Gene – you´ll never be seventeen again
Oh, Gene – an´ you´ll never be the king of queens again
Dust off the years that
Hang on your shoulders
Like a heavy, worn-out coat
That´s stuffed with broken dreams
Gene – it never was the easy way, upwards
Oh, Gene – it often led you downhill
Come, pick up the pieces
Be aware that this is now
It´s time for changin´ things
Hey, it´s never too late
Gene – say good-bye to the little dreamer you were
Dreams, Gene are less than a handful of rain in the sea
Stop chewin´ the past again an´ again – it´s stale
Pick up the pieces
Be aware that this is now
Gene – gee, it hurts me to see
What you´re doin´ to the friend I knew
Oh, Gene, my friend, I just can´t believe
That was all that there was
Gene – come on, oh, come on an´
Get yourself together, get yourself together
Set yourself free! Oh, Gene …
Gene – we both know about stony roads, don´t we?
Oh, Gene – we could tell a lot of anecdotes, couldn´t we?
Our life came in strong waves
Ups an´ downs took their turn
You jumped the flood
I stood there dryin´ on the beach
Gene – you forgot what a zealous fighter you were?
Now, Gene, you flatter yourself with a blues painted black
Stop feedin´ your blues
With memories that lame an´ hurt
Wake up an´ stand up
You can´t give yourself up yet
Gene – gee, it hurts me to see
What you´re doin´ to the friend I knew …
Songs in the dialect of my original hometown, Cologne. It's all about party, drinking, dancing, celebrating, and the fragile relationship between people … Rich Choice