Willkommen im Bobbyversum
- gurufreie Zone -


Songs – in Bert Brechts Theater kommentieren und begleiten sie das Leben. In unserem Lebenstheater tun sie das meistens auch, nicht wahr? Manchmal erinnern sie uns aber auch an alte Träume und verlegte Ideale, manchmal geben sie uns Kraft, manchmal  wecken und inspirieren sie mich. Dich ja vielleicht auch ...

Heute habe ich zufällig ein Lied wiederentdeckt, das mich schon vor vielen Jahren stark berührt hat. Ich finde, es ist ein Klassiker. Die Aufnahmequalität ist zwar nicht besonders, dafür aber der Gehalt: "Sind so kleine Hände" von Bettine Wegner.

Das ist natürlich bei weitem nicht das einzige gute Lied dieser wunderbaren Liedermacherin. Hör Dir auch ein paar andere an (und kauf Dir vielleicht ne CD von ihr, aus Solidarität), z.B. "Traurig bin ich sowieso", das "Schlaflied", "Wenn alle Menschen" u.v.a.m.

***********************************

Freiheit ist ein Lied von Georg Danzer, einem 2007 verstorbenen Liedermacher, das man einfach anhören muss, um verstehen, weshalb ich es auch als eine "Perle der Woche" auf meiner Eingangsseite hatte: Leicht und schwer zugleich, eingängig und weise.

***********************************

Küssen und lieben - wie schön - oder war das einmal? Oder hat's sogar der Onkel Doktor verboten? Dann hör Dir das mal an.

***********************************

Kennst jemanden, der an 2012 glaubt oder an sonstige Weltuntergänge, der sollte zum Ausgleich mal anhören, was die Lustigen Jungs 1954 dazu meinten (auch die Bilder dazu sind köstlich).

***********************************

Dieser Song von Clueso (den ich meiner lieben Freundin Susanne verdanke) spricht mir so ganz aus dem Herzen und beschreibt die Utopie zwischen Frau und Mann: Ich bin fürs Rollen (was mit "rock&roll" ja ne ganz andere Zusatzbedeutung gewänne)

***********************************

Thomas D von den Fantastischen Vier gehört zu den Pop-Sängern mit spiritueller Ader. Besonders hörens- und sehenswert ist sein "Gebet für den Planet"

***********************************

Tina Dico hat mir kürzlich mein Sohn empfohlen. Ich höret erst den Song und hab ihn dann als Video wiedergefunden. Eine erstaunliche dänische Songwriterin gilt es zu entdecken mit dem Song "Count to Ten":

There are faces, there are smiles, so many teeth, too many arms and legs
And eyes and flashing buttons all around me
I'm a-watching, I'm a-breathing, I'm a-pushing, I'm a wishing
That these walls would not be talking quite so loudly
I have lost it once before I've pulled myself up from the floor
And I am looking for a reason to stay standing
But sometimes it's just too much or not enough or something else
It's so much bigger than my head, it's too demanding

Sometimes the fastest way to get there is to go slow
And sometimes if you wanna hold on you got to let go

I'm gonna close my eyes
And count to ten
I'm gonna close my eyes
And when I open them again
Everything will make sense to me then

have met so many people, we've exchanged so many words
We've said it all and we've said nothing but it's changed us
I have know a lot of men, some were lovers, some were friends
But all together were they merely passing strangers?
They'll control you with their silence, they'll control you with their words
And you'll control them with your body's coded signals

In the wild, entangled gardens of our insecurities
We lose our heads into eachother's hidden pitfalls

Sometimes the fastest way to get there is to go slow
And sometimes if you wanna hold on you got to let go

 

I'm gonna close my eyes
And count to ten
I'm gonna close my eyes
And when I open them again
Everything will make sense to me then

1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-ten...

***********************************

- Joanna NewsomesHarfenkunst und ihr scheinbar kindlich naiver Gesang wirkt wie das Spiel eines Kindes mit Edelsteinen. Und die deckt sie - beinahe beiläufig - wirklich auf, zum Beispiel in diesem Satz: "if I should die before I wake, will you keep an eye on Baby Birch". Hier ihr Lied (öffnet in eigenem Fenster, so dass Du den Text mitlesen kannst)

Baby Birch

This is the song for Baby Birch.
I will never know you.
And at the back of what we've done,
there is that knowledge of you.

 

I wish we could take every path.
I could spend a hundred years
adoring you.
Yes, I wish we could take every path,
because I hated to close
the door on you.

 

Do you remember staring,
up at the stars,
so far away in their bulletproof cars?
We heard the rushing, slow intake
of the dark, dark water,
and the engine breaks,
and I said,

 

How about them engine breaks?
And, if I should die before I wake,
will you keep an eye on Baby Birch?
Because I'd hate to see her
make the same mistakes.

 

When it was dark,
I called and you came.
When it was dark, I saw shapes.
When I see stars, I feel, in your hand,
and I see stars,
and I reel, again.

 

Well mercy me. I'll be goddamned.
It's been a long, long time
since I last saw you.
And I have never known the plan.
It's been a long, long time.
How are you?
Your eyes are green. Your hair is gold.
Your hair is black. Your eyes are blue.
I closed the ranks, and I doubled back--
but, you know, I hated to close
the door on you.

 

We take a walk along the dirty lake.
Hear the goose,
cussing at me over her eggs.
You poor little cousin.
I don't want your dregs
(A little baby fussing all over my legs).

 

There is a blacksmith,
and there is a shepherd,
and there is a butcher-boy,
and there is a barber, who's cutting
and cutting away at my only joy.
I saw a rabbit,
as slick as a knife,
and as pale as a candlestick,
and I had thought it'd be harder to do,
but I caught her, and skinned her quick:
held her there,
kicking and mewling,
upended, unspooling, unsung and blue;
told her "wherever you go,
little runaway bunny,
I will find you."
And then she ran,
as they're liable to do.

 

Be at peace, baby, and begone.

***********************************

- Ein stilles und doch bewegtes Lied von Alela Diane, mit einem Text, der konventionellen Sinn auflöst und neu zusammensetzt(Song öffnet in eigenem Fenster, so dass Du den Text mitlesen kannst)

Pieces of String

by Alela Diane

I'll have you know
I'll have you know

That if I had one
I'd play this on piano
And if I had one of those
I'd sit it on my knee and count to 1, 2, 3

And if I had one of those other things
You know I'd put it in my mouth

And if I had some of those other things
Oh, I'd put them into jars on the shelf

But I'll have you know
Oh, oh I'll have you know

That if I had 10 or 20
I'd have a choir of little children sing along
I'd have a choir of little children sing along

And I'll have you know
I'll have you know

That if she had one
She'd put in in a paper bag
If she had one
She'd put it in a paper bag, oh

This long gone Grandma, would put it in a paper bag
Labeled pieces of string too small to use
Pieces of string too small to use

But her Autumn leaves are now the dirt
And those Summer winds did blow her hair
But now she's pieces of string to small to use
***********************************

- "Was keiner wagt" stammt eigentlich von Konstantin Wecker. In Reinhard Meys Version find ich's noch eindrucksvoller, weil schlichter. Konstantin singt am Schluss bereichernd mit.

***********************************

- sprout and the bean - Formwerdung und eine geheimnisvolle Sängerin

***********************************

- Sag mir wo die Blumen sind – klar kennst Du das Lied, und doch ist's überraschend in dieser Originalaufnahme

***********************************

- Blue Skies - Männertrauer (Song öffnet in eigenem Fenster, so dass Du den Text mitlesen kannst)

Blue skies over my head
Give me another reason to get out of bed
Blue skies shine on my face
Give me another woman to take her place

Ain't got no money, cupboards are bare
No cigarettes and the kids got nothing to wear
She walked out without a word
Now the only sound left is the morning bird singing

Blue skies over my head
Give me another reason to get out of bed
Blue skies shine on my face
Give me another woman to take her place

Blue skies over my head
Give me another reason to get out of bed
Blue skies shine on my face
Give me another woman to take her place
Give me another woman to take her place

***********************************

Nanas Lied – zeitlos

***********************************

Universal Soldier – ein Klassiker der Antikriegssongs – von meinen Jugendliebling Donovan Leitch (Song öffnet in eigenem Fenster, so dass Du den Text mitlesen kannst)
[Eine hörenswerte Version auf Deutsch gibt es von Bettina Wegner]

He's five foot-two, and he's six feet-four,
He fights with missiles and with spears.
He's all of thirty-one, and he's only seventeen,
Been a soldier for a thousand years.

He'a a Catholic, a Hindu, an Atheist, a Jain,
A Buddhist and a Baptist and a Jew.
And he knows he shouldn't kill,
And he knows he always will,
Kill you for me my friend and me for you.

And he's fighting for Canada,
He's fighting for France,
He's fighting for the USA,
And he's fighting for the Russians,
And he's fighting for Japan,
And he thinks we'll put an end to war this way.

And he's fighting for Democracy,
He's fighting for the Reds,
He says it's for the peace of all.
He's the one who must decide,
Who's to live and who's to die,
And he never sees the writing on the wall.

But without him,
How would Hitler have condemned him at Dachau?
Without him Caesar would have stood alone,
He's the one who gives his body
As a weapon of the war,
And without him all this killing can't go on.

He's the Universal Soldier and he really is to blame,
His orders come from far away no more,
They come from here and there and you and me,
And brothers can't you see,
This is not the way we put the end to war.
***********************************
Und mit diesem Lied hab ich ihn entdeckt. Ich find's bis heute wunderschön:
 

Jennifer Juniper, lives upon the hill
Jennifer Juniper, sitting very still

Is she sleeping? I don't think so
Is she breathing? Yes, very low
Whatcha doing, Jennifer, my love?

Jennifer Juniper, rides a dappled mare
Jennifer Juniper, lilacs in her hair

Is she dreaming? Yes, I think so
Is she pretty? Yes, ever so
Whatcha doing, Jennifer, my love?

I'm thinking of what it would be like if she loved me
How just lately this happy song, it came along
And I like to somehow try and tell you

Jennifer Juniper, hair of golden flax
Jennifer Juniper, longs for what she lacks

Do you like her? Yes, I do, sir
Would you love her? Yes, I would, sir
Whatcha doing, Jennifer, my love?

Jennifer Juniper ...

Jennifer Juniper, vit sur la colline
Jennifer Juniper, assise très tranquille
Dort-elle? Je ne crois pas
Respire-t-elle? Oui, mais tout bas
Qu'est-ce que tu fais, Jenny, mon amour?

Jennifer Juniper ...

***********************************

Und mit diesem Liebeslied hat sich Donovan in die Musikgeschichte geschrieben (das Ausrasten der weiblichen Fans verklang bald):

Catch the Wind

In the chilly hours and minutes of uncertainty I want to be
in the warm hold of your lovin' mind.
To feel you all around me, and to take your hand along the sand,
ah but I might as well try and catch the wind.

Di dee, dee di dee, di di di dee, di di di dee,
di di dee, dee, dee dee dee.

When sundown pales the sky I want to hide a while
behind your smile, and everywhere I'd look, your eyes I'd find.
For me to love you now would be the sweetest thing,
it would make me sing,
ah but I might as well try and catch the wind. + REFRAIN

When rain has hung the leaves with tears I want you near,
to kill my fears, to help me, to leave all my blues behind.
Standin' in your heart is where I want to be and long to be,
ah but I might as well try and catch the wind. + REFRAIN