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It cures
(Text+Musik: Seibold)
Mai 2004


Well, my new printer fails to run.
Don’t know why. The red light’s on.
I could damn it and crawl, and splatter it all,
but it doesn’t seem helpfull at all.

While I’m waiting for the machine
to roll back the installation routine,
my thoughts go way back, they’re finding a track
to remind me of dreams, hopes and facts.

It was 44 years ago,
that I started to fail and to grow.
From my first cry to do to my last class test I knew,
that there’s something I have to go through.

Now I feel disappointed a bit,
had no astonishing fire to lit.
All the years just run by, and all wishing’s a sigh.
It’s all usual, but it’s all mine.

Once my father had to pass.
It was April, the air smelled of grass.
Was not easy to cry, wasn’t selfish to die.
Now peace and recreation will be thine.

And death came along once again.
Captured two lives before they began.
That made pain out of fear, not lessen with the years.
Now I’m a coward trying to shun future’s tears.

My son once said to me: „Stop it, Dad!
I won’t miss any bad thing I had.
That’s all part of me, sure! Let me feel that I’m yours.“
And I wrapped my arms round him – it cures.

Well, my new printer fails to run.
Don’t know why. The red light’s on.
I could damn it and crawl, and splatter it all,
but it doesn’t seem helpfull at all.


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und bitte: (c) beachten. danke.