BESIDE YOU

the sun flies crashing
down into the pool
ripples white flashing
drowning the fool
while all of a sudden
i’m lacking the clue
the dragonfly dances
a humble waltz
for you

shadowboxers tremble
on a stony ridge
where ever they amble
they can’t find the bitch
their costumes flutter
the pretenders coo
well it just don’t matter
i’m catching glimpses
of you

the victim’s still bleeding
couldn’t even shout
there’s no use in trying
too scared is the crowd

the gambler rises
to aim his cue
i think i know where he’s striking at
so i’m standing
beside you

(Ralf Neite)

KATHARINA

two in the morning
in steps katharina
so tender and slender and tall

she opens the blinds
and a hole in the clouds
leaves a passage for the light of the moon

and still i believe that
it was the north wind who told her
to get going without a word
now for years i’ve been standing
watching and waiting
listening for the sounds of the night

her silhouette dances
away from the window
vanishing in the dark of her room

a moment later
from the frame of the front door
she emerges and isn’t seen again

and still i believe that
it was the north wind who told her
to get going without a word
now for years i’ve been standing
watching and waiting
listening for the sounds of the night

two in the morning
in steps katharina
so tender and slender and fair

she pulls down the blinds
hides the moon in the clouds
and wonders if she’s been there before

and still i believe that
it was the north wind who told her
to get going without just one word
now for years i’ve been standing
watching and waiting
listening to the sad songs of the night

(Ralf Neite)


LITTLE THINGS

little songs and little things come to my mind this morning.
i seem to be floating on a stream in an boat,
passing by the world on both banks.

every little scene gives a sigh and says "i go."
world's pleasure and pain, like brother and sister,
lift their pathetic eyes upon my face from afar.

homely love peeps from her cottage corner
to give me her passing glance.
with eager eyes i gaze from my hearts window
on to the heart of the world.

and feel that with all its good and bad
it is lovable.

little things and little songs come to my mind this morning.

(Musik: Michael Postier; Text: Tagore)

PICTURE OF A BOY

well you know – the saddest time of year
heatwaves come down on your hometown
clouds so high above the sky
i can’t touch, not once in my life

i once had a name and i once knew a woman
maybe she was my wife
but of all the shattered parts scattered behind me
there’s one remaining perfect and intact

picture of a boy
standing uncertain
yet glad to be here and alive
if I had it my way
he’d grow straight and tall
but oh, how can he

sun hanging still over cobblestone street
smolder and melt under my feet
as i try to remember the coolness of the sea
dying

i once was a child, yes i know this for certain
i see me walk out – alone – and happy
some people use to say time is a circle
but moments never come again

like a picture of a boy
standing uncertain
yet glad to be here and alive
if I had it my way
he’d grow straight and tall
but oh, how can he

(Ralf Neite)


RAGE

night in the town
the wind grows stronger
harder than ever before

there’s a rage in the east
and i can hear it
coming my way

concrete falling
to dust and memory
watchers waiting in line

so i hide the newspapers
from the eyes of children
cause children i hope
they’ll might be for a while

playing their games
with little cute mangas
fighting each other
and never die

firemen get weary
from being heroes
and a fire they cannot defeat

cause the cavemen have grown
so’s noone can find them
some of the boys won’t come home

if i could pray
i’d pray night and day
but i can’t

so i hide the newspapers
from the eyes of children
cause children i hope
they’ll might be for a while

playing their games
with little cute mangas
fighting each other
and never die

(Ralf Neite)

SMOKE

smoke creep over land
from a hill afar
i wonder what is burning so
high and hot and dark

airplane fly through sky
from a town afar
and i wonder how it can float so fast
straight into the storm

take heed, take heed of the western wind
carried by breaking waves
your sheltering rock might be tossed about
with no place left

water down on smoke
from a sea afar
i wonder if there’s anything
not going down in fire

lizard climb on rock
stealing away from the head
i stand and watch with burning eyes
then turn on rootless feat

take heed, take heed of the western wind
carried by breaking waves
your sheltering rock might be tossed about
with no place left

(Ralf Neite)