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Another beautiful example of Mey’s ability to conjure up warmth and great story telling. This time about serious stuff. Feminism, politics in general as well as eating habits. This song is an excuse to a former girlfriend he sung about not nicely at all in the song “Annabelle, ach Annabelle”. A song he wrote in his early twenties. 30 years later he felt the urge to appologize publicly with this song, in which he met her after a (fictive) motorbike accident, where she (Annabelle), accidentally also rode on a bike and gave first aid to him. After recognizing her, he tried to tell her that he was too stupid and stubborn to realize, that he was the first feminist and that they both basically also in politics were on the same side. Even his nutrition changed, as he became a vegetarian, just as she was already back then. Well, the latter issue about food is not in the song, but I simply learned from his later songs, that he doesn"t eat meat anymore, but in Annabelle, ach Annabelle, he jokes about her corn food, lol. The most beautiful excuse I ever heard. :smile:

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I often regretted a vacation, due to the masses of people who had the same idea. Usually I feel the need for going to the sea in the main season, when it’s hot and people around me packed their bags for a couple of weeks. The easiest way to fight that urge to follow them is to imagine the sardine-like numbers of people I would join on the beach. Then I feel cured a bit. In this song, Mey sings about this or rather, why he loves the end of the vacation seasons, when the beaches and restaurants become empty again. I love thinking about vacation time, as this is the last week before my main vacation time in this year starts (3 weeks). Life is good. :wink:

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nice… have a lovely vacation, just dont invade our beaches/restaurants and leave my bike alone!

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I posted this before but I don’t care. I love it. Some German in Brasil.

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Thanks, but your bike is save. No traveling for me, except a visit at my family.

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A song about the birth of his first child. I don‘t know any better song for a newborn. It contains all the best possible wishes and thoughts for a boy. Menschenjunges, hier ist dein Planet. Hier ist dein Bestimmungsort, kleines Paket. Freundliches Bündel, Willkommen, herein. Möge das Leben hier gut zu dir sein. :smiling_face:

Found an English translation of this beautiful message to his son:

Human baby

Human baby, this is your planet
Here is your destination, little parcel
Friendly bundle, welcome in
May life be good to you here

Well, finally here you are ready in your cradle
You’re all fresh and new and I’m crawling furtively
To you and only with a high self control I’m defeating
The curiosity to take you out there
In order to first look at you more closely
But now on your first day I satisfy myself By standing embarrassedly in front of your cradle
And by imagining, what your life might bring

Human baby, this is your planet
Here is your destination, little parcel
Friendly bundle, welcome in
May life be good to you here

May you get to know and experience everything
That ist worth experiencing and important in life
May there still be fields and trees and maybugs
When you’re old enough to collect them
May there always be nails, mumbles, cords, bands
Glue, sherbet, colours and flintstones
Screwdrivers, isolation tape, plasticine and licorice
As a plenty store in your pockets

Human baby, this is your planet
Here is your destination, little parcel
Friendly bundle, welcome in
May life be good to you here

And one day the day will come when I will nervously
Sit over your homework they gave you
And I won’t solve your maths exercises
For the essay I’ve written for you
You won’t get punished if your very lucky
But in compensation for it I will
Make kites, draw pictures and fly double-deckers with you
And show you how to use solder and the piano

Human baby, this is your planet
Here is your destination, little parcel
Friendly bundle, welcome in
May life be good to you here

A few years later then after some bloody noses
After many tapes over wounded knees
After broken windows, dropped down vases
Mistaken pedagogical theories
After realizing that strict index fingers aren’t useful
We’ll do every rubbish together
Every grave nonsense and then we committ every foul
That up to then I have to forbid you strictly

Human baby, this is your planet
Here is your destination, little parcel
Friendly bundle, welcome in
May life be good to you here

May many things you’re trying to achieve turn out good
Be happy if they turn out and don’t preach
Try to bring your world a tiny bit forward
Try as much as possible to be good to your human brothers
Well, then I hope I’ll be a good father
That you’ll find friends who’ll love you
And that you find joy in the great adventure here on earth
“Don’t break your neck” - there’s quite something head

Human baby, this is your planet
Here is your destination, little parcel
Friendly bundle, welcome in
May life be good to you here

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This song he made for the birth of his second child Maximilian, who unfortunately died a few years ago from a lung infection. I look for an English translation later.

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Here‘s the announced English translation of this beautiful song:

My little apple tree

I don’t really know how to start
So many thoughts and my heart is more than full
So many emotions crumbel up at once
Joy and humility and gratefulness
In your mother’s arm that holds you silently
You twinker up into the light of this world
Into your first morning and I’m thinking
This is my child, what a present

When all hopes dry out
I’ll start all anew with you
And yes, I can achieve the unachieveable
You’re the little apple tree I plant

Look around, now you’re a part of the world
That is always questioning itself
Where men destroy their own habitat
Unrelentlessly overhear every warning
A place of contradictions, poor and rich
Full of bitter misery and abundance at the same time
A place of wars, a place full of pain
Where humans don’t lack anything as much as humaneness

When all hopes dry out
I’ll start all anew with you
And yes, I can achieve the unachieveable
You’re the little apple tree I plant

You’re a light in unknowing times
An escape from escapelessness
Like a sign to go on my way
To continue enduring challenges
Where there are many doubts, and a lot to despair
A child makes you forget all your doubts
In a world that floats along without aim or reason
Children are the only hope remaining

When all hopes dry out
I’ll start all anew with you
And yes, I can achieve the unachieveable
You’re the little apple tree I plant

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Little Comrade - Kleiner Kamerad

For you everything is wholesome
And big and good and kept away from error
No wrong success ever took away your braveness
And for you there are still miracles, at all times and of all types

How much I like to see you believe in your miracles
How much you cling to them unerringly
No doubt can ever rob your optimism
And I almost start believing with you again myself

Like colourful lampions on autumn ways
You’re swinging through my mind
Happily and worryless and it’s due to you
If for once I’m again happy and worryless, too

The smallest nothing makes you passionate
On the other and world moving things leave you cold
No quarrel may ever put you down
And your tears dry soon over the biggest sorrow

You don’t forget anything and you can forget so easily
What ever puts you down is simply inexistent
I’m learning to measure anew with your arm’s length
And to understand many things around together with you

Like kites that highly go up over the stubble field
You’re dancing through my mind
Without gravity, free and with the dance
All my sadness is flying along

I like them a lot, your uncountable questions
Your curiosity and worrylessness
How much I like you saying “Come and help me”
Sometimes I wish I could hold on to this time

The world will probably get a little emptier
With every way you’re going on your own
My mind will probably get a little heavier
With everything you can do by yourself and understand without me

My little comrade, that’s the way it is
There is no extra portion for us
Best friends are seperated by this life
And one day it makes adults out of little boys

My little comrade, that’s the way it is
There is no extra portion for us
Best friends are seperated by this life
And one day it makes adults out of little boys

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After writing that post in the animal thread, I am in need to balsam my soul. Mey is my Balsam. There‘s no worse creature on this earth than humans.

Here, it‘s the lyrics of a poem called „Königslied“ by Rilke, Mey composed the music to. But I promise, Rilke writes as beautiful as Mey. I wouldn‘t know the different origins without the informations provided by the video poster. It‘s totally the style of Mey.

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I love this last posted song from Mey with Rilkes poem so much I can‘t express how much I care of it and how much it moves me. I love and appreciate it so deeply, that I hesitated for a few days now to post a different one, despite it‘s a beautiful one as well. Tonight I do.

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I always loved the lyrics and the melody of a song written, played and sung by Hannes Wader. I just dislike his singing voice. His pronouncation is very hard. The total opposite of Mey, which is interesting, as both sing in High German. That‘s why I haven‘t posted this song yet, despite I greatly enjoy the text as well as the guitar play on the original song.

But today I detected this version. I like it, but not so much the arrangement. It would be perfect with the original guitar accompany.

So I post both versions. First, because of the nicer vocal intonation, the second video with Wader due to the beautiful guitars.

Abschied

Morgen gehst du für lange Zeit fort
Für ein Jahr und du gibst mir dein Wort
Dass du mich nicht für immer verlässt
Leg dich lieber nicht fest

Denn ich weiß, dass der Tag kommen muss
Wo ein flüchtiger Brief oder Gruß
Mir verrät wie fremd du mir schon bist
Und du mich bald vergisst

Aber wenn du schon nicht bei mir bleibst
Will ich, dass du mir schreibst
Was du denkst, was du treibst

Denn vergiss nicht, auch ich, das ist klar
Bin dann nach diesem Jahr
Nicht mehr der, der ich war

Trennung, Warten, allein sein sagst du
Gehört nun mal zum Leben dazu
Das mag richtig sein, aus deiner Sicht
Nun ich halte dich nicht

Und du denkst dir es tröstet mich jetzt
Wenn du sagst, dass man zu guter Letzt
Nur behält was man loslassen kann
Gut, ich glaube daran

Aber wenn du schon nicht bei mir bleibst
Will ich, dass du mir schreibst
Was du denkst, was du treibst

Denn vergiss nicht, auch ich, das ist klar
Bin dann nach diesem Jahr
Nicht mehr der, der ich war

Morgen gehst du für lange Zeit fort
Für ein Jahr und du gibst mir dein Wort
Dass du mich nicht für immer verlässt
Leg dich lieber nicht fest

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Hm, lol. I am not sure, but maybe it‘s not the guitars in Waders version which I like so much, but a short piano play. Funny I hear that instrument in this song for the first time ever. But admittedly, Wader didn‘t make me often listen to this otherwise beautiful song.

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A few days later and this version really grew on me.

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I can’t decide if I love this or hate it. One of those.

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i don’t see the cnflict
who doesn’t like german racist homophobes?