Room of songs
Aus meiner künstlerischen Ecke und ebensolchem Dunstkreis (Auszüge) ...
Schau in all die Stuben mit Kaffee und ihrem Blaaaah. Seh´ sie Zeitung lesend und dabei doch nichts versteh´n.
Was immer du auch tun willst, die werden niemals mehr vergeh´n.
Sie sind die Prämienträger und tragen es mit Stolz, dabei ist ihre Birne doch nur morsches Holz.
Sie schieben ihre Kohle in ihren fetten Sack und betrachtet man es gründlich: sie sind nichts als blödes Pack.
Doch kannst du nicht entrinnen, denn sie verwalten dich. Versteckt gut hinter Türen, führen gleichwohl sie ihren Strich.
Sie lassen sich nicht blicken, hinter Tischen sind sie stark: Jene ekelhaften Tassen mit ihrem Mainstreamquark.
Wer zieht denn hier die Fäden, die es angeblich gar nicht gibt? Ja es sind nur jene, die das Leben vorwärts schiebt.
Man kennt sie gut gekleidet, Körper versteckt in teurem Stoff. Was sie ´mal endlich bräuchten wär´ täglich etwas Zoff.
Ein Gefühl von Ziehen, von Drängen, Hänselei. Man sollt´es einmal wagen, sie wären schnell dabei.
Hingen an anderen Fäden entkleidet ihrer List, man sollt´sie einfach packen und schmeißen auf den Mist.
Wo sie dann könnten leben wie Maden fett im Speck, nur wär´ halt die Perspektive ein etwas anderer Dreck.
(Die zweite Strophe aus meinem Lied: “Die Marionettenarschgesichter”)
Hört her ihr lieben Rinder auf jener großen Weid´: Daß ihr trabt in der Scheiße, tut uns unendlich leid.
Malmt in eurer Alpenpizza bis zum Widerkauen, daß ihr erneut nur kotet, darauf kann man trau´n.
Glotzt mit euren großen Augen, werft Falten rund ums Maul. HInter euren Zäunen lebt sich´s gänzlich faul.
Und weh euch will wer stören mit Antrag, Recht oder List: Der wird schnell ausgleiten auf eurem frischen Mist.
Es hängen tief die Euter, schleifen sich hin und her, die Uhren fern am Abend führ´n sicher heim ins Häusermeer.
Es mampft der Rindermagen, es drückt fest aufs Gedärm, doch hinter festen Mauern stört kein fremder Lärm.
Da mag es Rülpsen, Furzen, Stinken und auch Stürmen, wir sichern hinterm Auftrag ganz froh auf hohen Türmen.
Oh laßt uns muh´n und schlagen mit uns´rem dungvoll Schwanze es geht nicht ums Detail sondern um das Ganze.
Schneewittchen laßt sie kommen zu decken unser´n Tisch: Für welche, die uns nahe, halten wir uns frisch.
Doch geht es aus den Zäunen, kommt es zu einem Bruch, dann werden wir nicht träumen und steh´n zu uns´rem Fluch.
Und euch droh´n wir mit Federn, mit teurem Molybdän. Ihr ander´n mögt euch trollen, wir werden nicht vergeh´n.
(Die vierte Strophe aus meinem Lied: “Die Marionettenarschgesichter”)
Einst war da ein Sesselfurzer, als Korinthenkacker groß: Bis seine Frau ihn jagte wegen stinkend´ Hos´
Da fing er an zu ändern zwanghaft sein einst trautes Heim, soff nur mehr´rum in Kneipen und war so ganz allein,
Kroch weiter auf allen Vieren, zog noch mehr von seiner Schleimspur: wollte er mal poppen, gab´s nur eine Abfuhr.
Denn niemand auf der Straße, auf der ander´n Seit´ vom Stein, wollte jenen haben, ging dem Kacker auf den Leim.
Wenn man sah ihn kommen, sei´s schwankend oder steif: Man zeigt´s ihm unverhohlen, diesem Nebelschweif.
Sie fanden ihn zum Kotzen, zum Erbrechen öd´ , und keiner wollte ihn um sich haben, er war so unendlich blöd´.
O greift doch in die Saiten, laßt jaulen Dur und Moll, damit keiner mehr kann hören, was Sesselfurzi findet toll.
Die Korinthenkacker mit ihrem seicht´ Gemüt, sie wollen sich aufspielen mit ihrem paragraphenhaft´ Gestüt.
O jagen wir die Töne quer durch´s ganze Land und lauschen wir den Zeilen die so vielen wohlbekannt.
Musik den Sesselfurzern, Korinthenkacker ins Trommelfell! Wir treiben sie von hinnen heim in ihr Gestell.
Maden in ihren Eingeweiden beginnen sich zu trollen, weil nicht mal sie mehr wissen, was sie dort drinnen sollen.
(Die sechste Strophe aus meinem Lied: “Die Marionettenarschgesichter”)
Es mieft und schlurft und grundelt beständig stetig voran, er zieht seine Kreise der vorauseilend´ Gehorsam.
O sie verdanken es nur ihrem Leuchter daß man sieht, diese Lichter, wie sie hell blenden die Arschgesichter.
In ihrem Dunstkreis wird die Welt immer enger und kleiner und geistig schlichter, Marionettenarschgesichter.
Sie nehmen sich wichtig und täglich wichtiger, straft sie mit Verachtung - diese Marionettenarschgesichter.
Aus den Höhen kann man ihn hören, jedenfalls spricht er, ich mag sie nicht: diese Marionettenarschgesichter.
Schlicht und schlichter - Marionettenarschgesichter. Schlicht und schlichter - Marionettenarschgesichter.
Hier bin ich Mensch, hier darf ich´s sein und spucke deshalb in Marionettenarschgesichter hinein.
Hier bin ich Mensch, hier darf ich´s sein und speie deshalb in Marionettenarschgesichter hinein.
Hier bin ich Mensch, hier darf ich´s sein und spucke deshalb in Marionettenarschgesichter hinein.
Hier bin ich Mensch, hier darf ich´s sein und speie deshalb in Marionettenarschgesichter hinein.
(Der Refrain aus meinem Lied: “Die Marionettenarschgesichter”)
(To be completely published on my author and writer´s homepage.)
Let´s go on to see what´s been going on ...
The room of songs (All lyrics by Thomas J. Harding)
Jack´s old store
Can´t stand the angels´ whining challenge any more
Shake off the mornings past´s gone to Jack´s old store
Crowd hanging round there lives way back in the past
Yesterday´s music more than dead and they´re the last
Plane crashing car hitting mind striking wishful thinking
So leave behind what´s nothing don´t stick to drinking
No junk no junkyards no more wasting precious time
Getting back to future picking up all that should be mine
Ear sucking bullshit mellow repetition of low and mean
Vain games people play can´t lure me to their scene
Let´s go where the action is where there´s some light
Trying to evade their pressing superficial common delight
Kicking over to the other side of this mountain road
Getting rid of at least some needless boring load
See that man who´s seeing his doctor almost every day
Tall and broad shoulders but in a baby elephant´s way
Keeps on talking pretending he´s doing all just so right
But look in his eyes realize he´s long lost his fight
Just take my hand and I ask you to keep it for some time
Well I´m not good at thinking of forever can see some rain
On the horizon or nearer never know what´s round the bend
In any beginning it´s easy to see some hints of the end
But for the time being we´re passing by Jack´s old store
With a grateful feeling ´cause we don´t need ´em any more
The old steam engine´s last ride
Been just placed into one of those old rotten seats
Graffiti covering the ceiling of the compartment
Reaching for a paperpack I´d read long before
No reason for not going through it a second time
Woman in the corner gazing through my head
May be she´s even looking somewhere else
Can feel the rumbling and steaming and striving
Some feeling of déjà vu and passing forever
All the same and all the differences mourning
Cause they cannot hold fast to eternal circles
Woman in the corner still trenching holes in my head
Steelrails down there providing a feeling of gliding
Monotonous melody luring the book almost from my hands
Rumbling steaming striving still this woman over there
Should get up and look for something in my suitcase
Have forgotten how standing up is really like
Sleepy eyes mirroring in the darkness of the window pane
Being washed clear and clean by that downpouring rain
Still that woman now in night´s reflection getting closer
Guess she can see through my head read my mind
Some kinda thinking of packing forever in a narrow gap
That yearning evoked by the steam engine´s constant drive
Yeah this woman keeps on walking into my head
While that old paperback gets back into my shaking hands
Covering the face thoroughly and bringing that woman close
Been just placed in one of those old rotten seats
Graffiti covering the ceiling of the compartment
Can feel the rumbling and steaming and striving
Some feeling of déjà vu and passing forever
Oh the woman has stopped looking at me
She´s holding a paperback in her shaking hands
Well covering her face not to be seen and disturbed
Steelrails down there providing a feeling of gliding
Monotonous melody luring the book almost from my hands
Rumbling steaming striving still this woman over there
And knowing the days of steam engines fading away
Oh woman oh woman
She´s grown much harder than her years
Hiding behind a constant smile all her fears
Every new craze she´s heading for
Once she´s there it gotta be more
She knows everything better than anyone else
Living in a world even chaining her simple thinking
There´s one thing that counts and that´s just her own
Behind secret curtains she took up heavy drinking
Now she´s turned to the use of warpaint styling her skin
Behind your back she fights hard for doing other people in
She´s been treated by spiders and she´s closest to the mass
Oh woman oh woman you´d better shake your ass
Don´t mean the way it should be done the usual way
Just wanna tell you there ain´t any reason for a second´s stay
Oh woman oh woman you´d better shake your ass
No need to worry million lightyears ´way from being a lass
I really mean it like the words simply say shake your ass
Come on shake your ass, shake your ass, shake your ass
Her teeth are like yellow hair´s dandruff falling down
Misty eyes as usual deaf ears and nothing coming on
Years have flown bitter days melting away no romance
More concerts to come you gotta dance and dance and dance
To forget ´bout yourself and your strange rusty old ways
Oh woman oh woman long gone have your days
She´s grown much harder than her years
Hiding behind a constant smile all her fears
Love you so
When I saw your big blue eyes I just felt the world
All your smiles your tender looks oh my pretty girl
Got the shakes caught the kicks heartbeats thru and thru
Couldn´t sleep couldn´t work didn´t know what to do
Your soft soft skin your touching hand ooh ooh ooh
In my dreams in my days all my thoughts of you
Called your name held your line almost all day long
Sang your song praised this life troubles were all gone
Went to a dance tumbled down the beach just to be with you
Cleaned my teeth washed my feet and used some perfume too
Hooked my guitar and sat right down to write a crazy song
And with my words and in my thoughts you did sing along
It took some days when I woke up and found you were long gone
The holidays were over and big jet engines roared me home
Arrived at my door got in the house and what do I declare
On the sofa smiling soft you were sitting there
You´ve just got home a few days before
To rearrange our homemade scene
To get some of that love going on
To keep and to carry on some of that dream
Jack Bowmie´s strange ways
In younger days Jack got his ways
Tried to live what´d been taught
John´s words about national pride
Until they showed him lots of lies
So he fucked authorities whenever he could
Pissed just off when the country called
Never giving a damn for any alibis
He strangled the mind of service men
Choked the breathing muddle of red tape
Gave notice to all those mainstream cries
Kicked the asses as hard as he might
Assholes in numbers was what he saw
No smiles no tears no fears just social spies
As days went on Jack found a gal
Turned her on to make life gay
He kicked his boss into the right place
Cold sholders to many an old pal
Showing the mirrors what reflection to be
Painted black spots for that´s what he saw
Wasted the fuel on driving all night
Roared his music twenty-four hours at their ears
Looked for fighting to kill the rest of fears
Built up gaps into the rhythm of the usual rhyme
Got stoned washed out kept on killing time
Ran into everything heating up the girl
Pretending he´d been living the real world
Jack Bowmie was known by every good man
They feared him and thus treated him mean
Trying to change him to get viewpoints straight right
Never getting somewhat close to his stream
Some called him humdinger others odd man out
He neither backed up didn´t care about any of them
Until honest white collars seized him down the road
Well he attempted to kill ´em but had lost his gun
The police failed to give him a chance on his run
Sent their bullets right into the core of his head
They shot him and shot him they shot him sure dead
What all those whitewashed ones surely did know
No chance for him no Johnny 99 never even life to go
See a young black old lady kneeling faced down
Sending prayers to the altar from the very first row
Trying to get rid of her hurting stern frown
Wishing he´d never ever not sunken that low
Sobbing in self defence her heart striking wow me
Not feeling the fading image of her late ole Jack Bowmie
Yes man
If you see the yes man and when you feel the urge
Don´t you really fail to kick him right into his ass
For yes man deserve it to be treated like a log
Though he´s not knowing he´s the real underdog
And you gotta tell him every night and day
If you see a yes man he´d be better on his way
Look around all these yes men muddling in the scene
Paddling their way thru into the muddy dirt mainstream
Just look at the yes man don´t waste the least of smile
But always watch the yes men and their rotten style
What should be your duty is to push ´em fast aside
However for the yes man this world is much to wide
He will find his homeland wherever he hangs his hat
Still living with his mind mates not knowing that he´s dead
Pretending he´s the enduring basis of solid social ground
Chasing all those renegates with the growl like a hound
Yes we are the yes men and that´s what we will stay
Always be the yes men from now until forever and a day
Since long ago we´ve found it social life´s vital clue
Always be the yes man say yes and do what others do
See them on the warpath in their advertising warpaint
Hiding ´mongst the masses so never fear to faint
Smell their scenting waters spread about where there´s a place
Oh let´s go and search and find them to spit right in their face
Never be the yes man never do but try to pick them out
And put ´em on the billboard just to make their faces loud
Yes men (fuck them)
Yes men (kick them)
Yes men (hit them)
Yes men (dispise them)
Yes men (No) yes men (Never) yes men (No) yes men (Never)
Oh precious love
Just seen the sunlight in your eyes
Those Cretan borders´ endless space
The island´s soil beneath my feet
Oh how I love to be with you on Crete
Heavenly skies up above
Hidden in the warmhold of your love
Oh precious love
If we could reach the end of sky
Oh won´t you teach me how to fly
Golden pastures all around
Borne by the winds of solid ground
Darkest clouds we´ll push aside
What once so close is opened wide
Oh ain´t it right
Time has changed a little thing
And all I hear is my heart sing
Breezes ´round are nothing but pure
We are on our Cretan ways oh this is sure
Heavenly skies up above
Hidden in the warmhold of your love
Oh precious love
Oh precious love
I´ve roamed here many times before
Made my stops at many a golden shore
But never has it been that great
Since both of us were guided by this fate
Heavenly skies up above
Hidden in the warmhold of your love
Oh precious love
Oh precious love
Just seen the sunlight in your eyes
Those Cretan borders´ endless space
The island´s soil beneath my feet
Oh how I love to be with you on Crete
Heavenly skies up above
Hidden in the warmhold of your love
Oh precious love
Oh precious love
Oh precious love
Oh precious love
(All from my homemade CD "Moon shadow")
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