overdose of wisdom
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und musik: ingo poertgen (1989)
sleeping on the graveyard in paris
beside the tombstone of oskar wilde
she said: this is not what we expected,
but we might get used to it after a while
a
skinny body on the pilgrims path
the black piece of rock came from outer space
we were three kings following a star
the greek ambassador, me and her
she said: we have to keep on moving
have to return to the crowd
tribes are gathering, winter is near
we've been far away, but we're getting there
we saw an indian sleeping in his tent
who is that sleeper, who owns his land
found out that the ambassador was dead
an american captain shot him twice in his head
so we had to move south again
to follow the footsteps of an ancient king
poisoned arrow hit her right in the nose
she died in hospital - an overdose of wisdom
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