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It’s so good!
I really wish I had mushrooms and I was in Hampburg in 1966. 
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Be careful what you wish for. 
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I’ve gotten good mileage out of french songs, no regrets
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So yeah carefully wishing for German recommendations
Up to this day Reinhard Mey gives me the goosebumps, but it’s mostly the lyrics. You need to understand what he’s singing about.
This is my favorite.
This makes me tear up, even cry, every single time.
It’s about a school boy faking the signature of his parents as proof to the teacher that he showed the grades to his parents. When the principal summons the parents to the school, the parents stand up for the boy. Shit, writing this makes me tear up…
Here are the lyrics in English (not a good translation, but well, lyrics are not easy)
I think I must have been about twelve years old
And once again it was school report day
Only this this time I thought the school building would crash down on me
When my report lay before me white and ugly
Although I certainly didn’t expect a lot
As I was a lazy bud and what’s more
I had my own way, but I’d never believed
I’d turn out to be such a total failure
Well, it’s happened now, that’s the end
Not even a D in Religious Education
Oh no, with this report you’d better not get home
Better go to the Foreign Legion
I didn’t show it to my parents and signed it for them
Quite colorful it looked pretty good, not wanting to brag
I might have been a failure in German and Biology
However, I was always decent at drawing
Of course, it came out the next day
The forgery was probably not as good as I thought
The headmaster came and angrily took me out of my class
I stood there, alone, dumb and broken
He asked my parents to come and leaned back
Self-righteous as he was, he already enjoyed
How they would shut me up, the cheater, the failure
The document forger, your son
The document forger, your son
My father took the report in his hands and looked at me
And calmly said: "Where I am concerned
There’s no trace of a doubt
That this is really my signature"
My mum said, that she had written her name as well
Didn’t look pretty, but you had to consider
That just before she wrote it, she had carried two big shopping bags
Then she said: “Come on, boy, let’s go home”
I’ve still passed quite a few years on school benches
And continued to learn without resistance
Names, tables, theories over and over again
It’s a wonder that I did not turn completely stupid because of it
But only one important lesson I did learn in all those years
Just this single one from the pile of garbage
How good it is to know that someone will protect you
No matter what you’ve done
I don’t know if it was right that my parents
Got me out of there. What about morals?
Clever people will discuss this, smart ones will argue over this
I don’t know and I don’t care
All I know is that I wish that every child in the world
And of course, that includes you, my child
When danger lures, when things go wrong, when the world falls apart
That you have parents like this
That you have parents like this
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For time in my late teens I would listen to Hannes Wader. He was (is?) on the far left, even a member of the Communist Party for a while, but I found his deep voice and story telling always very soothing.
More German musical goodness…
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I think I read a memoir by the Pogues singer a while back. Interesting how American hillbilly music invaded the UK in the 1970s.
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more german music
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have a been a big fan of his for many years. Had NO idea he’d released so many albums!
I’m hearing the evolution of that motorik rhythm…
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I enjoyed the first album and saw them on tour for it (1999 at a small venue called the Warehouse, in Toronto, which no longer exists). Didn’t continue to follow them after that, but 46 is a young age to die so I’m glad their drummer had a good run in his short time.
doesn’t seem to hold up for me, i stopped it after a few tracks
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