Whiz Songtext
von Tactile Gemma

I have trapped a little wing in a bottle
It plays around with the back of my ear against the wall
I depressions in colors nobody′s ever seen
I paint the air
The colors float above
Float above
Float above

Wings on stones
Have been stored under my tongue for quite a while
Now I let them fly
And just like birds they steer towards the sky
They smash against the glass roof and hail down on me
As in wings for my love

I must disguise myself
Shall I tread before you in guise of a human?
Something more complicated?
An angel?


Now I lap up all
In all vomit smells
Hypothetical sphere
I am a whirl
And they're tasting me
Without really relishing me
Exchanging me with dreamsy words
Which land on their heads and melt

Something spirals out of the mouth I′m in
It resembles a sort of whining stare
With a frightened wingless toad on my arm

I slide over railings and we speed up
And the circles are white
And we hold on to each other in the centrifuge
Our wet clothes sway in the ice
And our heads are spinning
Our eyes roll round and round in our heads
And suddenly we're trapped between the four walls
We are in a box
Called a little wing
Which takes us round and round and round