She wants Nirvana, she craves the grunge, I want the fire, the Rammstein plunge. Cobain in my mirror, blonde locks, sad eyes, But my heart beats in German, where pyros rise. She says, “Come as you are,” with a wistful stare, But “Du Hast” is my anthem, my musical flair. I’m no Seattle ghost with a haunting tone, I’m a flame-throwing titan in a heavy stone zone. Every glance she takes, she’s lost in a haze, Of Cobain’s shadow, of Nirvana’s days. But I’m pounding the drums of industrial rage, With guitars like machines breaking out of a cage. “Smells Like Teen Spirit” in her soft refrain, While I dream of “Sonne” and molten refrain. She hums “Heart-Shaped Box” while I silently scream, “Rammstein, my love, is my living dream!” But her eyes won’t forget, her gaze won’t stray, From the Cobain illusion that gets in her way. I’m a man torn in half, by love and sound, Caught between her grunge and my fire unbound. So I hold my tongue, let her play her tune, And dream of “Mein Herz Brennt” beneath the moon. For love makes us softer, no matter the strain, Even when you’re trapped in Nirvana’s domain.
Małe chorus, church music, organs, violin and some electirc guitar
English
The emotional tone of the song is one of longing and conflict. There is a sense of yearning for connection, underscored by the tension between differing musical influences which represent deeper emotional landscapes. It captures the struggle between nostalgia for a past (Nirvana) and a desire for a different, more intense experience (Rammstein).
This song can be used in various scenarios such as a romantic drama film where love is challenged by differing musical tastes or as part of a playlist for someone reflecting on their relationship dynamics. It could also fit into social media posts that explore the concept of conflicting identities in relationships.
The song uses vivid imagery and contrasts to build its narrative, effectively juxtaposing grunge elements associated with Kurt Cobain and Nirvana against the industrial metal soundscape epitomized by Rammstein. The lyrics are structured in a way that underscores this duality, with references to specific songs and lyrical themes from both genres, showcasing a blend of poetic and lyrical techniques.
OH NO OH NO IT'S A BOMB ON TOP OF MY HEAD OH YES OH YES IN FEW MINUTES I WILL BE DEAD SEE THINGS , WHICH NEVER ENDS STAR BLINKS, IT NEVER GIVE HINTS OHHHHHH ITS NUCLEAR WEAPON AND IT'S HAPPEN I GOT STUCK IN AND COOKED IN
So on we worked, and waited for the light, And went without the meat, and cursed the bread; And Richard Cory, one calm summer night, Went home and put a bullet through his head.
[Verse] Macbeth the hero bold and bright Bridegroom of Bellona's might Rebel Macdonwald fell to his hand Victory cried across the land [Verse 2] Banquo by his side like a sturdy oak Warriors born from fires that smoke Fearless hearts like lions' roar Broadswords raised forevermore [Chorus] Macbeth's sword was smoking red Blast of glory where he tread King Duncan's name proclaimed with pride Scotland's vict'ry nations wide [Verse 3] On the battlefield they did not yield Every strike a truth revealed Courage deep and fierce as flame Every foe shall fear his name [Bridge] In the shadows of the sun Tales of valor never done Legends live as battles won Scotland's hearts forever strong [Chorus] Macbeth's sword was smoking red Blast of glory where he tread King Duncan's name proclaimed with pride Scotland's vict'ry nations wide
And he was rich—yes, richer than a king— And admirably schooled in every grace: In fine, we thought that he was everything To make us wish that we were in his place.
In shadows cast by fading light You crave the echoes of a different night With melodies of ashes flowing thick But all I hear are the chords of conflict You see me through a different veil A ghost of Cobain, where we both sail Yet Rammstein's roar calls out to me In this tangled web, can we both be free?
She wants Nirvana, she craves the grunge, I want the fire, the Rammstein plunge. Cobain in my mirror, blonde locks, sad eyes, But my heart beats in German, where pyros rise. She says, “Come as you are,” with a wistful stare, But “Du Hast” is my anthem, my musical flair. I’m no Seattle ghost with a haunting tone, I’m a flame-throwing titan in a heavy stone zone. Every glance she takes, she’s lost in a haze, Of Cobain’s shadow, of Nirvana’s days. But I’m pounding the drums of industrial rage, With guitars like machines breaking out of a cage. “Smells Like Teen Spirit” in her soft refrain, While I dream of “Sonne” and molten refrain. She hums “Heart-Shaped Box” while I silently scream, “Rammstein, my love, is my living dream!” But her eyes won’t forget, her gaze won’t stray, From the Cobain illusion that gets in her way. I’m a man torn in half, by love and sound, Caught between her grunge and my fire unbound. So I hold my tongue, let her play her tune, And dream of “Mein Herz Brennt” beneath the moon. For love makes us softer, no matter the strain, Even when you’re trapped in Nirvana’s domain.
Oh, dearest pup, my fluffy delight, You brighten my mornings, you light up my night. Your wagging tail’s a balm to my soul, In my heart, you’ve made yourself whole. The yard is yours, vast and green, A paradise fit for a furry king or queen. I’ve given you freedom, I’ve given you space, Yet in my house, you’ve marked your disgrace. Why, oh why, must you defile? This home where I’ve cherished you all the while. The carpets scream and the floors do cry, While I ask myself, “Oh dog, but why?” I scrub and I sigh, I plead and I pray, That you’ll take your business outside one day. But here you are, with your innocent eyes, Leaving me gifts that I do despise. DAMN IT, DOG! YOU’VE GOT A YARD, WITH FLOWERS AND TREES AND ALL THAT’S BIZARRE. YET HERE YOU SQUAT, ON MY BRAND-NEW FLOOR, AND LEAVE ME SOMETHING I CAN’T IGNORE! WHAT IS THIS MADNESS, THIS AUDACIOUS CRIME? YOU MOCK MY LOVE, YOU WASTE MY TIME! Still, I love you, my troublesome friend, Through stains and smells, until the end. But for heaven’s sake, use the yard, Or I’ll lose my mind, my patience—my guard.
Zwrotka 1 Na biurku chaos, kawy smak już znika, Statistica pyta, gdzie ta logika? W tabelach liczby, nie chcą się ułożyć, Czas ucieka, a ja wciąż próbuję coś dołożyć. Refren Piszę magisterkę, jakbym biegł pod wiatr, Nocne lampki świecą, to mój życia trakt. Korelace tańczą w rytmie moich łez, Kiedy skończę, nie wiem – może za sto lat, kto wie? Zwrotka 2 Promotor znów chce więcej, wciąż za mało mam, „Gdzie wnioski, analiza? Adam, przecież znasz ten plan!” Rozdziały się rozciągają, jak niekończący sen, A wena wzięła urlop, nie wróci może w dzień. Refren Piszę magisterkę, jakbym biegł pod wiatr, Nocne lampki świecą, to mój życia trakt. Korelace tańczą w rytmie moich łez, Kiedy skończę, nie
There is this girl Bianca, she loves hiking and biking, she love pizza and cheese, come on please! With her is boyfriend Alex, who always damaged his hallux. Sometimes he hates her, makes fun and keeps talking, but then she just smiles to him and keeps walking.. He is sweating and dying, she makes photos while lying, saying they soon reach the alm, just to keep him calm. They both love the nature, the culture and glacier. She hates Kids and staying at home, if Alex plays pc games, she loves doing the 10.000 steps alone. There is this girl Bianca, she loves hiking and biking, she love pizza and cheese, come on please!
[Verse] Golden towers in the sky so high While hearts and bellies lie empty in the night Millionaires in silk and gold pajamas smile Their world of excess A kingdom built on lies [Chorus] Gold and empty plates they say it's all a game Starving voices cry who's really to blame Diamonds can't feed the hunger deep inside We need compassion not just another bribe [Verse] Wasting nothing they’ve got the world in their hands But they forget the ones who dig in the sand Luxury cars and private jets on demand While some can barely stand or even make a plan [Chorus] Gold and empty plates they say it's all a game Starving voices cry who's really to blame Diamonds can't feed the hunger deep inside We need compassion not just another bribe [Bridge] Lift your eyes from the gold in hand See the cries across this land Hearts of steel can start to break It’s never too late for a change to take [Verse] Lavish parties lost in decadence divine Ignorance is bliss when your life's on cloud nine Yet the world below has lost more than a dime It's time for empathy to awaken their blind minds
Bianca love to hike in the mountains of austria. She hates to stay at home. She loves this boyfriend Alex, who loves his peace so he hikes with her.
[Verse] Dropped an egg on the ground this morning Now it's spreading like a yellow warning Can’t reclaim what’s been undone Guess today’s scramble’s just begun [Chorus] Eggshell blues in the kitchen light Sticky mess in my sight Oh baby clean-up ‘til it’s right Eggshell blues all night [Verse 2] Yolk trails looking like a map Slipping past the morning’s trap Wiped it up but it keeps showing Guess my mess just keeps on growing [Chorus] Eggshell blues in the kitchen light Sticky mess in my sight Oh baby clean-up ‘til it’s right Eggshell blues all night [Bridge] I should start my day again But here I am just wiping in vain Trying to hide that I messed up This breakfast fight I can’t disrupt [Chorus] Eggshell blues in the kitchen light Sticky mess in my sight Oh baby clean-up ‘til it’s right Eggshell blues all night
