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the trail
08:59
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„the trail“
The trail to the land of the evening
Has always been a path for the hunted
To come here together
To act as one
Gather and act as one
Though we’re blessed to be all
But different from another
Is left and right outdated
Is there only conservative and progressive
Or self interest and Common good
Racism, fascism
still mental disorders
It started to get a social defect now
That does not need a serious stage
Hate is no opinion
Hate is no opinion - it never was
Nations will be discontinued models
Similar to the idea of conventional family-pictures
inferring from this you can only live as a family
But what kind of family would have been chosen
That is completely ironical
It’s just fear
Just fear
But you don´t have to fear
You must not be afraid
Not be frightened
Inside yourself
Nothing for some-whom else
Hate can not be seriously represented
As a speech
As a communicative factor
As a post without correction
Without a statement against
There’s no trail for hatred
The way away from us
Returning us something else
Something making it unique
Is the trail of love
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2. |
old friend
06:53
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„old friend“
Hey man,
I´m your bro - you’re mine - you still know?
So let’s just say - we´re old friends
Man, it´s your birthday today
Let´s not stop contacting
But that’s may be the point
I mean we’re friends like a lot of people are
But I don’t know how to talk about us -
without the whole thing again and again
I were not who I am now
if we wouldn´t have met each other
In 1991 - oh man its been such a good time
wasn’t it?
We both tried to be tough guys
To be honest we’re drinking cola light
As much as we could
Watching NBA and listening to music
Pearl jam, chill peppers and soundgarden
Yeah that was us.
I´d already bought a used little guitar
Out of tune and you did the same
So we had our 1st band together
Called „play boring games“
I showed you some cords
And you proved how to play fast and loudly
We were writhing our own songs
And that was something quite new
Later we both splittet up
May be because we couldn’t find out
how to write a note
And that’s it if you wanna play
with really skilled people from music school
But hey our songs were good
enough to set the houses on fire
At least our own flat
3 month after having moved in.
I didn’t recognized you anymore
And you did the same
But man, what’s had happened so badly
that you didn’t tell me about
The most important thing.
I alone felt that my heart was teared out in those days
And I really changed to someone else
How should we get back the old friends we once were
Without forgetting about her.
Let´s be adults and just drink.
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"the stork and the firefrogs"
It is night and the crickets
are rattling their songs.
The fog announces its coming
from far away with a warm breath.
As the stork waits on his tower
high above the clouds.
He looks down into the black lake
with the lights of the city
And waits for the appearance of its easy prey.
Suddenly everything falls silent
and there are flames in the sky
In brightest colors
the wings of the firefrogs.
They jump up to the stars and burst brightly
thundering into the night.
In the colorful hustle and bustle they enmesh each other
and dance themselves fearlessly up and down.
The stork sits motionless in its nest
and guards its brood.
As the fireworks are reflected in its eyes.
And as if driven by heartbeats,
the light gradually goes out in the dark
Pulsating slower and slower.
And then the stork ascends to his hunt.
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atlas
07:07
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„atlas“
The one
who trended the world from heaven
Following the desperate call of earth
Without fear of exile
Are you standing at the western
Most summit of your outdated world
Your voice denies the hero’s rest
The oracles spoke ambiguously
And with cunning to protect your singing daughters
When they harvested the golden apples
To release you from your burden
For a brief moment
To carry the firmament and separate you from the earth
The one
You’re chosen
From new siblings with equal parts
The same brother
The same sister
To carry the beauty of all
You’re the first king
Of our sinking order
And you should become
The ideal of our memories
The idol of our memories
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5. |
jailhouse party
05:52
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„jailhouse party"
On the menu is fruit salad.
Watermelon, Banana,
grapefruit finely peeled,
grapes, peaches,
Blueberries and strawberries
in a nut and seed mixture
on coconut vegan yoghurt
decorated with agave syrup.
Served in red cups in the home garden.
In the middle of all and blindfolded
I recognized all sorts of long forgotten
delicacies from distant lands
(Like e.g. Italy)
No added sugar, well stirred,
Coconut yoghurt made in Austria
And distributed via a delicatessen cooperative
To each of our rural villages.
We sit in the shade
The children clean their feet
under the jet of the garden hose
And suddenly ask for chocolate
wafers and lemonade.
Their supervisors praise themselves
for the snipping skills
And they shake their heads in disbelief under their straw hats.
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6. |
shelter of the horse
06:26
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"shelter of the horse"
The fastest racehorses
live like princes in castles
And like to surround
themselves with a court.
They shy away as soon as they see a mouse
and become panicky about everything
As if there was a long forgotten
but tragic incident
that so unfoundedly
determined her life.
They eat only the best of the best
and sleep at night in the finest, freshest hay.
They sound heavy as they dream of the worst at night:
The loss of their title to an even faster horse.
At some point, their courage to face life is ignited
by a lack of what is commonplace for everyone else.
They dream of a herd of wild horses by the river.
One smaller than the other.
All as happy as sparrows on the roof.
For none of the wild horses looks back and none asks:
How could one ever live also only ansatzweise differently.
Unless, one is born so.
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here comes the waitress
05:19
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"here comes the waitress"
My father and I sat at table in the finest house in town,
which was located a little bit very far away at a carp pond.
We drank to the welfare of our women,
who were shopping for the upcoming festival.
So we waited quite long,
because it was just shift change
and the host was too busy except for drinks
to ask for something else.
When the door to the kitchen opened like in slow motion
and a wonderfully costumed waitress threw her hair to the side
and stabbed my father with her eyes.
"What do you gentlemen want?
May I recommend something or would you like to see the menu?"
My father became more cheerful as I blushed slightly.
He looked at the waitress slightly silvery with one eye on the neckline
And then asked with a little pause,
what there would be to recommend.
I can't remember much more than her hand running through my hair,
while my father's stomach growled loudly.
Then she disappeared and brought the food so quickly:
fried eggs with fried potatoes.
On my plate a fly was already floating motionless
in the already firm yolk of the egg.
When my father asked her about it,
the waitress blushed laughing
and took my plate back into the kitchen.
When she returned, my father had already plastered half the plate.
There was a hole in my egg, now.
My father later said that he liked everything very much.
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8. |
festival service
09:14
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"festival service"
Attention dear festival visitors
In a few minutes the live set of Black Tarp ends
We ask you to pay attention to the following,
important safety instructions:
Please keep your distance and do not talk to strangers
Please take your wardrobe and trash with you when you leave.
Please leave the merchandising area
as soon as you are no longer interested in buying.
Please dry your sweat and dress warmly. It is very cold outside.
Please do not push at the exit and do not sexually harass in the
crowd.
Please respect the privacy of your neighbors and sexual self-
determination.
Take care of your valuables, especially your cell phones.
If you notice hearing damage or signs of epilepsy, please pay
attention, that the organizer is not or will not be responsible for this.
You have only yourself to blame.
Please observe the smoking ban and the strict prohibition of all other
narcotics
Please offer your support to visitors of the festival who are looking for
help and form carpools.
We wish you a pleasant journey home.
Come back soon.
Good night and see you next time.
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9. |
the dollmaker
11:36
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"the doll maker"
Down in the cellar of the neighboring house
Down there lives the doll maker.
Through his windows shimmers light
All night long
From his apartment door
Sticky smoke.
It hammers and rattles,
saws and planes,
grinds and stains
continuously in his works.
Strung up on a blanket
under the table
Squeak and sniff
Beep and lick,
the little ones fart and burp
cuddled up close together
like matches in a coned box
Such a work takes 6 weeks
From order to delivery.
From time to time a dark barge docks
And a veiled figure
Pick up the deliveries,
to ship them to distant lands.
Never before has a work returned
And it was also hard for me.
But now I am here again and
Get to know him at last,
my father of fire and wood:
The doll maker.
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