ZEITEN & ZEICHEN LIVE
A Tag wie heut (A Day Like Today)
Lyrics: Hubert von Goisern
Where are the saints, where are the sinners
Where are the old ones, where are the children
Where are the deaf, where are the blind
Where is the right wing, where is the left crowd
Where are the Muslims, where are the Buddhists
Where are the Jews, where are the Christians
Where are the hoodooists, where are the voodooists
Where are the Baha'is and where are the Ras-ta-fari?
On a day like today
When they are ringing all the bells
And when the sky is wide
Come everybody now let's celebrate it
It's a big delight
g'sundheit - skol - cheers – salute – viva – na zdravie - masel tov - prost !!!
Come on, sit down with me, no matter who you're with
Perhaps the capitalist or a lost communist
If you're from Hinterstoder, chewing organic grains
If you're the super duper, winner, champion of the world
Or coming on the very last train
On a day like today
When the music plays
When the sky is wide
Come everybody, now let's celebrate it
It's a big delight
Join in
Take a break
Raise your glass
Be it water, juice or wine
Fill your tankard
With beer
Come sit with me here...
El Ektro (Electro)
Lyrics: Hubert von Goisern
I don't want to dance
Dance! I don't want to dance!
And where are all the plants?
I need the plants to barricade myself in!
Does anybody have a clue, do you have a clue?
Does anybody have a clue?
Electro
Where's the champagne, yo
And what kind of substances are these then
Is this within tolerances?
I don't need any pills
To fulfil my wishes
I can chill without pills
When will the end come?
When will the bend come?
When will the electric shock come?
Do you have a long lead?
Digital …
Electro
This isn't Chicago
Nor yet Dusseldorf
That isn't electricity either – right?
And certainly not a river current – right?
What is it then?
It's a brook – man!!!!
Brook? Oh brook ...
Dunkelblau (Dark Blue)
Lyrics: Hubert von Goisern
You don't know from whence I come
And you don't know where I'm going
You don't know my name either
And don't know for what I stand
I'm not the one you'd like to have
I'm not your bow, not your arrow
And having never belonged to anything
I'm the opposite of nothing
My love is like the desert
Made only for a goddess
And I want to kiss only her
My queen of the night
I am the weeping, not the laughter
I am not paradise
I don't carry you in my hands
And don't fetch for you the golden fleece
I live only one of the tides
Know only the ebb, not the flow
And if you want to accompany me
You'll need all your courage
My love is like the desert
Made only for a goddess
And I want to kiss only her
My queen of the night
Eiweiß (Protein)
Lyrics: Hubert von Goisern
Imagine, a polar bear
Strolling towards you
A very elegant fellow
And conspicuously slim
He reaches out to you
With his oh so threatened paw
And before he takes a bite out of you
He says: I just need some protein!
Protein, protein
I just need a little protein
Protein, protein
At any price
He'd love to be vegan
And be content with just sucking pebbles
But he prefers bones
Why doesn't anybody understand that
He'd like to become a Tibetan
Some day in the future
But for now, he lives in the Arctic
And is a polar bear
Protein, protein
I just need a little protein
Protein, protein
Protein at any price
Peas, lentils, choco bananas
His ancestors never knew
Nuts, tomatoes, fruit, bean sprouts
Are out of the question
Protein, protein
I just need a little protein
Protein, protein
Protein at any price
He doesn't want your loving
Wants no sweet kisses
He doesn't want a mango
Or meat substitute
The protein he wants
Has to be bloody
Otherwise a polar bear
Doesn't like to take a bite
Yabba dabba do …
But can anyone tell me
What the Mexicans are doing here?
And what rhymes with Mariachi?
Count 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13 …
Fibonacci
Novemberpferde (November Horses)
Lyrics: Hubert von Goisern
November horses stand at the lake
They're dreaming of the first snow
And waiting quite calmly
Their manes,
Lit by the first rays of the morning sun
Are reflected in the dark, clear water
When quietly begins the journey of snowflakes
Ascending like stars from the depths below
And with their brothers sinking from heaven
Bring forth innocence to us once more
And every mountain, the whole wide world
And with it the herd of white, dreaming horses
Will sink into the white and disappear
So poets and dreamers can reinvent them
And when the muses of fantasy
Slacken the reins
On people, the plants and all the creatures
Then a new tale will arise
A new star, in a fresh new light
A new world will be recreated
Do you hear the quiet, innocent airs
Ascending as rhymes from deep down below
And with their brothers sinking as songs
Together they're bringing forth life once more
And every mountain, the whole wide world
And with it the herd of white, dreaming horses
Arises again and won't pass away
'Til poets and fools insist once more
November horses stand at the shore
Dreaming up the first fall of snow…
Rastlose Liebe (Restless Love)
Lyrics: J. W. Goethe / Arr.: Hubert von Goisern
Through suffering
I'd rather struggle
Than renounce so many joys
So many joys of life
How can I escape,
And move towards heaven?
All the drifting
From one heart to another
Oh, how strange
Oh, how strange
It causes such pain!
How should I escape,
And move towards heaven?
All is in vain!
'Cause joy without peace
That's what love is!
Against snow and rain
Through wind and through pain
Across steaming gorges
Enchanting scents
Always onward moving
And never resting
And never at peace
How should I flee,
And move heavenwards
All is in vain!
'Cause joy without peace
That's what love is!
That's what love is!
Brauner Reiter (Brown Rider)
Lyrics: Hubert von Goisern
Come, tired rider
You've been travelling much too long
And you won't find it
The Holy Grail, or the Philosopher's Stone
So climb down from your steed, open your eyes
Then lay your tired head
On the soft, green moss and let go
Don't you see the writing on the wall
Don't you smell the blood on some people's hands
Come, brown rider
Your horse is tired and it
Doesn't want to go much further
The dream of pure blood people
And of chosen nations has failed
Awake now and laugh
And don't cling to these sick ideas
Let us sing and dance to new songs
Tired brown rider
Your horse doesn't want to go on
If your mother could see you now
She'd smile and fan you with cool, fresh air
And she would say: no reason to complain
The war's long over, you're back home again
Come, take off your heavy, leather, black boots
Don't you see the writing on the wall?
Don't you smell the blood on some people's hands?
Future Memories
Lyrics: Hubert von Goisern
Once in a while time hides itself from me
As if the world is holding its breath
And for a moment everything stands still
As if a heartbeat has been missed
Only years later
An image comes along with a memory long gone
Then there are days that go so fast
And you can't grasp what's going on
And just before you know what happened
You realise a year went by
Only years later, a wind brings along a scent
And with it comes a memory of days long gone
What remains of our chase
Just hides from time to time
And waits until the noise has ebbed away
Then in the moment when
Your mind is free and lazy
A memory so faint and silent for so long
Finds its way to you
In every moment of my life
There has been something I received
I often didn't realise
What made me poor, what made me rich
Until much later on the wind comes a song
From old times and brings a memory along
What remains of our chase
Just hides from time to time
And waits until the noise has ebbed away
Then in the moment when
Your mind is free and lazy
A memory so faint and silent for so long
Finds its way to you
Grönlandhai (Greenland Shark)
Lyrics: Hubert von Goisern
A Greenland shark once dreamed
Of a holiday in Hawaii
Of a hot shark wife
And sometimes of two
He was the last of his kind
For a good five hundred years
It was time he took a mate
That was clear to him
(not sung – only thought:)
"From his head to his tail fin, he was attuned to eating
Yes, that was his world and there was nothing else
But now there's love, yes only love counts
In his cold, dark world and nothing else"
He was the last of his kind
For a good five hundred years
And since being on holiday
Had dreamed of a troupe of shark children
Meiner Seel' (Upon My Soul)
Lyrics: Hubert von Goisern
For many thousand years
Truth has been simply clear as day
But suddenly it's awry
Warped and relative
Upon my soul
Upon my soul
How come there are so many fools
Blue after all ain't yellow
And red ain't green
The Danube ain't the Rhine
And Linz ain't Vienna
Say, is it just a dream
Where do they all come from
And have the fools all now
Conspired with each other?
Will it leave of its own accord?
Is a purpose perhaps fulfilled?
Or is stupidity a mere privilege?
Blue after all ain't yellow
And red ain't green
The Danube ain't the Rhine
And Linz ain't Vienna
One person has a parrot
Another has a crow
If we don't feed them, they might
Fly away again
Spåt (Late)
Good night, it's late already
They're turning the lights off
Cover yourself up, lay down beside me
And let's fall asleep
Freunde ... (Friends ...)
Lyrics: Hubert von Goisern
This is the story of Bedrich Löwy
He was born in Bohemia
And had the gift of crowning lyrics with his rhymes
When he turned five, his family moved to Vienna
For within the monarchy, they said, you could move anywhere
In the city on the Danube he went to school and studied law
He played football, but early on he was kissed by the muses
And from that moment no longer called himself Bedrich Löwy
but simply Fritz – Beda – Löhner
He wrote pieces for theatre
Poems, songs and schlager too
About a little place in the Lobau
Of a girl with eyes blue like violets
Of people who lost their hearts in Heidelberg
Blissful and head over heels in love with each other
In 1913 Fritz Beda met the already famous Franz Lehár
His Merry Widow had made him
An absolute superstar
Together with Franz, Fritz now wrote
Operettas for the whole world to the glory of them both
Works like: The Stargazer and Friederika
The Land of Smiles, The World Is Beautiful and finally – Giuditta!
Friends, life is worth living
With such a song, whose thoughts would ever turn
To the no longer distant Armageddon
Franz dedicated the work
To Benito Mussolini. I would've liked to ask him why, to maybe understand
It's from Giuditta, what we are hearing now
About how wonderful it is to be among the living
Yes it was a land of smiles, but unfortunately not for long
Because all signs pointed to Armageddon
Yes, Fritz and Franz were two friends, but when it came to it
And the banality of evil spilled across Austria
Franz, the master of melody, became a master of cowardice
For although he knew Goebbels and Hitler personally
And they both called him their favourite composer
He didn't have the courage to speak for his friend
But let he who is without sin cast the first stone…
It was March the twelfth, when the hounds were released
The beast fell across the land, gathering a great haul
Not just of gold and riches, but steadfast people too
The very next day the Nazi mob fetched
Fritz Beda Löhner too, for he was a Jew.
And two weeks later, with the so-called celebrity transport
He was carted off with 150 others
First they were taken to Dachau and from there soon
They headed north to Buchenwald, and there
In this unspeakable place he wrote together with Hermann Leopoldi
His final song – his words of farewell:
Of mornings of horror and hearts full of worries
Of short nights and long days
Of not lamenting one's fate
And in spite of it all, saying yes to life
Until the day, be it far from now
Life would hold freedom for all again
Of not letting anybody rob you of courage
And above all not beginning to hate oneself
And of the songs that long ago
They sang in a distant, distant homeland
Friends, life is worth living…
Who would think on hearing this song
Of dark times and the armageddon
Then Fritz came to Auschwitz, where he was slain
And what remained was burned or buried in the ground
The man, who in these fateful years
Had given the world such beautiful songs, never learned
That his daughters Eva and Lotti, together with his wife Helene
Had already flown to heaven ahead of him like burning swans
When it was all over, Franz protested that
He had known nothing about his friends' dance of death
Oh signora, oh signorina,
Tender sounds the cavatina
And the most beautiful of its songs
Still sound the way they always have
Life is beautiful
So beautiful!
Sünder (Sinners)
Lyrics: Hubert von Goisern
Sinners
Hey, tell me – where will we run
Hey, tell me – where will we run
Where will we run
On the final day
Will we run to the woods?
But the wood cries, I'm already burned down
The wood cries, I'm already burned down
I went up in smoke long ago
And I cry to the woods
Who started the fire
Who started the fire
Tell us, who it was
Nobody knows how long this can continue
Nobody knows how long this can continue
Nobody knows how long this can continue
Nobody knows how long
Nobody knows what the oaf has in mind yet
Nobody knows what the oaf has in mind yet
Nobody knows what the oaf has in mind yet
Over there in America
Nobody knows when the next one will go crazy
Nobody knows when the next one will go crazy
Nobody knows when the next one will go crazy
Nobody knows that now
Hey, come on tell me, where are we heading
Hey, come on tell me, where are we heading
Where are we heading
On that final day
Even the children are pointing at the sinners
Even the children are pointing at the sinners
The children point at the sinners
Every Friday
Power …!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nobody knows how long the world can take this
Nobody knows how long the world can take this
Nobody knows how long the world can take this
Nobody knows how long
Everyone knows how long we'll have a shelter
Everyone knows how long we'll have a shelter
Everyone knows how long we'll have a shelter
Nobody knows for how long
Where shall we run when everything is burning
Where shall we run when everything is burning
Where shall we run
On the final day
Even the children are pointing at the sinners
Even the children are pointing at the sinners
They point at the sinners
Every Friday
Wildschütz Räp (Poacher's Rap)
On a beautiful Sunday very early in the morning
The poacher ties his coarsely-sewn shoes
He goes up the mountain with his old Waffenrad
Because a mountain bike is only for a weak calf
A few hours later the hunter is drinking his coffee
Suddenly there is a bang up in the heights
Reserl says: "Franz don't put up with this
Everybody who shoots in our mountains must pay"
Holladjauridladi, Holladjauridladi
Holladjauridladi, Holladjauridla
Holladjauridladleidiadjeidiadjauridiridldüå
Franz, not being a boring man climbs up the wall
and finds the poacher with a knife in his hand
He shot a chamois, that is not allowed
This baby does not even have a driver's licence
He shouts at him: "It is over with you
Because I am the hunter and the chamois is mine
I am the sheriff, I am the forester
But into the heavens you go first
Do what I tell you boy, keep silent
You wouldn't be the first one to fall down
Put on your hat, throw down your rifle
Now nothing will ever help you"
Holladjauridladi, Holladjauridladi
Holladjauridladi, Holladjauridla
Holladjauridladleidiadjeidiadjauridiridldüå
There's lightning and thunder, it rattles and bangs
You hear how the poacher laughs
There he's gone, there flies a stone
And hits the hunter's shin bone
But once I have him, he won't escape me
But once I have him, he won't escape me
But once I have him, he won't escape me
He won't escape me
What a real poacher is, he has hunting in his blood
His place is up in the mountain and his hat is dashing
Down in the valley there's a cow
but unfortunately the boy's just drinking hard
And after a few schnapps and after a few beers
He suddenly sees two cows
Holladjauridladi, Holladjauridladi
Holladjauridladi, Holladjauridla
Holladjauridladleidiadjeidiadjauridiridldüå
Brenna tuats guat (It Burns Well)
Music: HvG | Arrangement: Pohn/Trogbacher/Schartlmüller
where is the place
where the devil spawns his children
where is the place
where everything comes together
where is the fire
hey, where's the lightning strike
where's the barn
where's the hut that's burning
are we having bad luck or is everything going well
are we falling over or getting attention
are we thin or fat
having bad luck or good
deal the blows, tell the truth
whether we're worried or happy
if we were christians we'd have known
where the devil's wreaking havoc
everyone knows that
money doesn't grow on trees
and neither can you eat it
but it burns well
but we stoke up the wheat
and the turnips and the maize
if we keep on stoking
it'll all go to hell
where's the money
that nobody can find
why doesn't anybody have any shame
how come these people are always here
who lie, who hide the truth
and when they don't get what they want
they steal it
the devil should catch these crooks
where's the place
where the devil
spawns his children
where everything comes together
where is the fire
where's the lightning strike
where's the hut
where's the barn that's burning
everyone knows ...
Neuer Tag (New Day)
somewhere right now, the sun is rising
and a new day is coming
full of hope that everything will get better
or full of fear that it would be over and past
these days are rolling in and rolling out
rolling along
like water flows to the sea
and rising and falling and coming down as rain
back to earth
Weit, Weit Weg (Far, Far Away)
The days are shorter now
and leaves are falling from the trees
and on the pasture, there's already snow
A cold wind blows from the mountains
the sun has already set
and I would like to have you near me
You're now so far, far away
so far, far away from me
It hurts me and how
You were like the summer wind
blowing through my hair
like a warm rain on the skin
I still smell your wet hair
I still feel your hand on my face
and how you look deep into my eyes
You're now so far, far away
so far, far away from me
It hurts me and how
Now it's nearly a month since
we held each other
and sank into each other's arms
Sometimes it seems like yesterday to me
and sometimes like an eternity
and sometimes I worry it was a dream
You're now so far, far away
so far, far away from me
It hurts me and how
Heast As Nit (Can't You Hear)
Can't you hear
how the time flies
Huidiei jodleiri Huidiridi
Just yesterday
People talked very differently
Huidiei jodleiridldüeiouri
The young have become old
and the old have died
Duliei, Jodleiridldudieiouri
And yesterday has become today
and today is soon tomorrow
Huidiei jodleiri huidiridi
Can't you hear
Can't you hear
Huideridiri
Hollareiridiridldoueio hållouri
Can't you hear, how the time flies
Can't you hear, how the time flies ...
Dunkelrot (Dark Red)
Lyrics: Hubert von Goisern
I don't know from whence I've come
I don't know where I'm going
I have many thousands of names
And don't know for what they stand
I'm not the one I'd like to be
I'm neither bow nor arrow
I just know that I belong to you
I'm your dancer on the tightrope
And my love knows no beginning
And neither does it know death
Even when I'm long gone
It shines on for you, dark red
I show you crying and laughter
The downfall and paradise
I'll carry you with my strong hands
And fetch the golden fleece for you
I'll go with you through ups and downs
The low tides and the high
And I will hold you and escort you
To the heavens
If you want
And my love knows, no beginning
And neither does it know the death
Even when I will be long gone
It shines on for you dark red
Our love knows no beginning
And neither does it know the death
And even when we're long gone
It will still shine, dark red ...