Lyrisches

Auf diesen Seiten habe ich in loser Folge einige Texte abgelegt, die in den letzten 20 Jahren entstanden sind. Das ist eine lange Zeitspanne, die verschiedene Phasen und Gemütszustände umfasst.

Es geht um Menschen, die mir begegnet sind, um Orte der Erinnerung, um Liebe, Abschied, Selbsterkenntnis.

Die Texte sind überwiegend in meiner englischen Muttersprache. In letzter Zeit habe ich es vermehrt mit der deutschen Sprache versucht. Sperriger zum dichten zwar, aber zunehmend reizvoll.

It’s strange to see the places I used to frequent long ago
I recognize the faces although many are unknown
they're sitting at the same tables, the juke box tunes haven't changed
treading trodden paths of conversation, making the same cons
following rules of civilization
don't ask me why I’m here
'cause I’ve got no idea

Everywhere I look only signs of stagnation
(nothing seems to change round here)
moving on the spot, a deep frozen situation
(only old news to hear)
I picture myself in the corner,
trying hard to look cool...

It's been quite a long time since I walked through this neighborhood
hedges are immaculate, succulent lawns look good
ageing gardeners toil and sweat, working for paradise on earth
living on a diet of sandwiches and soft drinks brought by loving wives,
who wait for winter to carry their dead minks don't ask me ...

Everywhere I look only signs of stagnation
(nothing seems to change round here)
moving on the spot, a deep frozen situation
(only old news to hear)
you may still eat from the pavements
but don't walk on the grass

And there are the stars of yesterday, people I looked up to
they haven't changed a bit since then as if time had stood still
what seemed way ahead back then is hopelessly out of date
lives spent in slow motion, no changing at all
no ideas and no new notions
don't ask me why I’m here
I feel a stranger here I want to breath but there's no air left here
Everywhere I look only signs of stagnation…
(only old news to hear)