Bremen Nacht Lyrics
Something I don't want to
Something under the ceiling muttered
Something in its steel shutters
Underlining my usual timing
Aligning casual set-list
And it aligned?
Knowing where right room is
I was more than usual pissed
Was first ashamed at bruise on wrist
Was then annoyed at skin-patch on back
Then myself, I did acquit
On Bremen Nacht
Ich leave real quick das Bremen Nacht
Ich rausum mach aus bremen nacht
Ich rausum mach das bremen nacht
Ic-raus-Mach-Schnell aus das bremen nicht
Ich-aus Schnell mach sas bremen nacht
Ich Mach Schnell pack und aus das bremen nacht
Ich raus schnell mach von bremen nacht.*
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The child's four-fingered bruises on my hip
Meant I had been one day possessed
Right through Bremen Nacht
Right on to Bremen Tag
The sunlit Bremen day
By Tonsillitis size train station Hof
Could only in one way fail to impress
This on drinks door I did lay
I had been one day possessed
Ich rausum mach aus bremen nacht
Thank God skin-patch is nearly gone
And the impress of fingers dead
Have disappeared and left me alone
That's one night I didna put jackboots on
Don't want to end reflection
It's still there, though I am gone
And it will be a long long long time gone
before my spirit will in accident
go back and come from Bremen Nacht
go back and come from Bremen Nacht
The music really drives this song. Whether or not you understand the German (I do), you can't help moving to the beat.
Mark E Smith, interview in Sounds ("The Bug.Eyed Pop Goblin"; 2 January, 1988): "I'd been to Bremen twice before on tours. The first time I just puked my ring up all day spewing up this black liquid. When I went back there this time I just went crazy. The gig had a really low steel roof - it was this German polytechnic with steel everywhere, metal shutters on the windows whichmade it real claustrophobic. The dressing-room was like a fucking gas chamber, man. We go out and play and I'm just feeling worse and worse. I just felt like a different person, I was snapping at everyone....In the morning I had all these handprints on my leg, bruises from the inside that looked like a child's handprints. What I've settled on at the moment - everybody says it must be the Nazis, they must have killed somebody - is that it was probably the firebombing in the Second World War and it was like an air-raid shelter that had been bombed."