New Year's Eve

NEW YEAR'S EVE

EDELTRAUD 2: THE BITCH=>THE BUGLE OF LONELINESS=>DRIFTING AWAY=>NEW YEAR'S EVE
IERAPETRA
SATURDAY 31/12/2011
SUNDAY 1/1/2012

1 HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN?
This winter came difficult indeed,
I say, "Happy New Year"' cause I'm high,
maybe I took a drug or smoked some weed,
so, if I did, what does it signify?

"Happy new year" wish for all the world,
for you and for our kid, New Year beginning,
in Germany perhaps it is too cold,
and all these wishes have no serious meaning.

A man has to be high just to wish,
you may also be high, I didn't observe,
it takes a blink for you this life to miss,
and yet, I must admit: You got a nerve!

Tonight you are partying with your friends,
I stay home with So&so, silent talking,
two thousand eleven sadly ends,
I cannot stay home, I will go walking.

So&so is all depressed, she will not come,
I go off alone, driving to town,
I'll let my recollections freely jam,
perhaps I will dispose of my old crown.

That one that made me feeling like a king,
"Am I ok, or by drugs delirious?"
I felt your answer more than winter's sting,
have you forgotten? Can your words be serious?

2 FORFEITED
I park and walk the south-west promenade,
the Christmas lights, even more kitsch this year,
I reach Kale, all sorts of ghosts parade,
I'm used to them, it’s other things I fear.

My biggest fear is your false pretence,
that nothing serious has occurred between us,
you're building to your past a stupid fence,
it will not do at all, the truth will clean us.

Nobody is about, so I go back,
even a car with drunkards is not passing,
I stop and watch the waves, what the fuck?
New Big South Weather on the coast is smashing.

I take no notice of the waves as such,
I'm back four years ago, in blasting summer,
your smell, your touch, your smile, all too much,
you loved a local, I loved a new comer.

I still can feel you deep into my guts,
as always by your beauty outwitted,
no, I don’t watch the south waves as such,
I'm watching you, the self you have forfeited.

That's it, the bells are ringing for new year,
with music and with firework displays,
you're gone, but I still love you, I'm still here,
impossible to find some new ways.

3 THOUSANDS OF BUCKETS
Quite useless, wouldn't you say, to have regrets?
For better or for worse, things cannot change,
I stop, I buy some sweets, some cigarettes,
my own will be a delicate revenge.

I call you, no reply, have a good time,
I text you and your answer is revealing,
you're out, kid with granny, not a crime,
so much for mother's and for lover's feeling!

I wish I could be as high as you are,
I don’t need dope, some love would be a bonus,
at least some recognition from afar,
but from your side to mine you pass the onus.

The ball is in my court, I get your drift,
I'm only a musician, I hate rackets,
my songs, whether too slow or too swift,
will rinse you baby, thousands of buckets.

At least you're both ok, the kid and you,
you could have said as much and leave it there,
but no, again distorted comes the true,
I'm high, sure enough, because I care.

4 VIVALDI
There's nothing left to do in this ghost town,
I might as well drive back to my hill side,
keeping a smile reserved within my frown,
as two bad moods are bound to collide.

Depression and all that can go to hell,
cold nights as this, sometimes are… troppo caldi,
if So&so can recall her jingle bell,
code name for what follows is "Vivaldi".

Vivaldi then in preference to jazz,
the softness of the velvet is caressing,
It’s not like you, but equally good buzz,
a bit reluctant, but at main redressing.