Sinnieren über Kate Bushs: „Oh England, my Lionheart“

Einer meiner Lieblingssongs unter denen, die ich in den letzten Jahren durch Tipps von Freund*innen entdeckt habe, ist Kate Bushs poetische Hommage an – ja an was? An ihr Heimatland, bin ich versucht zu sagen, hätte „Heimat“ nicht seit vielen Jahrzehnten einen kontaminierten Klang in der deutschen Sprache.

Eine Strophe aus dem Song lautet:

„You read me Shakespear on the rolling Thames

That Old River Poet that never, ever ends

Our Thumping Hearts hold the Ravens in

And keep the tower from tumbling“

Vor langen Jahren hatte ich ein Streitgespräch mit meinem alten Freund Christian, der entgegen meiner linken Sicht Patriotismus gegen Nationalismus abgrenzte und letzteren ablehnte, während er patriotische Haltungen verteidigt hat. Damals fühlte ich mich unwohl, weil ich ihm nicht zustimmen wollte, aber auch nicht ablehnen konnte, was er sagte.

Heute, während ich Kate Bushs poetische Huldigung an England höre, denke ich: Was würde ich darum geben, ein Lied an Deutschland schreiben zu können, in dem ich dem Land, in dem ich lebe, geboren bin und dem ich mich verbunden fühle, so eine Zuneigung ausdrücken könnte.

Ich würde darin zum Beispiel, wie Kate Bush hier ihrem Land für Shakespears Poesie dankt, Deutschland danken würde für Goethe und sein donnerndes „Sie ist gerettet.“, das aus der Kulisse für das Gretchen im Faust erschallt, und für seinen „Geist, der stets verneint, und das mit recht, denn alles, was entsteht, ist wert, dass es zu Grunde geht.“ Es wäre ein Lied, in dem ich singen könnte:

„Und uns geht eines immer vor:

Unsere Skepsis soll genügen

zu schützen das Brandenburger Tor

vor jeglichen  weiteren Fackelzügen“

Aber das Brandenburger Tor ist als Symbol übel behaftet und wird von „Identitären“ besetzt, die einen Haken als Symbol benutzen und ich kann nicht von Herzen ein Lied singen, das mich vielleicht wider Willen in ihren Chor eingemeindet.

Ach, Deutschland, wie traurig ist es, in Deinen Mauern zu leben, und zu wissen, was sie über lange Zeit schützten: Sie schützten zu viel Hass, um sie zu mögen, und zu viel Liebe, um sie zu verabscheuen. Verwirrt über der Frage, ob ich jetzt Patriot bin: Arne Erdmann.

admiration

Chorus:

You’re brave and strong, you know right from wrong

you have a loving heart and you’re awfull smart

 

I like what you think in the evening, I like what you say in the morning

you shine so bright you beam out the sunshine, I hear your voice and I feel fine

 

Chorus

 

When you laugh my worries are gone, I like your wit and I like your tone

I like your wisdom, I like your style, your independence and your smile

 

Chorus

 

I like your curiosity, I like the way you stand and fight

I adore your crazyness, I love your weakness and your might

 

Chorus

 

You forgive me when I’m mean, you accept and understand,

when I’m drunk you let me in, you love me and stay my friend

 

Chorus

 

You’re an image in my mind, that’s why you’re so hard to find

noone real compares to you, you are perfect, but not true

 

Chorus:

You’re in a song, that is not wrong

it’s half the truth and your the proof

 

© lyrics and music: Arne Erdmann 2016

Double Bind

A                                   D                                E

You treat me like a jojo, first you pull and then you push

you reveal a secret, then you hide behind a bush

you got me so confused, I don’t know where I stand

I’m drifting in an ocean while I’m standing on the land

 

Chorus (2x)

double bind, double bind, It’s a crying shame

at the same time freezing ice and burning flame

 

I feel like a puppet that is hanging on your string

making funny movements that don’t lead to anything

would you be so kind and at least write me a plot

so I can act with sense, not like an uncontrolled robot

 

Chorus (2x)

double bind, double bind, It’s a crying shame

it makes freedom and enslavement seem the same

 

since I fell in love with you we’re playing tit for tat

like we did in school except our playground is not flat

it has four dimensions and the rules change all the time

I give up, surrender, I can’t make our poem rhyme

 

Chorus (2x)

double bind, double bind, It’s a crying shame

I have been a part of it before you came

 

© Arne Erdmann 2016

Kangaroo

I was lost in the wilderness, wondering which way to go

I heard the call of one lone voice guiding me on my way

and this is what it said to me:

Don’t ask what your kangaroo can do for you

Ask what you can do for your kangaroo

Your kangaroo is always strong, it helps when you don’t get along

inside its bag it’s safe and warm, no enemy can do you harm

your kangaroo is very strong, it’s always right and never wrong

just follow him and you will see delicious eucalyptus trees

Don’t ask what your kangaroo can do for you

Ask what you can do for your kangaroo

It jumps and hops where you must walk, decides and acts where you would talk

don’t you worry, with its power it let’s peace and freedom flower

Don’t ask what your kangaroo can do for you

Ask what you can do for your kangaroo

And when the day comes and you find there are some others of its kind

be assured its kicks and punches safe your eucalyptus lunches

Don’t ask what your kangaroo can do for you

Ask what you can do for your kangaroo

(lyrics and music: © Arne Erdmann 2016)

One too many goodbyes

 

Lyrics: © Arne Erdmann  2015

Music: Bob Dylan

 

I can see it in your eyes, I can hear it in your voice

I will stay and you will leave, we both have no choice

It seems I am collecting farewells of this kind

I am one too many mornings and a thousand miles behind

 

I will sit a long time watching the space where you have been

reconstructing my mistakes, your beauty and my sin

but then I’ll get exhausted ‚cause truth I will not find

I am one too many mornings and a thousand miles behind

 

Time may tell from a distance that I’m not really bad

just unsteady, too resistant and a little bit too sad

you’ll distinguish my deeds from the pictures in your mind

but you’ll be one too many mornings and a thousand miles behind

 

as my memory is fading and you’re swallowed by the past

remain two things I remember and I know that they will last

how my doubts led into darkness and your smile used to shine

I am one too many mornings and a thousand miles behind

 

 

 

Big world, short life

Big world, short life

 

I was born in kentucky, no stars did shine that night

though I was red and shrinkled, I was my fathers pride

My parents were old-fashioned, they told me all the rules

they told me ‚bout Jesus passion and that smoking was for fools

Chorus:

It’s a big world and it’s hard to get along

I got no map, but I got to carry on

It’s a short life and there is so much to do

I wish I knew when I’m coming home to you

I couldn’t stand the reading, so I cheated on the tests

I felt like I had left schools much wiser than the rest

My dad sent me to collage, I tried to meddle through

I failed to gain some knowledge, but I managed to meet you

Chorus

The first three years were happy, our first boy born in may

your father bought the house that my wages should pay

my boss was a control freak and made me work too hard

the sex became a habit and our love just fell apart

Chorus

The eldest of our sons is already in jail

they all call it bad luck, I say his father’s failed

I lost all my possessions gambling out in town

No college for my children, I had to let them down

Chorus

Now I have two jobs, at least they pay the rent

so that our four dear children don’t have to sleep in tents

I have to stay out long though, our daughter used it well

she had a dozen boys until her belly swelled

Chorus

You left early this morning with the suitcase and the car

and all that you have left me was a swearword and a scar

and I can’t even blame you ‚cause I betrayed you twice

but swearwords in front of children, that wasn’t very nice

Chorus

© lyrics/music by Arne Erdmann 2015

Inner Struggle Blues

Inner Struggle Blues brandnew

D                                                                   C

I stand in the supermarket, wondrin‘ what to buy

D                                                   C      G          D

choosin‘ half an hour between the peas and the pie

Refrain:

D                                                                           C

Every day is a competition, every day is a running race

D                                                      C         G  D

every day is a competition between me and myself

I’m glad that I stopped smokin‘ and traded it for my bike

I couldn’t stand the choosin‘ between camel and lucky strike

You might say at least I quit and decided to get old

but I’m not sure if staying fit or a young death might be bold

Ref.

I may swear to never leave you and mean it from my heart

while wishing deep inside me to make a brandnew start

Sometimes the boy inside me, sometimes the old man wins

but then for sure the woman the battle new begins

I’m thinking about me moving, can’t stand this bloody town

but the country makes me sick and the big city brings me down

Ref.

Now that you heard my story, please tell me what to do

I don’t know which to put on first my left or my right shoe

I think there’s one solution: I should kill myself today

but shall I shoot or hang myself, which is the proper way?

there’s something I must tell you, you’re going straight to hell

‚cause I must choose between two rhymes to finish this song well

Ref:

This song was a competition, this song was a running race

this song was a competition between me and myself.

© Arne Erdmann, Am Grün 42, 35037 Marburg, ArneErdmann@gmx.de