The Night Café Blues

Da wir seid dem Dreiviertelkasten wieder alle motiviert sind, schöne Dinge zu machen (alte wie neue Kastenwesen), hat Dorothea gleich mal vorgelegt und einen ersten Aufschlag zu einem wundervollen Text zum “Nacht Café” verfasst. Ich habe mir dann mal die gemeinsame Weiter- und Fertigstellung erlaubt, und Tammi hat im Nullkommanix eine Gitarrenstimmung gebastelt! Danke auch an Erwin, der sich nun schon ein weiteres Mal als Kamerawesen hervortut.


The Night Café Blues
(als Pdf)

THE CAFÉ:

The Light’s getting dimmer
by ingenious design,
the clock’s striking two,
just like crossing a line
No matter the daytime, it always strikes true
announcing our regular rendezvous

Not strictly exclusive,
yet ever
elusive
Siren’s songs, (-) obtrusive and clever,
hinting at purpose and noble endeavor

Water me down
with your strongest liquor
and coffee to stay
The air’s getting thicker,
it just turned dark in the midst of the day,
‘cause someone opened the NightCafé

There are stains on the ceiling,
confusion around,
there is disorder, decay,
the smoke is profound
The clients around here don’t mind it that way,
it’s just to their liking, in the NightCafé

            THE BLUES:

Are they searching for something
they can hardly define?
Are they here for the liquor,
the weed, and the wine?
It certainly seems they’ve got nothing to lose;

While they are trapped in the Night Café blues

Reclusive, Delusive
pour another cup
intrusive, abusive,
another follow-up
The hour is elusive
But the clock is inconclusive

THE REGULARS 1:

There is this guy
I’ve met at the job
He’s doing quite well,
you could say he’s on top
of his game, (-) all the same, he still fell
like all the others under the spell

Then there’s a person of
imagination
Haunted by a beast
of his own fabrication
circling his mind like sharks at a feast,
intoxicated, to say the least
(and it can’t be contained, once it is released)

At the back, sits a girl
of suspense and mystique
she is playing the same game
but in quite another league
to all the actors here, the rules are the same
we’re in the same picture, but she’s in another frame

You will certainly know
the one called The Driver
He is selling his car,
but the man’s a survivor
He’s been changing the business and got a guitar
playing for regulars at the Night Café Bar

            THE BLUES:

Are they searching for something
they can hardly define?
Are they here for the liquor,
the weed, and the wine?
It certainly seems they’ve got nothing to lose;

While they are dancing their the Night Café blues

Reclusive, Delusive
pour another cup
intrusive, abusive,
another follow-up
The hour is elusive
But the clock is inconclusive

THE REGULARS 2:

One toast to a lady of
inclination
to ignite a certain
aspiration
she is going to sing about longing and hurting
in a voice that is equally chilling and flirting

One client, he claims
he is measuring planets,
I am getting acceptive
so I believe that he can it
he looks like a thinker, but looks are deceptive
is he a master of thoughts – or is he their captive?

It’s all the same,
past two in the night,
And as the hour keeps shrinking
as it fades out of sight
no one quite knows what the keeper is thinking
but she keeps pouring drinks, and the clients keep drinking

She’s expert at this
she is holding her ground
we’re softly directed
to have another round
as far as I know, no soul has objected
while no one recalls who got her elected

            THE BLUES:

Are we searching for something
we can hardly define?
Or are we here for the liquor,
the weed, and the wine?
It certainly seems we’ve got nothing to lose;

While they we singing our Night Café blues

Reclusive, Delusive
pour another cup
intrusive, abusive,
another follow-up
The hour is elusive
But the clock is inconclusive


EXTRO:

There have been drifters,
and vagrants, and strays,
they stopped, passing through
and left with amaze
If you’re out there somewhere, this line goes to you
there is always that place that opens at two

And then there’s the writer
of what you have heard;
entangled in lines
of mispronounced words
A jawsmith, a jester, of rhythm and rhyme,
your humbleNight Café pantomime

Most of us look
for sure expended
any quest for a goal
by now suspended
holding on to these cups is taking a toll
our coffee is not for the heart, but the soul

There are claims to be made
and boasts to uphold
quests to pursue
Too early to fold
If the hour went by, we’ll just start it anew
for just as long
as we’re Night Café blue

Signatur_Lukas

 

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