ALPINKATZEN

Spinni (Am I Mad?)

am I mad or am I dreaming
hey, what's up with you?
do you think I'm stupid
hey, how are you speaking to me?
perhaps you have a beautiful villa
and a red BMW
but I still don't like
your dirty tricks, hey hey

you're not cold, you're not warm
you always turn with the wind
and if you don't like something
they always hear about it behind their backs
you have no pride, you have no shame
you never go to the centre, never to the edge
and everything you give
is your very weak hand

do you understand, do you know what I mean
a mountain is nothing but a great big stone
but up on the peak, that's what I always say
is much more beautiful than down in the valley

do I stay or do I go
tell me
someone where to go
Rome or Paris
or perhaps even to Berlin
San Francisco, Moscow, Cairo
it's all too far for me
all this flying around
costs me my time

do you understand ...

such an idiot!

Iawaramoi (Sometimes)

Boys stand together in a circle
I'll tell you what I know
Light up a pipe
Those who can smoke it

in the paper you can read what's happened
but whether or not it's true, is not certain
because everyone lies nowadays
and he who doesn't lie is the most stupid
a boy kills his father and his mother too
and a sister strangles her brother
Serbs and Croats are shooting again
I mean, I can't take it any more, I drink and drink

in a pub Haider nags like a preacher
against those lazy-bones and those fare dodgers
Communist and the whole pack
he tells those people, that's class
while the ex-Goiserer scolds so beautifully
a thousand people are dying down in Africa
but we have enough to eat and drink
let's make sure it stays this way and let's close the hut

sometimes one guy stands up and says i don't give a shit
i've had enough now, I want my peace; and
sometimes he takes his gun and says to somebody:
come here you fool, I'll blow you out of your shoes!
sometimes a bomb flies from the right side
these are times when everybody's fighting
sometimes my boy then asks me:
hey father, just tell me
who are the stupid, who are the smart?

whether Croats or Serbs
all must die
whether Croat or Serb
each is a waste

Schleiniger

a schleiniger, a schleiniger, a schleiniger must be
so no stupid hunter boy dances in

I'll throw my hat in the river and jump in myself
because my old sweetheart doesn't love me anymore

hop hop hop hop hop hop today's there no sin
and I've looked in the calendar and today the wind's blowing

Kokain-Blues (Cocaine Blues)

Recently I was down with the doctor in the hospital
he looked briefly up my nose and said: very fatal
because the way I see it, you're a real snowman!

You take Mizzi and I Marie
I never notice the difference
after a pinch, either is right

You go to heaven and I go to hell
and when we're back again
then we'll quickly take
just a pinch, just a pinch of snow

hey mama come over to me, I'm so stoned
and can't find the door to go outside anymore
I've got cocaine in my brain

Recently in the morning, I crawled out of my bed
I looked briefly in the mirror and my nose was gone
from one pinch, from one alone this doesn't happen

I've got cocaine in my brain...
in the meadow lies fresh snow
hollaredldudié, so beautiful

Weit, Weit Weg (Far, Far Away)

The days are shorter now
and leaves are falling from the trees
and on the pasture, there's already snow

A cold wind blows from the mountains
the sun has already set
and I would like to have you near me

You're now so far, far away
so far, far away from me
It hurts me and how

You were like the summer wind
blowing through my hair
like a warm rain on the skin

I still smell your wet hair
I still feel your hand on my face
and how you look deep into my eyes

You're now so far, far away
so far, far away from me
It hurts me and how

Now it's nearly a month since
we held each other
and sank into each other's arms

Sometimes it seems like yesterday to me
and sometimes like an eternity
and sometimes I worry it was a dream

You're now so far, far away
so far, far away from me
It hurts me and how

Gott Erhalts (God Preserve)

god preserve, god protect
our dream of the kingdom of heaven
pippi longstocking, wurstelprater,
each goldfish his pond

god preserve, god protect
the whole flock of birds for us
police and fraudsters
daisies wonderful!

god preserve, god protect
our country and our living
our priests and our popes
and above all the sins
rather home in the kingdom
heavenwards on the way of the cross
than eternally with the fools
just always going round in circles

god preserve, god protect
our kaiser, our Franz
Schubert, Klammer, Beckenbauer
god protect the birdie dance
but morals don't protect us
and neither does civic duty
we'd rather have beer and schmaltz
and god preserve our salt
god preserve our salt, god preserve our salt
god preserve our salt

Landlertanz (Country Dance)

Peppi sets off
and goes to San Francisco
where he gives a lecture in a psychodelic disco
everybody's talking 'bout the big motherfucker
tell me is it really true
it can't go on like this
with this inbreeding, this is clear
any idiot can rap
he says to the dj
we'll sing you a country dance
you can feel in your balls

not everyone can dance a country dance
I can't myself, but my brothers do it well

he barges through to Africa
to a jungle tribe
there he asks quite cavalierly
of the first black man
hey, where do you meet
hey, where do you gather
you know what I mean
with dancing and drumming
I want a bit of action
replies the proud fighter: those times have gone
you've come too late with your aviator

you were there yesterday and again today
if you come every day, you'll get on my nerves
the preacher cries out and enjoys it so
and the verger sings 'til the snot runs!

he thinks to himself, those who don't want to
you can't force them
perhaps in Japan I'll find someone
for clapping and singing
but as the devil wants it
they sing really fast
but unfortunately only ever
something from sound of music

not everyone can dance a country dance
I can't myself, but my brothers do it well

Goisern lies in a valley, that's what I always say
there's beautiful girls there, that's where I want to be

up and up in the Traun bounce the stones
and not one street urchin does anything to me

Country dance-like, Pinzgau-like, hugging, as soon as it's dark,
if only it was dark soon, so nobody could see us

soon we must sit together, there'll be thunder and lightning,
we must stick together too, otherwise the revelry will come to an end