Found him naked on the bed
His eyes were vacant, dark and dead
The TV screen the ghosts of gloom
The silver light of thirteen moons
He died alone, there were no friends
To cut the scene, to change the end
He left his mark and through it all
He never turned from the white wall
They found him naked on the bed
His eyes were vacant, dark and dead
The TV screen and the ghosts of gloom
The silver light of thirteen moons
He died alone and there were no friends
To cut the scene, to change the end
He left his mark and through it all
He never turned from the white wall
White wall
White wall
White wall
White wall
The visions poured out of his head
Shedding light on the things we dread
The darkness of the human heart
Further further down to the deepest part
The image that evades all speech
He'd always surf, he liked the beach
He left his mark and through it all
He never turned from the white wall
White wall
White wall
White wall
White wall
White ... wall
White ... wall
White ... wall
White ... wall
When the light turns red I think of you
You know the devil's thinking too
Of how we turned against this life
You fuck with death now it's your wife
And like a movie when it ends
The screen turns blank and white again
Lying there he looks so small
A speck of light on the white wall
White wall
White wall
White wall
White wall
White ... wall
White ... wall
White ... wall
White ... wall
Blue light turns red ...
©1982 The Nails
It must've been a group effort 'cause I don't remember -- it's an older song. I have live versions from our 1982 California tour... This song is about German filmmaker Rainer Werner Fassbinder. I remember watching Berlin Alexanderplatz every Sunday night for months on public TV in the mid-80's. It was extremely depressing with despicable characters. Yet it was great, splendidly acted and every episode was compelling to the end.