[Intro]
Pretzel in my pocket – stout in her purse.
We crash Rome’s gates – make their saints curse.
Check in at noon – already half-naked.
Sunburnt wallet – dignity half-baked.
[Verse 1]
Daytime haze – I’m loose and I’m loud.
Licking the statues – making grandma proud.
Name at the desk – and my mind on heat.
Mini-bar’s gone – I’m five gins deep.
She kicks off her heels – like a fevered queen.
Massage oil bubbling – in the coffee machine.
Tell the barman – I invented Negroni.
Write my memoir – on steamed macaroni.
Reenact the saints – with whipped cream and spite.
Rate the fresco – a soft-core delight.
Ask if desire – counts as legal tender.
Tap my card – like a first-class offender.
Escort us out – like a blessing gone rogue.
I curse in Latin – she laughs in a wicked brogue.
We stumble outside – declare it divine.
Hotel lobby canonized – in spilled wine, our holy design.
[Bridge 1]
I came – I saw – I offend the priest.
Take a leak in the fountain – call it an art piece.
Hijack the sermon – with beats and some fun.
Say “Namaste!” – while loading her squirt gun.
[Refrain 1]
Vacation Invasion!
Crash your peace – like a drunk migration.
I wear the bedsheet – like a royal cape.
Proclaim the jacuzzi – my holy escape.
I stage my own festival – outside the door.
Drop towels like merch – give the guests a free tour.
Thong on wrong – liver glowing silver.
We bless their spa – with tequila and shiver.
Vacation Invasion!
Unleash the chaos – a loud celebration.
Declare the sauna – an independent state.
Raise up the heat – no debate.
She plays the whistle – I play the skin.
Her body’s the strings – my beat plays within.
We turn the hotel – into one wild disgrace.
Sing Schlager at three – with my butt in their face.
[Verse 2]
Climb a monument – in socks and sandals.
Yell “O’zapft is!” – while chugging three handles.
Scream “Rammstein night!” – through cathedral air.
Twerk on the altar – like I just dont’ care.
Pass out face-first – in a crème brûlée.
Flirt with reception – “You sure I can’t stay?”
Order confession – in a takeaway glass.
Leave with redemption – first-class pass.
Promise I’ll calm it – then double the mess.
More shots on the tab – call it sacred excess.
Wear flippers upstairs – to the rooftop bar.
Taxi ride only – to steal the guitar.
Turn the pool – into a soup of sin.
Play flaming limbo – with the gondolas in.
Raise a toast to the priest – with a drunken bless.
TripAdvisor review – five stars for the mess!
[Bridge 2]
We are the reason – guidebooks come with warnings.
And why locals – pray for off-seasons and mornings.
Turn a yoga class – into a pillow fight.
Do downward dog – under strobe-light night.
She spins like a reel – I stomp in the fest.
Her Celtic fire – meets my Deutsch protest.
Leave behind shame – at every fancy dinner.
Yet somehow – we’re always the winner.
[Refrain 2]
Vacation Invasion!
The sunscreen apocalypse – Italian damnation.
Book one night – cause three scandals.
Tourist by passport – chaos by sandals.
Vacation Invasion!
Leave a note – in the hotel Bible.
“Be right back – hell’s got better Wi-Fi than here.”
Tip the lobby ghost – see you next year.
Book heaven on standby – waiting at the gate.
St. Peter winks – says “Come back late, BS it’s fate.”
Put DO NOT DISTURB – on existential gloom.
Check out my shadow – and upgrade its room.
Tell paradise – “Call me, make it crystal clear.”
’Til then I toast mischief – with minibar beer.
Blow one last Schlager – to the chandelier.
Sign off – your favorite menace, sincerely, dear.
[Outro]
Pack the chaos – zip it tight.
Suitcase screams – when it tries to fight.
With her still grinning – we slip off the street.
Leave a mango – and a poem – for the housekeeping fleet.
Derik Rentrop
2014
Schlagwort: Lyrics
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Frisco Wow Boys – Vacation Invasion
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A Glow Between
A tilt in air, a shift unspoken,
a pulse that passed, a gate unopened.
The yearning between us remained implied,
until the silence widened inside.
The embrace endured, not called nor claimed,
a current withheld, yet still untamed.
Not a single surface kept the force beneath,
a touch left the bound in desire, without a sheath.
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Let rhythm hold what form denies,
we crossed before the question lies.
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Tension gathered where no one led,
a gesture paused before it spread.
The margin gripped, then bent askew,
a longing that met us halfway through.
Her skin a shine that softly gleam,
Her moan a glow that gently stream.
Her warmth a spark that hums in mine,
what lingers fades, yet leaves no sign.
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No sound endured, no thread to tie,
all slipping grew faint, yet drifted by.
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We burned through the dark, still aching for more,
yet stepped from the threshold we couldn’t ignore.
The pull stayed behind like a breath in the air,
locked the two in stillness, though we’re no longer there.
If day breaks in, we stay aligned.
No shore, no scene,
just a glow
between.
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Frederik Rentrop
Portland, 2013 -
Frisco Wow Boys – Picnic
Verse 1
One sandwich short of a picnic,
This dude’s brain’s jammed like a prank gone spastic.
She’s battin’ eyes like a strobe light’s flare,
But he’s dodgin’ her love like he just don’t care.
She’s slippin’ lace notes in his Ford Explorer,
He thinks it’s a flyer for a hot-dog order.
She’s dancin’ close, all tequila and spice,
He’s like, “Yo, is that mustard or glow on your thighs?”
He’s a sweetheart, munchin’ a sandwich in a fog,
Missin’ her signals like a half-baked dog.
Chorus
Oh dude, you’re missin’ the spark,
She’s throwin’ you love like a dart in the dark!
One beer, one sandwich, you’re losin’ the plot,
She’s givin’ you fire, but you’re cold as a shot!
Verse 2
One beer short of a six-pack,
His romance game’s a wreck, full whiplash crack.
She’s scribblin’ her number on a bar-wet rag,
He wipes his soda spill with the tag.
She’s grindin’ slow by the bonfire blaze,
He’s like, “Damn girl, you trip on some maize?”
Her wink’s a flare, she’s a full-on tease,
But he’s chasin’ sparklers, beer-hand with ease.
He’s a gem, but his brain’s just static,
Fumblin’ her crush like a drunk acrobatics.
Chorus
Oh dude, you’re missin’ the spark,
She’s throwin’ you love like a dart in the dark!
One brick, one sandwich, you’re losin’ the plot,
She’s givin’ you fire, but you’re cold as a shot!
Verse 3
One brick short of a dry-wall,
He’s cruisin’ through love, blind to it all.
She leans in close, breath hot, eyes bright,
He’s like, “Yo, is that ketchup or lipstick tonight?”
She’s movin’ slow, all neon and sweat,
He’s countin’ the dents in his skateboard deck.
She whispers, “Hey babe, let’s light this scene,”
He answers, “Cool, stack bricks, keep it clean.”
He’s a sweetheart, skull thick as stone,
Dodgin’ her heart like a frisbee gone wrong.
Chorus
Oh dude, you’ve been missin’ the spark,
She’s been throwin’ you love like a flare in the dark!
Sandwiches, bricks, you been losin’ the thread,
Now the brick hits you square, she wants you instead!
Outro
Here’s to the dude who’s a lovable dope,
Blind to her crush till she tossed him a rope.
At the picnic she’s glowin’, her eyes got that spark,
Spreadin’ the blanket, she’s stealin’ his heart.
Shares a sandwich, her smile’s a wildfire dance,
She hands him a beer, says, “Yo, take a chance.”
Then it hits, like a brick to his head,
Her want is for him, her words left unsaid.
Static dissolves, the fog drifts away,
He sees it: she’s here, she wants him today.
On that checkered quilt, with the fire and the grin,
Love crashes down, and finally sinks in.
Derik Rentrop
2010