Optimize Me from Yippie Yeah by PAULA PAULA

You wanna do Yoga to fight your legacy.
You wanna find the perfect pose to take you away from me.
But I wanna spit on every street in Berlin,
wherever they've been, wherever they've been.
You wanna drink tea to fight hypocrisy.
You wanna find the perfect herb, that makes you true to me.
But I'm gonna break every bone of your hand,
when you start to pretend, when you pretend:

That this could be of any help, my friend,
to stop the inner trembling, that never seems to end,
the sadness in your bones, that haunts you
since World War II, since World War II.

You wanna do Zumba to fight irony.
You wanna dance the perfect dance to find your honesty.
But I wanna spill every smoothie I see,
whatever they put, wheatgrass or goji.
You wanna diet to fight anxiety.
You wanna find the perfect app to quantify me.
But I wanna suck all the blood from your veins
to make you feel the pain, you feel the pain.

Cause I don`t think it is true, my friend,
that there's anything you do against
the sadness in your bones, that haunts you
since World War II, since World War II.

The broken bones, the broken hearted,
the lonely child whose parents parted,
the violation, the massive abuse,
the manipulation of men in their youth
to brainwashed soldiers, with silent eyes,
the dead bodies and the mother, that cries.

But then grandpa didn't cry - what can you do?
And grandma started to lie - what can you do?
Your parents say they're alright - what can you do?
And you still feel it all stuffed up inside - what can you do,
but cry?

• Pop
• alternative
• chanson
• indie folk
• indie pop
• singer-songwriter
• Berlin