Dä
Stau
vüür
Trier
woor
nit
enjeplant,
klar,
wer
denk
dann
schon
em
Oktober
ahn
Schnie!?
Dä
letzte
Day
Off
ess
bahl
nimieh
wohr,
die
Bänd
ess
fäädisch
wie
nie.
Lauwärme
Pizza
ess
och
nit
die
Welt,
dä
Soundcheck
woor
Quälerei.
Dä
Sänger′s
heiser
un
dä
Trommler
verkällt
un
bess
zur
Show
sinn
et
noch
mindestens
zwei
Stunde
nur
Affhängerei,
wie
jeden
Daach:
Affhängerei,
ewije
Affhängerei,
ich
saach
dir!
Die
Jarderob
rüsch
noh
Schweiß
un
noh
Bier,
noh
kahlem
Rauch
un
ess
ziemlich
versyph.
Zehndausend
Bands
hann
de
Wäng
he
verziert,
Sprüch,
die
mer'p
Tour
nur
bejrief.
Noch
en
Tass
Kaffee
un
en
Koppingtablett,
"Hätt
einer′n
Zeidung
dobei?"
Dä
Pianist
frööch
dä
Bassmann:
"Wie
spät?"
"Veedel
noh
sibbe",
säht
dä
"Jetz
nur
noch
dreiveedelstund
Affhängerei,
wie
jeden
Daach:
Affhängerei,
ewije
Affhängerei,
oh
Mann!"
Dä
Jittarist
klimpert
ir'ndjet
en
Moll,
ir'ndwo
blöhß
einer
′e
Saxophon
enn.
Dä
Sänger
fluch
un
frööch
sich
wat
′e
he
soll,
ihm
fählt
noch
immer
sing
Stemm,
vermess
sing
Frau
denk
ahn
singe
Klein,
die
Tour's
su
joot
wie
vorbei.
Nur
noch
en
Woch
dann
ess′e
doheim.
Bloß,
dann
fählt
ihm,
dat
ess
jo
dä
Scheiß,
die
Bänd
un
die
Affhängerei,
die
ätzende
Affhängerei,
die
ewije
Affhängerei,
langwiehlije
Affhängerei,
die
nervende
Affhängerei
The
traffic
jam
before
Trier
wasn't
expected,
of
course,
who
thinks
about
snow
in
October!?
The
last
day
off
was
almost
over,
the
band
is
ready
as
never
before.
Lukewarm
pizza
isn't
that
great
either,
the
sound
check
was
agony.
The
singer's
hoarse
and
the
drummer's
pale
and
it's
still
at
least
two
hours
until
the
show
just
hanging
around,
like
every
day:
Hanging
around,
eternal
hanging
around,
I
tell
you!
The
dressing
room
still
reeks
of
sweat
and
beer,
of
stale
smoke
and
is
pretty
filthy.
Ten
thousand
bands
have
decorated
the
walls
here,
sayings
that
we
only
understand
on
tour.
Another
cup
of
coffee
and
a
tabloid,
"Does
anyone
have
a
newspaper
here?"
The
pianist
asked
the
bass
player:
"What
time
is
it?"
"Quarter
to
seven",
he
says
"Now
only
three
quarters
of
an
hour
hanging
around,
like
every
day:
Hanging
around,
eternal
hanging
around,
oh
man!"
The
guitarist
strums
something
in
minor,
somewhere
someone's
blowing
a
saxophone.
The
singer
curses
and
wonders
what
to
do,
he
still
hasn't
got
his
voice,
misses
his
wife
I
guess
and
thinks
of
his
little
one,
the
tour's
almost
over.
Just
one
more
week
and
he'll
be
home.
Only
then
he'll
miss,
that's
the
shit,
the
band
and
the
hanging
around,
the
damn
hanging
around,
the
eternal
hanging
around,
the
tedious
hanging
around,
the
annoying
hanging
around