Young Years
Up or down the mountain
Cut the grass and hide Dipped into the fountain Grabbed what passed as ride Blindness was good eyesight Love was pain and tugs Be quick, be cool, be bright Love was like a drug They would always see the sunrise Smoke thick in heads and eyes Somewhere there they sensed the burden Thought that this was life Grasped at what seemed further Thought that this was life Vice and valor vied Debate, goals and traps All were chopped and sliced Tripped to dance to steps Up or down the mountain Love was pain and drugs Dipped into the fountain Love always tugged They would always see the spear’s flight With their high-heeled heads alight Sometime they would scratch the markings All was wrong and right At the bottom there was darkness All was wrong and right Young, young and careless, heavy of heart Young, young and careless, heavy of heart Young, young and careless, heavy of heart Young, young and careless, heavy of heart Care or couldn’t care less Pull their weight to start Have to hide their bareness And hope for lucky stars See all the unfairness Where every side is marred Yet have to take their parts Have to take their parts Have to take part Have to take part Laughed, laughed and lumbered, stood and fell Laughed, laughed and lumbered, stood and fell Jumped, jumped and stumbled, had to tell Jumped, jumped and stumbled, had to tell All ran like water To try, to taste Known and thought up To push, to sway To wet the skin Scare and be fun It felt within Caressed and cut And sometimes drew blood Sometimes drew blood Water to blood Water to blood Be quick, be cool, be bright Or get tripped to dance to steps Cut more grass and hide Debate, goals and traps Blindness was good eyesight Love and friendship vied All were chopped and sliced And they grabbed what passed as ride They would always see the stations With no stations anywhere in sight They really tried to bank elation All was wrong and all was right Held on by frustration Thought that this was life Emptiness cannot be filled Emptiness cannot be filled There is no emptiness that is filled There is no emptiness that is filled Empty, emptiness Empty, emptiness Young, young and careless, heavy of heart Young, young and careless, heavy of heart Young, young and careless, heavy of heart Young, young and careless, heavy ……… |
Words and music by Combert Schöffer.
Opgenomen door Sylvia Vermeulen in Studio Moskou. |