Am Samstag ein langes Gespräch über Codierung in/von Liedtexten geführt. Ein gutes Gespräch. Wer zu viel codiert, wird unverständlich. Wer zu wenig codiert, wird kitschig. Musste draufhin die ganze Zeit an "The Postal Service" denken...
i'll be the grapes fermented, bottled and served
with the table set
in my finest suit
like a perfect gentleman
i'll be the fire escape that's
bolted to the ancient brick
where you will sit and contemplate your day
i'll be the waterwings
that save you if
you start drowning in
an open tab
when your judgement's on the brink
i'll be the phonograph
that plays your favorite
albums back
as your lying there
drifting off to sleep...
i'll be the platform shoes
and undo what heredity's done to you:
you won't have to strain
to look into my eyes
i'll be your winter coat
buttoned and zipped
straight to the throat
with the collar up
so you won't catch cold
i want to take you far away
from the cynics in this town
and kiss you on the mouth
we'll cut our bodies free
from the tethers of this scene,
start a brand new colony
where everything will change,
we'll give ourselves new names
(identities erased)
the sun will heat the ground
under our bare feet
in this brand new colony
everything will change
...Schade nur, daß ich nicht oft genug verliebt bin, um in Codierungen dieser Art zu schwelgen...
i'll be the grapes fermented, bottled and served
with the table set
in my finest suit
like a perfect gentleman
i'll be the fire escape that's
bolted to the ancient brick
where you will sit and contemplate your day
i'll be the waterwings
that save you if
you start drowning in
an open tab
when your judgement's on the brink
i'll be the phonograph
that plays your favorite
albums back
as your lying there
drifting off to sleep...
i'll be the platform shoes
and undo what heredity's done to you:
you won't have to strain
to look into my eyes
i'll be your winter coat
buttoned and zipped
straight to the throat
with the collar up
so you won't catch cold
i want to take you far away
from the cynics in this town
and kiss you on the mouth
we'll cut our bodies free
from the tethers of this scene,
start a brand new colony
where everything will change,
we'll give ourselves new names
(identities erased)
the sun will heat the ground
under our bare feet
in this brand new colony
everything will change
...Schade nur, daß ich nicht oft genug verliebt bin, um in Codierungen dieser Art zu schwelgen...
Herr shhhh
am Montag, 6. Oktober 2003, 13:30