Welcome, it's time for pleasure, forget your worries and come along.
We've got the mighty poems, the fulminations, the magic songs.
Come ride the roller coasters, come seek the treasures and fight the foes.
But if you want excitement wait 'till you see the star of our show.
Oooh, Arlecchina!
She's formless; she's tall and thin and short and fat.
She's great fun; she'll mock you dead and crack you up.
She's playful; she juggles hearts as well as balls.
She knows how; it's not the power, it's the control.
Oooh, Arlecchina!
Oooh, Arlecchina, we can't forget you're the devil's bride.
Oooh, Arlechinna, you don't play fair, you take all the sides.
Oooh, Arlecchina, you can no longer tell real life from role.
Oooh, Arlecchina, you're the stock character that breaks the mold.
Let's play. The game is on. Your life is on the table, the prize is unknown.
Let's play. There are no rules. You're driving blind on gut feeling, don't follow them fools.
Just throw the dice and give in to temptation. Your starting move requires just motivation.
Beware. Nothing is fair. The path is fraught with peril, risk and despair.
It's cruel. No training school. Put on your finest armor and choose the right tools.
And when the odds betray your expectations, the coming round may bring a spell of adventure.
Over the rail there's no horizon, just the clear blue sky. Over the rail, lovely attraction and the promise of uncertainty tonight.
Let's play. Keep moving on. Now that the game is running there's no way to stop.
Let's play. Bring your own deck. Stacked or cold, it won't matter, we know it's your neck.
'Cause when the cards are up and we start counting, your one regret will be if you didn't try something.
Over the rail there's no horizon, just the clear blue sky. Over the rail, grim satisfaction, as you get another try when you wake up.
Log on. Go to school. Learn to be sensational. We have great expectations for you, young man. You can log off now.
Log on. Watch TV. Become aspirational. Make sure that your parents buy you everything that you might want. You can log off now.
Log on. Get a job. We need you operational. The money's crap but we'll provide you with a juicy credit line.
We'll improve your UX now.
Log on. Have beliefs and be confrontational. We'll teach you how to fear and hate the guys who aren't in your club. You can log off now.
Log on. Go and do something recreational. It's important to us that you think your life is in your hands.
We'll improve your UX now.
You can log on: Hello. You can log off: Goodbye. As long as you sign us to improve your UX now.
You can log on: Hello. You can log off: Goodbye. You know you want us to improve your UX now.
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Sorry. You have been discontinued.
Please let us be big dinosaurs. Please let us die right here. Now let a billion years go by and turn us into high priced fossil fuel.
Let us be drilled out by Arab kings. We shall make them very rich. Now please process and refine us into 98 octane gasoline.
We will wind up in a gas station. We will be poured in your nice sports car. We will provide the extra kick that you need to run over those paleontologists.
(See how they run.)
Please let us be big dinosaurs…
When I wake up I am inside a strange room. Energy walls define a simple labyrinth. There are some robots, they all try to kill me. I'd better run and use my laser gun to flee.
It is a wonder that I made it. I seem to be in another screen. It is amazing that I made it. Where are you taking me?
Now I must cross ramps and climb up some ladders, some crazy monkey seems to throw stuff at me. I must get out of this industrial setting, I think I see an exit right on top of me.
It is a wonder that I made it. I seem to be in another screen. It is amazing that I made it. Where are you taking me?
Now I have grown a never-ending hunger, I must devour as many dots as I can get. The chasing monsters have become predictable. A power pellet and I'll swallow them as well.
It is a wonder that I made it. I seem to be in a split screen. It is amazing that I made it. Where are you taking me?
Let's go to the movies, a big feature film. There'll be unsung heroes and a nice plot twist.
All the gals are pretty; they will sing and dance. And the money's flowing. It's a good, good life.
Weathered gunslingers, fencing castle guards, the hard-boiled detectives, bored aristocrats.
Desperado pirates, drinking socialites, psychopathic villains, sexy femmes fatales.
They are all so witty that they'll make you smart. But the sick child dying is bound to make you sad.
Watch the drama unfolding with suspense and thrills, Incurably romantics get a final kiss.
Paco, Alberto, Sabi, Enrique, Celia y Javier; Helvia, Elena, Caterina, Julio y Manel; Jaime, Ceci, Paula, Arantxa, Carlos de la Hoz.
Santos, Pili, Eva, Hipólito, Sergio y Samuel; Pablo, Foncho, Tim O'Nellin, Willy y Miguel; Juan, Fernando, Álex, Los Caro, Ernesto, Константин.
Colegas, colegas.
Juan, Nidal y sus luceros, Miki y José Luis; Bruno, Yago, Ana, Cristina, Jorge y Beatriz; Mónica, Antonio, Nacho, Fra y Pegamín.
Jacobo, Lola, Virginia, Chema, Isabel; Radevoye y Mariona, Richie, Picco, Esther; Héctor, Marcos, Sara, Silvia, Rocío, Fede, Usted.
Colegas, colegas.
There's the barman with brand new tattoos; the girl who loves to drop the other shoe;
Learned colleagues that haven't got a clue… They all conspire to make you lose your cool, yet
Ooh, woo hoo! You know there's another crew.
There's the guy with "Just a point of view"; the one who's got no time to flush the loo;
The fashion slave with drooping pantaloons… You clear the premises —and none too soon, 'cause
Ooh, woo hoo! You know there's another crew.
I've got an android friend. We make up music and we make pretend. We steal from everyone in town; we just love to tread on forbidden ground.
He likes to smoke indoors. What he can't annoy he just deplores. He mooches drinks with charming mocks (he loves his whiskey on the rocks.)
I've got an android friend. He's politically incorrect; he will tell you what he sees and is not programmed for euphemism.
He reads with a poet's heart. He excels at black and martial arts. He knows all the jokes concerning farts and he likes his women big and smart.
When are you going to make him feel at home? Is it because he knows much more than we know? He travels to places we only dream of. He takes life one day at a time, as it comes.
I've got an android friend. We're so fond of disregarding trends. Every night we break a few taboos; we will take the feet if they fit the shoes.
We turn up where you least expect. To the howling wolf we pay respect. >You may see us dressed as honking clowns, but our elegance is beyond doubt.
Please call me, please take me, will you be my friend? I'll play you, you'll play me, we'll laugh 'till the end. You be nice, I'm naughty, or we can reverse. I want you to have fun; why make it so strange?
When are you going to make him feel at home? Is it because he knows much more than we know? He travels to places we only dream of. He takes life one day at a time, as it comes.
No man's land. No man's land.
When crossing the line of fire it's best to be spry. Someone could be waiting, someone willing to let fly.
No man's land. You remain walking through the no man's land.
When the sun is rising all the corpses look so fine. By the time it goes down you'll be drinking nerve gas wine.
No man's land. You remain walking through the no man's land.
I love inspiring contradiction, sweet lies and silly repetition. (You could never rhyme it or follow the beat.) But I'll give you a reason to abandon the script.
I like a touch of the surreal, the strange and all that they conceal. (You could never rhyme it or follow the beat.) But I'll make it crazy and you'll find it so neat.
I don't care if it makes sense as long as you can free yourself. (Yet you never rhyme it or follow the beat. But I can create worlds that'll make you complete.
Let me open doors for you, and tell you tales of levity. (Only if you rhyme it and follow the beat.) I would rather lay the universe at your feet.
I like a story that's unreal, bizarre and not overly genteel. (But you never rhyme it or follow the beat!) There are other things that maybe make up for it.
I need a sense of evocation, of realms beyond my comprehension. (If only you could rhyme it and follow some beat…) I hear what you're saying but I don't care a whit.
(I just want to rhyme it and follow the beat.) You'll have lots of company if you make it so bleak. (Couldn't we please rhyme it and follow the beat?) Only if we make it very foolish indeed.
Sitting all alone, you know there's rhyming, rhyming to be done.
Thinking do's & don'ts, there's rhyming to be done. Rhyming to be done.
You could rhyme it sometimes, poet or clown, you could rhyme it sometimes.
One, you suck on your thumb, having fun in the sun while you play with a gun.
Two, you buckle your shoe, see the blue kangaroo with the snazzy tattoo.
Three, you dance on your knees, when you drink your tea on a tree by the sea.
Four, and you're locking the door, while the worlds beyond do remain unexplored.
You could rhyme it sometimes, poet or clown, you could rhyme it sometimes.
Rundfunk. Fliegende Wellen füllen die Räume, kommen zur mir.
Rundfunk… Wie Laserstrahlen durch die Luft schneidet; mein Gerät bebt.
Rundfunk. Die Antennen brennen. Die Lautsprecher krächzen. Die Sendung läuft.
Rundfunk. Ich höre Radio. Der Ton immer siegt. Nie mehr Funkstill.
