DRIFTWOOD

Driftwood, washed up, driven, expelled, 
Times here, times there, remained lying.
Left behind, sought, discovered, 
Beautiful in its own way, 
Unique, past in itself, 
Defenseless delivered.
Kicked, ignored, observed, collected,
Burned, burned out, 
Ash and dust.
 
He sleeps in an underground car park, 
In an emergency shelter, 
Under a bridge, 
Lies next to driftwood…
Like driftwood.
 
He roams through alleys, asks people for money. 
Shake head, the “no” comes immediately.
Ignored, a pitying look, ignored. 
Burned out, 
Ash and dust.

VALVE

He seems to be a narcissist.
It seems as he thinks he is the only one who understands.
He can be full of spirit.
Nice on the face of it, like I would’ve never thought.
But suddenly, against your hopes, behind your back he’s forging ropes,
Turns your words ‘round in your mouth. And what you’ve said suddenly sounds false.

I’ve to open a valve, get rid of it all. I’ve no more patience and calm.
That’s not how you treat people. But that’s how he treats me.

Luckily there are the others who aren’t like close brothers
And see what’s really going on.
It’s not just your fault.
Although he tries so hard not to see anything good in you.

He tries to blame you for everything as if Corona never was happening.
Restriction, delay, whatever you get, and the way it looks like it’s not over yet.

I’ve to open a valve, get rid of it all. I’ve no more patience and calm.
That’s not how you treat people. But that’s how he treats me.
 

ON THE RUN

Where is her home? She is stumbling through the night.
She’s all alone with her thoughts and without light.
So dark outside, her path is hidden, there’s no sun.
So dark inside, she wants a future but she’s on the run.
 
Where does she stand? Where is her strength, her clarity?
Where is her land? Is this real, her destiny?
She’s climbing here, her path is hidden, there’s no sun.
It’s a kind of fear, she wants a future but she’s on the run.
 
Is her way safe? There’s no freedom anymore.
Her brothers left. About her sister she’s not sure.
So dark outside, her path is hidden, there’s no sun.
So dark inside, she wants a future but she’s on the run.
 
Homeless, she feels the earth is breathing.
Hopeless, she knows her heart is bleeding.
Does she have a chance?
Is this her last dance?
 
Where is her home? Her path is hidden, there’s no sun.
She’s all alone, she wants a future but she’s on the run. 

NEW BEGINNING
 
There’s an end, here’s a start. Wonder if this decision was smart.
Uncertainty is taking its part, lurks behind me like a shark.
Autumn trees are losing their leaves. Last but not least to cover up the beast.
This history is taking its part, holds its needles like a lark.
 
Left these days with fears and crying.
But now I am here, open my hands for this.
Keep these days with joy and smiling. 
I want to be here, open my heart for this.
 
There’s an end, here’s a start. Now I know this decision was smart. 
This history is taking its part, holds its needles like a lark.

 MYRTA
 
You had a voice, you had power, a strong voice, warm and low.
You had lots of souls, you were a good soul. I’m sad and I miss you.
 
Miss you, my friend, miss your silence. Miss your rhythm, miss your voice.
Miss your laugh, miss your warmth. Miss you, my friend.
 
Much too early you had to leave. You couldn’t win cancers war.
You’d still had so much more to live, but this fight took you away.
 
Miss you, my friend, miss your silence. Miss your rhythm, miss your voice.
Miss your laugh, miss your warmth. Miss you, my friend.
 
While Putin’s war rages on you fought your own war... sadly you lost. 
But in war there’re only losers. 
In war there’re only losers…

 A LIFE IN THIS LIFE
 
The prettiest sights will never believe that my world has gone that way.
Life’s a meadow and in my grief my wishes decided to stay.
 
For nearly every thought and breath… fame and fortune could have been friends.
Human being… I’m not afraid of death, lovely death could make it ends.
 
Human being, alive, alive and seeking for my own and seeking a life in this life.
 
Always the same old story. Maybe there is something new?
But it’s not a sort of glory. It’s a sort of a singing brew.
 
Singing is wonderful, can be so wild like my childhood in winter and spring,
Like my stories and songs for my child. I’m trying to be special but maybe I’m boring.
 
Human being, alive, alive and seeking for my own and seeking a life in this life.

 LONELY TREE
 
She is sitting there, all alone on a lonely bench, under a lonely tree.
Her eyes are opened wide, to get some light inside, to watch anything under this Lonely tree.
 
She is wondering where all these stories have gone, 
All these pictures she had inside.
Her sights are sleeping, some flashs are creeping in… 
Inside of all her worlds under this lonely tree.
 
Finding no light in this loneliness, crying through the nights of weariness. Crying….
 
She is trying to remember all the lives she lived, 
All these faces and names.
Her thoughts have fallen down, down on the floor. 
She can’t find them anymore under this lonely tree.
 
Searching some lights in this confusion, smiling through the nights of illusion. Smiling…

MITHOLZER FLUÄH
 
Ä Felsä flügt dür d’Zimmerwend. 
D’Luft isch gälb, orange u rot.
Menschä schreiä, ales rennt. 
Dertä stirbt ä Buäb si Tod.
Nünzähvierzg u Siebä, 
Chalti Dezembernacht,
Hiä wot niemer bliebä. 
Mitholz brennt unäs kracht.

Wär cha blibä, wär muäs furt vo hie? 
Sis Hiim verlah u witerziäh?
Gfahrä z’vertuschä cha kii Lösig si, 
Irgendwenn, de holt’s iihm i.
 
D’Lüt hii gmiint, äs sig verbi. 
Mä het nä gsiit, s’bestiiht ki Gfahr.
D’Lüt hii denkt, das isches gsi. 
Aber jitz isch nümme klar.
Juni, Zwüütuusig u Achtzäh, 
Hiissä Summertag.
S’hiist, s’chanä Explosion gäh, 
D’Menschä trifft der Schlag.

Wär cha blibä, wär muäs furt vo hie? 
Sis Hiim verlah u witerziäh?
Gfahrä z’vertuschä cha kii Lösig si. 
Irgendwenn, de holt’s iihm i.
 
Munition – versenkt ir Fluäh. 
Alls söll furt, so viel isch klar.
Vorhär git’s hie nie meh Ruäh. 
Doch was hiisst hiä läbä ohni Gfahr?

 VENTURE INTO THE UNKNOWN
 
I’m privileged, I can travel, can freely choose where I want to go,
How far I venture into the unknown, get inspired to write new songs.
 
Be on the move, travelling, immerse in worlds, approach the stranger…
Still be a stranger, remain foreign.
We’re all foreigners, she said - how right she is.
‘Cross the border, discover a new country – a little bit.
Smell, taste, see, listen, feel, touch… their homeland.
 
I’m not brave, just curious, don’t want too much at once, 
Only get to know some difference.
Enjoy… take along… scents, sounds, memories, pictures… 
Live from it for a while…
 
I’m privileged, I can travel, can freely choose where I want to go,
How far I venture into the unknown, get inspired to write new songs.
 
Their homeland in my home country… how do you recognize home?
 

SCHÖNSTER ABESTÄRN / MOTHERS DELIGHT / LOVE AT THE ENDING
CH- & Celtic - Traditional