stanislav kutac photographer

für einmal ganz sanft. tom waits der charles bukowski unter den songwritern.

gediegene erinnerung an das selbst. weite grösse und viel raum – kreuz fahrt schiff idylle oder so.

ich verstehe zwar nichts von musik aber es sind nicht nur der alters unterschied und die locken!

wenn schon denn schon …

das wollte ich nun doch nicht vergessen wissen. get ready.

I Can See Now

Ever loved a woman who made you feel tall?
Ever loved a man who made you feel small?

If you were a sailor
I’d raise the anchor
To sail the sea
In search of you and me
And god

Conjures currents to break our fragile boats
And both the innocent and the damned
Are swallowed up in his wake

If you were a huntress
I’d be your bow
For your silver arrows
To seek out his heart

Ever loved a woman who made you feel tall?
Ever loved a man who made you feel small?

Who are you to complain
For lack of understanding?
We are all created equal
In just one thing alone

Alone in your thoughts that consume you through your life
They’ll take you outwards to the dark edge of time
And there’s nothing more dangerous
Than a man with nothing to lose
Nothing to live for
And nothing to prove

American Dreaming

I need my conscience to keep watch over me
To protect me from myself
So i can wear honesty like a crown on my head
When i walk into the promised land

We’ve been too long american dreaming
And i think we all lost the way
Forlorn somnambulistic maniacal in the dark
I’m in love with an american girl
Well, she’s my best friend
I love her surreptitious smile
That hides the pain within her

And we’ll go dancing in the rings of laughter
And leave alone by the shores
Feel alone in the brands of rapture
And leave alone for the loss

Faith, on the lea the rising wind blows
Faith, on the lea the rising wind blows
How long? how long?

Here alone on the grounds of allegiances we’ve left behind
Turned back by the foot of the doorway
Never lost and found

We’ve been too long american dreaming
I think we’ve lost the heart
Forlorn somnambulistic maniacal in the dark

Faith, on the lea the rising wind blows
Faith, on the lea the rising wind blows
How long? how long?

vielleicht zu perfekt und zu ästhetisch wie immer bei ihm.
trotzdem – indien lässt wohl niemanden unberührt.