THIS IS A LIST OF SONGS BY ROGER F.

Klick on the Title to read the lyrics

  1. 2016 Baby
  2. A Little Disappoining
  3. Art Market
  4. Black Hole
  5. Celine Dion (ain’t got no humor)
  6. Dear Director
  7. Depression
  8. Everything Is Full Of Capital
  9. Fire
  10. Freedom
  11. Hurt Nobody
  12. I’m Glad
  13. Long Island Ice Tea
  14. Preach Madness
  15. Professional Blues
  16. Profile Picture
  17. Selbstoptimierung
  18. Sweet Pain
  19. The Cucumber Song
  20. The Real Thing
  21. Was sollen wir nur tun?
  22. Where Is My Time?
  23. White Men With Guitars

2016 Baby

She’s tossing a coin whether with or against the world
Dressed lightly with an analog camera around her neck
Baggy pants flopping in the wind
While he gives a lecture about structural violence
Pictures of her father’s funeral
Merge with the landscape
The trees and the sky
And she sais we’re love junkies, honey, we’re sitting in this train
So get ready for perfection

2016 baby

And I am sitting on the balcony again
Looking down onto others
Regretting that I don’t have a band

I have seen the future, brother, and I have left it behind
He replies: you mean `cause the supermarkets sell the morals along with
The cheap stuff?
She just simles and takes a picture of him posing by the river with a coin on his nose
Yeah, yeah, we will choke upon our paradise
Cause there’s no core to it and satisfaction ain’t satisfying
Still it’s crucial for any karaoke party
At which point you’ll play
Smells Like Teen Spirit
And I know it sounds odd and it’s said a million times
You are not alone and comparison sucks

2016 baby

And we are sitting in the love train again
Looking out of the window
Seeing nothing but the reflection of ourselves
The reflection of ourselves




A Little Disappointing

I tried to write a song yesterday
And I was
Playing it through a couple of times
'till suddenly I knew
That it was nothing new
Yeah it's been here before
This melody


That's why it's just a little disappointing this song
You know it's just a little disappointing this song

And you go
La la-la-la yes it is
Yeah you go
La la-la-la yes indeed

I tried to talk to you yesterday
Yes I was
And I wanted to express
My deepest inner emotions
But all the words i used
They didn't belong to me, no
They were culturally indoctrinated

That's why it's just a little disappointing this language
You know it's just a little disappointing this love
Finally it's just a little disappointing this live

And you go
La la-la-la la la shopping




Art Market

There's a certain feeling
And it's here all night and day
It might intensify specially in may (or was it june?)
Yeah 'cause by that time even the good people they are making selfies
In the mirror with the names written on
Yeah they tell themselves: hey, that's where I belong

I pretend to make art
Still I try to make a living
I pretend to make art
Still I try to make a living

I see us all being fucked by some businessmen
Keep being nice to the rich 'cause they will help you make a living
We got the time to read some books and think of the symbolic gesture
Of putting a roof timber in the edge of that room
And the winners are announced as such on a fancy website
Website! Website!
Website! Website!
There's a certain feeling mixed of jealousy and abstract promises
And I am tempted to say we'd be better off together
But that might be a concept just as poor and weak as all the other
Concepts that we made up in ur creative minds
Still the winners are announced on a fancy website

Website! Website!
Website! Website!
Art__market! Art__market!
Art__market! Art__market!




Black Hole

All of my songs are about you or capitalism
Sometimes I link these things
As well as I link capitalism to suicide

When the system is gone
I’ll just stop making music
Must be easy then cuz there’s a lot of other things to do
When you are gone
Some kind of void will suck me in
And stretch me all the way through a black hole
And my flesh will be ripped to pieces
Floating endlessly in space

The result would be the same
Whether you or capitalism are gone
I will sing no more
It is easy to exploit an exploiting system
It is not easy exploiting someone you love
And yes we know the system is within us
Now I hope everybody got the link to suicide

But we must stand up and fight
Despite all your friends hate me
Specially the small girl with the big eyes
And the tall girl with the curles
They have good reason

You idiot protagonists
Will never learn about antagonism




Celine Dion (ain’t got no humor)

Celine Dion ain't got no humor
She's like nature, she’s like the sunset

Riding on a bus from Buenos Aires to Iguazu
Had to watch a Celine Dion concert there
She was even covering Frank Sinatra
But how far are they from each other anyway

Celine Dion ain't got no humor
She's like nature, she’s like the sunset
Cruel, perfect, beautiful
Cruel, perfect, beautiful

There's no humor in beauty
And we're livin' on a ball
That revolves on its own axis
And around the sun

Near, far, wherever you are
I believe that the heart will go -
Go go go

How many times I wished I was a woman
How many times I wished I was a man
How many times I wished I would be something
Something you could describe in words, you know
Something like a rock or a river or a tree
Something that would fit the constitutional power of words
Something that would frame my identity and my personality
Once and forever

There's no humor in beauty
No they only share a "U"




Dear Director

Can’t you see it doesn’t make the film more complex
Just because the main characters think they are?
This is a reenactment of an old story: the loser wants to be loved
They are even ex art students, they would fit together well
But because they are what they are, hey find it so boring
This is a simple story of complicated idiots fixed in their roles

Aaaaah!

I can forsee this won’t make a lovestory
But a tragedy about the paradox of love
You want me and I want her and she wants him
And he wants his father
Yeah, we believe in love
We believe in the role models of the previous generations
Better make a film about drugs
That’s what it’s all about: addiction and obsession and

Aaaaah!

I dreamed you called me and I took it
But I didn’t know what to say
You said „I love you“
I said „I’m sorry“

She wants you and you want me and I want him
And he wants her and she wants her daughter
The daughter wants the teacher and the teacher wants the busdriver
And this guy obviously wants his mother
Mother? Mother? Mother?
Mother! Mother! Mother! Mother!

Aaaaah!




Depression

Been to Buenos Aires
Been to Berlin
Been high up on mountains
Been by the sea
Strove throgh Père-Lachaise
But all of the pilgrims
Kept me away from that moment alone with Jim

Tried gim
Tied yoga
Tried Feldenkrais
Tried to breath easy
Been to the doctor
She told me not to breath easy

Been to the analyst
Been to the prostitute
Been to the shaman
Been to the dentist
Convinced myself over and over again
That I am superior in knowing that we’re fucked

Thought if there is such a hell
Then there must be a god

Stopped smoking
Quit drinking
Quit relations
Faced waves of fear
Quit relations
Quit relations
Quit relations

I don’t know where to go to with it
So I go on stage:
Depression is coming
It’s coming right here from the stage
Depression is coming
And if it puts me down
I’m gonna take some of you with me





Everything Is Full of Capital

There is no more coffee left
You have to go and buy some
To buy coffee you need money
Money is bad because it's everywhere

Everything is full of capital
Everything is full of shit
Everything is full of smoke and noise and my voice
Smoke and noise and my voice

She lights a cigarette
In the room where we could drink coffee
Now she's going to the internet
That's the first thing you do in the morning

Outside men are building houses
That makes a lot of noise
Inside she's smoking a cirgarette
And i'm making music yeah





Fire

I could use a little fire here

You know it’s nice sitting here
On the balcony with you
But my feet are pretty cold
And I can see you’re shivering

We could use a little fire here
Uh what you say?
We could use a little fire here
There’s a nice fire place inside

I ain’t sure if you want me
Ain’t sure if I want you
I still assume that you’re lonely
And we could do each other good
So the wine keeps flowing down
Down our throats
Soon the bottle is empty
And I don’t want to be alone

I don’t want to be alone!
I don’t want to be alone!
I don’t want to be alone!
I don’t want to be alone!

You know it’s nice sitting here
On the balcony with you
But my feet are pretty cold
And I can see you’re shivering

We could use a little fire here
Uh the crackling sound of wood
We could use a little fire here
And maybe a blanket





Freedom

They say freedom
Freedom is a good thing to have
Uh yeah freedom
Freedom is a good thing to have
But what is freedom
If you still have a job?





Hurt Nobody

You don’t give a shit about me anymore
You don’t give a shit about me anymore
And you’ve always been looking around for another one

You said you warned me
I said I have the right to feed the fire that burns me
Who’s playing games with whom here?
And there are so many possibilities
So many possibilities

And no one wants to hurt nobody
No one wants to hurt nobody

Kiss me with any of your tongues
I want to caress your head as if it was a kitten’s head
I long for some kind of distribution
If I could give you, let’s say, a quarter of my love


Then no one would hurt nobody, a quarter would do
No one would hurt nobody
No one would hurt nobody, just a little shift would do
No one would hurt nobody

I am miserable and this will leave a mark on your skin
You’re gonna lick your wounds and I’m gonna lick mine
So many possibilities
So many possibilities

And no one wants to hurt nobody
No one wants to hurt nobody

I don’t give a shit about you anymore
I don’t give a shit about you anymore
Just want you to know
I’m gonna buy a kitten




I'm Glad

why care for a system that doesn’t care
instead of doing nothing i can as well do laundry
or buy myself some new socks
cuz all my socks got holes

instead of being a depressed organism
striving towards its end
i choose to be an organism in good mood
it is easy to say that now because i’m stoned

i’m stoned
i am glad
being happy is a choice here
yeah

i don’t have to feel like shit
because the revolution is not happening
if it happens, i will embrace it and love it
and most probably have the opportunity to feel like shit then
i’m glad
i’m stoned
i’m glad
i’m stoned
being happy is a choice here
yeah

this is still an anti-life
I find myself indifferent
this is still an anti-life

I have come a long way and I will go on




Long Island Ice Tea

Darling I'm glad that we ate something
Before we went to bed
Not only to protect myself
From a huge hangover

But also to get something in my tummy
So that the love in there
Wouldn't be on its own
Creating a vacuum and implode

And I know that I sound
Like a stupid singer-songwriter this time
I can't be serious about using those words
Like love and speechless
But I am speechless over you

And you, you're a ghost
Moving through this song
You're a fiction, you're a lie
And I can't help myself
But trying to invent you
And say:

Why can't there be uncertainty in love
You know why is there only uncertainty in words
It's time to mix things up, they say
And I want to believe them

But then again, they come from me
And not from you
No not from you
Not from you
They don't come from you

So then let's have another
Long island ice tea
With two straws this time
Then our money's gone
And I didn't feel so small and useless
In quite an amount of time
And you just keep on smiling
That's so fucking wonderful

And I do the same
Yes I do the same
And I don't find myself
Feeling quite as comfortable
As I supposed to feel




Preach Madness

Let’s create a world of horror
Filled up with losers and despair
Let’s create something worse than this
But something more intense
Just something more intense

Then I need a band and a tour
A moving commune and some kids
And I will preach madness just to be sane

We need to be sane, they say

A powerless dictator destroys himself
There is no power in the land of free expression
`cause all is full of power
We need to be sane, they say
We need to be sane, they say

So let’s create something worse
Fever is burning and every place is occupied
By products and plastic

And there is a difference
Yeah there is a difference

Between being imprisoned by theory
And being imprisoned by ideals

There is a difference
There is a difference
Between being too stupid to be happy
And being too stupid to be mad


There is a difference
We need to be sane, they say
There is a difference
We need to be sane, they say




Professional Blues

I don’t wake up in the morning, I wake up at 2 in the afternoon (2x)
Well the world became a cruel place
so let the biggest narcissist rule it

I won’t surrender, no I won’t surrender to professionalism
I won’t surrender, I’l better stay professional hobo
`cuz I`ve seen what they do
to all the professionals

Collecting likes has never been my favorite occupation (2x)
So let’s give it up for the big flood of information
So let’s give it up let the biggest narcissist rule the internet

I can’t believe that beyond all that surface lays anything real (2x)
Try to keep things simple
`cuz people’s attention won’t last long




Profile Picture

So he changed his profile picture
It doesn’t say „I’m a cool“ anymore
It sais now: „live is a struggle
It’s bare-knuckle boxing
With my back against the wall
There ain’t no place to go
But straight ahead,
Dead ahead“




Selbstoptimierung

Constructed spontanious reactions
They only happen to the chosen few
They only happen if you’re damn well prepared
So get ready
Put yourself together
If you want to fight the system
You first have to fight yourself

Make a list and get things done!
Time is running against you
And soon you’ll be old and missed all the chances
To express yourself
To be great social media content

My higher self
I hire myself
My higher self
I fire myself

The time you waste working for money
Still feels better than the time you waste being depressed
Where’s the pill?
The pill that stops us being children
That makes us save the world
That prevents us from emotionalism?

The standards, the standards are high
And the morals, the morals are high
I want to be high
I want to be high
I want to be high

My higher self
I hire myself
My higher self
I fire myself




Sweet Pain

I’ve been looking inside myself for quite a while now
At least that’s what I thought I did
Cuz they told me that inside I’ll find
All the treasures and all the secrets

Again you came up with that glorious idea
And it was a cold cold winter
And i had no one to opress but myself

Caressing me at night was like your shuffle
To shuffle away a heep of snow
Under wich a naked dog shivers and moans
Let him sleep
Let him sleep

Better hit me and bite me and scratch me
As hard as you can
Cuz nothing’s as sweet as sweet pain
And i ain’t used to love
No i ain’t used to love

The more i know the less relevant i get
I wanna hide in a foreign land
Or under a bridge
If i could only get rid of this body

So go on hit me and bite me and scratch me
As hard as you can
And be the flower that smashes this rock into pieces




The Cucumber Song

The man enters the room
And he sits on a barstool and he starts to talk
About ethics and morals and how there is no god

What does the woman do?
What does the woman do?

Then another man enters the room
Sits on a barstool and he joins right in
He says: “I don’t believe, I know.”
His eyes fixed on the jeans

What does the woman do?
Serving a drink or two
Because the men are thirsty

When the third man opens the door
The noise of the street is switched on
And switched off as he sits next to the other two
A line into eternity
And he adds:
“I don’t do anything to anyone that I don’t want anyone to do to me.”
“No, I don’t do anything to anyone that I don’t want anyone to do to me.”

And then they start to smile
Yeah then they start to smile
As the woman bends down to the fridge
Takes out a cucumber

And she takes a knife
And chops the cucumber into pieces
And she takes a knife
And chops the cucumber into pieces
Into tiny little pieces




The Real Thing

Do you remember
When we were standing on that crossroad
Must be decades ago
There were tons of tears in our eyes
And a shaky relief in our hearts
You wouldn’t ever go back to him
I wouldn’t ever go back to black
It was a standard scenario
But I didn’t sleep well that night
As you kept talking
Whispering in my ear

You said you wanted to find the real thing
And if you couldn’t have it you’d rather have nothing
You wanted to find the real thing
And if you couldn’t have it you’d rather have nothing
Nothing nothing nothing

Now somebody tagged you in a photo of yours
You’re standing next to a friend who’s also tagged
And you look young and wild and beautiful
Standing in the flashlight of a cellphone in an urban night
Half an hour ago
Meanwhile I still stare into that screen
Mumling: „should I unfollow distopia?“ and
„The power lies in the structure“
I’m afraid I won’t sleep well tonight
Cuz I hear your words coming up again

I want to find the real thing
If I can’t have it I’d rather have nothing
I want to find the real thing
If I can’t have it I’d rather have nothing
Not a thing




Was sollen wir nur tun?

Stillness
The ringing in my ears
And the vertigo I know so well

A quiet street
Some people on bycicles
So much time it runs so fast
Muscles are stressed
Muscles just can’t relax
And the world
The world goes on
Time will tell you
To fuck off
Fuck off

Ears hurt
And the vertigo I know so well
I will always be part of the machine I despise
Where is the sky?
I want to push it away

Maybe shave my beard or take a shower
I’m so tired and weak
This symptoms they come back again
This symptoms come back again
Muscles just can’t relax
And the world
The world goes on

Time will tell you
To fuck off
Fuck off
Time will tell you to fuck off
Fuck off
Fuck off

Push me somewhere else
Push me somewhere new
Muscles just can’t relax
And the world
The world goes on

Was sollen wir nur tun?




Where Is My Time?

It was Friday the 11th of November 2016, 3:42 AM
The sound of heavy rain outside mollified my mind
And just before I fell asleep I thought, I won’t put an alarm

And I woke up exactly 10:37 AM and I remembered the plan
Started up my MacBook Pro, made some Photo Booth photographs
With me holding up a sign saying
„Where is my time?“
While I was trying to find the best picture
Doubts arouse about vanity, stupidity
And how they often come together
And I feared that I would embarrass myself again
But after I flipped some canvas horizontal
I had only a minute left
So I decided for the photo with the window in the background
And I rushed to the login
On my way I witnessed Cohen’s death
And I also came across several Truuuuaaaaahh
And then at 11:11 AM on 11/11 I posed it to my Facebook wall, saying:
Where is my time?
Where is my

Zoi was the first to like it
I played You Want It Darker, the whole album
And YouTube recommended some videos about US politics
And I thought in my time there would at least be
A program that would detect and blur this fuckhead’s face
Zooey wrote me a message saying time didn’t belong to anyone
And I felt ashamed and I thought that the clever part of my friends would despite my post
I was tempted to write her back
But instead I washed the dishes
Listening to Cohen’s interpretation of the sound of silence
„Paul Simon, Wednesday Morning, 3 AM, 1964“
Where is my time?
Where is my

And I knew that this sentence would not have come up
If Frank didn’t write „Where Is My Mind?“ in 1987
And Lou didn’t write „There Is No Time“ in 1988
I sat down on the kitchen chair and I longed for some kind of hallelujah
’cuz I know it’s never easy if you use possessive adjectives
But in this case it was more about the loss of a feeling of belonging
Rather than the urge to possess
I thought this could be an online protest
Everybody would hold up a sign
Where is my time?
Where is my time?

It goes viral
We will build a new society
No more distance, cynicism, powerlessness
Negativity is not reserved for the ruling class
And online hate

Where is my time?
Where is my time?




White Men With Guitars

They gave me something to play with
It was a guitar
It was a guitar
They gave me something to play with
It was my dick
It was my own dick
They gave me a history of color
And it was white
It was asshole white

So don't you ever listen to white men playing guitars
They will only comfort you
They're in the service of capitalist money makers
And bourgeois values

They might tell you to burn down these houses
And they might tell you to tear down those banks
They'll romanticize theft and crime
Because they say that the rich are the problem
Yeah the rich are the problem
They'll exploit the topics
Of poverty and war
And they'll exploit the topic of enviromental damage

But they will only comfort you
They will only comfort you
Just don't you imagine what you could do
If you would go out now
And forget about the beer
Walk out to the next ATM
Take all the money you've got
Take it out there, take it out
And tell everybody around you
That they should do the same
So we could bring that system
We could bring that system down

Walk out to the next ATM
Take all the money you got
Take it out there
And tell everybody around you
To do exactly the same
We will bring that system
We will bring that system down

But don't you ever listen to white men playing guitar
They are cynical assholes they are certainly cowards
Cuz nobody who'll ever appear on a stage
Will ever be radical enough
No they will not be radical enogh
And nobody who'll ever make a film or write a book
They will never be radical enough
They will never be radical enough
And nobody who'll ever put a work of art on display
They will never be radical enough
They will never be radical enough

To take to take to take
That system down

So walk out, get out of this now
Why are you still listening now
Walk out to the next ATM
Take all the money you've got
Take it out there, take it out there
And tell everybody around you
That they should do the same
So we could bring that system
We could bring that system down

Walk out to the next ATM
Take all the money from all the bank accounts
All the bank accounts
And sell all your stocks
Tell your friends to do the same
We should bring that system
We should bring that system down

But don't listen to white men playing guitar
They will only comfort you
And they are cynical assholes
So sleep well
Sleep thight
Good night
Good night





Thank you