Kauf dir ein Saeckchen voll Blei
bind es an mein Bein
und wirf mich hinein
in den See deiner Wuensche
und sieh zu, wie ich versink
Verbring dann den Tag
mit dem Kaemmen deiner Haare

Kauf dir ein Halsband aus Samt
leg es mir um
und fuehr mich herum
im Gestruepp deines Denkens
und sieh zu wie ich mich verhark
Verbring dann den Tag
mit dem Feilen deiner Naegel

Kauf dir einen Ofen aus Glas
heize ihn ein
und leg mich hinein
in das Feuer deines Zornes
und sieh zu wie ich es ertrag
Verbring dann den Tag
mit dem reiben deiner Augen

doch warte nicht, warte nicht zu lang 

[Fast Eddie is bothered because Bert called him a born loser]

Fast Eddie: Cause, ya see, twice, Sarah... once at Ames with Minnesota Fats and then again at Arthur's, in that cheap, crummy pool room, now why'd I do it, Sarah? Why'd I do it? I coulda beat that guy, coulda beat 'im cold, he never woulda known. But I just hadda show 'im. Just hadda show those creeps and those punks what the game is like when it's great, when it's REALLY great. You know, like anything can be great, anything can be great. I don't care, BRICKLAYING can be great, if a guy knows. If he knows what he's doing and why and if he can make it come off. When I'm goin', I mean, when I'm REALLY goin' I feel like a... like a jockey must feel. He's sittin' on his horse, he's got all that speed and that power underneath him... he's comin' into the stretch, the pressure's on 'im, and he KNOWS... just feels... when to let it go and how much. Cause he's got everything workin' for 'im: timing, touch. It's a great feeling, boy, it's a real great feeling when you're right and you KNOW you're right. It's like all of a sudden I got oil in my arm. The pool cue's part of me. You know, it's uh - pool cue, it's got nerves in it. It's a piece of wood, it's got nerves in it. Feel the roll of those balls, you don't have to look, you just KNOW. You make shots that nobody's ever made before. I can play that game the way... NOBODY'S ever played it before.

Sarah Packard: You're not a loser, Eddie, you're a winner. Some men never get to feel that way about anything.

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience.

I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth.
Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.

Don't worry about the future.
Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing every day that scares you.

Sing.

Don't be reckless with other people's hearts.
Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

Don't waste your time on jealousy.
Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind.
The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.

Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults.
If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters.
Throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch.

Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.

Get plenty of calcium.

Be kind to your knees.
You'll miss them when they're gone.

Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't . Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary.

Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.

Enjoy your body.
Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your livingroom.

Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.

Do not read beauty magazines.
They will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents.
You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future. Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard.
Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.

Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble, and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.

Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.

Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen.

Du betratst den Raum und wir wussten bescheid
Ich und mein Stolz wussten: gleich ist es vorbei
Du hast die Sätze einstudiert: "Das musst du doch verstehen
So eine Chance kommt nie wieder"

Du gehst tränenreich in eine höhere Liga

Eine grenzenlose Liebe gegen die paar hundert Kilometer
Und wenn das hier mal ein Traum war, ist er böse denn hier geht er
Und ein drittel Heizöl, zwei drittel Benzin
Dies ist nur nichts, und ein Kuss, und ein Zug nach Berlin

Wir sind nicht dafür geschaffen uns zu belügen
Und 48 Stunden können allen, aber nicht uns genügen
Macht immer was dein Herz dir sagt
Immer was dein Herz dir sagt
Mach immer was dein Herz dir sagt
Und begrab' es an der Biegung des Flusses

Mach immer was dein Herz dir sagt
Da muss viel mehr Weisheit in mich rein
Und ich weiß genau dein Herz ist gut
Und weiß ganz genau meins wird zu Stein
Und ein letzter flotter Spruch zum Schluss
Nicht von Anfang an gewusst
Nicht von Anfang an geahnt
Was war und ist, kommt und bleibt
Es tut uns nicht leid
So sieht's aus - unterm Strich:
Es tut uns nicht leid

Ich bin nicht verbittert
Probier das nur aus
Jetzt nach dem Essen
Ich will eigentlich nur noch nach Haus
Sie geben nicht an
Sie lassen nur wissen
Bin ich noch ungerecht oder schon neidisch?
Es sind deine ältesten Freunde
Wohl beides
Es schimmert nur durch
Es steht in der Luft zwischen uns

Und all' diese Themen, ja das sind gute Themen
Übers Kochen und Reisen und was wir so nehmen
Und bevor gleich einer sagt
So, das war's
Erhebt euer Glas
Kommt, erhebt euer Glas

Ein Toast
Auf das Leben
Das Glück
Nur ich, ich komm nicht mehr mit
Mit dem Leben
Dem Glück
Ein Toast
Auf die Freundschaft
Die Gewissheit
In einem Jahr von hier und jetzt an
Kommt sicher
Das Mitleid

Wir waren immer so stolz darauf
Dich zu kennen
Mehr Ahnung von allem
Als wir alle zusammen
Hier sagst du erst nichts
Und dann diesen kryptischen Mist

Wir haben uns entschieden
So wie die meisten
Fürs Rattenrennen
Und fürs Eigenheim leisten
Und du blickst herab
Mit diesem Wissen was los ist

Dieser Abend kein Fehler
Und wenn dann nicht meiner
Ich bin kein Verräter
Und fühl mich wie einer
Denkst du ernsthaft dieses Leben macht Spaß?
Erhebt euer Glas
Kommt, erhebt euer Glas

Ein Toast
Auf das Leben
Seine Lügen
Und wie wir uns zeitlebens abmühen
Für nichts
Und gar nichts
Ein Toast
Auf das Leben
Einen Platz
Auf dem man einfach nur sein kann
Wie man ist
Wer man ist

I can't believe it
the way you look sometimes
like a trampled flag on a city street, oh yeah
and I don't want it
the things your offering me
symbolised barcode quick ID, oh yeah

Cause I'm a 21st century digital boy
I don't know how to live but I got a lot of toys
my daddy's a lazy middle class intellectual

my mommy's on valium, so ineffectual
ain't life a mystery yeah?

I can't explain it
the things your saying to me
its going yayayayayayaya oh yeah

Cause I'm a 21st century digital boy
I don't know how to read but I got alot of toys
my daddy's a lazy middle class intellectual
my mommy's on valium, so ineffectual
ain't life a mystery yeah?

Tried to tell you about no control
but now I really don't know
and then you told me how bad you had to suffer
is that really all you had to offer?

Cause I'm a 21 century digital boy
I don't know how to live but I got alot of toys
my daddy's a lazy middle class intellectual
my mommy's on valium, so ineffectual

Cat's Foot, Iron Claw (21st century digital boy)
neuro-surgeons scream for more (21st century digital boy)
innocents raped with napalm fire (21st century digital boy)
everything I want I really need (21st century digital boy)

21st century schiziod boy
21st century video boy
21st century digital boy
21st century sofa boy

Excuse me but can I be you for a while
My dog won't bite if you sit real still
I got the anti-Christ in the kitchen yellin' at me again
Yeah I can hear that
Been saved again by the garbage truck
I got something to say you know
But nothing comes
Yes I know what you think of me
You never shut-up
Yeah I can hear that

But what if I'm a mermaid
In these jeans of his
With her name still on it
Hey but I don't care
Cause sometimes
I said sometimes
I hear my voice
And it's been here
Silent All These Years

So you found a girl
Who thinks really deep thougts
What's so amazing about really deep thoughts
Boy you best praya that I bleed real soon
How's that thought for you
My scream got lost in a paper cup
You think there's a heaven
Where some screams have gone
I got 25 bucks and a cracker
Do you think it's enough
To get us there

Cause what if I'm a mermaid
In these jeans of his
With her name still on it
Hey but I don't care
Cause sometimes
I said sometimes
I hear my voice
And it's been here
Silent All These...

Years go by
Will I still be waiting
For somebody else to understand
Years go by
If I'm stripped of my beauty
And the orange clouds
Raining in head
Years go by
Will I choke on my tears
Till finally there is nothing left
One more casualty
You know we're too easy Easy Easy

Well I love the way we communicate
Your eyes focus on my funny lip shape
Let's hear what you think of me now
But baby don't look up
The sky is falling
Your mother shows up in a nasty dress
It's your turn now to stand where I stand
Everybody lookin' at you here
Take hold of my hand
Yeah I can hear them

But what if I'm a mermaid
In these jeans of his
With her name still on it
Hey but I don't care
Cause sometimes
I said sometimes
I hear my voice [x3]

And it's been here
Silent All These Years
I've been here
Silent All These Years

Send "Mass Nerder" Ringtone to your Cell
Don't got no goatee
Don't got no tattoo
Don't got no nose ring
Don't wanna be like you

Check out these glasses
So I'll never be cool
Always get my assed kick
When I get to school

Don't worry about image
Don't got no attitude
I know I won't get laid
If I wont be like you!

Don't got no biceps
Don't got no pecks
But I'll read you under the table
With my thick specks

See I got these glasses
So they kick my ass
But I'll kick their asses
When I get to class

I got these glasses
So I can't wear shades
I'll kick their asses
I'll get good grades

Gonna kick their asses in class
Gonna kick their asses in class
Gonna kick their asses in class
Gonna get good grades!

I can't get rid of the times
Can't stop the party line
Don't know what the scenes about
Don't tell me to mellow out!

Don't got no goatee
No fucking safety pin
No I ain't no junkee
Don't got no heroin

Don't got no styling lotion
Don't wanna live by the ocean
Just wanna be myself
All you poseurs go to hell!

Gonna kick their asses in class
Gonna kick their asses in class
Gonna kick their asses in class
Gonna get good grades!

Asses in class
Asses in class
Asses in class

Asses in class
Asses in class
Asses in class

Asses in class
Asses in class
Asses in class

We must read
We must read
We must read
We must read
RRRREEEEAAAADDDD!

Somebody get me a book!