
Hold your smile
Rien ne vas plus - it's all over
Rien ne vas plus - it's all over
Rien ne vas plus - it's all over now
But all your style is in disgrace
You start to scream and hide your face
The eyes that were like stars before
They have died -
And they will shine no more
‘Cos someone simply takes your arm
And you are trapped and all your charm
Is melting like a
Cheddar cheese fondue
Hold your smile
Hold your smile a little while
Rien ne vas plus...
Arno Steffen - Iead vocals
Jürgen Fritz - piano & solina string synthesizer
Mike Gong - electric guitar solo
Jeffrey Porcaro - drums
David Hungate - buss
Tim May - electric guitars
Pete Jolly - accordion
Brigitte Witt - backing vocals
Hanna Dölitzsch - backing vocals
Catrin Pröpper - backing vocals
Solina strings arranged by Arno Steffen & Jürgen Fritz
ROXY
lyrics & music by arno steffen
J.K. is charming up his hand-wash love affairs
Softly cruising among the empty faces they wear
Each night it's easy to get a love
Alright get get get
And as I sit and I watch as he passes my way
Loving just one of his fourhundredeleven fiancées
Licking all his spacy fantasies
He's the ballroom blitz, honey
So I think of all my flic-flacs
And I wonder why I come here every night
To watch the osmosis of creepers of art and design
But another southern comfort
has to comfort that old jumping heart of mine
Sensational flight now
Just in a Roxy night
And the all-time black suited gambling boy
Is playing cards
And he's got to give his Mustang away
to my manager
He's got black cards
The Ramones upon the juke box’re simply doping the guys
While the gypsy boys are painting my senses
Red hot blood
Stitch Stitch
Don't let the chick
With these stiletto heels walk by
She's got the nerve to share my vicious side
And the leather kid from behind the bar
He jumps right into the fight
Precious moments
Just another Roxy night
So come on all you doormen
Kiss my vertical smile
Ruff me up if you want
That's your stupid way to get high
When your mind is low
So
I'm knocking out a monster telling me I should go
He's a weekend casanova, a Travolta or so
What?
I don't know - tell me
The last thing on my mind
Is slow motion of what I desire
A silly kind of Kubrik
A clockwork that's out of time
And I end up in collapsing
on the bartender under champaigne on ice
With Freddy and her numbers
All in a Roxy night
Arno Steffen - lead vocals & voices
Jürgen Fritz - fender rhodes, yamaha CS-80, prophet synthesizer
Jeffrey Porcaro - drums
Neal Stubenhaus - bass
Tim May - electric guitar
Steve Lukather - electric guitar
Alan Estis - congas
Jimmy Hite - sound effects
RUSSIAN ROULETTE
lyrics & music by jürgen fritz
By the time you're grown and use your brain
Your childhood dreams will fade away
You learn to argue, learn to fight
And get a little colder every day
When you get married for the second time You're taking in a lawyer to protect your dime
For liberation, that's the price you pay Another thing you pay for along the line
Is the shrink to keep you sane
While you go out of your mind
That's life in the money making game . .
We get our kicks from Russian Roulette
Oh, Oh it's a deadly duet
There ain't no tricks in Russian Roulette
You lose from time to time
But how we love the thrills you can get
When playing Russian Roulette
It's a game for husband and wife
What do you want from life
The midlife-crisis starting age
Is getting younger by the day
A nervous breakdown at twenty five
You need success along your way
A write-off penthouse on the seventh floor
The hide-away for weekends you can't stand anymore
You need to rest yourself a while
Deduct your car, deduct your sex
Just get a receipt for your income tax
Deductability is the name of the
“How-to-get-rich-and-stay-that-way” game
We get our kicks from...
A house and a car, lot's of cash and a horse
A stand-by lover you can take by force
Smoke a joint to relax, snort cocaine at night
Do whatever you want but please do it right
Oh Russian Roulette
It's such a neverending deadly duet
Take a flight instead of a drive
Take all you can from life...
The house and your car, all your cash and your force
The stand-by lover you can take by horse
Do whatever you want but please do it right
Oh Russian Duet
It's such a neverending deadly Roulette
Take all you can from life
And think of all the little thrills you can get
When playing Russian Roulette
It's a game for husband and wife
What do you want from life?
What do you want from life?
What do you want from life?
A house?
A car, lots of cash?
And a horse
Or did you really think that a baby's arm
Could hold an apple?
Arno Steffen - lead vocals
Jürgen Fritz - pianos & percussion
Jeffrey Porcaro - drums
David Hungate - bass
Tim May - electric guitars
Alan Estis - marimba, timbales & tambourin
Pete Christlieb - clarinet
Vanetta Field - backing vocals
Maxine Willard - backing vocals
Julia Tillman - backing vocals
Vocal solo by Julia Tillmann
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