The Labyrinth

Introduction in English:

A few years ago, there was a young man living in my neighborhood who had just been abandoned by his wife. He would often come over to me and cry to me about his supposedly evil and inconsiderate wife. Increasingly, he got on my nerves with his self-pitying "I'm the victim" whining. 
At some point, during one of our conversations, he came to the conclusion that he had actually wanted the separation himself for a long time, but was simply too comfortable and cowardly to make the cut. Slowly, it seemed to him that he was letting his wife do the "dirty work" so that he could rant about her afterwards and blame her for the relationship's misery. 
Not an isolated case, but among men (....and I don't exclude myself) still too much the rule when it comes to working up the responsibilities for the failure of a relationship.
Thef following song is an attempt to take the self-pity of some men in a occasionally very self-deprecating way on the grain....    

Lyrics in English:

Self-pity (I feel pity for myself) 

I sit in the pub and stare at myself,
I wonder what I was born to do

I'm navel gazing 
I'm lonely without a woman

I feel pity for myself

I have no time for anything else but me.

I look out of the window, the clouds are looking at me,
The sun has decided that it doesn't like me

Lady luck spurns me,
My globe does not turn

I feel so pity for myself, (pity, pity, I feel so pity for myself)

I have no time for anything else but me

The blind date last night was a flop as usual 
(Flop, flop, a terrible flop)
Why is life (why?) so cruel to me, so nasty, so rough, so rude?

I stand in the street, hitchhiking away from here
Looking for happiness far away, it doesn't come to me

No one takes me with them
Already I hear my hit:

I feel so pity for myself, (shit, shit, shit, shit)

I really don't have time for anything else but me.

At the dance class the women (the women) pass me by purposefully,
(Bye, bye, my "dummy" goodbye)
Which hen, they think, laid this rotten egg...in our nest.

Uuh!

I'm going to the monastery, I'm going to become a hermit
I'll pray in front of the altar that God will finally see me,

Meanwhile, my sacrificial candle goes out

I feel so pity for myself, (so poor boy)

I really, really don't have time for anything else but me


Deutscher Originaltext:

Selbst-Mitleid (Ich tu mir leid)

Ich sitze in der Kneipe und stiere vor mich hin
ich frage mich, wozu ich überhaupt geboren bin.

Betreib` Nabelschau
Bin einsam, ohne Frau

Ich tu mir leid

Für was andres außer mir, habe ich keine Zeit

Ich schaue aus dem Fenster, die Wolken schauen mich an
Die Sonne hat beschlossen, dass sie mich nicht leiden kann

Die Glücksfee verschmäht mich
Mein Erdball dreht sich nicht

ich tu mir so leid, (leid, leid, ich tu mir so leid)

Für was andres außer mir hab` ich leider keine Zeit.

Der Blind Date gestern Abend war wie immer ein Flop
(Flop, Flop, ein furchtbarer Flop)
Warum ist das Leben (warum?) zu mir, so grausam, so böse, so grob, so grob?

Ich stehe auf der Straße und trampe fort von hier
Such‘ Glück weit in der Ferne, es kommt ja nicht zu mir

Mich nimmt keiner mit
Schon hör ich meinen Hit:

ich tu mir so leid, (shit, shit, shit, shit)

Für was andres außer mir hab` ich nun wirklich keine Zeit

Beim Tanzkurs gehen die Frauen (die Frauen) gezielt an mir Vorbei (bye, bye, my „Dummy“ goodbye)
Welche Henne, denken sie sich, legte uns dieses faule Ei…ins Nest

Uuh!

Ich gehe jetzt ins Kloster, ich wird zum Eremit
ich bete vorm Altar, dass Gott  mich endlich sieht

Meine Opferkerze geht derweilt aus

ich tu mir so leid (so poor boy)

Für was andres außer mir habe ich nun wirklich, ja nun wirklich keine Zeit

Selbst-Mitleid (Self-Pity)

Selbst - Mitleid (Self - Pity)

Lyrics

MacNeil 
 

No matter where you’re going 

No matter how you feel 

You’ve got no way of knowing 

Sex Magick is the deal 

 
 

And I’m feeling like Regan 

I’m feeling just like Regan MacNeil 

Doesn’t matter what you may do 

The devil in me seems so real 

 
 

And I’m feeling like Regan 

I’m feeling just like Regan MacNeil 

Doesn’t matter what you may do 

This orgiastic ritual will conceal 

 
Uhum... 

That’s how I feel 

 
 

Let’s make this orgy celebration 

In a Jack Parsons lookalike 

Do crucifix masturbation 

Is your head spinning or is it just the hype? 

 
 

The nymphs are wet and high 

Playing finger pie, 

Which is an old school slang of a sexual sty 

So don’t be shy, it’s thick enough to widen the sacred entrance and the unholy exit till you cry 

 

And I am... 

I am... 

I’m feeling 

Humm... 

 

I’m feeling like Regan 

I’m feeling just like Regan MacNeil 

Doesn’t matter what you may do 

The devil in me seems so real 

 

I’m feeling like Regan  

I’m feeling just like Regan MacNeil 

 

Humm... 

That’s how I feel 

That’s how I feel 

That’s how we feel 

 

I’m feeling like Regan  

Just like Reagan MacNeil 

 

Is that for really real? 

Is she really real? 

Regan... MacNeil 

 

Written by Saulo Oliveira S.

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Oh my god it’s kicking right off
Country’s all gone fucking west
Break that back around the mill-house
Pull some scratch and feed your nest
Milly won down at the races
John-Jo crashed his old man’s ride
Headphones on and lights all turned off
Kids get high on suicide.

Welcome to the holy shit show
Punch that ticket eat your meal
Don’t forget to like and subscribe
Zip that hood and grab your steel

Jimmy just ran out of lecky
Becky’s fridge is looking bare
Keaton just done all his tank in
Pulled some sort down at the fair
Can they really hold the fortress
When the lid comes off the blocks
Feel ignition in the suburbs
Sparking like a tinder box

Welcome to the holy shit show
Punch that ticket eat your meal
Don’t forget to like and subscribe
Zip that hood and grab your steel

Bailiffs banging on the window
Bounce over the neighbor's yard
Just enough to get a sandwich
Still four quid left on the card
Armored cars are in the city
Curfew starts at half past eight
Bobby’s just run down to Tesco
Grabbed some tins to celebrate

Welcome to the holy shit show
Punch that ticket eat your meal
Don’t forget to like and subscribe
Zip that hood and grab your steel

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A fair description of mankind based on the last 5 years or so?

I'm Insane

Deutscher Singer-Songwriter über fünfzig Jahre alt. Seit fast vierzig Jahren schreibe und singe ich Lieder. Mein Hauptinstrument ist die akustische Gitarre, aber ich mag auch Perkussionsinstrumente (Cajon, Maracas, Gurio). Ich liebe es, melancholische und poetische Balladen zu komponieren. Aber manchmal schreibe ich auch (schwarze) humorvolle Songs, Jazzstyle und -Rocksongs. Meine Hauptsprache ist Deutsch. Aber in Zukunft will ich mehr Songs auf Englisch und vereinzelt auch Französisch schreiben.
In meinen Kompositionen bin ich inspiriert von Leonard Cohen, John Lennon, Jacques Brel, Van Morrison und Bob Dylan. Auf meinen Platten spiele und singe ich alles alleine. Meine Vision für die Zukunft ist es, Musiker aus verschiedenen Kulturen zu finden, die gerne ihre Tracks mit mir teilen wollen.
Mein persönliches Mantra ist ein Satz, der von Paul Mccartney auf dem Beatles-Album "Abbey Road auf dem Track "In the end" vor fast Fünfzig Jahren geschrieben wurde:

Die Liebe, die Du bekommst ist gleich der Liebe, die Du gibst.

German singer-songwriter over fifty years old. For almost forty years I have been writing and singing songs. My main instrument is the acoustic guitar, but I also like percussion instruments (Cajon, Maracas, Gurio). I love composing melancholic and poetic ballads. But sometimes I also write (black) humorous songs, jazz style and rock songs. My main language is German. But in the future I want to write more songs in English and occasionally also in French.
In my compositions I am inspired by Leonard Cohen, John Lennon, Jacques Brel, Van Morrison and Bob Dylan. On my records I play and sing all by myself. My vision for the future is to find musicians from different cultures who would like to share their tracks with me.
My personal mantra is a sentence written by Paul Mccartney on the Beatles album "Abbey Road on the track "In the end" almost fifty years ago:

The love you take is equal to the love you make.

Selbst - Mitleid (Self - Pity)

Karlit-O-Kay (K-O-K)