What I've learnt from the ocean
How to dance and rejoice in the motion
Let the sun have its moment
The moon will come
What I’ve learnt from a soldier
Every man is a son to a daughter
And we only remember
When we see the blood
Don't grow up on me
Keep that backstroke in your afro
Don't you grow up on me
Slow up homie
Don’t you grow up on me
Keep it OG sipping slowly
Don't you grow up on me
Slow up homie
Don't you show off on me
Don't you grow up on me
Show off on me
What I've learnt from a traveller
There's no road that can lead to Nirvana
There's a world to discover
But home is love
Hmm
What I've learnt from a mirror
Look too hard and you’ll find you a stranger
Love is just a decision
The choice is yours
Don’t grow up on me
Keep that backstroke in your afro
Don't you grow up on me
Slow up homie
Don’t you grow up on me
(1959)
Jesus Christ, that's a pretty face
The kind you'd find on someone that could save
If they don't put me away
Well, it’ll be a miracle
Do you believe you're missing out?
That everything good is happening somewhere else
But with nobody in your bed
The night's hard to get through
And I will die all alone
And when I arrive I won’t know anyone
Well, Jesus Christ, I’m alone again
So what did you do those three days you were dead?
'Cause this problem's gonna last
More than the weekend
Well, Jesus Christ, I’m not scared to die
But I’m a little bit scared of what comes after
Do I get the gold chariot?
Do I float through the ceiling?
Do I divide and pull apart?
'Cause my bright is too slight to hold back all my dark
And this ship went down in sight of land
And at the gates does Thomas ask to see my hands?
I know you're coming in the night like a thief
But I’ve had some time, O Lord, to hone my lying technique
I know you think that I’m someone you can trust
But I’m scared I’ll get scared and I swear I’ll try to nail you back up
So do you think that we could work out a sign
So I’ll know it's you and that it's over so I won't even try
I know you're coming for the people like me
But we all got wood and nails
And we turn out hate in factories
We all got wood and nails
And we turn out hate in factories
We all got wood and nails
And we sleep inside of this machine
(1959)
Ne me quitte pas
Il faut oublier
Tout peut s'oublier
Qui s'enfuit déjà
Oublier le temps
Des malentendus
Et le temps perdu
A savoir comment
Oublier ces heures
Qui tuaient parfois
A coups de pourquoi
Le cœur du bonheur
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Moi je t'offrirai
Des perles de pluie
Venues de pays
Où il ne pleut pas
Je creuserai la terre
Jusqu'après ma mort
Pour couvrir ton corps
D'or et de lumière
Je ferai un domaine
Où l'amour sera roi
Où l'amour sera loi
Où tu seras reine
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Je t'inventerai
Des mots insensés
Que tu comprendras
Je te parlerai
De ces amants-là
Qui ont vu deux fois
Leurs cœurs s'embraser
Je te raconterai
L'histoire de ce roi
Mort de n'avoir pas
Pu te rencontrer
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
On a vu souvent
Rejaillir le feu
D'un ancien volcan
Qu'on croyait trop vieux
Il est paraît-il
Des terres brûlées
Donnant plus de blé
Qu'un meilleur avril
Et quand vient le soir
Pour qu'un ciel flamboie
Le rouge et le noir
Ne s'épousent-ils pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Je ne vais plus pleurer
Je ne vais plus parler
Je me cacherai là
A te regarder
Danser et sourire
Et à t'écouter
Chanter et puis rire
Laisse-moi devenir
L'ombre de ton ombre
L'ombre de ta main
L'ombre de ton chien
Ne me quitte pas
Do not leave me
We have to just forget
Everything can be forgotten
that's already in the fleeting past
Let’s forget the time
Of all the misunderstandings
And the lost time
To know how
To forget these hours
That sometimes kill
With whys
Hearts full of joy.
Do not leave me
I offer you
Pearls of rain
From lands
Where it never rains
I will walk the Earth
Until the day I die
To cover your body
With gold and light
I will build a kingdom
where love is king
Where love is law
Where you are queen
Do not leave me
Do not leave me
I will invent you
Senseless words
That you’ll understand
And I will tell you
About these lovers
Who saw twice
Their hearts ablaze
I will tell you about
The story of this king
Who died because
He could not meet you.
Do not leave me
One often sees
Fires revive
In an extinct volcano
Thought to be too old.
It appears that
The scorched fields
Can yield more grain
Than the best of springs
And when night falls
In this blazing sky --
The red and the dark
Are they not in harmony?
Do not leave me
I will cry no more
I will talk no more
I will hide there
Just to look at you
Dance and smile
And to hear you
Sing and then laugh
Let me be for you
The shadow of your shadow
The shadow of your hand
The shadow of your dog
Do not leave me
(2008)
Timber shakes these trails they all derail
Phony, false and frail
An empty ocean lost our way with no direction home
Golden needles names we take in vein
Find it harder to remain
And nothings sacred still waiting on that explanation
Right before my eyes
I saw the whole world lose control
The whole world lost control
Before my eyes
I fell through the floor
I couldn't take this anymore
I can't take this anymore
It breaks my mind
Hold your dirty hand over the flames
Getting pleasure from the pain
Softly screaming the pistol that you raise has spoken
Golden needles names we take in vein
Find it harder to remain
Well nothings sacred still waiting on that explanation
Right before my eyes
I saw the whole world lose control
The whole world lost control
Before my eyes
I fell through the floor
I couldn't take this anymore
I can't take this anymore
It breaks my mind
Everything I thought I knew fell to the side
Time went on and on I couldn't see past my on eyes
Past my eyes
(Entren Los Que Quieran, 2010)
Soy... Soy lo que dejaron
Soy toda la sobra de lo que se robaron
Un pueblo escondido en la cima
Mi piel es de cuero, por eso aguanta cualquier clima
Soy una fábrica de humo
Mano de obra campesina para tu consumo
Frente de frío en el medio del verano
El amor en los tiempos del cólera ¡Mi hermano!
El sol que nace y el día que muere
con los mejores atardeceres
Soy el desarrollo en carne viva
Un discurso político sin saliva
Las caras más bonitas que he conocido
Soy la fotografía de un desaparecido
La sangre dentro de tus venas
Soy un pedazo de tierra que vale la pena.
Una canasta con frijoles
Soy Maradona contra Inglaterra
Anotándote dos goles
Soy lo que sostiene mi bandera
La espina dorsal del planeta, es mi cordillera
Soy lo que me enseñó mi padre
El que no quiere a su patria, no quiere a su madre
Soy América latina
Un pueblo sin piernas, pero que camina
¡Oye!
Tú no puedes comprar al viento
Tú no puedes comprar al sol
Tú no puedes comprar la lluvia
Tú no puedes comprar el calor
Tú no puedes comprar las nubes
Tú no puedes comprar los colores
Tú no puedes comprar mi alegría
Tú no puedes comprar mis dolores (2x)
Tengo los lagos, tengo los ríos
Tengo mis dientes pa' cuando me sonrío
La nieve que maquilla mis montañas
Tengo el sol que me seca y la lluvia que me baña
Un desierto embriagado con peyote
Un trago de pulque para cantar con los coyotes
Todo lo que necesito
Tengo a mis pulmones respirando azul clarito
La altura que sofoca
Soy las muelas de mi boca, mascando coca.
El otoño con sus hojas desmalladas
Los versos escritos bajo la noche estrellada
Una viña repleta de uvas
Un cañaveral bajo el sol en Cuba
Soy el mar Caribe que vigila las casitas
Haciendo rituales de agua bendita
El viento que peina mi cabello
Soy, todos los santos que cuelgan de mi cuello
El jugo de mi lucha no es artificial
Porque el abono de mi tierra es natural
Tú no puedes comprar al viento
Tú no puedes comprar al sol
Tú no puedes comprar la lluvia
Tú no puedes comprar el calor
Tú no puedes comprar las nubes
Tú no puedes comprar los colores
Tú no puedes comprar mi alegría
Tú no puedes comprar mis dolores
Não se pode comprar o vento
Não se pode comprar o sol
Não se pode comprar a chuva
Não se pode comprar o calor
Não se pode comprar as nuvens
Não se pode comprar as cores
Não se pode comprar minha alegria
Não se pode comprar minhas dores
No puedes comprar el sol
No puedes comprar la lluvia
(Vamos dibujando el camino)
El sol...
No puedes comprar mi vida
Mi tierra no se vende
Trabajo bruto, pero con orgullo
Aquí se comparte, lo mío es tuyo.
Este pueblo no se ahoga con marullo
Y si se derrumba, yo lo reconstruyo
Tampoco pestañeo cuando te miro
Para que te recuerdes de mi apellido
La operación Cóndor invadiendo mi nido
¡Perdono, pero nunca olvido!
¡Oye!
(Vamos caminando)
Aquí se respira lucha.
(Vamos caminando)
Yo canto porque se escucha
(Vamos dibujando el camino)
(Vamos caminando)
Aquí estamos de pie
¡Que viva la América!
No puedes comprar mi vida
I am....I am what they've left
I'm all about what that was stolen.
A village hidden on the mountain top,
My skin is from leather that's why it stands any weather.
I'm a factory of smoke,
A peasant working hand for your consumption
Cold Front in the middle of summer,
Love in the Time of Cholera, my brother.
The sun that is born and the day that dies,
with the best evenings.
I am developing raw,
a political speech without saliva.
The most beautiful faces I've met,
I'm the photograph of a missing person.
I'm the blood in your veins,
I'm a piece of land that is worth it.
I'm a basket with beans,
I'm Maradona against England
scoring 2 goals.
I'm what that holds my flag,
the backbone of the planet is my Andes.
I'm what that my father taught me,
Who doesn't love his fatherland don't love his mother.
I'm Latin America,
People without legs but can walk
You can't buy the wind.
You can't buy the sun.
You can't buy the rain.
You can't buy the heat.
You can't buy the clouds.
You can't buy the colors.
You can't buy my happiness.
You can't buy my pains.
I have the lakes, I have the rivers.
I have my teeth for when I smile.
The snow that puts make up on my mountains.
I have the sun that dries me and the rain that washes me
A desert intoxicated with beautiful drinks of pulque
To sing with the coyotes is
all that I need.
I have my lungs breathing clear blue.
The height that suffocates.
I'm the teeth that chew the Coca.
The autumn with its dropping leaves
The lines written under the starry night.
A vineyard filled with grapes.
A sugar cane plantation under the Cuban sun.
I'm the Caribbean Sea watching over the houses,
Doing rituals with holy water.
The wind that combs my hair.
I'm all the saints that hang from my neck.
The juice of my struggle is not artificial,
Because the fertilizer of my land is natural.
You can't buy the wind.
You can't buy the sun.
You can't buy the rain.
You can't buy the heat.
You can't buy the clouds.
You can't buy the colors.
You can't buy my happiness.
You can't buy my pains.
(in Portuguese)
You can't buy the wind.
You can't buy the sun.
You can't buy the rain.
You can't buy the heat.
You can't buy the clouds.
You can't buy the colors.
You can't buy my happiness.
You can't buy my sadness.
You can't buy the sun.
You can't buy the rain.
(we are drawing the way, we are walking)
You can't buy my life.
MY LAND IS NOT FOR SALE.
Working hard but with pride,
Here we share, what's mine is yours.
These people can't be drowned with big waves.
And if it collapsed I'll rebuilt it.
I won't even blink when I see you.
So that you'll remember my name.
Operation Condor is invading my nest.
I forgive but I'll never forget!
(we are walking)
The struggle breathes here.
(we are walking)
I sing to be heard.
Here we stand.
Long live Latin America.
You can't buy my life.
(Entren Los Que Quieran, 2010)
No me regalen más libros
porque no los leo.
Lo que he aprendiedo,
es porque lo veo.
Mientras más pasan los años,
me contradigo cuando pienso.
El tiempo no me mueve,
yo me muevo con el tiempo.
Soy las ganas de vivir,
las ganas de cruzar,
las ganas de conocer
lo que hay después del mar.
Yo espero que mi boca
nunca se calle,
también espero que las turbinas de este avión
nunca me fallen.
No tengo todo calculado
ni mi vida resuelta,
sólo tengo una sonrisa
y espero una de vuelta.
Yo confío en el destino
y en la marejada.
Yo no creo enla Iglesia
pero creo en tu mirada.
Tu eres el sol en mi cara
cuando me levanta,
yo soy la vida que ya tengo,
tu eres la vida que me falta.
Así que agarra tu maleta,
el bulto, los motetes,
el equipaje, tu valija,
la mochila con todos tus juguetes, y..
Dame la mano y vamos a darle la vuelta al mundo,
darle la vuelta al mundo.
La renta, el sueldo,
el trabajo en la oficina,
lo cambié por las estrellas
y por huertos de harina.
Me escapé de la rutina
para pilotear mi viaje
porque el cubo en el que vivía
se convirtió en paisaje.
Yo era un objeto
esperando a ser ceniza
Un día decidí
hacerle caso a la brisa.
A irme resbalando
detrás de tu camisa,
no me convenció nadie,
me convenció tu sonrisa.
Y me fui trás de ti
persiguiendo mi instinto,
Si quieres cambio verdado
pues, camina distito.
Voy a escaparme hasta
la constelación más cercana,
la suerte es mi oxígeno,
tus ojos son mi ventana.
Quiero correr por siete lagos
en un mismo día.
Sentir encima de mis muslos
el clima de tus nalgas frías.
Llegar al tope de la sierra,
abrazarme con las nubes
sumergirme en el agua y ver
cómo las burbujas suben, y...
Do not give me more books
because I do not read them.
I learn what
I see.
The older I get,
The more I contradict myself when I think.
Time does not move me,
I move with time.
I am the desire to live,
the desire to cross,
the desire to know,
what is beyond the ocean.
I hope that my mouth
never is silenced.
I also hope that these airplane turbines
never fail.
I don't have it all figured out
nor my life settled,
I only have one smile
and I hope one return.
I have confidence in destiny
and in the surf.
I don't believe in the church
but I believe in your eyes.
You are the sun on my face
when I wake up,
I am the life that I have,
you are the life I am missing.
So grab your suitcase,
parcel, bundle,
luggage, your bag,
the backpack with all your toys, and...
Give me your hand and let's go around the world,
go around the world.
The income, the salary,
working in the office,
I exchanged stars
for fields of grain.
I ran away from routine
to pilot my own trip
because the box I lived in
turned into scenery.
I was a thing
waiting to turn to ash.
One day I decided
to listen to the breeze.
To slip
behind your shirt.
Nobody can convince me,
but your smile.
And I left you behind,
pursuing my instinct,
if you want true change,
well, walk differently.
I will escape to
the nearest constellation.
Luck is my oxygen,
your eyes are my window.
I want to run seven lakes
in one day.
To feel your
cold buttocks on the top of my thighs.
To reach the summit,
hug the clouds,
dive into the water and see/
how the bubbles rise, and...
(Songs of Love and Hate, 1971)
Leonard Cohen (1994 BBC Radio Interview): "The problem with that song is that I've forgotten the actual triangle. Whether it was my own - of course, I always felt that there was an invisible male seducing the woman I was with, now whether this one was incarnate or merely imaginary I don't remember, I've always had the sense that either I've been that figure in relation to another couple or there'd been a figure like that in relation to my marriage. I don't quite remember but I did have this feeling that there was always a third party, sometimes me, sometimes another man, sometimes another woman. It was a song I've never been satisfied with. It's not that I've resisted an impressionistic approach to songwriting, but I've never felt that this one, that I really nailed the lyric. I'm ready to concede something to the mystery, but secretly I've always felt that there was something about the song that was unclear. So I've been very happy with some of the imagery, but a lot of the imagery."
Couldn't find a decent (and good quality) recording of Leonard Cohen performing his song.
Glen Hansard does my favorite version of Famous Blue Raincoat.
It's four in the morning, the end of December
I'm writing you now just to see if you're better
New York is cold, but I like where I'm living
There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening
I hear that you're building your little house deep in the desert
You're living for nothing now, I hope you're keeping some kind of record
Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Did you ever go clear?
Ah, the last time we saw you you looked so much older
Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder
You'd been to the station to meet every train, and
You came home without Lili Marlene
And you treated my woman to a flake of your life
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
Well I see you there with the rose in your teeth
One more thin gypsy thief
Well, I see Jane's awake
She sends her regards
And what can I tell you my brother, my killer
What can I possibly say?
I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you
I'm glad you stood in my way
If you ever come by here, for Jane or for me
Well, your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free
Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes
I thought it was there for good so I never tried
And Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Sincerely, L Cohen
(Wish, 1992)
Oh Elise it doesn’t matter what you say
I just can’t stay here every yesterday
Like keep on acting out the same
The way we act out
Every way to smile
Forget
And make-believe we never needed
Any more than this
Oh Elise it doesn’t matter what you do
I know I’ll never really get inside of you
To make your eyes catch fire
The way they should
The way the blue could pull me in
If they only would
If they only would
At least I’d lose this sense of sensing something else
That hides away
From me and you
They’re worlds to part
With aching looks and breaking hearts
And all the prayers your hands can make
Oh I just take as much as you can throw
And then throw it all away
Oh I throw it all away
Like throwing faces at the sky
Like throwing arms round
Yesterday
I stood and stared
Wide-eyed in front of you
And the face I saw looked back
The way I wanted to
But I just can’t hold my tears away
The way you do
Elise believe I never wanted this
I thought this time I’d keep all of my promises
I thought you were the girl I always dreamed about
But I let the dream go
And the promises broke
And the make-believe ran out…
So Elise
It doesn’t matter what you say
I just can’t stay here every yesterday
Like keep on acting out the same
The way we act out
Every way to smile
Forget
And make-believe we never needed
Any more than this
Any more than this
And every time I try to pick it up
Like falling sand
As fast as I pick it up
It runs away through my clutching hands
But there’s nothing else I can really do
There’s nothing else I can really do
There’s nothing else
I can really do
At all…
[Strofa 1]
E se vai all'Hotel Supramonte e guardi il cielo
Tu vedrai una donna in fiamme e un uomo solo
E una lettera vera di notte, falsa di giorno
E poi scuse e accuse e scuse senza ritorno
E ora viaggi, ridi, vivi, o sei perduta
Col tuo ordine discreto dentro il cuore
[Ritornello 1]
Ma dove, dov'è il tuo amore?
Ma dove è finito il tuo amore?
[Strofa 2]
Grazie al cielo ho una bocca per bere e non è facile
Grazie a te ho una barca da scrivere, ho un treno da perdere
E un invito all'Hotel Supramonte, dove ho visto la neve
Sul tuo corpo così dolce di fame, così dolce di sete
Passerà anche questa stazione senza far male
Passerà questa pioggia sottile come passa il dolore
[Ritornello 2]
Ma dove, dov'è il tuo cuore?
Ma dove è finito il tuo cuore?
[Strofa 3]
E ora siedo sul letto del bosco che ormai ha il tuo nome
Ora il tempo è un signore distratto, è un bambino che dorme
Ma se ti svegli e hai ancora paura, ridammi la mano
Cosa importa se sono caduto, se sono lontano
Perché domani sarà un giorno lungo e senza parole
Perché domani sarà un giorno incerto di nuvole e sole
[Ritornello 1]
Ma dove, dov'è il tuo amore?
Ma dove è finito il tuo cuore?
And if you go to the Supramonte Hotel and you look at the sky
you’ll see a woman on fire and a lonely man
and a letter that’s true at night and false in daylight
and then excuses, accusations and one way excuses
and now you travel, laugh, live, or you’re lost
with your discreet order within your heart
but where, where is your love,
but where did your love go?
Thank heaven I have a mouth to drink with and it isn’t easy
Thanks to you I have a boat to write about and a train to miss
and an invitation to the Supramonte Hotel where I saw the snow
on your body, so sweet with hunger, so sweet with thirst.
We’ll pass by this station without getting hurt
This drizzle will also go away, like pain
But where, where is your love,
but where did your love go?
And now I’m sitting in the undergrowth that bears your name
now time is an absent-minded gentleman and a sleeping child
but if you wake up still afraid
give me your hand once more
Who cares if I fell or if I’m far away
because tomorrow will be a long day with no words
because tomorrow will be
an unsettled day, cloudy and sunny
But where, where is your love,
but where did your love go
Η θλίψη λέει ν’άνοιγε τεράστια τα φτερά της
Και να λέγε έλα μου εδώ κουτό μικρό κι αστείο
Να ξάπλωνα ξαπόσταινα εκεί στην αγκαλιά της
Πως γίνανε τα πούπουλα παρηγοριάς θηρίο
Η θλίψη λέει ν'άνοιγε τα μητρικά φτερά της
Και δυνατά να κάγχαζε ακουμπά στην καρδιά μου
Τα δάκρυα, ποια δάκρυα, γλυκά μουρμουρητά της
Να 'ρθει η ανακούφιση να πέσει εδώ μπροστά μου
Να γίνω η βαρύτητα να πέφτω σα να είμαι
Να ξεχαστώ και να αφεθώ με μάτια χαλασμένα
Κλειστά, να μη σταθώ ξανά να ίπταμαι να κείμαι
Να είναι αυτή η αγκαλιά η μοναχή για μένα
Η θλίψη λέει ν'άνοιγε μακάβρια τα φτερά της
Και να απαιτήσει μέσα τους την τελευταία μου ανάσα
Και να ντυθώ αναφιλητά να ξεπιαστώ απ' τα πράσα
Να με μυρίσουν οι άγιοι να πάψω να γελιέμαι
Από ιαχές δεινόσαυρων να πάψω να κρατιέμαι
Στο ράμφος της να σαλιωθώ να με περιφρονήσω
Και για διαμάντια κι έρωτες να μην ξαναμιλήσω
Τι να σου πω
Πες μου τι να σου πω
Τι να βρω να σου πω
Και πως να σου το πω
(Use Your Illusion II, 1991)
"Lose your illusions" - Axel
When you're talkin to yourself
And nobody's home
You can fool yourself
You came in this world alone
So nobody ever told you baby
How it was gonna be
So what'll happen to you baby
Guess we'll have to wait and see
Old at heart but I'm only 28
And I'm much too young
To let love break my heart
Young at heart but it's getting much too late
To find ourselves so far apart
I don't know how you're s'posed
To find me lately
An what more could you ask from me
How could you say that I never needed you
When you took everything
Said you took everything from me
Young at heart an it gets so hard to wait
When no one I know can seem to help me now
Old at heart but I musn't hesitate
If I'm to find my own way out
Still talkin' to myself and nobody's home
So nobody ever told us baby
How it was gonna be
So what'll happen to us baby
Guess we'll have to wait and see
When I find out all the reasons
Maybe I'll find another way
Find another day
With all the changing seasons of my life
Maybe I'll get it right next time
An now that you've been broken down
Got your head out of the clouds
You're back down on the ground
And you don't talk so loud
An you don't walk so proud
Any more, and what for
Well I jumped into the river too many times
to make it home
I'm out here on my own, an' drifting all alone
If it doesn't show give it time
To read between the lines
'Cause I see the storm getting closer
And the waves they get so high
Seems everything we've ever known's here
Why must it drift away and die
I'll never find anyone to replace you
Guess I'll have to make it thru, this time
Oh this time
Without you
I knew the storm was getting closer
And all my friends said I was high
But everything we've ever known's here
I never wanted it to die
(Wolke 7 EP, 1992)
Dinge kommen, Dinge gehen
Sinn und Unsinn des Lebens
Kopf in den Wolken, Kopf im Sand
Hoch geflogen und so oft verbrannt
Alles dreht sich und es dreht sich täglich
Die Kraft in dir trägt und verrät dich
Mann im Spiegel - Hass oder Liebe
Er treibt dich vor sich her und er macht dich müde
Und du willst jemand anders sein, wer kann das sein, mir fällt keiner ein
Und du willst nicht machen, was du machst
Trotzdem sitzt du wieder hier, schreibst die ganze Nacht
Falscher Stolz, Eitelkeit
Dein Leben, doch für das Leben keine Zeit
Mit dieser Leere Bücher vollgeschrieben
Dein Albtraum auf Wolke 7
Und ich schließe die Augen vor all diesen Fragen,
weil es schwer ist die Zweifel, auf den Schultern zu tragen
also schließe ich die Augen, um an etwas zu glauben, ist es wert dich zu lieben
und das Leben zu lieben, hier auf Wolke 7
Dinge kommen, Dinge gehen
Angst vorm Fallen, lieber für nichts mehr stehen
In den Bilderfluten nichts mehr sehen
Und dann mit wehenden Fahnen untergehen
Nachts in Katakomben abfliegen
In Katakonter wieder abschießen.
Und im Gedränge untertauchen
An nichts außer an Wunder glauben
Und du willst woanders sein, wo kann das sein, es fällt dir gerade nicht ein
Dicker Schädel und ne dünne Haut
Jeden kennen, aber niemandem trauen
Alles gesagt und es will keiner hören
Es wär so einfach, wenn's nicht so einfach wär
Und all die Widersprüche totgeschwiegen
Mein Albtraum auf Wolke 7
I know they say you can't go home again.
I just had to come back one last time.
Ma'am I know you don't know me from Adam.
But these hand prints on the front steps are mine.
Up those stairs, in that little back bedroom
Is where I did my homework and I learned to play guitar.
And I bet you didn't know under that live oak
My favorite dog is buried in the yard.
I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing.
Out here it's like I'm someone else,
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I could just come in I swear I'll leave.
Won't take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me.
Mama cut out pictures of houses for years.
From 'Better Homes and Garden' magazine.
Plans were drawn, concrete poured,
And nail by nail and board by board
Daddy gave life to mama's dream.
I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing.
Out here it's like I'm someone else,
I thought that maybe I could find myself.
If I could just come in I swear I'll leave.
Won't take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me.
You leave home, you move on and you do the best you can.
I got lost in this old world and forgot who I am.
I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing.
Out here it's like I'm someone else,
I thought that maybe I could find myself.
If I could walk around I swear I'll leave.
Won't take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me.
(Voices, 2006)
What a sight
Never thought I'd find you here
Last I knew you'd disappeared
We all get lost
I thought I had lost you amongst the mess
And the cluttered things in my head
But here you are
When you wake
I'll be a thousand miles away
From the promises I made
And all our love
I'm a dreamer
With nothing left to dream
Trying to tear a hole in the seam
Of reality
Don't ever forget me
Don't ever forget me
I thought I lost you
Thought I lost you
Thought I'd lost you amongst the mess
And the demons in my head
But here you are
I would leave
To return more lost than before
A little more tired a little less sure
Of where I was
The earth would move but
We would stand in place
Hide in the shadows of the day
We're almost out of time
Yeah we're almost out of time
Don't ever forget me
(Peut-être, 2025)
Il y a toutes ces vérités pendues au bout des lèvres
De celles et ceux qui m′approchent
Toutes ces informations qui me traversent
Ces bruits que j'entends
Ces images que je vois
Il y a ceux qui parlent fort
Sans jamais se donner tort
Contredire c′est se rendre supérieur
À celui où celle qu'on contredit
J'ai pensé qu′en grandissant
J′enlèverais un peu de brume à la vie
Mais c'est pire qu′avant
Les adultes semblent plus paumés que les enfants
Simplement ils font semblant
Et plus je cherche plus j'ai peur de me trouver
Face à la fatalité qu′il n'y a rien a trouver
Plus je cherche plus je me demande
Si j′aurai le courage d'accepter une quelconque vérité
Je me dis qu'essayer de comprendre était en bel égo-trip
Qu′il est évident que mon corps est bien trop petit
Le monde bien trop grand
Que je ne pourrai pas survivre longtemps
Avec des questions si écrasantes
Je me rends compte que beaucoup de personnes
Un peu trop charismatiques pourraient me convaincre
De beaucoup de choses pas très nettes
Et que j′ai beaucoup de mes opinions
Parce que celles et ceux que j'aime ont les mêmes
Et je cherche des gens en qui j′ai confiance pour me guider
Et je me donne une illusion d'esprit critique
Pour me donner une illusion de liberté
Je suis juste programmée à survivre
Et je veux faire survivre le monde entier
Je me dis que peut-être
Je devrais simplement être
Que c′est déjà assez
Qu'il n′y a peut-être rien à comprendre
Mais juste à exister
Mais l′urgence mais le monde
La souffrance et l'orage qui gronde
Le temps qui passe et qui se couvre
Bientôt plus de glace et ceux qui souffrent
Se concentrer sur soi c′est se taire
Et nier la réalité
La prendre à bras le corps c'est mutiler
Ce qu′il me reste de santé
Alors je m'embourbe dans un tas de pensées sombres
Parce que je tiens trop à ce qu′il y a à sauver
Jusqu'à devenir moi-même une ombre
Qui n'a plus rien à apporter
Je me dis que finalement je me dis que tout ça
C′est des histoires d′humains
Et tout ce que j'arriverai à faire
C′est en être témoin
Donnez moi un pilier
N'importe quoi
Une vérité qui me permettrait de prendre action
Qui me transformerait en autre chose qu′un tas de contradictions
Donnez moi un récit à croire
Qui me ferait me lever le matin
Qui me permettrai de prendre part
À l'étendue d′un monde qui file entre mes mains
Et toi?
Qu'est-ce qui te construit?
Qu'est-ce qui te révolte?
De quoi as-tu peur?
Qu′est-ce que tu pleures?
Est ce que tu te sens ballotté par la vie?
Ou maître de ton destin?
Est-ce que t′as déjà eu l'impression d′avoir les choses en main?
Est-ce que l'espoir fait partie de toi?
Est-ce que tu portes trop sur tes épaules?
Ou est-ce que tu te laisses tranquille parfois?
Si je peine à trouver le bonheur
Il me restera la joie
Je me dis qu′il y a tout de même
Quelques briques dont je peux m'emparer
Qu′en essayant d'empêcher la souffrance
Et de préserver la beauté
Avec ça je ne pourrai pas me tromper
Je me dis que peu importe le monde
Que la glace fonde
Chanter au milieu de ce qui est tumultueux
Sera beau et précieux
There all these truths hanging on the lips
Of those who come to me
With all sorts of thoughts that pass through me
The noises that I hear
The images that I see
Without ever admitting they're wrong
To contradict is to be better
Than the one being contradicted
I thought that growing up
Would clear some of the fog in life
But it's worse than before
Grown-ups seem to be more lost than kids
Just that they pretend otherwise
And the more I look, the more I'm afraid of finding myself
Of facing the fatal truth that there's nothing to find
The more I look, the more I wonder
If I have the courage to accept whatever the truth may be
I tell myself that trying to understand was a fine ego trip
And it's obvious that my body is much too small
And the world much too big
That I will never be able to survive
Under the crushing weight of all these questions
I realize that many people
that bit too charismatic could convince me
Of many things that are questionable
And I have a lot of the opinions I have
Because those who I love have the same
And I look for people who I trust to guide me
And I delude myself to have a critical mind
Which gives me the illusion of being free
I'm just programmed to survive
And I want to make the entire world survive
I tell myself that, maybe,
I should simply be
And that's already enough
That maybe there's nothing to understand
But just to exist
But the urgency, but the world,
The suffering and the storm rumbling
Time that passes and covers
Soon there won't be anymore ice and those who suffer
To focus on oneself is to stay silent
And deny reality
To take it head-on is to mutilate
What's left of my sanity
So I sink into a pile of dark thoughts
Because I care too much about what there is to save
Until I become a shadow myself
With nothing more to give
I tell myself that, in the eni, I tell myself all this
It's just stories of man
And all that I'll ever able to do
Is to bear witness to it all
Give me a something to lean on
Anything at all
A truth that will let me take action
That will transform me into something else other than a pile of contradictions
Give me a story to believe in
That will help me get up every morning
That will let me be a part of
This vast world slipping through my hands
And you?
What makes you?
What outrages you?
What are you afraid of?
What makes you cry?
Do you feel tossed around by life?
Or master of your destiny?
Have you ever felt like you were in control?
Do you have hope?
Do you carry too much on your shoulders?
Or do you let yourself rest at times?
If I struggle to find happiness
I will still have some joy
I tell myself that, all the same,
A few bricks that I can grab on to
That in trying to prevent suffering
And preserve beauty
With that I cannot go wrong
I tell myself that little matters to the world
That ice melts
Singing in the midst of all this turmoil
Will be beautiful and precious.
(Pleine Lune, 2024)
Au fond peu importe que je ne devienne jamais riche
Demain s'il le faut j'irais encore me faire exploiter
Je n'irais surement pas user mes semelles en Amérique
Et bientôt mes draps seront peut-être un ciel étoilé
l'avenir sera sombre paraît-il
Plein de danger mais c'est bon là, arrêtez
Je n'sais pas c'qui arrivera de bon ou de maléfique
Mais je sais qu'en cet instant le monde est à mes pieds
Peu importe que puisse sonner mon heure
Qu'on m'oublie, que plus jamais ne frissonne mon art
C'est vrai qu'aujourd'hui je leur ai donné mon cœur
Et demain ils reviendront peut-être me voler mon âme
Et oui, qui sait, vous ferez de moi une proie mais
Mais avant, promis, je me défendrais de toute mes forces
Ou peut-être qu'un de ces jours aussi, je serai roi
J'irai les vaincre avec une armée d'hommes et d'anges sous mes ordres
Et oui, qui sait, hein? Peut-être toi
Alors j'espère que j'serais pas déçu
Un jour, qui sait, je serais peut-être moi
En tout cas jusqu'à présent j'ai jamais su
L'avenir sera sombre paraît-il
Plein de danger mais c'est bon là, arrêtez
Je n'sais pas c'qui arrivera de bon ou de maléfique
Mais je te regarde et le monde est à mes pieds
Le monde est à mes pieds
Laisse-moi te regarder
Là le monde est à mes pieds, oui
Tu n'as pas besoin de parler
Car je suis et resterai libre
Tant que j'ai le droit de te regarder
Je n'ai plus le moindre désir
Je ne ressens plus le poids des années
Sans toi, je supplie dieu d'arrêter de vivre
Et personne ici pourra me blâmer
Donnez moi ne serait-ce qu'encore une heure à vivre ensemble
Je pourrai mourir demain
Pour te couvrir le cœur, que tes rires m'enfantent
Je pourrais m'ouvrir le mien
Ne serait-ce qu'encore une heure à vivre ensemble
Je pourrai mourir demain
Pour te couvrir le cœur, que tes rires m'enfantent
Je pourrais m'ouvrir le mien
Qu'importe ce que l'avenir nous réserve, c'est bon, arrêtez
Tout c'que j'sais, moi, c'est qu'en ce moment précis,
j'ai le monde à mes pieds
Qu'importe ce que l'avenir nous réserve, c'est bon, arrêtez
oui j'ai le monde à mes pieds
oui j'ai le monde à mes pieds
Et en fin de compte, peu importe les guerres
Ou qu'advienne enfin la révolution
Faut-il croire à la sagesse ou a la force des faibles?
Y aura-t-il un jour enfin de vraies solutions?
Mon ange gardien sera peut-être atteint d'un cancer
Qui sait s'il devra laisser la maladie me tuer
Si on est ensemble, on peut éteindre l'enfer
Si on est ensemble, le paradis peut brûler
Je n'veux pas savoir de quoi demain sera fait, non
Aujourd'hui je vois mes démons tousser le sang
Je vois la marque de l'infini dans ma main se tracer, oui
Ton regard à le pouvoir de courber le temps
Être avec toi c'est voler, c'est s'en aller là où on ne me cherchera plus
Être avec toi c'est regarder le soleil, je n'serai pas fâché si j'en perds la vue
Oui
L'avenir sera sombre paraît-il
Plein de danger mais c'est bon là, arrêtez
Je n'sais pas c'qui arrivera de bon ou de maléfique
Mais je te regarde et le monde est à mes pieds
In the end, it doesn't matter that I never become rich
Tomorrow, if they have to, they'll exploit me again
I probably won't go wear out my soles in America
And soon my sheets will be a starry sky
The future looks dark
Full of danger, but that's enough -- stop
I don't know what's going to happen, good or evil
But I know that, in this very moment, the world is at my feet
It doesn't matter if my time has come
That I be forgotten, that my art never create shivers again
It's true that today I gave them my heart
And tomorrow they'll come back to steal my soul
And yes, who knows, you will make me your prey
But before, I promise, I will defend myself with all my might
Or maybe one of these days, I will become king
I will go defeat them with an army of men and angels at my command
And yes, who knows, huh? Maybe you
So I hope I won't be disappointed
One day, who knows, I might be myself
In any case, up until now, I have never known
The future looks dark
Full of danger, but that's enough -- stop
I don't know what's going to happen, good or bad
But I look at you and the world is at my feet
The world is at my feet
Let me look at you
There the world is at my feet, yes
You don't need to speak
Because I am and will remain free
As long as I have the right to look at you
I have no more desire
I no longer feel the weight of the years
Without you, I beg God to take me now
And no one here can blame me
Give me just one more hour to be with you together
I could die tomorrow
To protect your heart, and that your laughter creates me
I would open mine
If I had just one more hour to be with you
I could die tomorrow
To protect your heart, and that your laughter creates me
I would open mine
Who cares what the future holds for us. It's okay, stop.
All I know is that in this very moment,
I have the world at my feet
Who cares what the future holds for us. Enough. Stop.
Yes, I have the world at my feet
Yes, I have the world at my feet
And in the end, wars don't matter
Or what finally comes out of the revolution?
Should we believe in wisdom or the strength of the weak?
Will there finally be real solutions?
My guardian angel might be afflicted with cancer
Who knows if he will have to let the disease kill me
When we are together, we can put out hell
When we are together, heaven can burn
I don't want to know what tomorrow will bring, no
Today I see my demons coughing up blood
I see the mark of infinity tracing out in my hand, yes
Your gaze has the power to bend time
Being with you is to fly. It's going away where no one will find me anymore
Being with you is looking at the sun. I won't be angry if I lose my vision from it
Yes
The future looks dark
Full of danger, but that's enough, stop
I don't know what will happen, good or bad
But I look at you and the world is at my feet
(Threat to Survival, 2016)
You can have a sound of the thousand voices calling your name
You can have the light of the world blind you, bathe you in grace
But I don't see so easily what you hold in your hands
'Cause castles crumble, kingdoms fall and turn into sand
You can be an angel of mercy or give in to hate
You can try to buy it just like it every other careless mistake
How do you justify, I'm mystified by the ways of your heart
With a million lies the truth will rise to tear you apart
No one gets out alive, every day is do or die
The one thing you leave behind
Is how did you love, how did you love?
It's not what you believe, those prayers will make you bleed
But while you're on your knees
How did you love, how did you love, how did you love?
Nothing ever feels the quite same when you are what you dreamed
And you will never look at anything the same when you see what I see
How we forget ourselves, lose our way from the cradle to the grave
You can't replicate or duplicate, gotta find your own way, yeah
No one gets out alive, every day is do or die
The one thing you leave behind
Is how did you love, how did you love?
It's not what you believe, those prayers will make you bleed
But while you're on your knees
How did you love, how did you love, how did you love?
This ain't no cross to bury
We are the judge and jury, we are the judge and jury
No one gets out alive, every day is do or die
The one thing you leave behind
Is how did you love, how did you love?
It's not what you believe, those prayers will make you bleed
But while you're on your knees
How did you love, how did you love?
This ain't no cross to bury
We are the judge and jury
This ain't no cross to bury
We are the judge and jury
How did you love, how did you love?
(Cinquième As, 2001)
Fuck la Terre, si je meure voici mon testament
Déposez des cendres dans la bouche de tous nos opposants
Virez à coups d'front kick les faux qui viennent se recueillir
J'veux des fleurs et des gosses, que ma mort serve leur avenir.
Peut-être comprendront-ils le sens du sacrifice.
La difference entre les valeurs et puis l'artifice.
Je sais qui pleurera et pourquoi. Vous êtes les bienvenus
Y'aura pas des parvenus, juste des gens de la rue.
La presse people n'aura que des smicards et des sans papiers
Des costumes mal taillés même si les mecs voulaient bien s'habiller
Ci gît. Initiales MC.
Un p'tit qui a voulu qu'la vie d'autrui soit comme une poésie
Et surtout va pas croire qu'y aura 10000 filles
Je dis ça pour ma famille, je n'étais pas parti en vrille
On me jette de la Terre. On dépose quelques fleurs
Seul sous son saule pleureur. Solaar pleure
Solaar il est l'heure
Écoute Solaar pleure
Mon âme monte. Je vous vois en contre-plongée
C'est ceux qui sont déjà partis que je m'en vais retrouver.
Ne vous inquiétez pas, non je pars pour le paradis.
Pas pour parader mais professer la 7ème prophétie.
J'ai tenu tête aux maîtres, aux prêtres, aux traîtres
Aux faux-culs sans cortex qui dansent encore le funky jerk.
Si c'est toi, courbe-toi, marche profil bas et tais-toi
Recherche une aura sinon va tiens, gomme-toi.
Excusez pour le mal que j'ai pu faire, il est involontaire
J'ai été mercenaire plutôt que missionnaire
Je regrette, et pour être honnête, je souhaite que Dieu me fouette
Dieu Tu es la lettre il faut que l'on Te respecte
Archange. Comprends moi, au nom du Père
Certains me trouvent exceptionnel, mais j'ai pas fait l'élémentaire
Le mik pleure – La feuille pleure – Le bic pleure
Et sous le saule pleureur. Solaar pleure
Je suis au Paradis. Je sillonne les plaines
À la recherche des resquilleurs dans le jardin d'Eden
J'ai contrôlé les anges, pas de haine et pas d'ennemis
Sinon j'ai le canif et j'inaugure le meurtre au Paradis
J'ai joué au maigrelet chaque fois que l'on m'a provoqué
Contemplatif ordonné. J'ai pardonné sans pardonner
Mais j'n'étais pas un héros – Juste un mec fait d'os et d'eau
Maint'nant j'suis une âme qui plane perdue sans stylo.
Eden exterminator. Ange exterminateur
Videur matador du Divin examinateur
M'assure que c'est par méprise que je trippe avec les anges
Et m'envoie aussitôt vers les flammes et puis la fange.
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Le code barre de l'Antéchrist
Je vois des porcs et des sangliers – Le feu et le sang liés
Je prie car j'ai peur. Satan rit. Solaar pleure.
Non, pourquoi moi, c'est une erreur,
garde-moi je suis noble de coeur
Arrêtez la chaleur, je crache sur Belzébuth
Je garderai la foi et puis j'ai l'uppercut
Pourquoi ce blâme, pourquoi ces flammes,
pourquoi ce torréfacteur qui nous crame?
Cet âne de Chétane plane sur nos âmes,
il vit par le feu, périra par le lance-flammes
Du Lac Lancelot, double A du Graal,
Rabbin, Prêtres, Imams, priez, aidez oim
Pourquoi moi, pourquoi ce karma, zarma
J'ai porté la croix jusqu'à la main de Fatma
J'suis comme un gladiateur desperado,
envoyé en enfer pour une mission commando
Lucifer ne vois-tu pas que Dieu est fort
Si nous sommes soudés nous t'enverrons toucher la mort
Solaar pleure et ses larmes éteignent les flammes,
libère les âmes, fait renaître Abraham
Le Diable est à l'agonie. Unissons nos forces,
Bouddha grand architecte, Theresa bomboms(?) le torse
Priez, aidez-moi, il chancelle, il boite,
il se consume, il fume, il n'a plus qu'une patte
Je vois qu'il souffre, je vois qu'il hurle
Il a crée le Mal et c'est le Mal qui le brûle
Le Bien pénètre chez la Bête de l'Apocalypse
Comme poussé par une hélice pour que son aura s'éclipse
Raël, Ezéchiel (viennent)
avec la lumière convaincre le Mal Suprême
Le Mal hurle, je l'entends hurler,
des fleurs poussent, El Diablo est carbonisé
Il implose, il explose
et de l'anti-matière jaillissent des ecchymoses
Satan est mort, le Bien reprend vie
À quand la Terre comme nouveau Paradis
On ne sait plus que faire, on ne sait plus quoi faire,
l'Enfer est sur Terre et qui la gère, Lucifer.
Fuck the Earth , if I die, here is my will
Dump ash in the mouths of all our opponents
Kick the cheaters coming to scavenge in the head
I want flowers & kids, so my death served a purpose
Maybe they will understand sacrifice
The difference between values and scams
I know who will cry and why -- you guys are welcome
No social climbers. Only home boys.
Tabloids won't get anything but minimum wagers and illegal immigrants
Badly tailored suits even if they want to dress well
Here lies: the initials MC.
The little guy who wanted others' lives to be poetry
And don't even think that there will be 10,000 virgins
I say that for my family -- I haven't lost it.
They throw some earth on me. They put some flowers.
Alone under his weeping willow. Solaar is crying
Solaar, it's time
Listen -- Solaar is crying
My soul is rising. I see you in a low-angle shot
It's the ones that are already gone that I'm going to meet
Don't worry , no, I'm going to Paradise
Not to parade but to spread the seventh prophecy
I've stood up to masters, to priests, to traitors,
To two-faced brainless bastards still dancing the funky jerk
If that's you -- bow down, keep low, and shut up
Look for an aura. Otherwise -- here, erase yourself
Excuse me for all the bad I've ever done. I didn't mean to
I was more a mercenary than a missionary
I'm sorry, and to be honest, I wish God would whip me
God, You are the law, We must respect You
Archangel, please understand, in the name of the Father
Some think I'm exceptional, but I haven't done the basics
The mic is crying, the piece of paper is crying, the pen is crying
And under the weeping willow, Solaar is crying.
I'm in Heaven. I'm roaming the plains
Looking for freeloaders in the Garden of Eden
I've checked the angels -- no hatred and no enemies
Otherwise I've got a pocketknife and will baptize murder in Paradise
I've played the weak every time someone provoked me
Ordained meditator, I've forgiven without forgiving
But I wasn't a hero -- just a guy made of bones and water
Now I am a lost, floating soul without a pen
Eden exterminator, Angel exterminator
Matador bouncer of the Divine examiner
I make sure that I'm tripping out with the angels out of scorn
And immediately throw myself into the flames and then into the mire
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The Antichrist's barcode
I see pigs and wild boars, fire & blood mixed
I pray because I'm afraid. Satan laughs. Solaar cries.
Nooooo! Why me? It's a mistake. Let me stay. I'm noble-hearted
Stop turning up the heat. I spit on Belzebuth.
I will not lose faith, and anyway I've got a good uppercut.
Why this blame? Why these flames? Why this furnace to char us?
This Satan's ass hovers over our souls. He thrives because of the fire and will perish because of flame-throwers
from Lancelot, double A of the Graal [grail], rabbis, priests, imams -- pray for me, help EM
Why me? Why this karma, zarma [Arabic : "I mean"]
I bore the cross to the hand of Fatma
I'm like a desperado gladiator, sent to hell for a misson commando
Lucifer, don't you see -- God is powerful
If we are united we will send you to Death
Solaar cries & his tears put out the fire, freeing the souls, bring Abraham back to life
The Devil is in agony. Let's unite our forces,
Great architect Buddha , Theresa ___ the chest
Pray, help me -- he staggers, he limps,
He's burning, he's fuming smoke. He has only one paw
I see him suffer. I see him screaming
He created Evil, and now it's Evil that's burning him
The Good infiltrates the Apocalypse Beast
Like driven by a propeller to eclipse its aura
Raël, Ezechiel are coming
with light to convict the Supreme Evil
Evil screams. I hear it screaming.
Flowers bloom, the Devil is carbonized
He implodes, he explodes
and from antimatter come bruises
Satan is dead. Good is born again
How long with Earth as the new Paradise?
We no longer know what to do. We no longer know what to do.
Hell is on Earth and who is running it? Lucifer.
(Mach 6, 2003)
Il était une fois, dans les Terres Immergées
Une île et un clergé en pleine mer Egée
Cette île était parabole de l'Homme
Le climat était chaud et la mer était bonne
Pas d'stress, toutes les richesses étaient distribuées
Pas d'chef, chacune des tâches était attribuée
Mais l'homme moderne est arrivé
Avec une caste, une armée, un clergé
La bataille fut rude et les eaux agitées
Et malgré les efforts l'île a capitulé
Depuis, quand le soleil est sombre
Nombre d'entre nous résistent ou bien succombent
J'ai lutté contre vents et marées
Résisté aux sirènes qui voulaient me noyer
Naufragé isolé seul et face au monde
Malgré tout ces efforts, je ne pourrai pas sauver le monde
Sauvez le monde!
Il était une fois, un monde merveilleux
Une planète bleue façonnée par les cieux
Un monde où l'on vénérait l'astre solaire
Pour ses bienfaits de Katmandou au cercles polaires
Mais beaucoup d'entre nous on été happés par l'ombre
Et l'huile de la roche se verse dans les eaux
L'homme semble être un loup pour l'homme
Et nous sommes comme pris dans un sauna de vapeurs chloroformes
Si j'écris ces mots c'est que je viens des pays secs
Et qu'depuis des siècles il n'y a pas eu de plan ORSEC
J'aurais aimé porter la lampe, la torche et le flambeau
Aimé changer le monde par le poids des mots
Apporter l'étincelle au plus grand nombre
Mais quoi qu'je fasse, je ne pourrai pas sauver le monde.
Sauvez le monde!
Imagine le monde, la modernité
Avec de la volonté on peut tout changer
Je suis à genoux sur le Lac Salé
Le front sur le sol en train de méditer
C'qui est à ma portée, c'est casser des portes
Et apporter de l'aide quand le fardeau est lourd à porter
Le faire sur portée musicale n'est pas assez
Il faudrait tout recommencer:
L'osmose serait de changer les choses
De voir en anamorphose jusqu'à la métamorphose
D'écouter le Choeur des Anges comme les voix d'outre-tombe
Parce que j'entends leur cri du coeur qui nous dit: "Sauvez le Monde!"
Sauvez le monde!
Dis MC, pourquoi on peut pas sauver le monde?
Car la Terre vit dans l'ère de l'éther délétère
Car l'Homme est minéral et son coeur est fait de pierre
Parce qu'Abel, Caïn, Fabrice, Sophie et Lucien
S'allièrent avec l'ange qui exila le bien
Dis MC, pourquoi tu peux pas sauver le monde?
Parce que j'ai vu la nuit, estomper la clarté
Et le monde devint pénombre par fondu enchaînée
Quand il pleut je vois plein d'espoir devenir plat
Comme s'ils avaient pris le pli, fiat luxe elle n'est plus
Pourquoi tu peux pas sauver le monde?
Parce que j'suis pas Superman, et qu'ça va super mal
Et que Barbie et Ken sont devenus super mad
J'aimerais que tu fasses quelque chose
Je te le demande, promets-moi
Si tu le peux, s'il te plaît
Si vous le pouvez: sauvez le monde.
Once upon a time, in the submerged lands
There was an island and a clergy in the open Aegean Sea
This island was a parable of man
The climate was warm and the sea was calm
No stress, all the riches were shared
No boss, each task was shared
But modern man came onto the scene
With castes, armies, clergies
The battle was rough and the waters became agitated
And despite efforts, the island surrendered
Ever since, when the sun is dark
Many of us stand firm or even succumb
I struggled through thick and thin
I resisted sirens who wanted to drown me
I was shipwrecked, isolated, all alone against the world
Despite all these efforts, I will not be able to save the world
Save the world!
Once upon a time there was a wonderful world
A blue planet shaped by the heavens
A world where we worshiped the Sun
For its blessings from Kathmandu to the polar circle
But many of us were caught in the shadows
And with each full moon that number increases
With each full moon more plagues spread
And oil spills into the waters
Man seems to be a wolf to another man
It's as if we were caught in a sauna of chloroform vapors
If I write these words it's because I come from the arid countries
And because there has been no ORSEC plan [French emergency plan for disasters] for centuries
I would have liked to carry the lamp, the flame and the torch
I would have loved to change the world by the weight of my words
And have brought the spark to the masses
But whatever I do, I will not be able to save the world.
Save the world!
Imagine the world, modernity
With willpower we can change everything
I'm on my knees on the Salt Lake
My forehead on the ground, I'm meditating
What's within my grasp is breaking down doors
And bringing help when the burden is heavy
Doing it on musical scale isn't enough
We need to start all over again:
Harmony would be in changing things
Altering perception until metamorphosis
Hearing the Choir of Angels like voices from beyond the grave
Because I hear their cry that says, "Save the world!"
Save the world!
Tell me, MC, why can't we save the world?
Because the Earth lives in the era of the damaging ether
Because man is inorganic and his heart is made of stone
Because Abel, Cain, Fabrice, Sophie and Lucien
Aligned themselves with the angel who exiled the good
Tell me MC, why can't you save the world?
Because I saw the night dim the light
And the world dissolved to twilight
When it rains I see hope become flat
As if they've gotten used to it, 'Fiat Lux' (UFO religion) is no more
Why can't you save the world?
Because I'm not Superman, and the situation is super bad
And Barbie and Ken have gone super mad
I would like you to do something
I'm asking you -- promise me
If you can, please
If you can, save the world.
(Mach 6, 2003)
Seul dans ma chambre un jour normal
J'apprends dans les journaux que j'suis dans l'axe du mal
Je lis entre les lignes et j'comprends qu'on veut me killer
J' ferme la serrure pour être un peu plus tranquille
Dehors c'est la guerre et j' crois qu'elle vient vers moi
Malgré les manifs qui vivra la verra
Je mets des sacs de sables dans mon salon
Des salauds veulent me shooter
Comme au foot le stoppeur veut shooter le ballon
A la télé j'entends qu' j' suis l' pire des mecs
Longue vie aux non violents, la propagande est impec
J'flippe: des troupes spéciales des B52
J' regrette ce que j'ai fait, j' crois qu' j'aurais pu faire mieux
Mais l'erreur est humaine, j'avoue j'ai fais des erreurs
Prendre position c'est prendre une pluie de terreur
Au nom du Père du Fils et du Saint Esprit d' l'Imam et du Rabin
Plus jamais ceci
Comme un oiseau sans ailes
Je vole vers le ciel
Mais j' sais qu'la vie est belle
Moi j' suis un missile
J' suis pas coupable
On m' guide par satellite
Pour faire un travail impeccable
Toutes les technologies sont mises à mon service
Dans le but de chasser le mal
Et que j'agisse pour un monde peace
J' suis dans un porte avion et fais c' qu'on me demande
Ce soir je dois frapper un type qui est tout seul dans sa chambre
J' suis un oiseau sans aile suppositoire de fer
500 km à faire et puis pour lui c'est l'enfer
Ca y est j' suis parti j' vole vers son domicile
Et je préserve la paix en commettant des homicides
J' perce les nuages vers l'abscisse et l'ordonnée
Objectif mémorisé j' connais les coordonnées
J' suis de fer, nu de chair, arrive à l'improviste
Vole au dessus des manifs de ces millions de pacifistes
Au nom du Père du Fils et du Saint Esprit d' l'Imam et du Rabin
Plus jamais ceci
Et sur la chaîne info j'apprends qu'un missile arrive
Il s'invite chez moi pourtant c'est pas mon convive
On bombarde ma ville mon quartier mon bâtiment
Ce soir tu vas mourir tel est mon ressentiment
Tranquille je range ma chambre et puis je vois les photos
De moi même, de mon ex, vacances au Colorado
des bivouacs en montagne avec nos sacs à dos
Là-haut donne des discours avec tous ces ados
J'vois mon père et puis ma mère sur des clichés noir et blanc
Moi qui les trouvais durs j' fais la même à mes enfants
Ils dorment tranquillement, ils doivent compter des moutons
Ou bien faisaient des rêves quand il y a eu l'explosion
On a tué ma famille sans même la connaître
Moi, ma femme et mes enfants semblent ajouter aux pertes
Des missiles kill, dans le civil, kill
Des enfants dociles, le monde est hostile
J'ai rien fais, ils n'ont rien fait, ils n'avaient rien fait
Ils parlaient de bienfaits mais je ne vois que des méfaits
... c'est, crever l'abcès
Que s'ils sont absents, c'est grâce à vos excès
J'appelle les synagogues, les mosquées et les temples
L'Eglise les chapelles, militant et militante
Au nom du Père du Fils et du Saint Esprit d' l'Imam et du Rabin
Plus jamais ceci
Alone in my room, a normal day
I read in the papers that I'm in the Axis of Evil
I read between the lines and understand they want me dead
So I lock the door just to be sure
There's a war outside, and I think it's coming towards me
Despite the demonstrations, he who lives will see it
I put sandbags in my living room
Bastards want to shoot me
like in football the defender can shoot the ball.
On TV I hear I'm the worst of the worse
Non-violent, violent, the propaganda is flawless
I fear the special troops, the B52's
Regretting what I've done, I think I could have done better.
But to err is human, I admit I've made mistakes
Holding your positions is like standing a rain of terror
In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit,
Of the Imam and the Rabbi, this, never again.
Like a wingless bird
I fly towards the sky
but I know Life's beautiful
I am a missile,
I'm not guilty,
I am being guided by satellite
to do a perfect job
All the technologies at my disposal
In order to chase evil away
so that a "peace" world can be born
I'm in an aircraft carrier, doing what I'm being told
Tonight I gotta strike a guy alone in his room
I'm a wingless bird, iron suppository
500 kilometers to go and then for him it'll be hell.
Here it is, I'm gone, I'm flying to his home
And I wanna preserve peace by committing homicides
I poke through the clouds towards the abscissa and ordinate
Objective memorized, I know the coordinates
I'm made of iron, he's of flesh. I'm coming unannounced
Fly above the demonstrations of these millions of pacifists
In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit,
of the Imam, and the Rabbi, this, never again.
And on the news I see that a missile is coming
He's inviting himself into my house, but he's not my guest
My city, my block, my building are being bombed
"Tonight you're gonna die" is how I feel.
Calmly, I tidy my room and then I see the photographs
Of myself, my ex, vacations in Colorado
Of bivouacs in the mountains with our backpacks
Of our speeches with all those teens up there.
I see my father, and then my mother on these black and white snapshots
I used to find them harsh, but I do the same to my kids
They sleep quietly. They must be counting sheep
Or maybe were dreaming when there was the explosion.
My family was killed by people who didn't even know them
My wife, kids and myself are added to the casualty count
The missiles kill so many civilians,
kill docile kids. The world is hostile.
I didn't do anything, they didn't do anything, you didn't do anything
You speak of good deeds but I only see bad deeds
This isn't rap, drain the abscess
If they're gone it's because of your excesses
I call out to synagogues, mosques and temples
Churches and chapels, activists
In the name of the Father of the Son and the Holy Spirit of Imam and Rabbi
Never again this.
Memorize the bathwater, memorize the air
There’ll come a time I’ll wanna know I was here
Names on the doorframes, inches and ages
Handprints in concrete at the softest stages
I don’t know why I don’t try harder
I feel like throwin’ towels into water
Get it down to nothin’, everything that matters
Fever flashes, eyelashes and traffic patterns
.Humidity, history, chemistry and panic
Swimsuits in the windows of electric minivans
I don’t know why I don’t try harder
I’ve been goin’ down some, some strange water
Move forward now, there’s nothin’ to do
Can’t turn around, I can’t follow you
Your coat’s in my car, I guess you forgot
It’s crazy the things we let go of
It finally hits me, a mile’s drive
The sky is leaking, the windshield’s crying
I’m feelin’ sacred, my soul is stripped
Radio’s painful, the words are clipped
The grief it gets me, the weird goodbyes
My car is creepin’, I think it’s dyin’
I’m pullin’ over until it heals
I’m on a shoulder of lemon fields
What was I even leavin’ for?
I keep goin’ back and forth
I think now I’m about to see
Didn’t know how sad it’d be
The grief it gets me, the weird goodbyes
My car is creepin’, I think it’s dyin’
I’m pullin’ over until it heals
I’m on a shoulder of lemon fields
Men walking 'long the railroad tracks
Going someplace, there's no going back
Highway patrol choppers coming up over the ridge
Hot soup on a campfire under the bridge
Shelter line stretching 'round the corner
Welcome to the new world order
Families sleeping in the cars in the southwest
No home, no job, no peace, no rest
Well the highway is alive tonight
But nobody's kidding nobody about where it goes
I'm sitting down here in the campfire light
Searching for the ghost of Tom Joad
He pulls a prayer book out of his sleeping bag
Preacher lights up a butt and he takes a drag
Waiting for when the last shall be first and the first shall be last
In a cardboard box 'neath the underpass
You got a one-way ticket to the promised land
You got a hole in your belly and a gun in your hand
Sleeping on a pillow of solid rock
Bathing in the city's aqueduct
Go!
Well the highway is alive tonight
Where it's headed everybody knows
I'm sitting down here in the campfire light
Waiting on the ghost of Tom Joad
Now Tom said, "Mom, wherever there's a cop beating a guy
Wherever a hungry newborn baby cries
Where there's a fight against the blood and hatred in the air
Look for me, Mom, I'll be there
Wherever somebody's fighting for a place to stand
Or a decent job or a helping hand
Wherever somebody's struggling to be free
Look in their eyes, Ma, and you'll see me"
Yeah!
The highway is alive tonight
Where it's headed everybody knows
I'm sitting down here in the campfire light
With the ghost of old Tom Joad
(The Ghost Of Tom Joad, 1995)
Well there's two sides
To my tail lights
And they both don't work right
And there's a motel
On the highway
And a hundred miles out-side
Of Nashville
And I still don't
Know when I can come home
But I promised
I would try so
I might be a coward
Well the first cut
Was the deepest
But it healed up whole
And the next one
Was a soft touch
But it bled out below
We were a team
Till you're toxic
I mean you talk shit, often
But once upon a time
We were in love
Well there's two sides
To a fair fight
And you're the third man out
I was hopeful
With a slow hand
And I got gunned down
Well you asked me
If I could grow up
But I don't know why
For I don't know much
I'm a palm frond
Dying on the front porch
Well the first cut
Was the deepest
But it healed up whole
And the last one
Was a clean hit
But I bled out below
We were a team
'Till you're toxic
I mean you talk shit, often
But once upon a time
We were in love
Know there's two lanes
On a highway
And I passed you by
Thought about calling
But I deleted your number
And we both know why
Truth is when I met you
Well you know you made me cry
And I knew you for a second
You were gone in flashing lights
But since I had one lost one
Oh, at least I said goodbye
What's done is done
It's not enough to describe
When I met you I regret you
If it makes for the longest ride
If I let you stay in my head
Then it's overnight
You like when I sing our songs about us
Well you like when I sing our songs about us in the rain
I exorcise us baby
I'm working out the pain
Well I knew you had a heart
But God I knew just how you were
If I'd have known you I'd have cloned you
Just to see you hurt
Well there's two sides
To a timeline
And they've all got the same arc
When I'm next to you
I can wave to you
Because we're miles apart
Y'know you wrote me
'Bout you changed things
But baby you know me
I don't read a damn thing
Don't ever read a damn thing
Well the first cut
Was the deepest
But it healed up whole
And the last one
Was a clean hit
But I bled out below
We were a team
'Till you're toxic
I mean you talk shit, often
But once upon a time
We were in love
In these flowers I found you the truest red that I'd ever seen
Until you cut yourself on their thorns
You winced and I kissed you
I kissed your palms and we both laughed
So unaware of the gathering storm
It's gonna rain
It's gonna rain
Till the levee breaks
And a tidal wave
Of fear and pain
Carries us away
I'll never fade
Into the night
Until nothing else remains
How do we find
Harbor from the hurricane?
No shelter, no shadows, the quiet song of your breath stirs the dark
Your skin like the rose at my hands
And I can't keep from wondering why nothing good
Could ever stay
My faith feels
Like a fist full of sand
It's gonna rain
It's gonna rain
Till the levee breaks
And a tidal wave
Of fear and pain
Carries us away
I'll never fade
Into the night
Until nothing else remains
How do we find
Harbor from the hurricane?
The sky took its cue, every color and hue on display
Till thick veils of indigo signaled the end of the day
But each landscape that lies in the mirror of your eyes turns to grey
On the edge of a knife, it's like you're living your life on the stage
You're talking through glass, we're just square photographs on a page
Oh, we're never alone but we're each in our own little cage
You're here but it's clear you're just salt and shadow
Here, but half a world away
You're here, but you're merely a hologram
Here, still so far away
You manage to hide even here by my side where we lay
Here on this bed where I sense every thread start to fray
And I feel our skin touch but there's only so much it can say
(Cardboard Castles, 2013)
One tape in the deck
One way to connect (all I need is one)
One moment alone
One reason to roam
One place I call home (all I need is one)
One tick on the clock
One trick up my sleeve
One thing to believe (all I need is one)
One person to love
One verse and one prayer
For one person who cares (all I need is one)
So put one hand in the air
It used to be I’d get afraid and I’d drive
Going forward’s always been the only place I can hide
With no direction I would speed a hundred miles down the coast
Until I lose the ghost that’s chasing me but never arrive
I know the night’s scary, but we’re alive and the pipe’s cherry
And I’ve got a stack of papers like a library
I’m driving seeking a beacon of light freakishly
All I needed was a speaker that might speak to me
But my CD system is so janky a cone dangles
And it dances on its chord like it’s Bo Jangles
You can work it if you hold it at a low angle
But when the bass hits it grows tangled
Come on right speaker! I’ll take everything you give me
But don’t pity me, there’s people living on a single kidney
In my shitty car I’m living large and mashing through my city
Sitting pretty I know
That I’m ready to go
For beautiful babies in Vegas on their last chip
For all my ninth life kittens hittin’ catnip
For heavy drinkers thinking they were never jack shit
You’re thinking that’s it, but hit a backflip
You got a cracked rib or, maybe a bad liver
You got a bad hip or even a bad temper
But if it’s last supper, one legged mad leper
Put on that glass slipper, you ain’t no half stepper
This ain’t no last breath, it’s only one collapsed lung
We’re holding up the bank with nothing but a cap gun
Down to your last blank
Down to my last drop
Up in the gas tank
We better have fun
Time isn’t a sacred cow
And I’m willing to take it down to the final minute or second, milking my last one
Going up for a take and I’m itching for action
All I need is one
I should remind myself that
All I need is one
(Die Zähmung der Hydra, 2012)
So, sind wir alle da? Schön.
Dann fassen wir uns jetzt alle mal gegenseitig an unsere eigenen Nasen. Auf drei geht's los:
Drei.
Guten Morgen Menschheit er nennt sich den Käptn,
Er ist gekommen um euch Rätsel zu rappen,
Rätsel eins: Wer bist du? Hast du es schon erkannt?
Wer die Lösung kennt hebt jetzt seine Hand.
Hier, hier, ich, ich!
Falsch mein Freund!
Oohhhh!
Scheinbar hast du das beste Fach versäumt.
Nämlich: Selbstkunde oder Ichologie!
Fach deiner eigenen Privatakademie.
Also nachholen, ausziehn, Rücken gerade, Kopf auf.
Hol deinen Block raus ich diktier dir den Brockhaus.
Bist du bereit dann geht es los, zieh deinen Rock aus,
denn wenn du dir den Arsch aufreißt, zieh ich dir da den Stock raus.
Denn es ist 1-2, ding-dong, superduper Fragenfred,
er fragt dich Laserfragen hatn Anzug wo'n F draufsteht,
und einen kleinen Rucksack voll mit Fragen Fragen Fragen
Fragen Fragen Fragen Fragen Fragen Fragen Fragen Fragen,
und die fragt er dich so lange bis dir die Blase platzt,
sein Name lautet Existenz - wahrscheinlich hat er Spaß,
denn ohne Spaß macht ja selbst das Fragen keinen Spaß
quasi Spaß muss es ihm machen denn sonst macht es ja keinen Spaß!
Also dieses Lied macht doch überhaupt gar keinen Sinn!
Ohne Spaß keinen Spaß? wo ist denn da die Logik drin!?
Also wenn du schon mit Fragen kommst und eine Antwort magst,
dann bleibe doch bitte gefälligst seriös während du fragst!
Also weg vom Spaß und zurück auf'n Punkt.
Wer bin ich, was bist du, gibt es Herr, gibt es Hund,
ist die Suche für den Grund für das Hirn ungesund?
Oder warum tun so viele hier so selbstverständlich kund:
Es gibt keine Rätsel geh zurück zu deinen Job,
man ist das was man tut also tu nich so als ob,
es da noch was über uns rauszufinden gäbe.
Wie vermessen und wie kindisch geh raus man und lebe!
Die einzige Verwirklichung des Menschen heißt Karriere!
Und so ziehn wir uns aus des Rätsels Affäre,
lassen uns nicht darauf ein unser eigener Chef zu sein,
wir lassen uns dominieren von fremdbestimmten Spielerei'n
wie Studium, Job, Kinder, Haus, Kinofilm und Fernsehquiz...
...was muss das muss, denn es is wie es is!
Na dann
lauft rum, kauft ein, guckt fern, trinkt Wein,
zieht die Decke übern Kopf und fangt leise an zu schrein,
- der Käptn wünscht einen angenehmen Trip,
bei seinem nächsten Picknick nimmt er euch als Geisel mit.
Und dann macht er euch fit und entleert euch das Glas,
und dann pumpt er das voll mit Quellwasserspaß,
ja so rein und so klar und so fresh und so fein,
die crème de la crème von Frequenz schenkt er ein:
Was!? Oh wie krass! Oh mein gott, was ist das!?
Ein komischer Freak erzählt mir was von Spaß!
Also gründlich untersucht: hat sein Ärmel ein Ass
oder ist etwa das metaphorische Fass
welches du hier aufmachst, wie ne Feier ohne Gast,
so sinnlos und flach wie'n Haus ohne Dach
- erzähl mir nix von Existenz - erzähl mir nix von Spaß!
Und nicht das du damit mein Glas wieder voll machst!
Verleih dir hier nicht eigenmächtig einfach so die Vollmacht,
so ungeniert und unverblümt den Leuten zu erzählen:
Ball flach - Herz auf, ich will euch mit Liebe quälen.
Huuuhh!
Er bringt uns Liebe, schnell erschießt ihn!
Jetzt tanzen wir uns gemeinsam ma die Sorgen ausm Kragen
und dann renn' wir auf die Straße und wir schreien unsere Fragen
volle Pulle in den Garten und ertragen
dass die Nachbarn kein Humor für Fragen haben
und verzagen nie und nimmer auch wenn wir Narben davon tragen
werde ich mich nie beklagen steht mir der Scheiß auch bis zum Kragen
würd ich immer noch ein jeden von euch Freaks auf meinen beiden unbekleideten, bescheidenen und viel zu kleinen, kunterbunten Kinderschultern tragen!
Und werd euch bis ich draufgeh mit tausenden und abertausenden Armeen von ungelösten Existenzfragen plagen
Ding ding ding runde 2 möge die bessere Frage gewinnen...
Zum Beispiel:
wieso überhaupt? Und warum? Und weshalb?
Weswegen denn all das, bin ich warm bist du kalt
bin ich doof seid ihr klug is mir schlecht, geht's mir gut,
wissen wir viel zu viel oder wissen wir nicht genug?
Ich weiß nur eins, und ich weiß dass du das auch weißt:
Bildung ist Erinnerung die meistens um sich selbst kreist!
Intelligenz hat nichts mit Gedächtnis zu tun,
hieß das 1930 nun Henne oder Huhn?
Oder Kaiser oder König oder Bauer oder Magd,
oder Land, Republik, Monarchie oder Staat?
Ich will wirklich nichts gegen Faktenwissen sagen,
doch wir müssen uns erweitern und in andere Bereiche wagen.
Denn 90 Prozent der schulischen Beschäftigung
ist Auswendig lernen ohne innere Bekräftigung
der Dinge die wir brauchen wie Mut, Intuition,
Angstbewältigung und Komunnikation,
Atemtechniken und Muskelrelaxion,
warum gibt's dass nicht als Fach, diese Dinge würden sich lohn'!
Achtung Achtung, Klasse! Nachdem wir uns jetzt alle gegenseitig an unsere eigenen Nasen gefasst haben, atmen wir einmal tief durch die Selbige ein und schreien drei mal laut: Hurra - ich bin ein fröhlicher Homo Sapiens ...
Und wenn du jetzt anfängst mir zu erzähln
bei diesem Kram würde dir der Realismus fehlen,
dann kann ich leider nicht anders reagieren als mit lachen
denn Realität ist nicht fest, Realität wird erschaffen!
Von dir und von mir und von uns und von allen,
werfen wir den Besserwisser weg und tun uns den Gefallen
einmal in diesem unserem Leben auszuprobieren,
loszulassen und die Scheiße positiv zu affirmieren.
Und geben wir nicht immer nur den anderen die Schuld
hörn auf uns selbst zu verfluchen und üben uns in Geduld,
überkommen wir all die Scheiße mit Versagen und mit Schuld,
fühlt doch mal: wir sind mit Werten überfüllt!
Entleeren wir unseren Kopf und fangen noch mal bei Null an,
werfen unser altes Leben von unseren Schultern,
nehm' wir an was wir sind und erfinden wir uns neu,
vereinen wir uns mit allem, trennen den Weizen von der Spreu.
Werden jedermanns Schüler, unser eigener Meister,
enspann' uns einmal völlig und erwecken unsere Geister ...
Und wenn die einmal wach sind willkommen im Klub,
haben wir die mal erweckt kriegen wir nie mehr genug,
ja dann machen wir uns locker denn wir wissen wir ham Zeit
denn zusammen mit den Dudes ist der Weg nicht mehr weit.
Und dann fragen wir uns Fragen gegenseitig bis wir kotzen,
Und neugeboren aus Babyaugen glotzen.
Wir machen das bis es eine Wirkung zeigt,
bis unsere Krampf sich löst und unser kranker Körper heilt,
und unser Geist vom Leid befreit sich ungeniert im Raum verteilt
und frisch gebrühten Kaffee und'n kostenlosen Keks verteilt.
Oh danke! - Zucker, Milch? - Äh beides! - Kein Problem
Und dann streicheln wir uns gegenseitig zärtlich das Hirn und:
Bieten unseren Teufeln endlich freundlich die Stirn und:
Und wir lassen sie sich lösen in nem Ball aus Licht,
wir erschaffen dass zusammen also fürchte dich nicht.
Und: Finger in die Wunde! Schwanz aufn Tisch!
Herz auf die Zunge, die Karten sind gemischt.
Wir könn' noch hundert Jahre ein auf Stolz und Ehre machen:
Du hast angefangen, nein du, lass uns n Krieg entfachen.
So komm wir doch nicht weiter das weiß doch jedes Kind
Es wird zeit für Harmonie mein Freund sonst sterben wir noch blind!
Also Feiert den Scheiß - so komisch es klingt -
und tanz einfach ab zu jedem Song der swingt,
und gib Applaus für jedes Ding das lebt,
Das augenscheinlich unbelebt und unbewegt in Ecken steht,
denn alles was man sieht ist durchdrungen von Leben,
es ist dasselbe Leben durch das Planeten schweben,
es ist das selbe Leben in den Onkels wie den Tanten,
Es ist das selbe Leben innem Strassenhydranten,
es schwingt das selbe Leben im Wasser wie im Brot
und es lebt das selbe Leben in der Freude wie der Not,
das selbe Leben tobt in Weiß und in Rot
und in Eis und in Kot und in Pflicht und Verbot
und es ist das selbe Leben im Leben wie im Tot.
In der Null wie der Eins wie im Schatten und im Licht,
im übrigen die Lösung des Rätsels lautet ...
Ehehehm. Okay. Are we all there? Great.
Then let's now grab each other by the nose [scrutinize our
mistakes]. Starting on three.
Three.
"Good morning, mankind -- he calls himself the captain!
He has come to rap riddles for you.
Riddle one: Who are you, have you already figured it out?
If you know the solution, please raise your hand now."
"Here, here, me, me!"
"Wrong, my friend!"
"Awwh!"
"It seems like you have missed out on the best subject.
-- self study or -iology!
Study of your own private academy.
So catch up, strip, back straight, head up,
Take out your notebook, I'm going to dictate you the Encyclopedia Britannica.
Are you ready, then let's start, take off your skirt,
because if you work your ass off, I'll pull the stick out of it.
'Cause it's 1, 2, ding-dong super-duper-question Fred.
He asks you laser questions and wears a suit with an "F" on it,
and a small backpack filled with questions, questions, questions questions
questions questions questions questions questions questions questions
and he'll ask you them until your bladder bursts *burst*
His name means existence. He's probably having fun,
because without fun even asking questions is no fun,
Effectively it has to be fun, else it won't be fun."
"Now this song doesn't make any sense at all.
No fun without fun? Where is the logic in that?
Now if you come along with questions and would like to have an answer,
then please stay serious while asking!"
"So, stop messing around, and let's get back to the point.
Who am I? What are you? Is there a master? Is there a dog?
Is the search for the reason unhealthy for the brain?
Or why do so many here proclaim so self-evidently:
There are no riddles -- get back to work.
You are what you do, so don't act like there would be
anything more to find out about us.
Impudent and how childish. Go out, man, and live.
The only thing that makes man is career.
And so we stop with the riddles
and don't mess with being our own boss.
We let ourselves get dominated by games others come up with
like studies, job, children, house, movie and TV quizzes.
What must that must 'cause it is as it is!
Well then,
run around, go shopping, watch TV, drink wine,
pull the blanket over your head and silently start screaming.
The captain wishes you a pleasant trip
At his next picnic, he'll take you hostage,
and then he'll whip you into shape, and he'll empty your glass
and then he'll pump it full of spring water fun,
so pure, so clear, so fresh, so fine,
he'll pour in the creme de la creme of fun."
Wablablahilablawuahu
"What? Oh, how crazy! Oh my God. What is that?
Some strange freak telling me something about fun?
Let's scrutinize him -- does his sleeve have an ace
or is the metaphorical can of worms
which you are opening here like a party no guests?
As senseless and flat (shallow) as a house with no roof?
Don't tell me about existence, don't tell me about fun!
And don't you fill up my glass again with this
Don't just give yourself all the power,
telling people so shamelessly and bluntly..."
"Ball low, heart open - - I wanna torture you with love."
Hey!
"He is bringing us love -- quick, shoot him!"
"Now let's dance together our worries away
and then let's run out into the streets and scream out our questions
at full speed into the garden and put up with the neighbors who have no sense of humor
and never ever despair, even if we get scars
we'd never complain, even if we are up to our necks in that shit
we'd still carry every single one of you freaks
on my two bare humble, much too small, colorful kid shoulders
and I'll still plague you until I fall apart
with thousands upon thousands of armies of unsolved existential questions.
*ding ding ding ding* Round 2 - May the better question win.
For example,
why bother at all? For why? And wherefore?
How the hell. Am I warm? Are you cold?
Am I stupid? Are you smart? Am I feeling bad? Am I fine?
Do we know much too much or do we not know enough?
I just know one thing, and I know that you know it as well,
education is memory that most of the time circles around itself,
intelligence hasn't anything to do with memorization.
Was that called hen or chicken now in 1930?
Or emperor or king? Peasant or maid?
Or land, republic, monarchy or state?
I really don't want to say anything against factual knowledge
but we have to broaden ourselves and venture into new territories
'cause 90% of school
is learning by rote with no character building
of those things we need, like courage, intuition,
coping with fear, and communication,
breathing techniques and muscle relaxation.
Why don't we learn that? They are what happens.
Attention, class! After we have grabbed each others' noses,
let's take a deep breath through it and scream three times:
Hurray, I'm a happy homo sapiens!
"Hurray, I'm a happy homo sap..." *smack*
And if you now start telling me
this stuff seems to lack realism,
then I can't but laugh
because reality is not fixed, reality is made,
by you and by me and by us and by all.
Let's throw away the know-it-all and do ourselves the favor
to try one time in our lives
to let go and to confirm that shit,
and not to always blame only others,
to stop cursing ourselves and to be a bit more patient
to overcome all that shit of failure and blame.
Just feel, we are full of virtues!
Let's empty our heads and start over again,
throw our old life over our shoulders,
accept what we are and reinvent ourselves,
unite with all, separate the wheat from the chaff,
become everyone's disciple, our own master,
completely relax for once and arouse our spirits.
And once they are awake, welcome to the club,
once we have awakened them we won't ever get enough,
yes then we chill because we know we have time
'cause together with the dudes there is not much more to go,
and then we ask each other questions until we throw up
and gawk with our newborn baby eyes
we'll do so until it works,
until our cramps subside and our sick body heals
and our spirit, freed from the body, freely flies around the room
and serves freshly brewed coffee and a free cookie to everyone
Oh, thanks! - Sugar, milk? - Both? - No problem.
And then we gently pet each others' brain
and face our devils with a friendly face and
let them turn themselves into a ball of light,
we'll create that together, so don't be afraid,
Touch on the sore points, tail onto the table,
heart onto your sleeve, the cards are shuffled,
we can continue acting all proud and disgraced in our honor for another 100 years
You started! No you! Let's start a war.
That won't help us progress, every child knows that,
it's time for harmony, my friend, or we risk dying blind,
so celebrate that shit, as strange as it sounds,
and just rock out to any song that has jive
and applaud everything living,
everything seemingly lifeless and unmoving standing around in the corner.
Because all that you see is filled with life,
it's the same life that planets orbit by
it's the same life in uncles and aunts,
it's the same life in a water hydrant on the street,
the same life in water and in bread
and the same life is living in joy as well as in misery,
the same life rages in white and in red
and in ice and in feces and in obligations and limitations,
and it is the same life in life as in death.
In zero as in the one, as in shadow and in light,
by the way, the solution of the riddle is..."
(Elephants...Teeth Sinking into Heart, 2008)
It's a choice to stay
It's a dream yeah and I wanna wake
You have blood on your hands and I'm feeling faint
And honey yeah, you can't decide
I'm a drug you don't wanna give up
Smoke your cigarette and make your love flow
You poured blood in my heart, I can't get enough
I'm drowning and you can't decide
It's not about geography or happenstance
You need to fly and take a chance
You don't need to soar to emptiness
And float on high and forever dance alone
You're scared 'cause I feel like home
I hear your voice and I knew right away
If you were here what your eyes would say
I have blood on my feet as I walk away
Rivers are red, it's starting to rain
I'm not gonna live for you or die for you
Or do anything anymore for you
Because you leave me here on the other side
You leave me here on the other side
I won't live for you or die for you
Or do anything anymore for you
Because you leave me here on the other side
Oh, you leave me here on the other side
I won't live for you or die for you
Do anything, anymore for you
Because you leave me here on the other side
Oh, you leave me here on the other side
I won't live for you or die for you
Do anything anymore for you
Because you leave me here on the other side
You leave me here on the other side
I won't live for you or die for you
Or do anything anymore for you
I'm not gonna shed one more tear for you
Shed one more tear for you
I'm not gonna shed one more tear for you
At least not 'til Sunday afternoon, Sunday afternoon
"La vertigine non è
Paura di cadere
Ma voglia di volare"
- Mi fido di te (Jovanotti)
"He used to go to his favorite bookstores
And rip out his favorite pages
And stuff them into his breast pocket"
- A Man of a Thousand Faces (Regina Spektor)
"When did we become these sinking stones?
When did we build this broken home?
Holding each other like ransom notes
Dropping our hearts to grip our brother's throat"
- This is the Time (Nothing More)
"You're the cut I'm bleeding for"
- F U Till I FU (Call Me Karizma)