BRIEFEDÄMMERUNG

GYMNASTIC DREAMS

IN DUBIO PRO LOCO - Im Zweifelsfalle für's WC

…AND I’M STILL ALIVE

KEITH RICHARDS – HERZ AUS ROCK

KEITH RICHARDS – HEART OF ROCK

RIESIG !!

DER HERR IST MEIN HIRTE - PSALM 23

THE LORD IS MY SHEPHERD - PSALM 23

WER, VATER , STEIGT DA AUS DEM ZUG?  (1)

"TRAUMFAHRT" - BLICK INS ALL VOR DEM EINSCHLAFEN

BLUES-ODE AN DIE WILDKATZE, DIE NICHT GESEHEN WERDEN WILL

DEIN LEBENS-TRAUM

Vers 1 

Dein Leben - wie in deinem Traum - 
ist gute Zeit, lang und geraum. 
Du denkst gesund, bist Optimist, 
weil deine Welt voll Wunder ist.

Du färbst den Alltag hell und bunt, 
machst selbst aus Grau den schönsten Grund. 
Ein Lächeln reicht - und alles lebt, 
was sich in deinem Kreis bewegt.

Refrain

Dein Lebenstraum, so klar und weit, 
in Liebe und Gelassenheit. 
Du leuchtest auf in sanftem Licht, 
und deinen Weg verlierst du nicht.

Vers 2 

Ein Regenbogen - nicht schwarz-weiß -
durchzieht den ganzen Lebenskreis. 
Die Farben heilen, was mal war, 
sind Narben auch nicht unsichtbar.

Siehst Gegenwart, vergangne Zeiten, 
und auch dich selbst in Zukunft gleiten. 
Teils mit, teils auch ganz ohne Ziel,
vertraust du innerem Gefühl.

Refrain

Dein Lebenstraum, so klar und weit, 
in Liebe und Gelassenheit. 
Du leuchtest auf in sanftem Licht, 
und deinen Weg verlierst du nicht.

Bridge

Und wenn die Welt sich dunkel dreht, 
bist du der Stern, der nie vergeht. 
baust wieder auf dich, schnell und sehr:
„Das war’s noch nicht! Ich will noch mehr!“

Finale

Ein Wort, ein Kuss, ein sanftes Schweigen, 
ein Herz, das sich zu Dir will neigen. 
Dein Lebenstraum: ein buntes Glück! 
Nach vorne schau’n -
und nie zurück!

vcjacoby

DEIN LEBENS-TRAUM

ROCKIG IGNORANT AUF'M BÜCHERTHRON

PSALM 23 - DER HERR IST MEIN HIRTE

DIVINE GUIDANCE - Based on Psalm 23

WRITING A LOVE LETTER

READING A LOVE LETTER

ALL THAT REMAINS IS A STUPID FACE

AUTUMN ADORNMENT

2010:  DER ISLÄNDISCHE EISVULKAN  EYJAFJALLAJÖKULL ( " ɛɪjäˌfjätläˌjœːkʏtl̥ " ) BRACH AUS

FLIEG, SOLANGE DU KANNST TRÄUMEN - Ein autobiographisches Lied

FLY, WHILE YOU STILL CAN DREAM - An autobiographical song

THREE POEMS AGAINST THE WAR – 
BY JOHANNES KÜHN

1. Job
Can’t you go collect weapons from the last war?
That would be a job. And just imagine how it might delight you to extend your work to the barracks, to gather what is new for the scrap heap— and to trumpet to all the men that you know what becomes of fighters in battle!
What—do I seem foolish to you? Say you’ve lost your way— and yet arrived at the right place.
*
2. Torso
The smooth white marble of the statue is missing a hand— the one that held the arrow of death. Who struck it off?
Perhaps when the realm of eternal peace was proclaimed, under sacred names, to end all wars. With one hand, the soldier is a civilian. And naked, he gleams through the park. I look on, content.
Long, long ago. Perhaps we were mistaken about the realm of peace. Indeed.
And the lands where no one dies in war have been sung about by birds— as they still are today. Listen to them in the leaves! They dart through the green and harp out sunlight, loud.
*
3. High-Rise
The high-rise looms victorious, like a hand reaching into the sky. Floor by floor, it climbs.
Standing at the topmost window you’d gaze playfully at the backs of hawks and larks— if they came, even crows— to the city’s edge, to see it, to circle it.
You’d look far down on the other houses that stand around it like lowly servants.
Your face chalk-white before the depth. A fall— no child’s game, no man’s deed, but death.
No fear that it might fall itself! Its roots of stone were rammed deep into the earth by the builders. And the walls— so that inside, children, men, and women might feel safe— were carefully joined with the finest mortar. Steel strand by steel strand runs through its stone-hard skin.
Devil’s toil gnawed the men’s joints— all the men who worked on this house month after month as the structure grew.
I walk beneath it, in awe, and curse the bomb that might strike it. I am afraid of war.
It dawns in a plane flying even higher than the house stands— in a frenzy of rocket-noise across the noonday sky.

Johannes Kühn (1934-2023) - Translation from German: Volker Carl Jacoby

ECHOES OF WAR - Three Poems of JOHANNES KÜHN

FEUERFEE

FIRE FAIRY'S MAGIC SONG

MIDLIFE DREAMING - Träume in der Mitte des Lebens

MIDNIGHT BLUES  ON THE RAILWAY

BLUES ON THE RAILS

ODE AN DIE VENUS

CHRYSANTHEMEN-THEMENTAG

SAINT-EX'S LAST FLIGHT (instrumental)

"LES ÉTOILES NE SONT PAS LOIN. ELLES SONT EN NOUS" - Citation de William Shakespeare

MY FLIGHT 1994 (instrumental)

MAGDA - UNFORGETTABLE

KÄPT'N KAPERKARL'S KAPERNSCHIFF AUF KAPERFAHRT

BUTTERBROTBLUES

Luzie's Garden

SAUFTOUR BLUES

PUB CRAWL ANTHEM

EARS  AT REST

Volker Carl Jacoby - Autor, Poet, Kabarettist, Comedian, Liedermacher, Synchronsprecher - https://www.literaturland-saar.de/personen/volker-carl-jacoby

Author, poet, cabaret artist, songwriter, voice actor, journalist and even pastor: Volker C. Jacoby is active in many fields.

He spent his childhood and youth in St. Ingbert. Saarland, Germany, where he attended the humanistic and classical language branch of the State Secondary School. After university and various jobs, he began working freelance for „Saarländischer Rundfunk“ Radio, initially as a correspondent for the SR 3 regional news program, in parallel with his readings and literary solo cabaret programs. This was followed by roles as a narrator for radio plays, as a voice actor, and for various commercials.

In 1977, Jacoby teamed up with Schorsch Seitz to form the duo "Jacoby & Schorsch." Together, they primarily composed humorous songs in Standard German and the Rhenish-Franconian-Saarland dialect with a cabaret-like, ironic touch. Their dialect songs, in particular, filled a clearly existing gap in the market, especially since "SR 3 Saarlandwelle" featured them permanently on their programming, thus making them known to a wider audience. Subsequently, "Jacoby and Schorsch" produced three vinyl albums and three singles. During their tours, they also performed open-air gigs with rock bands.

Soon well known beyond the borders of Saarland, the duo received engagements in Berlin, Stuttgart (Südfunk), Cologne (Westdeutscher Rundfunk), Frankfurt, Munich, Basel, and Brussels, among others. During a TV recording at the Renitenztheater in Stuttgart, they also met Mathias Richling and Karl Dall. Jacoby collaborated with the latter several times for RTL on the radio show "Die schlaue Stunde." In 1993, the popularity of "Jacoby & Schorsch" peaked – not least through their appearances with Hanns Dieter Hüsch  (A "Hüsch Evening" with music in memory of his friend and cabaret colleague Hanns Dieter Hüsch was added to the repertoire – later in 2010).

He moved to France 1994. Since then, he has been performed readings, including singing. His dialect contributions have provided him with a rewarding outlet in the "Mundartring Saar" (Saarland dialect circle), including as a reciter of poems by deceased fellow authors, to whom he lends his voice.

Constantly prolific in literary terms, his poems are in the tradition of comic poetry in the style of Wilhelm Busch, Christian Morgenstern, Joachim Ringelnatz, Eugen Roth, Heinz Erhardt, and Robert Gernhardt. Volker C. Jacoby also publishes his poetry and prose on LiteratPro, Facebook, and YouTube. Since 2025, he has been setting his poems to music and is constantly writing new songs. And, of course, he continues to write his cheerful, humorous, and often very quirky poems.

VC JACOBY

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