Samson

Noch ein Lied von der Drachenplaylist – und einer meiner Lieblingssongs. Ich mag Regina Spektor für ihre Musik, ihre Texte und die Art, wie sie ihre Stimme einsetzt. Und ich habe eine große Schwäche für uralten Geschichten, die die Menschheit schon seit Jahrtausenden begleiten.

Wie unfassbar bewundernswert, wenn man sich wie Singer/Songwriter in Musik und Sprache ausdrücken kann, oder? Die Texte können viel kondensierter ausfallen, weil die Musik eine eigene Bedeutungsebene beisteuert.

Samson

You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first, I loved you first
Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth
I have to go, I have to go
Your hair was long when we first met

Samson went back to bed
Not much hair left on his head
He ate a slice of wonderbread and went right back to bed
And the history books forgot about us and the bible didn’t mention us
And the bible didn’t mention us, not even once

You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first, I loved you first
Beneath the stars came fallin‘ on our heads
But they’re just old light, they’re just old light
Your hair was long when we first met

Samson came to my bed
Told me that my hair was red
Told me I was beautiful and came into my bed
Oh I cut his hair myself one night
A pair of dull scissors in the yellow light
And he told me that I’d done alright
And kissed me ‚til the mornin‘ light, the mornin‘ light
And he kissed me ‚til the mornin‘ light

Samson went back to bed
Not much hair left on his head
He ate a slice of wonderbread and went right back to bed
Oh, we couldn’t bring the columns down
Yeah we couldn’t destroy a single one
And history books forgot about us
And the bible didn’t mention us, not even once

You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first

#big news … und ein wenig musik!

Tadaaahhh! … so wies aussieht, wird mein Buch Küss mich im Sommerregen ab nächster Woche bei Amazon erhältlich sein 🙂 Davor hab ich noch gefühlt eine Million Dinge zu erledigen … Daher bin ich etwas auf Tauchstation. Aber ich bin schon ganz furchtbar hibbelig! Und ihr seid die ersten, die erfahren, wenns soweit ist! ❤

Aber ich lass euch was zum anhören da: Regina Spector mag ich total gern … Ihre Stimme ist wirklich eigen, ihre Musik total wandlungsfähig, und ihre Texte sind eine Art intelligent-gesungener Pop-Literatur, mir unverkennbarer Freude am Experimentieren.

„That Time“

Hey remember the time when I found a human tooth down on Delancey
Hey remember that time we decided to kiss anywhere except the mouth
Hey remember that time when my favorite colors were pink and green
Hey remember that month when I only ate boxes of tangerines
So cheap and juicy, tangerinesHey remember that time when I would only read Shakespeare
Hey remember that other time when I would only read the backs of cereal boxes
Hey remember that time I tried to save a pigeon with a broken wing
A street cat got him by morning and I had to bury pieces of his body in my building’s playground
I thought I was going to be sick, I thought I was going to be sick

Hey remember that time when I would only smoke Parliaments
Hey remember that time when I would only smoke Marlboros
Hey remember that time when I would only smoke Camels
Hey remember that time when I was broke
I didn’t care I just bummed from my friends
Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum…

Hey remember that time when you od’ed
Hey remember that other time when you od’ed for the second time
Well in the waiting room while waiting for news of you I hallucinated I could read your mind
And I was on a lot of shit too but what I saw, man, I tell you it was freaky, freaky

„On The Radio“

This is how it works
It feels a little worse
Than when we drove our hearse
Right through that screaming crowd
While laughing up a storm
Until we were just bone
Until it got so warm
That none of us could sleep
And all the styrofoam
Began to melt away
We tried to find some worms
To aid in the decay
But none of them were home
Inside their catacomb
A million ancient bees
Began to sting our knees
While we were on our knees
Praying that disease
Would leave the ones we love
And never come againOn the radio
We heard November Rain
That solo’s really long
But it’s a pretty song
We listened to it twice
‚Cause the DJ was asleep

This is how it works
You’re young until you’re not
You love until you don’t
You try until you can’t
You laugh until you cry
You cry until you laugh
And everyone must breathe
Until their dying breath

No, this is how it works
You peer inside yourself
You take the things you like
And try to love the things you took
And then you take that love you made
And stick it into some
Someone else’s heart
Pumping someone else’s blood
And walking arm in arm
You hope it don’t get harmed
But even if it does
You’ll just do it all again

And on the radio
You hear November Rain
That solo’s awful long
But it’s a good refrain
You listen to it twice
‚Cause the DJ is asleep
On the radio
(oh oh oh)
On the radio
On the radio – uh oh
On the radio – uh oh
On the radio – uh oh
On the radio