Mute Swimmer: Song Against Itself
From: Song Against Itself/Some Examples 7″ (2011)
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Production: Orange ‚ear
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Camera | Director : Frank Nagel
Edit: Frank Nagel | Guy Dale
Art Director: Brigitte Knöpfel
Assistent | Set Fotos: Frank Schnelle
song against itself
first line false start first line is the hard part i’ll write a better one in a while i could say ‚good day what is new i’m fine how are you‘ you say ‚okay, okay‘ there’s fresh air on tarmac it’s out front its out back you could easily go home in fact why don’t you go home? why don’t you go home? why don’t you go home? the entertainment is postponed second part still no sense it’s hard n’s and present tense this is a song against itself the way i wrote it or rubbed it out but the increase in my self doubt might be the engine of some necessary change and a kind word about my style is difficult to reconcile with a sense of my own mediocrity my own mediocrity is mostly patiently received and i thank you for your time i appreciate your time but what if i put down this guitar shut up and took you in my arms regardless of who you were if you arrived with him or with her because i realized a stage is just a place for only laughter and disgrace and in a song i can still hide but the body close it cannot i may be here and yet i’m not my head is caught in this random thought it is two times it is also one the time passed the time to come the supposition it is annulled as youre crossing a main road crossing a main road a taxi was involved a cyclist was involved his lower body it was involved and he said ‚close calls of death are an alarm a way of realizing that you are not that special in any way and you may go while others stay and take their tea out on the lawn and consider what you’ve said a bore and your thoughts on this are merely vain or at very least of no consequence‘ but what if i dropped dead on the floor for no clear reason you could find at all and the performance had to pause as you carry me out the door and say it was a good song in its way though you’ve heard better in your day and though it started rather well you found the end a little over theatrical but what if you fell off of your seat right now and died at someone’s feet would your soul rise to a call or is their no soul here at all and just your actions day by day and death’s insistent little way of whispering life into your ear it says you are alive and you are here so what if i put down this guitar shut up and took you in my arms regardless of who you were if you arrived with him or with her coz i realized a stage is just a place for only laughter and disgrace and in a song i can still hide but the body close it cannot
