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Rüdiger stands in the rain and the snow
Collector of autographs
Names upon photographs
Faces of people who everyone knows
Rüdiger lives in a place on his own
Briefcase and spectacles
Strange and respectable
He knows the meaning of being alone
Rüdiger works as a clerk in the town
Music or politics
Rüdiger gets his kicks
He gets information then he comes around
Rüdiger waits at the hall in Berlin
He waits there all night
Security's tight
They know who he is but they don't let him in
Rüdiger waits in the dark by the stair
His fingers are shaking
His feet they are aching
But your name's in the paper so Rüdiger's there
Collector of autographs
Names upon photographs
Faces of people who everyone knows
Rüdiger lives in a place on his own
Briefcase and spectacles
Strange and respectable
He knows the meaning of being alone
Rüdiger works as a clerk in the town
Music or politics
Rüdiger gets his kicks
He gets information then he comes around
Rüdiger waits at the hall in Berlin
He waits there all night
Security's tight
They know who he is but they don't let him in
Rüdiger waits in the dark by the stair
His fingers are shaking
His feet they are aching
But your name's in the paper so Rüdiger's there
Lyrics submitted by Crimsonicity
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Chekout the rest of the "Bandits" soundtrack while you're at it.
It's really good! :-D
I only just discovered this song, when I saw "Bandits".
Even though I had seen the movie a couple of times before,
I never really paid attention to this song until a couple of weeks ago.
I'm crazy about its atmosphere and melancholic melody.
Funny enough I just started liking Leonard Cohan about a year ago,
so maybe this is the natural way, for my music taste to develop.
About a stalkerish person...
MK (Live In London '96) : " I actually wrote the words to this tune about 15 years ago about the time John Lennon was murdered ... It's really about the sort of fan, you know not a music fan, I love the music fan's, they're fantastic ... this is the sort autograph guy who just wants Saddam Hussein's autograph and everyone elses; It doesn't make any difference to him as your well known ... I wrote the song Rüdiger, that's his name Rüdiger."
Love the last line! Very creepy: "But your name's in the paper so Rüdiger's there"