Dieser Text möchte, wenn er mal groß ist, zu einem Seemannslied werden. Es fehlen: Refrain und Melodie.
Ich hab ein Schiff, ein Schiff gebaut
gut hundert Ellen lang
Hab zwanzig Jahre wohl gebraucht
bei Met und Hörnerklang
Aus schwarzer Eiche ist der Mast
das Deck von Elfenbein
Aus Seide ist das Segeltuch
und rot wie guter Wein
Dreifach versiegelt ist der Kiel
mit Harz und Wachs und Teer
zu trotzen auch bei Eis und Sturm
dem gnadenlosen Meer
Mit meiner eignen Hände Kraft
die Winden angebracht
das Tau gespannt, das Deck poliert
geschuftet Tag und Nacht
All meine Schätze gab ich her
Die Frau lief mir davon
Nun tausche ich mein letztes Hemd
für'n kleines Fass voll Rum
Wer Mut hat, kommt mit mir an Bord
der Rest, er lebe wohl
Wir singen, saufen, plündern jetzt
bis uns der Teufel holt
Dienstag, 11. November 2014
Fragmente: Fireworks
"It won't work."
"I know."
"Then why risk it? Why bet everything if you know you're gonna lose? You've never been a gambler."
"It's not gambling if you know the outcome."
"The outcome is that you'll lose everything."
"Not everything. Just all I have right now."
"And then what? Start over? Go back to lurking in the shadows?"
"You know me. I've never been a creature of the light."
"And yet you're orbiting a sun. Like pretty much all of us, I might add."
"Swinging by. I don't do orbits."
"So you're what? Halley's Comet?"
"More like a rogue planet."
"Drifting through the void? Collecting dust?"
"Collecting mass. Momentum. Energy."
"For what?"
"A collision course."
"From outside the fucking galaxy? You're bound to miss."
"I know. But it will be close."
"So what?"
"So we'll dance. One frantic, dizzying cosmic dance before we're thrust in opposite directions."
"You'll be dancing with the whole solar system. Disrupting a lot of orbits."
"And hopefully cause some collisions."
"And all this for what?"
I smile. "I've always loved fireworks."
"I know."
"Then why risk it? Why bet everything if you know you're gonna lose? You've never been a gambler."
"It's not gambling if you know the outcome."
"The outcome is that you'll lose everything."
"Not everything. Just all I have right now."
"And then what? Start over? Go back to lurking in the shadows?"
"You know me. I've never been a creature of the light."
"And yet you're orbiting a sun. Like pretty much all of us, I might add."
"Swinging by. I don't do orbits."
"So you're what? Halley's Comet?"
"More like a rogue planet."
"Drifting through the void? Collecting dust?"
"Collecting mass. Momentum. Energy."
"For what?"
"A collision course."
"From outside the fucking galaxy? You're bound to miss."
"I know. But it will be close."
"So what?"
"So we'll dance. One frantic, dizzying cosmic dance before we're thrust in opposite directions."
"You'll be dancing with the whole solar system. Disrupting a lot of orbits."
"And hopefully cause some collisions."
"And all this for what?"
I smile. "I've always loved fireworks."
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