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Melancholie.
Kaum einer hat diese Emotion in der populären Musik so ausgelebt wie Noel Scott Engel.
Wer?
Scott Walker.
Wer?

'It's raining today
and I'm just about to forget the train window girl
That wonderful day we met
She smiles through the smoke from my cigarette
It's raining today
But once there was summer and you
And dark little rooms
And sleep in late afternoons
Those moments descend on my windowpane
I've hung around here too long
Listenin' to the old landlady's hard-luck stories
You out of me, me out of you
We go like lovers
To replace the empty space
Repeat our dreams to someone new
It's raining today
And I watch the cellophane streets
No hang-ups for me
'Cause hang-ups need company
The street corner girl's a cold trembling leaf
It's raining today
It's raining today'



À suivre...

Da bin ich gespannt was noch so kommt...

Ich auch.
Nein, das wird schon. Derzeit gibt's einiges an Arbeit zu erledigen, daher der, äh, Scott'sche Spannungsaufbau.

Aus der Asche wird neues.
Aber nicht immer. Und dann bleibt dieses unbegreifliche, unendliche, schwarze Loch.
Dagegen muss man ankämpfen, mit allen Mitteln.
Scott Walker, einst, war Asche. Und erfand sichselbst neu.
Das macht er seitdem immer wieder, sichselbst neu erfinden.
Das sind immer die Jahre in denen er 'verschollen' ist.
Einmal fragte ihn ein französischer Rockjournalist: 'Scott, was haben sie die letzten zehn Jahre bloss gemacht?'
Und Walker antwortete: 'Leben'.

'The angels of ashes
will give back your passions
Again and again
Their light shafts
will reach through the darkness
and touch you my friend

They'll fly in a mind dance
and blind you with wings
wrapped in flame
If you're down to an echo
they just might remember
your name

In the unbroken darkness
where emptiness empties
alone
There's no starting or stopping
where there is no right or
no wrong

Well that's all right for some
who can hang the absurd
on their wall
If your blind hands can't grope
through these measureless waters
you'll fall

You've been following patterns
and fleeting sensations
too long
And the fullness that fills up
the pulse of durations
is gone

Let the great constellation
of flickering ashes
be heard
Let them burn with a fire
all it takes to confess
is a word, just a word

I can recommend angels
I've watched as they've made a man strong
Oh so strong
If your humbleness shows
then I'm sure that they'll take you
along

You can tell them who sent you
it might help to get you
above
You can say that he laughed
and he walked like St. Francis
With love'