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Here they are again, the 10-people hip hop-brass-band from Munich. After having been awarded the 3. place in MAK 2012 for the summer song “Liebe” this is is a little more thoughtful release from the Red Album (2013) – nevertheless including a funny idea for the video clip. Since (and because of, naturally) being mentioned in MAK 2012 Moop Mama has become a lot more successful in German –speaking countries and has toured with Sportfreunde Stille, Bosse and Jan Delay.
It is especially the linguistic humour that “catches” the listener’s ear and can also be translated into other languages.
Have a happy 2nd advent everyone!
Introduction & Translation: Mareike & Thomas
“City that always sleeps”
Oh it’s already late
Why am I still up if there’s nothing going on
Nothing happened to me all night
I’m at home in the city that always sleeps, the city that always sleeps
The country of limited impossibilities, I’m living in its capital
Open-mindedness only during opening hours because nothing is opened that late
And there’s a lot to do for the one rolling up the sidewalks each night
Not even happiness can be found on the street, everything is clean
Mhh mhh mhhh mhhhh
Mhh mhh mhhh mhhhh
Oh it’s already late
Why am I still up if there’s nothing going on
Nothing happened to me all night
I’m at home in the city that always sleeps, the city that always sleeps
I hear people talking but there’s nothing connecting us then wireless phones
Slit-eyed I’m examining signs that I don’t understand
Chinesiology
The clickering sound of the traffic lights for the blind sets the pace of my steps like metronomes
through the emptiness of this deaf metropolis
Mhh mhh mhhh mhhhh
Mhh mhh mhhh mhhhh
Oh it’s already late
Why am I still up if there’s nothing going on
Nothing happened to me all night
I’m at home in the city that always sleeps, the city that always sleeps
And tonight
it’s just another night in which I’m
strolling through the streets
in which my
melancholy follows me like a faithful dog from bar-to-bar-to-bar
I’m trotting off
Aimlessly
Through the streets at night and nothing is really going on anywhere
Sleepers who are sleeping here
not terrorists
nothing to fear
much to miss
The regular buzz in a million-people village
that would like to be a cosmopolitan city, I’m planning
nothing big, just having some drinks while growing a few hours older
That’s how it was
so many times before
Every day the same emptiness, still don’t know how I could be helped
Sinking one after the other, ask him to pour me another one
Steps in the dark like a blind person until I turn around at the train station
During breakfast time I’m fighting my sleepiness
Counting what’s left and pondering what it’s worth for
a bag of fries, a bottle of beer or a pack of marijuana
or rather the next train to Ljubljana
I’m asking myself right now why I haven’t already done it
Because here you have such a sound sleep
In the city that always sleeps
In the city
that always, always, always sleeps