Eine Begegnung, ein Konzert, ein Text. René und ich kennen uns schon ewig – oder zumindest fühlt es sich so an. Irgendwann Anfang der 2000er haben wir uns im KUZ in Mainz kennengelernt, waren zusammen auf dem Mera Luna, und dann... nichts mehr. Das Leben geht weiter, man verliert sich aus den Augen. Achtzehn, neunzehn Jahre lang kein Wort. #GoethesErben #Rind #Rüsselsheim

https://www.spontis.de/schwarze-szene/szeneleben/goethes-erben-ruesselsheim/

GOETHES ERBEN - Oswald Henke

Zerstörte Wahrheit (FCK TRUMP Mix)

#ANTIFA #ICEout #noKing #GoethesErben #oswaldHenke

https://erblast.bandcamp.com/track/zerst-rte-wahrheit-fck-trump-mix

Eine kleine Gute Nacht Musik

A Small Nocturne

This is a song from Goethes Erben, an old german gothic band .. founded 1989. This is one of their newer pieces. It is about growing old and also includes several references to older pieces.
It is German, but I've put a translation down below.

I love it .. it's poetry! Oswald (the singer) is really special. I listen to them since about 1991.. the changed quite a lot, but still remain dark .. very dark sometimes.

https://youtu.be/LQiphlqQuzk?si=ER3IUOPrVRqS9bYl

For It Is Always Like This

For it is always like this,
that everything repeats itself,
a thought looping endlessly,
until the circle finally breaks.

A final dance – alone,
one last solo.
Nausea from fear
of tomorrow, the day after,
every morning
since yesterday morning.

The sun frees itself,
a heat-scream of time,
useful only
when tasted in rhythm.
The foam—
it comforts nothing,
no one,
merely pretends to cleanse.
But does it truly
wash away sins?

For it is always like this—
I am alone.

Dictatorship of choice,
monarchy of the everyday,
a threefold hostage,
spinning round and round.
The legless ballerina
has long since stopped dancing.
The soldier is dead,
and fairy-tale princes
are long forgotten.
All the swans by the lake—
vanished.
The angels—blind.
Only glittering ashes remain.

For it is always like this—
we have all
grown old.

For it is always like this...
What once was
will one day be forgotten.
What was true
will one day be forgotten.

For it is always like this.

Snow in August—
because then, it's like cotton.
It doesn't hurt
when you let yourself fall—
again and again.

#GoethesErben #dark #nowplaying