Mittwoch, 2. Mai 2012

Ode an Stuttgart






Viele Stuttgarter zieht es nach Berlin. So auch Edward Stockton, ein Musiker der mir immer wunderschöne Lieder gesungen hat. Seit einem Jahr lebt er dort und hat ein Lied über seine alte Heimat geschrieben: Ode to a city. Manchmal muss man etwas hinter sich lassen, um seine Schönheit zu erkennen.

Um es anzuschauen muss man sich von der Decke abhängen, einen Kopfstand machen oder die Augen so verdrehen, dass man andersrum gucken kann. Da der Text so schön ist kann man ihn hier auch lesen. Ich habe ihn auch auf den Kopf gestellt, damit man beim Videoschauen unproblematisch mitlesen kann.




Also gut, noch mal andersrum:




beloved city

I told a lie

I left your care

I left your sight

I found this whore up in the north

I played bad games with you


sure I had to find myself

and find out what you knew before

I had to see that all I need

you´ve got it all for me


please take me back I´m your lost son

I didn´t know before I was gone

the stars are so much brighter here

my heart belongs to you


the whore up in the north I killed

I took a knife and pushed it deep

and as she cryed

and ask me why

I told her that it´s all for you


I thought a walk could set me free

I took my bag 123

the first train to another land

a stranger on the road


what did I find I cannot tell

another threat, another hell

a girl I met but she was pain

she was a bitch we played a losing game


day by day I walked around

and listened to the city sounds

but she never sang a song like you

she was hard on me she ate my boots

please take me back ...


newborn stars are hard to find

and if you can´t remember mine

come back and I´ll do my best

to light them up and give you rest

please take me back ...


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