The Orchards
From the EP Berlin, released in 2006/384.
The lyrics don't carry much weight by their words' meaning; as lyrics often don't, they then require some and/or accomodate any and all 🙌 Hineininterpretierung. Or, I suppose, provoke.. Herausgefühltes? 🤷 Much like (much) poetry, an art form I never cared for much because of its bare aesthetics, its apparent lack of meaning not compensated for at all by music after all.
Wie dem auch sei, this repeated 🎶 Bewegung entsteht durch Haltung inspired my first tattoo, at the time. Coincidentally the only tattoo (out of four) I later wished I'd saved the patch of skin real estate from. :l Oh such a time-ago, be counting it in decades any year now. 🫥 At least the worry of sagging old skin deforming tattoos remains unfounded. For now. Not a (silly, tribal) sleeve (or tramp) tattoo (or some such), after all.
for an <aside>..
<..find' es großartig.. ⑊ du hast immer Haltung> In the blue dawns of summer We revoked silence and its claws On the day they swore ⑊ not to betray their men In the blue dawns of summer Black writing on wet walls Lets us float in a stupor of blood Bewegung entsteht durch Haltung So we are left to wander Through hollow ropes of sand We who came here for gold We who brought the sword Wine, milk and secret wars Into the orchards we slide A call to worship a blind king reborn Bewegung entsteht durch Haltung Through the streets and fields Crowded with lovers Again In tombs, in forests Again
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