Those Weirdoes Of Frankfurt

LEMONIA (F)LEAP EDELTRAUD => BIG SOUTH WEATHER 3

HILLSIDE
EARLY AFTERNOON
3/4/2013

THOSE WEIRDOES OF FRANKFURT
(on Erich Fromm's "The Art Of Loving")

Any human heart in love,
Knows by instinct how to love,
There's no need for Erich Fromm,
Or the den that he comes from.

Any poem, any song,
Could be said to be all wrong,
If it says "I love you,
Irrespectively of you".

Cause according to this man,
Love is care but is not fun,
And it's irresponsible,
Dreaming the impossible.

If that was your mental stance,
We didn't have a single chance,
So it did not go too well,
As we had our "Week from Hell".

*****
The impossible was true,
When I was in love with you,
When you were in love with me,
And we wished: "Let our love be!"

Freedom we did not escape,
We just gave it our own shape,
To set norms we didn't conform,
Therefore, fuck you, Erich Fromm.

Using models of Talmud,
I don't know how he could,
Have insight of human soul,
Humans love, reptiles crawl.

Eros is a tale Greek,
How can a Frankfurt freak,
Grasp the meaning of this tale?
He's a free god, not for sale.

Eros is a god of Greece,
Every human's secret wish!
It escaped Erich Fromm,
Where this god is coming from?

Big South Weather still in force,
I could write my verses worse,
But I leave you in this storm,
To be taught by Erich Fromm.

What I tought you is the truth,
How to love when in your youth,
As a woman now you failed,
By a lie you are nailed.

Superficial bullshit,
They cannot excite your clit,
For the truth for you still lies,
In my cock between your thighs.

What I tought you was love true,
Just the essence of this blue,
As a help when life gets gray,
In the twilight that you'll stay.

All those weirdoes of Frankfurt,
Could have tought you something good,
Out of all you chose the worst,
That can put your heart in frost.

All those weirdoes of Frankfurt,
Could have tought you something good,
If you study them enough,
Brains soft but souls rough.

Read Adorno, study Reich,
As they fly from the third reich,
To get back on your right tracks,
Read another Jew: Karl Marx.

Study him if you want truth,
Like I tought you in your youth,
For the answers he gave,
They were only for the brave.

*****

Big South Weather getting worse,
It's my brains only source,
It's my pains only cause,
Drink some brandy, have a doze.

Wake up, go for a roam,
I don't need no Erich Fromm,
Art of loving I can teach,
With my lips sucking your tits.

There again finds me your ghost,
Art of loving that was lost,
Well come back, my Edeltraud,
Kill me softly, don't speak loud...