🇩🇪 Wermut

HOFFNUNG, released in 2005/379, was an album bearing quite some cultural baggage. Apart from the obligatory biblical 🙌 Bible, and of course straight away, by way of its album title and an eponymous track, Friedrich Schiller, there was Marlene Dietrich to be found, as well as, buchstäblich again, a hazy ancient motive as die Wilde Jagd.

This “Eli, Eli” then though – its b1-th, or 6th track – brought ~27-year-old Frits quite the void to scream into, in times of great despair. Apparently played it – even @.86 is ok – literal dozens of times at the time. Clearly words fell and would fall short for this, that short moment. 🤷

Eli, Eli

Mi pater, si possibile est
Transeat a me calix iste, verumtamen –
Non sicut ego volo, sed sicut tu

Pater me, si non potest
  ille calix transire
     nisi bibam illum?
Fiat voluntas tua

Spiritus quidem promptus est,
Caro autem infirma

❲..enig enigszins
inhoudelijk gepast maar vormelijk gênant
gezwollen gezongen Frans
zwischendrin..❳

Seul
Sans une ombre
Sans un souffle
Dans cette aube nouvelle

Seul
Dans ce jardin
En ce matin
En cette heure solennelle

Seul
Si seul

Seul
En cette attente
Ma volonté vacille
Mon cœur s'égare

Seul
Si seul

Et circa horam nonam clamavit Iesus
Voce magna dicens:
Eli! Eli! Lema sabacthani!
Hoc est
Deus meus, Deus meus
Ut quid dereliquisti me..

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