Olympic Village Blues

by Boo Hoo

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released 07 March 2015

Guitar & vocals: Bernhard Karakoulakis
Drums: Johnny Dydo
Bass: Andrew Hoepfner
Piano: Dan Costello
Trumpet: Matt Colbourn
harmonies: Julie Lamendola,
Andrew Hoepfner, Brian Speaker
Noise & Fun: Mathias Kom, Deenah Vollmer
Cover Photo: Lena Opitz
Artwork: Bernhard Karakoulakis
Mastered by Theo Krieger
Producer: Brian Speaker

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Boo Hoo Frankfurt Am Main, Germany

Boo Hoo is a musical act, currently based in Frankfurt/Germany. He is playing distinctive Folk songs about beautiful, haunting subjects, that sparkle and are fun! Boo Hoo has put out two Albums. "Hypermarché" in 2008 and "Afghan Hounds" in 2010.
Boo Hoo has toured Europe, lived in New York for some time and is currently writing a new album
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Track Name: Olympic Village Blues
She's got David Bowie's eyes
Looking into different skies
Wakes up singin' lullabies, she does
Run like hell is at her heels
When they ask her how she feels
She tells the cameras mighty fine

There is a thing, they can't put on the news
It's just in her mind It is the Olympic Village Blues

Put your whole life in a box
Add some water, fake moonrocks
Light some matches, secret cigarettes
Close your eyes as the plane lands
Feel the sweat drip down your hands
Watch the people at the carousel

'Cause there is a thing, a ceratin kind of bruise
Do they know you got it too? It is the Olympic Village Blues

You carry the fame across the land
Everybody sees you, but nobody understands It's like the last day of a summer camp
When you are leaving as a boy but you can't come back Come Back Come Back As a man

There is a thing, she dreams about at night
Only she knows, where it is,
It's hiding in plain sight It's nothing you could earn
Or something you could choose
But it's everything It is the Olympic Village Blues
Track Name: Champs-Élysées
The money we make and the hearts that we break,
The polaroids we tape to the wall
The movies we shoot, dressed up so cute
Planned out in a long distance call

You can't be everywhere hey and that's okay,
Let the sun roam to a different sky
'Cause the darker the night, the brighter the sight of the boulevard reflecting your eyes

There ain't a place, where I would rather be
Where every dream that could be dreamed comes alive for us to see
I dreamed our love would never fade
And it'll always shine as bright, as it did on that day
On Champs-Élysées

The city is thick and the air here is quick,
There's plastic bags caught in a tree
But there ain't a spot on this planet we've got
That speeds along more beautifully

You can't be everywhere hey and that's okay,
Let the sun roam to a different sky
'Cause the darker the night, the brighter the sight of the boulevard reflecting your eyes

There ain't a place, where I would rather be
Where every dream that could be dreamed comes alive for us to see
I dreamed our love would never fade
And it'll always shine as bright, as it did on that day
On Champs-Élysées
Track Name: Drive
The Day is hot
The night is too
You roll the windows down to breathe
Smoke rolls in
Tickles your eyes
Blurs white lines on the concrete

When you are a driver you just drive, you just drive
When you are a driver you just drive

The backseats cramped
Covered in sheets
„Hey, what's the secret underneath?“
I heard you I saw you laugh
You played guitar in the garage

When you are a driver you just drive, you just drive
When you are a driver you just drive

I wrote your name across the bathroom wall,
I hope you call from
Where the blacktop meets the neon light and it's always night and
You're okay '
Til then I dream about the road, the horizon and a lining of gold

When you are a driver you just drive, you just drive
When you are a driver you just drive
When you are a driver you just drive, you just drive
When you are a driver you just drive
Track Name: Karl Lagerfeld's Eyes
Everybody hustle, everybody get to work
Baby's got a new book, daddy's gotta read it first
And the light fallin' through the window
Is casting a dirty shadow
Everybody hustle, everybody get to work
I fell asleep at sea

When the girl with the paper skin Looks at you with the devil's grin As she's putting on her furcoat late at night You realize you have never seen Karl Lagerfeld's eyes Karl Lagerfeld's eyes You don't

Finger on the trigger, finger on the broken screen
Director actor lover shooting the deleted scenes
And the light spilled from the projector
Turns on the smoke detector
Everybody hustle, everybody get to work I fell asleep

When the girl with the paper skin
Looks at you with the devil's grin
As she's putting on her furcoat late at night
You realize you have never seen
Karl Lagerfeld's eyes
Karl Lagerfeld's eyes
You don't

K-A-R-L
K-A-R-L
K-A-R-L

When the girl with the paper skin
Looks at you with the devil's grin
As she's putting on her furcoat late at night
You realize you have never seen
Karl Lagerfeld's eyes
Karl Lagerfeld's eyes
You don't