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In A Way
03:00
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In A Way
You’re losing your lips while talking to me.
You’re losing your eyes. They dream what they see.
You can’t find your fingers. They stick onto my skin.
No longer you own your thoughts. Your beard holds
onto my chin.
But your heart stays in place and it keeps beating for her
if it ain’t skipping a beat while you’re looking at me.
And it is good that way. Ain’t it good that way?!
You stay true to yourself.
And you stay true to the way you twist words in a way that
they make sense to your morality. And maybe even to mine.
You lost both your legs. They are twisted in mine.
And you left both your arms holding onto my spine.
And even your breath is still in my ear.
You lost what made you male my dear.
But your heart stays in place and it keeps beating for her
if it ain’t skipping a beat while you’re touching me.
And it is good that way. Ain’t it good that way?!
You stay true to yourself.
And you stay true to the way you twist words in a way that
they make sense to your morality. And maybe even to mine.
Yes, you stay true to the way you twist words in a way that
they make sense to your reality. And maybe even to mine.
Even to mine.
It is all fine. It is all fine.
You ain’t mine. You ain’t mine.
You might be hers.
But in no way you are yours.
Now you lost half your body and you lost half your face.
But I’m sure you’ll find a way to express this in a way that in no
kind of way in will sound bizarre.
lyrics by Nnella
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All I Can Say
04:40
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All I Can Say
This one is to
the woman of the man that we both love.
the woman who spent years by his side.
the woman who is breaking in two.
I’m sorry is all I can say to you.
Yes, this is to you.
I’m sorry, but he was untrue.
I’m sorry, but I first did cry and then I thought
‚why do I have to keep what he promised to you?‘.
I’m sorry that’s all I can say to you.
I’m sorry is all I can say to you.
This one is to
the woman that I met and I admired.
the woman I forgot about while feeling so much desire.
I know we could have been friends too.
I’m sorry is all I can say to you.
This is to you.
I want you to know I’m bleeding too
and that I wish only the best for you.
Though now it seems we’re just all gonna lose.
I’m sorry is all I can say to you.
I’m sorry is all I can say to you.
I’m sorry is all I can say to
the woman of the man that we both love.
the woman of the man that we both love.
the woman of the man that we both
lyrics by Nnella
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22 Wutanfälle
04:16
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22 Wutanfälle
Es waren 22 Wutanfälle bisher.
Ich führe Protokoll und es werden täglich mehr.
22 Wutanfälle, ich vermisse dich so sehr,
wie ich dich hasse.
Warum ist es denn so schwer meine Finger von dir zu lassen?
Es ist nicht schwarz und nicht weiß.
Es ist irgendein Scheiß dazwischen.
Weder schön gefleckt noch gestreift.
Ums kurz zu fassen; einfach beschissen.
Ich weiß ich fluche viel zu viel – man kann es kaum vermuten.
Und ja, ich lieb es intensiv, aber das ist viel zu viel des Schlechten.
Es waren 22 Wutanfälle bisher.
Ich führe Protokoll und es werden täglich mehr.
22 Wutanfälle, ich vermisse dich so sehr,
wie ich dich hasse.
Warum ist es denn so schwer meine Finger von dir zu lassen?
Du machst mich verrückt, du machst mich heiß.
Ich weiß, dass ich gar nichts mehr weiß,
wenn ich näher als 10min Gehweg von dir entfernt bin.
Es ist fast so, als hätte mir jemand mein entfernt Hirn.
Ich reime so gut, es wird mir gleich schlecht.
Ich weine genug, um nicht mehr aufs Klo zu müssen.
Schau mich nicht so an, ich würd dich ja auch unglaublich
gerne küssen.
Es waren 22 Wutanfälle bisher.
Ich führe Protokoll und es werden täglich mehr.
22 Wutanfälle, ich vermisse dich so sehr,
wie ich dich hasse.
Warum ist es denn so schwer meine Finger von dir zu lassen?
Nach 22 Wutanfällen traust du dich noch zu mir her?!
Wer hätte das gedacht? Jetzt grins ich nur noch mehr.
lyrics by Nnella
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Lover You Should’ve Come Over
Lover you should’ve come over.
The washing is hanging - you know what that means.
There’s a frozen pizza in the oven.
70 cents of which I’d share with you.
And a hint of coconut oil `s in the air.
That’s the only place it is now.
You should be teasing me for my dialect.
And I should be laughing cause you fake it horribly.
& though you find it funny, you think it’s cute as well.
And that it doesn’t make it easier for you to resist.
I should be wondering if you like Jeff Buckley,
you answering: ` You asked that before. ‘
But honestly, I already forgot it again.
So be prepared that I might ask you once more.
Lover, you should’ve come over.
We should be between these drying sheets.
Lover, you should’ve come over.
The washing is hanging – you know what that means.
We should be thinking `bout how to fill that hole in my door.
After a while simply turn the music up.
We should be talking `bout how wrong it all was
to then can’t help it, but lose ourselves.
Lover, I don’t miss your yellow teeth.
But I do, I do miss your breeze.
I couldn‘t bear being let down once again.
But I miss you being around again.
Lover, you should’ve come over.
I wanna hear your lies once more.
Oh lover, you should have come over.
and rest for a while in the eye of the storm.
Oh, we should go out. And I might get pissed at you, cause you
won’t stop buying drinks `till we almost fall of our shared chair.
Be aware, the night might tear up your shirt as well as
someone you once called ‚yourself‘.
Lover, you should’ve come over.
We should be making love between these drying sheets.
Lover, you should‘ve come over.
to lose your dignity.
Oh lover, we should be losing all our beliefs.
Lover, you should’ve come over.
Yes, lover, you should be here.
Lover, you should have come over.
Though really, you shouldn’t.
Hmmh, Hmmh, Hmmh, …
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S Leben Is Sche
04:13
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S Leben Is Sche
Why are you so jealous?
You know I could have also fucked
more than one person at a time.
just like you.
but I did not.
So think about who you’re calling a slut.
Oh right, that term ‘s for women only, I forgot.
But I remember you crying while telling me,
you fell in love too, but there’s no use in the `we‘.
Well I hope you’re using each other accordingly.
And enjoy your advantages, ‘cause they sure ain’t for free.
What are we gonna pretend today?
What do you wanna pretend?
What do you wanna pretend today?
Do you wanna pretend that it’s all okay?
I’m sorry, I ran out of pretend some way.
I ran out. I ran out of pretend.
No, I’m not gonna be someone else for you.
I long. I long. I just long. I long to be true.
Congratulations, I‘m really impressed and surprised.
Didn’t know it’s possible to disappoint someone so many times.
Do you do this for a living or just on the side?
Cause you do it pretty well.
And it looks like you almost convinced yourself when you tell:
‚S Leben is sche. Oh s Leben is doch sche.‘
I totally agree but let me add something to this.
S Leben is sche, wenns ned grad total beschissen is.
What are we gonna pretend today?
What do you wanna pretend?
What do you wanna pretend today?
Do you wanna pretend that it’s all okay?
I’m sorry, I ran out of pretend some way.
I ran out of pretend.
No I’m not gonna be someone else for you.
I long. I long. I just long to be true.
And I long to say right in your face: Fuck You.
lyrics by Nnella
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I Accept
04:07
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I Accept
You don’t wanna talk.
So we don’t talk.
Just like we never knew each other.
Till we won’t know one another.
And you wanna pretend.
So go on and pretend.
That we never felt a thing.
Till we won’t feel anything.
I accept. I have to accept.
Give up all my longings for truth and respect.
I accept. I need to accept.
‘cause I can’t move on with this hate in my chest.
You don’t wanna talk.
So we don’t talk.
But that’s your decision.
It’s never been mine.
And you wanted to fuck.
Tried till I gave up.
So I finally could sleep.
After saying ‚No‘ on repeat.
I accept. I have to accept.
Give up all my longings for truth and respect.
I accept. I do. I do accept.
‘cause I don’t wanna live with hate strangling my chest.
But No. I cannot accept.
I ain’t broken yet.
And I wanna have back.
What you simply took.
What you simply took.
Who gave you the right?
Who gave you my rights?
Was it you yourself?
or was it me?
Your screwed up past?
Or our society?
Was it you yourself?
Or even me?
Your screwed up past?
Or our society?
You don’t wanna talk.
So we don’t talk.
But you can’t take my right away
to say what I need to say.
lyrics by Nnella
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Du und Igel
04:21
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Du und Igel
Sie waren gemeinsam im Gebüsch.
Die Stacheln waren unsichtbar.
Zumindest hat sie sich das eingeredet.
Er wusst es, doch wars ihm klar?
Sie haben sich geliebt. Es hat geknackt. Es hat geknistert.
Die Bäume haben sich verlogen
bis der ganze Wald zusammenbrach.
Es muss weh tun. Es muss weh tun.
Es muss weh tun Igel zu sein, wenn man die Stacheln nicht
voneinander lassen kann.
Jener Wald ist jetzt verlassen
von zwei Igeln, die sich mittlerweile hassen.
Sie sind die einzigen Zeugen einer Geschichte,
die sich droht selbst zu verleugnen.
Denn nicht mal die Erinnerung traut sich zu erinnern.
Sie hält fest am surreal. Ihr ist alles jetzt egal.
Es muss weh tun. Es muss weh tun.
Es muss weh tun Igel zu sein,
wenn man die Stacheln nicht voneinander lassen kann.
Es muss weh tun du zu sein, wenn man nichts,
einfach nichts dagegen machen kann.
Ich wünscht ich könnte es begreifen.
Du nimmst dir einfach und begreifst es.
Du begreifst es. Du begreifst es. Du begreifst es.
Doch ich kann es immer noch nicht fassen.
Du fasst es an. Du fasst mich an und ich schaue bloß.
Ich liege neben mir, neben mir, neben dir und ich
frag mich. Ich frag mich was real ist.
Ich liege neben mir, neben dir, neben damals und ich
frag mich. Ich frag mich was egal ist.
Es muss weh tun Igel zu sein, wenn man die Stacheln nicht
voneinander lassen kann.
Es muss weh tun du zu sein, wenn man nichts,
einfach nichts dagegen machen kann.
Außer sich zu besaufen. Sich komplett wegzusaufen.
Einfach davon zu laufen und wegzuschauen.
Du hältst es doch selber, du hältst dich doch selber nicht aus.
Und ich bin froh, dass der ganze Wald abstarb.
Auch wenn ich dabei drauf ging.
Ja, ich bin froh, dass meine Welt zerbrach.
Sonst hätt ich mich in deiner noch verlaufen.
Und im Unterholz nebenan hör ich es wieder kriechen.
Viel Spaß mit deinen Stacheln.
Mögen sie aufspießen.
lyrics by Nnella
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8. |
Pretty Shitty
05:10
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Pretty Shitty
I take a look outside the window.
It’s pouring shit from heaven out there.
And you take a walk without an umbrella.
Shit ´s on your whole body, your face, your hair.
I know, one might think I could simply ask you in.
And throw on the shower and everything would be fine.
But one doesn’t know that the real problem is
that you’re not only covered in shit.
You’re not only covered in shit.
You’re full of it.
Camouflaged as sweet talk it pours out of your mouth.
Guess, all it ever wanted was to go down south.
And since it looks like chocolate one might give it a try.
But believe me you only make that mistake once or twice,
a third, fourth, well maximum five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten or way to many times.
You know, it’s never been about the way you look ed like.
No, it’s always been about what you’ve got inside.
But that is exactly where the problem is,
since I realised you ain’t only covered in shit.
You’re not only covered in shit.
You’re full of it.
After all your lies,
after everything you did,
may I generously forget you.
May we forget with generosity
those who cannot love, nor respect us.
those who cannot value us.
After all your lies. After everything you did.
don’t you be surprised
that I no longer give a shit.
lyrics by Nnella
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Nnella Berlin, Germany
NNELLA likes to scratch that itch. With a hint of irony - and a penchant for the
absurd.
The Austrian Art Pop musician who currently lives in Berlin has started releasing music on her own record label “very hairy records” in 2020.
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