FADING INTO FALL
Sun‘s exhausting in burning red
her last ray’s a warm and cosy cover
spreading out against
each fibre of life that bends
I’m walking down a layer on ground
behind pale green contours of fields
shades are loaded with waft
of sudden decay
Mem’ries line up in different terms
alarmings defects are much in evidence
make it quite plain that
I’ve missed the time to recommence
All the time alone on the tracks
a remnant at this solitary place
where I can stand my exposure
to a certain extend
In my prime I yearn for comfort
nothing’s on hand but lonely senses
if only you would find me
before summer’s fading into fall
For the last time I intimate the sun
dying off so far from the eye
the ripping days are ticking away
no compensation for the loss and waste
beyond recall summer’s fading into fall
her last ray’s a warm and cosy cover
spreading out against
each fibre of life that bends
I’m walking down a layer on ground
behind pale green contours of fields
shades are loaded with waft
of sudden decay
Mem’ries line up in different terms
alarmings defects are much in evidence
make it quite plain that
I’ve missed the time to recommence
All the time alone on the tracks
a remnant at this solitary place
where I can stand my exposure
to a certain extend
In my prime I yearn for comfort
nothing’s on hand but lonely senses
if only you would find me
before summer’s fading into fall
For the last time I intimate the sun
dying off so far from the eye
the ripping days are ticking away
no compensation for the loss and waste
beyond recall summer’s fading into fall
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lovehunter - 7. Mrz, 12:44
Songnotiz
Einer meiner Lieblingssongs. Die Einsamkeit umrahmt von einem intensiven Naturerleben, das ich ihn meiner Kindheit und Jugend hatte, wenn ich einige Wochen in den Sommerferien bei meiner Tante und meinem Cousin auf dem Land verbrachte. Sonnenuntergänge, wogende Mais- und Kornfelderfelder im warmen Sommerwind...und ich mit dem Rad auf den Feldwegen unterwegs, es war eine herrliche Zeit. Die Grenzen zwischen Innen- und Außenerleben lösen sich beinahe auf, alles wird eins. Der Schmerz der Einsamkeit fließt ins Weite. Und dann immer das wehmütige Abschiednehmen bis zum nächsten Jahr. Mein Herz war ständig in Aufruhr.



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