MC Smook - Germany gets up (Audiobook) lyrics

It was once in a cold December night

He wakes up in a hotel near
The Brandenburg Gate in Berlin by
Habit he heats his right palm
On the ringing alarm clock
To turn it off but he is
Not in his native province
Where the alarm clock rings every
Morning at 11 o'clock
So he does not miss the
Day completely it also
Rings no alarm clock and it is
Not 11am in the morning it
Is 3am in the night and the
High tones in his ear, which resemble the
Alarm, are still tinnitus-like remnants
Of the loud music a few hours earlier he
Hit's the bedside with his hand, where
Only his mobile phone is lying
Which creates a flashlight show thanks
To secular social media notifications
As he wipes his sweat away from
His forehead and congratulates him
On a successful performance in a
Berlin nightclub on the basis
Of the notifications on his smartphone
He asks himself what happened
That night he finds his first
Memories in the small, cozy adjoining
Room of the club, which is often even called
"ironic" backstage because
This few meters increase, which separates
The artist from his fans
To call a stage, is common
But still extremely exaggerated and
The real show will take place
Behind the scenes anyway
When the Playback program is reeled off and
The vivid meme retreats into it's "backstage"
But who has been in the backstage
A few hours ago? He remembers
A blond girl who gave him beautiful
Eyes and vehemently held on
To his leg so as not to
Fall off the edge of the
Couch her dreamy eyes, which have
Been red in some places
As well as their long lasting sneezes
Are directly present in his
Memory these become stronger
In the course of his coping with the
Past, and the recurring thought "Please
Let her be 18 please, let
Her be 18 "comes back into
The playlist of his head
Which now joins the tinnitus and forms
A disturbing symphony in the ensemble
He jerkily turns around in the hotel bed
On the other side with the
Great hope that this blonde girl is
Not lying next to him
Lucky although he can smell the smell
In his nose and restore his
Visual appearance in the memory, he now
Feels the greatest happiness hormones
Since he
Did not follow him to the hotel there
Will probably have been another willing
Guy from his fellow entourage to look
After the girl this is
Not his problem and his conscience thus
Remains a little cleaner for the
Moment but the moments of happiness are
Only of a temporary kind
Since other memories arise which push
Him badly on the stomach
There was such an old acquaintance whom he
Has known from his past days
From his province talks with the provincial
Authorities are not particularly exciting
Since the resulting consensus is often
The same it used
To be better the hip hop has changed
So much that you can not hear it anymore
These phrases can no longer be heard by
The main protagonist of the event so in his
Hotel bed he would like to put the
Thoughts on this male visit
To the backstage and to devote himself to
More enjoyable encounters
But this time it has been different than
Before there is something exciting happening
Why can not he remember everything after
A few minutes at the
Stage of waxing? He gets up
Turns on the light, goes to the
Bathroom, turns up the water tap, pours
Cold water in the face
Looks into the mirror and screams he shrieks
What happened? His right half of his
Face, including neck and upper body
Is black and white, as if this
Part of his body is a
Replica of a 1930s film
While the left part of his body is normal
In skin color on the right body
Side, after a closer look, is a hook cross
How did this come about? He asked himself
He did appear last night in Berlin
Not in Saxony but now he
Quickly becomes aware of
What happened last night now he is also
Aware of why he was so
Exhausted and wanted to
Go to sleep at 1 o'clock his backstage
Guest from his old home
Has always been talking
About a pill that makes you unconscious
In this unconscious state one
Gets the ability to
Commit time travel but he would never take
Such an idiotic pill in
Thought of this situation
And the possible supply of the drug
He actually faints and sees blurred pictures
Of the provincial, in which he wishes him a
Good journey and farewells
Him with a haggard in his psychosis he
Lands on a highway that is being built the
Whole world appears in black and white
Color he himself is no longer on the right
Half of the body in this look, as before on
The mirror
But one with his environment - completely
In black and white every time he talks
The noise from his vocal chords sounds
Louder than the actual voice
Near the motorway there is a small house
Which he enters you can see big
Beer jugs with even bigger
Men and very big bellies
Between these crowds, which he
Knows best in times of his old province
The look of the fan girl from the
Berlin backstage returns to his eye
She seems excited but also motivated at
The same time instead of
The red eyes through the joint
She has a more weary eyes
That radiate anticipation while
She could no longer hold herself in the
Backstage due to the drug consumption
She now
Stands firm and upright in the host house as
She raises the right arm several times
In line with the drunken, fat men who
Have now risen from their seats
He realizes in what time he is especially
As a small man with an Austrian accent and
A black beard above the upper lip from
The backstage to the remarkably
Small stage of
The economy he stands just a few
Yards from the man who caused the Second
World War and killed millions of Jews
Homosexuals
And people with disabilities realizing
That he is
Not in reality, but in a psychosis
He takes the courage
From all the awesome followers
Of the self-proclaimed "leader
" and he glares at him
With his strong right hand, which is
Tested by a few alarm clocks
In the face after a short
Shock stare inside the crowd
They hunt him in the bestial way
With knives and throw him
Beer jugs as he disappears from the window
Of the baking, returns to the highway
Hides himself in a bush on the
Edge of the road and
Wait's longingly for The drug effect
Comes to an end
Suddenly he hears a loud sound
Again it sounds like an
Alarm clock as a result of the usual routine
He hit's the button of the
Alarm clock with his
Right hand and the sound goes out he
Wakes up again and finds himself in his
Own bed he runs into the bathroom
Pulls the clothes off
His body and looks at himself
In the mirror except
For a new pimple on the right temple
Everything looks as before it is also
Actually 11am in the morning
Tomorrow, he will be the prelude to a
Group in Berlin the whole scenario has
Been a dream fortunately, he thinks but
He knows what to expect likewise
He now knows that his bad lyrics
And his bad statements in
His songs move nothing except his
Ass from here to berlin he takes a piece of
Paper and finally knows what
To do this nightmare can never be a reality