Dead Friends (Around the Corner)

 
 
Everything here is unchanged
it looks like everywhere
This whole area is out of my way
so I rarely come around here







Here are those who went
and those who were made to leave
Here are those for whom I appeared
in the last film in flight in free fall
Most of them are still very hungry
and they don't even have cigarettes
so they just cling to the ideas.








There is a place around the corner
where your dead friends live...

Some drift through places and thoughts
blind passengers in subways and busses
or they simply stand around and wait
Even those who couldn't wait any longer
here they have nothing else to do
Especially at night they are bothered by boredom







There is a place around the corner
where your dead friends live...

It is nothing
It is nothing
I call you by your old names
I do not change my tone of voice
I let them fall like they always fell
now that you are just not visible not touchable
and also unassailable
It's all still the the same
only you are waiting in between
not very far you're rather close
around the corner so to speak
around the corner so to speak
around the corner so to speak
It is nothing
It is nothing
It is nothing
It is

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Note: The photos of the post are from Lublin and Majdanek (PL). Majdanek or KL Lublin was a Nazi German concentration and extermination camp established on the outskirts of the city of Lublin during the German occupation of Poland in World War II. [more]
The day of my visit there a concert of Einstürzende Neubauten was on.

Die Befindlichkeit des Landes

Across the scarfaced terrain
slowly disappearing
only phantom pain remains
Scarcely audible foul laughter seeps out
from the red Info Box
making some turn quietly in their graves

Nothing but future ruins
material for the next layer

Mela, Mela, Mela, Mela, Melancholia
Melancholia, mon cher,
Mela, Mela, Mela, Mela, Melancholia
floats over the new city
and over the land

Over the control centres
over the stubble fields of concrete
over the secret net of bunkers
refusing to be wiped out
Marlene go home!
also over the Marlene-Dietrich-Platz

The new temples are already cracked
future ruins
one day grass will also grow over the city
over its final layer

Mela, Mela, Mela, Mela, Melancholia
Melancholia, mon cher,
Mela, Mela, Mela, Mela, Melancholia
floats over the new city
and over the land

In the lascerated sky
flown to bits by the jets rehearsing
she hangs with widespread wings
sleepless and with frozen gaze
pointed at rubble
behind her the future piling up
slowly she flies higher and higher
at last surveys the entire land







What is the lay of the land?
What is the lay of the land?
What is the lay of the land?
What is the lay of the land?

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The garden

You will find me if you want me in the garden

Unless it's pouring down with rain

You will find me if you want me in the garden

Unless it's pouring down with rain

You will find me if you want me in the garden

Unless it's pouring down with rain

You will find me if you want me in the garden

Unless it's pouring down with rain

You will find me waiting for the spring and summer

You will find me waiting for the fall

You will find me waiting for the apples to ripen

You will find me waiting for them to fall





 

You will find me by the banks of all four rivers

You will find me by the spring of consciousness

You will find me if you want me in the garden

Unless it's pouring down with rain

You will find me if you want me in the garden

Unless it's pouring down with rain

You will find me if you want me in the garden

Unless it's pouring down with rain

You will find me if you want me in the garden

Unless it's pouring down with rain

You will find me if you want me in the garden

Unless it's pouring down with rain

Einsturzende Neubauten

Sabrina

 

 

 

 

It's not the red of the dying sun
The morning sheets' surprising stain
It's not the red of which we bleed
The red of cabernet savignon
A world of ruin all in vain

It's not that red

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It's not as golden as Zeus's famous shower
It's doesn't, not at all, come from above
It's in the open but it doesn't get stolen

It's not that gold

It's not as golden as memory
Or the age of the same name

It's not that gold
It's not gold at all

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I wish that would be your color

Your color, I wish

It is as black as Malevich's square
The cold furnace in which we stare
A high pitch on a future scale
It is a starless winter night's tale
It suits you well

It is that black

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I wish this would be your color

Your color, I wish

 

Einsturzende Neubauten,