»triple-tribute«

Es gibt selten einen Liedtext mit einer ganz bestimmten Stelle, die perfekt ist. Die in diesem einen Moment genau dem entspricht, ist was einen bewegt. Genau in diesem Moment und das hat eine Auswirkung. Nämlich, jedesmal, an genau dieser Stelle, wird dieser Moment neu, wieder - perfekt:"And every breath that is in your lungs is a tiny little gift to me, is a tiny little gift to me."

dead leaves and the dirty ground | when I know you're not around | shiny tops and soda pops | when I hear your lips make a sound | when I hear your lips make a sound

thirty notes in the mailbox | will tell ya that I'm coming home | and I think I'm gonna stick around | for a while so you're not alone | for a while so you're not alone

if you can hear a piano fall | you can hear me coming down the hall | if I can just hear your pretty voice | I don't think I need to see at all | don't think I need to see at all

soft hair and a velvet tongue | I wanna give ya what you give to me | and every breath that is in your lungs | is a tiny little gift to me | is a tiny little gift to me

I didn't feel so bad 'til the sun went down | then I come home | no one to wrap my arms around | wrap my arms around

well any man with a microphone | can tell you what he loves the most | and you know why you love at all | if you're thinking of the holy ghost | if you're thinking of the holy ghost

Fall is here, hear the yell | back to school, ring the bell | brand new shoes, walking blues | climb the fence, books and pens | I can tell that we're going to be friends

Walk with me, Suzy Lee | through the park and by the tree | we will rest upon the ground | and look at all the bugs we found | then safely walk to school without a sound

Well here we are, no one else | we walked to school all by ourselves | there's dirt on our uniforms | from chasing all the ants and worms | we clean up and now its time to learn

Numbers, letters, learn to spell | nouns, and books, and show and tell | at playtime we will throw the ball | back to class, through the hall | teacher marks our height against the wall

And we don't notice any time pass | we don't notice anything | we sit side by side in every class | teacher thinks that I sound funny | but she likes the way you sing

Tonight I'll dream while I'm in bed | when silly thoughts go through my head | about the bugs and alphbet | and when I wake tommorow I'll bet | that you and I will walk together again | cause I can tell that we're going to be friends

Das erste Triple-Tribute überhaupt und vielleicht bleibt es auch das einzige. Es gilt drei Songtexten der White Stripes und das haben sie allein deshalb verdient, weil es mir schwer fiel, mich überhaupt für nur drei Texte zu entscheiden.

Vielleicht stellt sich für manche die Frage: warum Songtexte so explizit ausstellen? Weil sie ein kleines Stück Literatur sind, manchmal wie vertonte Gedichte und in vielen Songtexten steckt ein oder mehrere wundervolle Momente: Lustig, traurig, melancholisch, wütend. Und gerade weil das nichts, aber auch rein gar nichts neues ist, gibt es dieses Tribute. Denn manchmal werden diese wunderbaren Texte übersehen oder übersungen. Und bei so manchem Text darf das einfach nicht sein.

Also, das erste Triple-Tribute für Meg und Jack White für:

Dead leaves and the dirty ground
Fell in love with a girl
We're going to be friends

Dieser Song ist vor allem wegen des großartigen Videos von Michel Gondry bekannt. Ein kleiner, kurzer, knackiger Punksong, der natürlich hin geht wo er hin soll: Nach vorne. Die Lyrics sind ein kleines Juwel.

Fell in love with a girl | fell in love once and almost completely | she's in love with the world | but sometimes these feelings
can be so misleading | she turns and says "are you alright?" | I said "I must be fine cause my heart's still beating" | She says "come and kiss me by the riverside, bobby says it's fine he don't consider it cheating."

Red hair with a curl | mellow roll for the flavor | and the eyes for peeping | can't keep away from the girl | these two sides of my brain | need to have a meeting | can't think of anything to do | my left brain knows that | all love is fleeting | she's just looking for something new | and I said it once before | but it bears repeating