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2013 4 Oct

Stachel der Frist

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“Seven days” was all she wrote, a kind of ultimatum note … – so beginnt ein Song im Fünfvierteltakt aus dem Album Ten Summoner´s Tales von Sting. Dem wird eine Frist gesetzt, in der er sich entscheiden soll. Denn da ist eine Frau, die einen Heiratsantrag erwartet und da ist auch ein Konkurrent, mit weniger IQ als der Ex-Policeman zwar, doch von beeindruckend muskulöser und testosteron-hormoneller Präsenz. Ein Song, der von den Leiden der Liebe handelt, aber auch von einer ganz anderen Obsession: die drohende deadline verursacht Unbehagen und hat eine Kaskade von Ersatzhandlungen zur Folge, mit dem Zweck, den erforderlichen Abschlüssen und Entscheidungen aus dem Weg zu gehen.

 

“Monday, I could wait till Tuesday,
If I make up my mind,
Wednesday would be fine, Thursday’s on my mind,
Friday’d give me time, Saturday could wait,
But Sunday’d be too late …”

Montag – ich könnte auch bis Dienstag warten.
Wenn ich mir´s so recht überlege,
wäre Mittwoch gut. Donnerstag kommt mir in den Sinn,
Freitag würde mir noch Zeit geben. Samstag fällt aus –
doch Sonntag wäre schon zu spät.

 
“Seven Days” (Cover)

2013 31 May

“Messenger”

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Stay still, be still | No wonder you are always lost | As a messenger you must be known | With messages you must return | To be seen by demanding hands | Blonde Readhead | And touches of jealous men | Invisible, unforgivable | To all their secret ends | Be it so be quick | Don´t run just walk and walk and walk | Don´t lose yourself to decorate | Somewhere on your wall | Cause somewhere in your mind | You know you are doing fine | David Sylvian | Holding secret hair locks | You’ll pluck before you hide | So how can I keep anything to myself | So how can I keep any of those things … | Behind these clouds | I´m almost home.

2013 12 Jan

Villagers: Nothing Arrived

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Savanna scatters and the seabird sings
So why should we fear what travel brings?
What were we hoping to get out of this?
Some kind of momentary bliss?

I waited for Something, and Something died
So I waited for Nothing, and Nothing arrived
It’s our dearest ally, it’s our closest friend
It’s our darkest blackout, it’s our final end
My dear sweet Nothing, let’s start a new
From here all in is just me and you

I waited for Something and Something died
So I waited for Nothing, and Nothing arrived
Well I guess it’s over, I guess it’s begun
It’s a losers’ table, but we’ve already won
It’s a funny battle, it’s a constant game
I guess I was busy when Nothing came

I guess I was busy (when Nothing arrived) …

I waited for Something and Something died
So I waited for Nothing, and Nothing arrived …

 

“The first pop songwriter I was obsessed with was Ray Davies but that was when I was very young. I used to steal my older’s sister Walkman and secretly listen to Lola. I sang it all day, every day, not knowing that it was about a transsexual, so everyone was laughing. Later on I got into Bob Dylan, and it was Dylan who made me realise that you could just lose your mind a little bit, and sometimes when you’re adventurous and you have that spirit in you something quite fundamental comes out.”

(Conor O’Brien)

We were riding on a desert wind
We were pulling in the spiritual
Riding on the desert wind
We could see it in the distance
Getting closer every minute
We saw the lights and spiritual shining
Getting closer every minute
Then we skipped the rails, and we started to fail
And we folded you, and it’s not enough
Think about how close we came

I wanna walk like a giant on the land
I wanna walk like a giant on the land
Now I feel like a leaf floating in a atream

Whenever I see the big fire coming,
Coming to burn down all my ideas
I try to hold down to my thinking, and remember how it feels
When I’m looking right in your eyes
And hearing your happy laugh
When I’m seeing your blue eyes shining
And hear your happy laugh
So the moment came, and the big sky rained and
and a ṗool of fire served in my desire

(lyrics not complete)

2012 5 Aug

Alasdair Roberts – “Farewell Sorrow”

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Raise me high, raise me high,
That I may see my fallen kindred seated.
Who met with death upon the battlefield,
Who, in the end, fell and were defeated.

And the way they were tricked by death,
Betrayed, betrayed, leveled and mistreated.
I’ve stuck a knife in a man for less,
But Death is not so easily defeated.

And you can pray, pray and pray for Life.
But know my friend, my dearest friend, please know this,
That Life is but Death’s own right-hand man.
In every piece of his own left-hand business.

So, arm in arm, we’ll run toward that pair
And, we as they, join them double-threaded
And, arms flung wide, we’ll run towards that pair
And never fear that which once we dreaded.

 

“Farewell Sorrow” (Video) – performed by Alasdair Roberts

 

2012 25 Jul

Mexico

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A Song sung by James Taylor, from the Album Gorilla (1975):

Way down here you need a reason to move | Feel a fool running your stateside games | Lose your load, leave your mind behind, Baby James | Oh, Mexico – it sounds so simple I just got to go | The sun’s so hot I forgot to go home | Guess I’ll have to go now | “Americano” got the sleepy eye | But his body’s still shaking like a live wire | Sleepy “Señorita” with the eyes on fire | Oh, Mexico | It sounds so sweet with the sun sinking low | Moon’s so bright like to light up the night | Make everything all right | Baby’s hungry and the money’s all gone | The folks back home don’t want to talk on the phone | She gets a long letter, sends back a postcard; times are hard | Oh, down in Mexico | I never really been so I don’t really know | Oh, Mexico | I guess I’ll have to go …

“Mexico” reminds me of a guy I dated years ago. We broke up and while it wasn’t nice at the time, it’s a real relief now that some time has passed. Being “down in Mexico” is being away from your troubles and escaping the pressures of real life. It’s dreaming of life beyond the current set of issues and relaxing in the moment where you know it’ll all end up okay. (megznz)

Our friends, The Bensons, invited us to Cabo San Lucas last April and each day we’d spend the day on the beach. At 3:00 each afternoon our friend put on his tape of JT singing this song. It was an anthem to our escape to paradise. James really put some heart into this song and the song is never dated. I believe it was written in the 70’s and here 30 years later is still applies to our visit to paradise. (jackdog)

I love this song … i remember going to a friend of the family’s house for parties and dinner and all the time we’d listen to james taylor … and little 7 year old me would sing and sing w/ this song for eve … dunno why but i love it … also … wheres all the comments … there are hardly any for any james taylor songs … come on guys. (mollyc)

(source of comments: songmeanings.com)

“Strange Overtones” is a song recorded by David Byrne and Brian Eno, written by the duo with Leo Abrahams. It was released on August 4, 2008 by means of free download as the lead single from Byrne’s and Eno’s second collaborative studio album “Everything That Happens Will Happen Today” (2008). “Strange Overtones” is an uptempo electronic gospel song, and its lyrics explore the themes of humanity overcoming technology that are central to the album. (Wikipedia)

I wake up every morning | I hear your feet on the stairs | You’re in the next apartment | I hear you singing over there | This groove is out of fashion | These beats are 20 years old | I saw you lend a hand to | The ones out standing in the cold | Strange Overtones in the music you are playing | I’ll harmonize | It is strong and you are tough | But a heart is not enough | Put on your socks and mittens | It’s getting colder tonight | A snowball in my kitchen | I watched it melt before my eyes | Your song still needs a chorus | I know you’ll figure it out | The rising of the verses | A change of key will let you out | Strange overtones though they’re slightly out of fashion | I’ll harmonize | I see the music in your face | That your words cannot explain | Strange Overtones in the music you are playing | We’re not alone | It is strong and you are tough | But a heart is not enough …

2012 9 Mar

A New Sylvian Song

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Baby’s putting on her make-up | Her mouth is swollen as arose | Countdown, she wraps her legs around him | Weightless, she’s taking off her clothes | Candy, colours in her pocket | Bright children hiding in their rooms | Soft toys spread across her pillows | Self-annihilation couldn’t come too soon | Where’s your gravity? | Where’s your mind? | Share your thoughts with me | Waste my time | Slow down, nothing’s gonna save you | Ice-cream dripping from your spoon | Oh, but come now, you’re always telling stories | Bare-foot, walking on the moon | Wake up, and someone’s bound to tell you | Your pretty face is gone to hell | So find them, something you can trade with | Hand-make something you can sell | Where’s your gravity? | Where´s your mind | Share your thoughts with me | Waste my time …

“Where´s Your Gravity?” A VICTIM OF STARS ©2012 David Sylvian

2011 18 Dec

PJ Harvey in Concert

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“Let England Shake wurde in den Januarausgaben der geschätzten britischen Musikzeitschriften UNCUT und MOJO zum Album of the Year gewählt. Als sie nach ihren derzeitigen Lieblingsalben gefragt wurde, erzählte sie, dass sie seit vielen Monaten, wieder und wieder, die zwei ersten Studioalben von Neil Young höre, Neil Young und Everybody knows this is nowhere.” (Michael Engelbrecht)

Im Februar 2011 gab die britische Sängerin und Songwriterin ein fantastisches Konzert im Pariser Olympia. Ein Song aus dem Album Let England Shake, hier im Videoclip – aus einer Serie von 12 Kurzfilmen von Seamus Murphy.


“In The Dark Places”

We got up early,
washed our faces,
walked the fields
and put up crosses.
Passed through
the damned mountains,

went hellwards,
and some of us returned,
and some of us did not.

In the fields and in the forests,
under the moon and under the sun
another summer has passed before us,

and not one man has,
not one woman has revealed
the secrets of this world.

So our young men hid
with guns, in the dirt
and in the dark places.

 

“An Dunklen Orten”

In aller Frühe standen wir auf,
wuschen unsere Gesichter,
zogen in die Schlachtfelder,
stellten Kreuze auf.
Durchquerten die verdammten Berge,

marschierten höllenwärts,
und einige von uns kehrten zurück,
und einige von uns taten es nicht.

Auf den Feldern und in den Wäldern,
unter dem Mond und unter der Sonne,
ging erneut ein Sommer an uns vorrüber,

und nicht ein einziger Mann,
und nicht eine einzige Frau,
hat die Geheimnisse dieser Welt erfahren dürfen.

So also versteckten sich unsere jungen Männer,
mit Gewehren, im Dreck
und an dunklen Orten.
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Lyrics by Polly Jean Harvey | Übersetzung: Jochen Siemer

“And who could feel sorry for a drunkard like this,
In a democracy of dunces with a parasites kiss?”

(David Sylvian)

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Her skin was darker than ashes | And she had something to say | Bout being naked to the elements | At the end of yet another day | And the rain on her back that continued to fall | From the bruise of her lips | Swollen, fragile, and small | And the bills that you paid with were worth nothing at all | A lost foreign currency | Multi-coloured, barely reputable | Like the grasses that blew in the warm summer breeze | Well she offered you this to do as you pleased …

And where is the poetry?
Didn’t she promise us poetry?

The redwoods, the deserts, the tropical ease | The swamps and the prairie dogs, the Joshua trees | The long straight highways from dirt road to tar | Hitching your wheels to truck, bus, or car … |  And the lives that you hold in the palm of your hand | You toss them aside small and damn near unbreakable | You drank all the water and you pissed yourself dry | Then you fell to your knees and proceeded to cry … | And who could feel sorry for a drunkard like this | In a democracy of dunces with a parasites kiss?

And where are the stars?
Didn’t she promise us stars?

Nothing will ever be as it was | The price has been paid with a thousand loose shoes | Pictures are pasted on shop windows and walls | Like a poor mans Boltanski | Lost one and all … | Sell, sell | Bid your farewell | Come, come | Save yourself | Give yourself over | Pushing your consciousness | Deep into every atom and cell | Sell | Bid your farewell | Come, come | Save yourself | Give yourself over | Pushing your consciousness | Deep into every atom and cell | Sell | Bid your farewell …

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Atom And Cell” ( Video-Clip)


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