Orange leaves are falling, Colder winds are calling. Dreary, wet and bleak, Yet wondrous colours Kiss my cheek. Yellow, red and crumbling fire Herald ho! the antlered Sire. He shall put the world to sleep, And milky sunlight in his keep. Whispering chatter in the air...
Pregnant riches trickling sweet, Hot and soaken thinnest sheet, Gasping in the brilliant glare; My heart’s fires gasp and flare. Caught in Life’s impudent lair, A vulgar mist thickens the air. It blurs my vision, steaming hot, Like swollen fruits before they rot....
When trees burst into dreadful life Alongside their eternal strive; When newborn colours naughtily explode And branches ache under their load; When laughing birds reclaim their quarters, Sparkling in the midst of falling waters, They greet their lazy kin which lie...
Secret stories dampened huts allow, Sweat and salt upon my brow But the Tuk-Tuk keeps on moving. Open hearts tell many tales Which the fading moon unveils But the Tuk-Tuk keeps on moving. Carried on through timeless space By melodies of haunting grace When the Tuk-Tuk...
Wenn die Bergarbeiter tagen Und sich erheben unter Tagen Ihr Kapitalisten, gebt gut Acht. Denn Euch ist kurz‘ Prozess gemacht! Ihr Kumpel aus der ganzen Welt, Vereint Euch unter einem Zelt! In Peru und Indien sprießt die Saat; Oh herrlich kühles Kübelbad....
(N)Euer Senf – mittelscharf, wenn’s geht