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Two young men from Düsseldorf
Fell in love with West Coast surf.
But there was no Ozean,
So they surfed the Autobahn.
First they used to play Bach’s fugues,
But they've switched to Minimoogs.
First they played flutes and recorders,
But exchanged them for vocoders.
Calculators, emulators,
Equalizers, oscillators.
Hearing their ARP Odyssey,
People said ‘twas lunacy.
“Your Musik has no emotion,
Sounds like washing machine.”
“You will never reach pop charts
‘Cos you’ve got spare parts for hearts.”
“In your suits, you and your drummers
Look like human showroom dummies.”
People said, “You move like robots” –
“At least, we don’t wear flower pots.” *
“We will never use guitars
But we’ll be electro stars.”
“Let them have sex, drugs and rock.
We’ll have work, bikes, techno pop.”
The river Rhine is flowing,
The Autobahn is going.
From the Studio Kling Klang
Sounds their electronic funk.
Two young men from Düsseldorf
Dreamt of wires all alone.
Now the whole global world
Dances to their robot song.