The burning marshland beyond Echo Beach:
Noise & screams,
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(original english version)
A streetlight is my dawn.
They give me therapy for my soul
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Reheat my corpse with a mo(u) rning shower.
I always knew oysters could be just some sort of cold fish.
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No means no, so say yes when you mean yes.
I don't want to hear any more no from you that means I do want to
but I may not admit it.
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Eine Straßenlaterne ist meine Dämmerung.
Sie geben mir Therapie für meine Seele,
Halden als Hügel,
Steinbrüche als Schluchten,
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A red and blue tent on a green meadow,
The luring gypsy becons you in fiery eyed.
The deck has been shuffled and cut for you.
Turn the top card if you dare to see
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There was the imminent threat of nuclear holocaust and the daily torture of disco.
I could still draw and design with the best of them.
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My life right now is the grey of a window that just won't load.
Rushing into shapeless things to come
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I was born in Düren, in the extreme west of Germany, in 1966. I have worked as a geo-data-manager until a short time as mayor of a small town allowed my early retirement. But I have alwas been artistically active besides school, travels, studies (geography / ethnology / meteorology / business / aministration) , jobs, profession and family. I started with drawings and watercolours some of wich were shown at the Leopold-Hoesch-Museum in Düren in 1984. After that came films and 1992 to 2018 radio-shows. During that time I was known in the Düren region for more than two thousand hours on air as anchorman and host with the " Erster Dürener Rundfunkverein" (first Düren radio-club) . Besides that I have always been writing a little: Short prose, some scripts for films or audio-plays and poems and lyrics, some of those in English. First to be professionally published has been " Small Minds" , lyrics for a song by T.G.-Project now Dubpartheid that appeared in 2007 on the CD that came with Riddim magazine in Germany England and on Jamaica. Since 2010 I also present and perform my texts on stage. In late 2011 I directed a theater project. In 2013 I was invited to join the international art-project " What Color Is Abuse? " . I contributed texts as a colorful flag to hang on a wall, an audio installation and a live performance.2015-17 I returned to a movie-production this time as sound engineer.2018 finally one of my poems in German was printed in someone else's book.)
Small Minds
(original full length version)
Small minds just need dope and games
They are elected so they are to blame.
Fighting for justice is a loosing game.
You're watching the game your conscience is clear,
You don't need to act, you still do have beer.
Who is pressing the buttons on your remote?
Can't think for yourself but still you may vote.
Small minds just need dope and games
Freedom of speech: You don't know what to say.
Freedom of thought: You don't think anyway.
You have a vote but on you they all prey,
watching and doping your life wastes away.
The people immature is still in its puberty.
Millions out of work are just a minority
Small minds just need dope and games
Ideas secondhand make you march uniform,
freedom exists only inside their norm.
Dead fish are on their way downstream.
Rotting heads stink unable to dream.
Your life has no meaning except as a cogwheel
in the monstrous machinery that runs for their goal.
Small minds just need dope and games
Work for your enemy, your labour‘s for free.
Work just to pay tax, that's not for me.
They claim your wealth and fabricate truth.
Reject all their drugs, there's nothing to loose.
Electronic and chemical but still they are chains,
switch off your TV, use what's left of your brains!
Small minds just need dope and games
Down from the couch and into the street!
If You don't fight you're already dead meat.
New social apartheid along lines of class
You'll never emancipate while you sit on your arse.
"Get up stand up for your right"
How about let's say tonight?
Small minds just need dope and games