At Mid Sea

LEMONIA (F)LEAP EDELTRAUD => AN EASTER TIME BALLADE

GOOD THURSDAY
12/4/2012

EN PLO 2012/1
"KNOSSOS PALACE"
( Piraeus-Heraklion)

AT MID SEA

Now the boat is at mid-sea,
Aegina, Hydra, left behind,
What is to drink? Let's go and see,
The bar is near and life is kind.

Already drunk, already numb,
Forsaken as a sea-side lover,
Let's see if I could thus become,
In the Aegean Sea wild rover.

About roving I don't doubt,
And as for wild, I can feel it,
I enter left[1] the round-about,
Give me your pain and I can heal it.

I will go far, I will go wide,
I will go South, I will go North,
Maybe I will not be so wild,
But I can make to you this oath:

I will love you till I die,
It's not a secret you can't see,
Above me I have Aegean Sky,
Around me I have Aegean Sea.

In these two elements I swear,
My love is not the dying type,
Whatever pain I can bear,
See you in ICQ or SKYPE.

This light of the Aegean world,
Was not for us to share and cherish,
Without you it leaves me cold,
And it's becoming nightmarish.

So, fair thee well, so long, my sweet,
I am approaching Santorini,
I still caress you bit by bit,
Dressed in your black and white bikini.

So, fair thee well, my belle époque,
Fair thee well, Serifos and Milos,
Fair well to you, volcanic rock,
My Summer Wild will end in Pylos.

Good bye to all Aegean myth,
All cooling breezes of the summer,
Creatures above and underneath,
So long, I was a late comer.

Around me there is a crowd,
Waiting for the next song's illusion,
Goodbye for now, my Edeltraud,
All songs describe our evolution.

Rebetiko heavy and sweet,
Fat Pipen's voice harsh and throaty,
The dancers lift and stamp their feet,
Some girls stand by, cute and naughty.

Max on guitar, Tassos on fiddle,
Me on bouzouki improvising,
My melody needs crafty needle,
As dreams for Edeltraud are rising.

Vassilis brings raki and beer
And his Peloponnesian wine,
Efi provides food and cheer,
This trip seems to be going fine!

We are all drunk in upper deck,
Musicians, sailors, Easter goers,
The dance is fast, the wine is sec,
My Edeltraud is in Moers.

A place impossible to reach,
And there to love her like a sister,
I'd rather go to AVRA BEACH,
To celebrate somehow the Easter.

This trip begun three days ago
And I don't know where it leads me,
I'll be forever on the go,
That's how my sweet lassie needs me.

She needs her poetry be sang,
She needs her fame and her glory,
Her own explosion, her big bang,
As it occurred in our love story.

Therefore I copy, cut and paste,
My verses, serious and sardonic,
I cannot be forever chaste,
I need a fuck with jin and tonic.

And probably it is this need,
To men and women common place,
That took my fair love with such speed,
To a new life, in outer space.

However all this may have occurred,
I don't proceed with speculation,
If by a fuck I could be cured,
Still love would be my inspiration.

I don't want love, I don't want sex,
I want a drink to make me stupid,
Amongst her lovers I'm the X,
Betrayed by Venus and by Cupid.

My Edeltraud is in love,
She loves a young man of her choice,
This cul-de-suc is where we drove,
Not listening each other's voice.

She's doing nothing I can blame,
Nothing unnatural or dirty,
Even if she forgets my name,
She is by nature smart and flirty.

My deep Aegean afternoon,
And Santorini disappearing,
The Cretan coast will greet me soon,
And make my dreaming more endearing.

My whole existence full of booze,
Devoid of meaning love and hate,
Nothing to gain or to loose,
Let me forever in this state.

I think, I couldn't get more drunk,
The time for music gets more ripe,
I take the fiddle, I kick this Junk,
And play an Irish Hornpipe.

The croud gets crazy as I play,
I give them more and keep them going,
Azure Aegean, your blue day,
Careless and free my mind is blowing.

Devoid of meaning love and hate,
What's left is just this Easter trip,
I'll drink myself sober and strait,
And the details I will skip.

The Cretan mountains appear,
In blue horizon faintly dancing,
Everything else is no more clear,
I feel a million ghosts advancing.

It's not by chance this land was called,
The proud island of the brave,
I'll brave our love, once hot, now cold,
And choose for it a deep blue grave.

[1] Right for British drivers