OOC: Can we talk about the insane nippage here...?Ada runs on stage, and the crowd errupts in cheers. "Hallo!" She says into the mic, waving with a giggle. "I know you came to see Acts of Hate, but you have to deal with me first," She says, and people continue to cheer. "Oh meine Gott, are there Ada fans in Maine?" She asks, and more people cheer. "I need to play here more often..."
She starts her first song,
On the Duke of Winchester. Do her surprise, many people in the audience sing along with her. "Oh, shit..." She says after the song, whiping a tear away from her eye. "I grew up in a town in Germany, and was told by my mother while I was growing up that I was not pretty enough to amount to anything. Well, fuck you, mom!" She shouts, and goes into her song,
Mother.
Sack voller ölige Lappen, 50 Prozent leichter
Träume der Pensionierung in Prauge brennen immer heller
es gibt eine Menge von Möglichkeiten, um Geld zu machen in dieser Welt
aber ich kann es nicht empfehlen Versicherungsbetrug.
ausgebrannt Hülle eines Volkswagen,
Blutflecken auf der Einfahrt,
aufgerissen Mercedes, von der Seite der Autobahn
große Pläne, große Pläne
Lassen Sie mich Ihnen etwas sagen Schwester,
Sie werden nie weg mit ihm.
You were sitting in the recliner with the TV on
When you said something evil and then you were gone
Explosives in the water main
A blown fuse
College graduation photograph
Splashed all over the six o'clock news
I will not be cashing in your policy
Until I find out what it is you are trying to do to me.
After the song, she whipes away a couple of more tears. "I never thought in all my life that I would ever have so many fans..." She says quietly into the mic, and more cheers errupt. Somebody throws a boquet of roses onto the stage. "Oh!" Ada picks them up, smells them, and throws one of the roses into the audience. "Catch!" She calls out, and then goes into
The Day the Devil Came to Berlin, and then followed that with
The Divorce.
"Alright, meine lieblings, last song..." She says, and begins to play
Dvorak.
Clear sky over Berlin
A warm wind
Dvorak on the short wave
Clear signal coming in
La la la
La la la la la la
La la la
La la la la la la la
Long vowels spill like liquid from your mouth
I hang on every word you say
An army of transistor radios on the bookshelf left on all day
Let them play, ja, let them all play on and on and on.
Let them all play longer and louder and long after you are gone
La la
La la la la la
La la
La la la la la
klaren Himmel Zuflucht unserer zerbrechlichen kleinen Haus
Radio hören die ganze Zeit
Ihre Hand auf meine Stirn, als ob für ein Fieber zu überprüfen
Ja, große Pläne im Kopf.
La la la la
La la la la la
La la la la
La la la la la la la
La la
La la la la la la
La la
"Thank you! I love you all! Good night!"
