Mmmmm.
Hmmm.
Mmmm.
Mm-hmm.
It was early Saturday morning
Before the sun rose
It was father calling
He was alive in the swing
If we turned back
Then he could also pick us up
The train left and was boarding
My father and car were one
I tried to keep my dark expectations
And not panic if my heart was to click
We're standing,
we're standing,
we're standing Machine and man are one
The propeller is turning,
my nose is knurling My breath is stopping and my ears are dropping
I'm a dog,
afraid of storks And holes in the air and the sky
Now I'm a small dog,
I'm a dead man walking I'm sweaty hands and the body is tense
We flew towards Givesgod
and Klikspyl and Ottendorf
Then I heard the others calling How I was landing
A mummy of excitement
We landed in the middle of Groningen
We saw it flying in all
But soon it was clear
That everyone expressed respect for men Who were led by their
father I had fifteen hours now And I could breathe freely
But then it picked up With deep black clouds With bubbles and brown
And the pipe in the city
Many wanted to be at home
Without flying and the meal of the evening
Back was a scar that covered all dangers
I had no meaning, I was just there
There was
a smith from Gebbe
He stood with a strained wing
English was for him like Chinese But his father just said
HMmMMmmHMm mOooR
mOooOm
mOoOoOn
mOooOOon
I called the Queen's Tower
The radio was taken as confetti
The smith fled in cable spaghetti
Something was moved and I was very relieved
I pressed on the sender
But it was obviously stuck
Queen's Tower,
I caught woodshower And hail, storm and thunder
And over,
over and over
Will you please repeat?
They sounded sort of *
Macro heard,
bum manning
He had wrinkles in his forehead So I said to the smile
Get out,
get out of the way
We're rising,
we're rising,
we're rising Machine and man are one
The propeller is spinning My stomach is growling
My fingers are stopping And my ears are popping
I'm under a tree trunk Holes in the air and light
Blue small talking I'm dead man walking
I'm sweaty hands And the propeller is spinning
I was the knifer of the ears With the buffers on the ears
We talked about fathers And what could be better
Then the catastrophe struck And I was frozen
He laughed, wanted to push Against the west,
against the whole of Greenland
My life gave meaning I felt close to unity
Out of special peace I wanted to go to the monastery
I had it like a muslin In the neighborhood on a Malmö
All without rustling My life was a crush
In the hand of the lady I fell together
And I saw the ball down there
It was like euphoria
We came out of the shadows And landed in the city
Away from phobia And empty feelings
We smiled like dolphins But met only bees and mines
The senses were blocked I thought of half my plate
That was transmitted It was worst for my father
The rope was like a rusty ball
Where everything
and nothing could be said
I thought of my smith And his last message
I'm worn out as a pilot Of the rope's safety