Insanity

"Den sicheren Freund
erkennt man in unsicherer Sache." 

Marcus T. Cicero, Philosoph

Yesterday, today, tomorrow
Fade away like frozen photographs.
Remember, forget
The stakes, the ways you take,
The ways you make the moments pass.
For every regret,
I tell a beautiful lie.
And I would die if you find out.
I tell a beautiful lie every time that I did not open up my mouth.
All the same, its a game,
its a play, its a war,
its a shame that were always fighting for.
I don't mean to cast no blame,
I don't intend to pretend, I could, never loved you more.
But in the blink of an eye, everything you ever knew can change
And its a beautiful lie if you think everything will always stay the same.

...

- Yoav - Beautiful Lie -

Leb' deinen Traum, denn er wird wahr.
Geh' deinen Weg, stelle dich der Gefahr.
Alles, was wichtig ist, wirst du erkennen, wenn die Zeit gekommen ist.
Ja, greif nach den Sternen.
Du bist bereit.
Glaub an dich, bald ist es soweit.
Wir werden bei dir sein.
Sei bereit!

- Digimon -

Ein ersoffener Bierfahrer wurde auf den Tisch gestemmt.
Irgendeiner hatte ihm eine dunkelhellila Aster
zwischen die Zähne geklemmt.
Als ich von der Brust aus
unter der Haut
mit einem langen Messer
Zunge und Gaumen herausschnitt,
muß ich sie angestoßen haben, denn sie glitt
in das nebenliegende Gehirn.
Ich packte sie ihm in die Brusthöhle
zwischen die Holzwolle,
als man zunähte.
Trinke dich satt in deiner Vase!
Ruhe sanft,
kleine Aster!

-Gottfried Benn: Kleine Aster-

Hello darkness, my old friend.
I’ve come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seed while I was sleeping.
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains within the sound of silence.

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobble stone
Beneath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were strabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night, and touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people maybe more
People talking without speaking.
People hearing without listening.
People writing songs that woices never share
And no one dare disturb the sound of silence.

“Fools!” said I, “You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you.
Take my arms that I might reach you.”
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed, in the wells of silence.

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon God they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said:

“The words of the prophets are written
on the subway walls and tenement halls.”
And whispered in the sounds of silence.

- Paul Simon: The Sound of Silence -