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Plague Feat. Veronica - Tell Me

Songtext 1955
Von Lilli A.

As beauty fades,
as the ground begins to shake,
golden fields turn into
desolate moonscapes.

On both sides: eye for an eye.
The most important question
to be asked is: why?

Men who decide, but
never fight in a war,
command others to die 
while they remain secure.

Where have all the flowers gone?
This was in 1955!
Still no answers.
And quiet flows the Don
Annd it carries on, it carries on…

As language fails,
As human decency goes off the rails,
our attempts to help were sadly to no avail,

on both sides: eye for an eye.
The loss of life and landscape is unjustified.

Mighty men make decisions,
but never fight in a war. 
They command others to give their lives
while they remain secure.

Oh, where have all the flowers gone?
This was in 1955!
Still no answers.
And quiet flows the Don
And it carries on, it carries on…

How can it be
that in 2023
there are 22 wars
and so little peace?

Oh, where have all the flowers gone?
This was in 1955!
Still no answers.
And quiet flows the Don
And it carries on, it carries on…

Oh, where have
all the flowers gone?
This was in 1955!
Still no answers.
And quiet flows the Don
And it carries on, it carries oooooon…
And it still carries on


Übersetzung:

Während Schönheit vergeht,
während der Boden zu beben beginnt,
werden goldene Felder
in trostlose Mondlandschaften verwandelt.

Auf beiden Seiten: 
Auge um Auge.
Die wichtigste Frage,
die gestellt werden muss, ist: 
Warum?

Männer die Entscheidungen treffen,
aber nie im Krieg kämpfen,
befehlen anderen zu sterben,
während sie in Sicherheit bleiben.

Wo sind all die Blumen hin?
Das war 1955!
Noch immer keine Antworten.
Und leise fließt die Don
Und alles geht so weiter, geht so weiter

Während Sprache versagt,
während menschlicher Anstand entgleist, 
blieben unsere Hilfsversuche leider ergebnislos.

Auf beiden Seiten: 
Auge um Auge.
Der Verlust von Leben und Landschaft ist nicht zu rechtfertigen.

Mächtige Männer treffen Entscheidungen,
aber kämpfen nie im Krieg.
Sie befehlen anderen, ihr Leben zu geben,
während sie in Sicherheit bleiben.

Oh, Wo sind all die Blumen hin?
Das war 1955!
Noch immer keine Antworten.
Und leise fließt die Don
Und alles geht so weiter, geht so weiter

Wie kann es sein,
dass es im Jahr 2023
22 Kriege gibt
und so wenig Frieden?

Oh, Wo sind all die Blumen hin?
Das war 1955!
Noch immer keine Antworten.
Und leise fließt die Don
Und alles geht so weiter, geht so weiter

Oh, Wo sind all die Blumen hin?
Das war 1955!
Noch immer keine Antworten.
Und leise fließt die Don
Und alles geht so weiter, geht so weiter
Und alles geht so weiter

Lilli A. - 1955

a track by Marco Lucchi reworked by Wilfried Hanrath

giugno 2023

Wilfried Hanrath - ReImagining OneHandPiano no. 2(Marco Lucchi)

Image: pixabay.com (CC0 Creative Commons)

White Raven (Follow the white raven and go through the enchanted door)

Aeolus - Αίολος

FREEDOM. (my fav. word).

Drifting

Flush

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Introduction in English:

Last year, my wife and me bought a cottage on the Baltic Sea. It was to be something like our retirement home for the next thirty years. 
Unfortunately, this vision has so far been thwarted by our increasingly resentful neighbours. Consideration is a foreign word for them. They let their children play loud basketball as long as they want; they grill foul-smelling meat as long as they want and they party as long as they want. 
If you ask them nicely to be quiet, you will be dismissed with slogans like "We don't give a shit", "Move away if you don't like it" or "We'll do what we like".
In my helplessness and speechlessness over this dissocial stubbornness, I came across an old Beatles song called "Not a Second Time". Of course, it was composed by John Lennon in 1963 in a completely different context.
But its lyrics fit just as well with my desperate and so far largely unheard plea for more neighbourly consideration. - In particular, the lines: "You're giving me the same old line/ I'm wondering why/You hurt me then/ you're back again/No, no, no, not a second time“ sum up our current plight with these self-centred neighbours.
And as always with covers, my aim is not to get as close as possible to the original, but to transform it into a Karlit-O-Kay sound design.
The picture cover for the song is by German artist Markus Schuke.

Einleitung auf Deutsch:

Letztes Jahr kauften meine Frau und ich an der Ostsee ein Häuschen. Es sollte so etwas wie unser Alters- und Ruhesitz für die nächsten dreißig Jahre werden. 
Leider wurde diese Vision bisher von unseren zunehmend renitenten Nachbarn durchkreuzt. Rücksichtnahme ist für sie ein Fremdwort. Sie lassen ihre Kinder lautstark Basketball spielen, solange die wollen; sie grillen übelriechendes Fleisch, so lange sie wollen und sie machen Party, so lange sie wollen. 
Bittet man sie freundlich um Ruhe, wird man mit Sprüchen wie "Ist uns doch scheißegal", "Ziehen Sie doch weg, wenn es Ihnen nicht paßt" oder "Wir machen, was uns passt" abgefertigt.
In meiner Ohnmacht und Sprachlosigkeit ob dieser dissozialen Dickfelligkeit stieß ich auf einen alten Song der Beatles namens "Not a Second time". Der ist natürlich damals 1963 von John Lennon in einem ganz anderen Zusammenhang komponiert worden.
Seine Textzeilen passen aber ebenso gut zu meinem verzweifelten und bisher weitgehend unerhört gebliebenen Bitten um mehr nachbarschaftliche Rücksichtnahme. – Insbesondere die Zeilen „You're giving me the same old line/ I'm wondering why/You hurt me then/ you're back again/No, no, no, not a second time“ bringen unsere derzeitige Not mit diesen egozentrischen Nachbarn auf den Punkt, 
Und wie stets bei Covern geht es mir nicht darum, dem Original möglichst nahe zu kommen, sondern dieses in ein Karlit-O-Kay- Sounddesign zu transformieren.
Das Bild-Cover zu dem Song stammt von dem deutschen Künstler Markus Schuke.

Not a Second Time

Not A Second Time (Lennon/Mccartney)

Introduction in English:

On a Saturday, 9 June 1989, I receive a phone call from my mother at around 6 am. She seems to be laughing. But as it soon turns out, tears are bursting out of her. At first she can only say one sentence: "Your father is dead". Then her voice fails. I, who has just been roused from my sleep by the ringing, at first think it's a bad joke. My father, not even 55 years old, dead, who had been so full of energy in the last few months? With whom I had spoken lively on the phone just a week ago?
Then my eldest sister comes to the phone. She speaks like a robot, as if she has frozen all her feelings inside herself.
She confirms the sudden death of my father from a heart attack and urges me to come immediately from Berlin to southern Germany (800 kilometres away).
Much of what happened after that - from the last encounter with my father in the morgue, to the years of vacillating between feelings of liberation and sometimes massively frightening "I'll bring you to me in the realm of the dead" nightmares after his funeral, to finding a deeper inner peace with him in the last few years - I wrote down and sang about in the following song "My Father in Heaven".      
However, the song lyrics are not chronological, but set in 2011, in which I am all alone on a beautiful summer day in the cemetery where my father's grave is located. From this day I start a retrospective and an outlook.     

Lyrics:

My Father in Heaven

What a beautiful day
All alone in the graveyard 
Come to visit you
Without a grudge

It's unbelievably quiet
Hear the dead deep asleep 
In an beyond harbour
Be with you soon

I hated you sometimes 
Had you so gladly touched,
You're gone too soon 
Left me alone with the dirt 
Of this life.

Wanted to tell you so much more 
You can't sneak away like that
A moment ago you were still there  
I felt quite close to you,

Now only 
A cold hand in the morgue
Nothing more moves

My father in heaven, 
I miss you very much, 
With wistfulness my heart sometimes
Becomes so heavy

When you were suddenly dead
Many things seemed easier, 
I moved forward in life, 
I looked free

but when I slept at night,
you'd come into my dreams, 
trying to pull me over, 
to the land beyond.

You didn’t let me go for so long 
Lying like a black mourning box
On my chest and belly, 
Felt like I was in a tube 
Trapped by you.

Often couldn’t defend myself
Felt completely without power 
When in the deep of the night
you came to my room, 

without a body, 
pure soul contact,
worlds still unknown to me.

Father in heaven,
do you hear me now,
I speak to you in peace, 
I am no longer hurt.

Your grave is newly decorated,
I've picked a bouquet for you, 
I sit down with you, 
I surrender tot he silence
peaceful silence. 

I am here now, you there
even if the wall separates us,
we see each other invisibly, 
You always stay close to me, 

I'll go on now, 
Stay here, 
I'll be back soon

Father in heaven
I think of you often 
You are indispensable, 
Come with me....

My Father in Heaven

My Father In Heaven

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