Archive for July, 2013
German Folk Song
Die Gedanken sind frei, wer kann sie erraten,
sie fliegen vorbei wie nächtliche Schatten.
Kein Mensch kann sie wissen, kein Jäger erschießen
mit Pulver und Blei: Die Gedanken sind frei!
Thoughts are free, who can guess them?
They fly by like nocturnal shadows.
No man can know them, no hunter can shoot them
with powder and lead: Thoughts are free!
Adapt, one must Adapt,
in our minds there are secret rooms
how often do we visit them?
in our language there are secret words
how often do we speak them?
in our lives there are secret joys
how often do we partake of them?
Ms. Death and the Cobbler
(he is fashioning a shoe)
‘what is the point, you will die, all will be destroyed?’
‘ah, Ms. Death, I am sorry, you are as absurd as our kings and queens’
‘how you mean?’
‘the most potent life is reserved for the little people and don’t you see? each of us have our ways to live, we endure. it’s the long game. we have hands and minds and we build. kings and queens, what do they have? a distorted mirror, an uncomfortable throne? oh, how do they bore me.’
‘they are scared of their own shadows, I must admit’
‘I would be too if I were as empty and hollow’
Ms. Death takes leave, she smiles to herself
‘carry on good cobbler, we shall meet again’
Useless Record used here : Ted Nugent’s “Weekend Warriors”