Kategorie: the 80s

It's nine in the evening
And my head is aching
I've tried all those pills
But my knees are still shaking
This illness makes me stand upside down
It's dressing my soul in a glittering gown
But it hurts deep inside
And it makes my sorrows glide
To a sparkling room where the cards show my doom
To a book filled with white sheets
And to where no one me meets

Here I'm sitting in my cell
And smoke is dazzling me
I'm not feeling well
I would have better run free
They are beating my body as well as my brain
I entered quite healthy and I'll leave insane
But Im still unbroken
And the last word isn't spoken
No I won't betray to what the whole world does pray
Hope is the last piece of me
And in that way I am free

You who arrest me
Will never be the winner
Because then when you kill me
It's you who are the sinner
You brought me the wine and you gave me that stuff
That should make me weak but I am still tough
And whatever you do
I hate everything of you
And I won't betray to what the whole world does pray
Hope is the last piece of me
And in that way I am free

I
 Do you remember the tune
 we used to sing years ago
 marching in file some distant road
 where now all the others go
 a game of cards in a wet tent
 in the green hills of Scotland
 and our long philosophical talk
 where all the tankers strand.
 II
 When I call you on the phone some night
 and ask you to come over
 don't hurry but take your time
 'cause you might change your mind
 and I am not that important.
 III
 When you see me on some grave yard
 among the other lonely people
 I am there because of my parents
 who left me with their ghosts waiting for
 their one and only son.
 IV
 Don't read my poems
 by candlelight
 don't take them down
 to the market place
 because now that I have come that far
 I want to be on my own.
 V
 Words tumble
 if you don't lend a hand
 images fly away
 if you don't lock them in
 and I am just the magician's servant
 who still worships a masterpiece
 that he cannot control.
 VI
 I hope these lines
 satisfy your values
 and if they don't go deep enough
 grant me my petty struggle
 my tobacco is not the best you can get
 and still I am trying.
 VII
 Don't read these lines too fast
 you might miss me
 and I don't want to be forsaken
 by someone who is looking for me.