Showing posts with label Heirate Mich. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Heirate Mich. Show all posts

2009-08-20

LILT: Heirate Mich 3.0

Some changes and promotion:
See him creeping round the churchyard
For a whole year he's been alone
His sorrow's blows have driven him mad
He sleeps each night by her headstone

There by the bell tower sleeps a stone
I alone can read its text
The fence is a red rooster's throne
He was once the live heart in your breast

On the paling fear is impaled
Now each night I dig down to see
To find and keep close what remains
Of the face that once smiled for me

I spend eternal night there with the bells
A lonely beast cowed in my private hell
I seek each new night, and day is my cell
You once again foil me so well

Come back to me

I dig with my bare hands deep down
To find that which I have most missed
The moon wears her most gorgeous gown
Your cold mouth begs to be kissed

I take you gently by the arm
Your skin parts like cobwebs tearing
And you are losing all your parts
As you elude me once again

I spend eternal night there with the bells
A lonely beast cowed in my private hell
I seek each new night, and day is my cell
You once again foil me so well

Come back to me

So I take to me all your remains
The night is hot and we are bare
The damned cock greets the dawn again
I leave him lying beheaded there


[lyrics][discuss]

2009-08-18

LILT: Heirate Mich 1.2

See him creeping round the churchyard
For a whole year he's been alone
His sorrow's blows have driven him mad
He sleeps each night by her headstone

There by the bell tower sleeps a stone
I alone can read its text
The fence is a red rooster's throne
He was once the live heart in your breast

On the paling fear is impaled
Now each night I dig down to see
To find and keep close what remains
Of the face that once smiled for me

I spend eternal night there with the bells
A lonely beast cowed in his private hell
I seek each new night, and day is my cell
You once again foil me so well

Come back to me

I dig with my bare hands deep down
To find that which I have most missed
The moon wears her most gorgeous gown
Your cold mouth begs to be kissed

I take you gently by the arm
Your skin parts like cobwebs tearing
And you are losing all your parts
As you escape me once again

I spend eternal night there with the bells
A lonely beast cowed in his private hell
I seek each new night, and day is my cell
You once again foil me so well

Come back to me

So I take to heart all your remains
The night is hot and we are bare
The damned cock greets morning again
I leave him lying beheaded there


[lyrics][discuss]

2009-08-16

LILT: Heirate Mich 1.1

Moving forward, a bit:
See him creeping round the churchyard
For a whole year he's been alone
His sorrow's blows have driven him mad
He sleeps each night by her headstone

There by the bell tower sleeps a stone
I alone can read its text
The fence is a red rooster's throne
He was once the live heart in your breast

On the paling fear is impaled
Each night I now dig down to see
To find and hold close what remains
Of the face that once smiled for me

I spend eternal night there with the bells
A lonely beast cowered in his own hell
I seek each new night, and day is my cell
You once again foil me so well

Come back to me

With my bare hands I dig deep down
To find that which I have most missed
The moon wears her most gorgeous gown
Your cold mouth asks to be kissed

I take you gently by the arm
Your skin parts like cobwebs tearing
And you are losing all your parts
As you escape me once again

I spend eternal night there with the bells
A lonely beast cowered in his own hell
I seek each new night, and day is my cell
You once again foil me so well

Come back to me

So I take to heart all your remains
The night is hot and we are bare
The damned cock greets morning again
I leave him lying beheaded there

[lyrics][discuss]

2009-08-09

LILT: Heirate Mich 1.0

It's a great song. Nobody will ever accuse Rammstein of taking their subject matter too seriously, but this one is particularly irreverent. It's also damned tricky to rework. I've got the basics down, but I don't know that it'll ever flow as it should. The last verse is particularly ugly and the purists won't like the changed refrain, so forgive me:

See him creeping round the churchyard
For a whole year he's been alone
His sorrow's blows have driven him mad
He sleeps each night by her headstone

There by the bell tower sleeps a stone
I alone can read its text
The fence is the red rooster's throne
He was once the live heart in your breast

On the fence the fear is impaled
Each night I now dig down to see
To find and keep close what remains
Of the face that once smiled for me

I spend eternal night there by the bells
A lonely beast cowered in his own hell
I seek each new night, the day is my cell
You once again foil me so well

Come back to me

With my bare hands I dig deep down
To find that which I have most missed
The moon wears her most gorgeous gown
Your cold mouth asks to be kissed

I take you gently by the arm
Your skin tears like tissue then
And you are losing all your parts
As you escape me once again

I spend eternal night there by the bells
A lonely beast cowered in his own hell
I seek each new night, the day is my cell
You once again foil me so well

Come back to me

So I take to heart all your remains
The night is hot and we are bare
The damned cock greets morning again
I leave him lying beheaded there


[lyrics][discuss]

2009-08-08

Heirate Mich? Rette Mich!

I've begun work on Heirate Mich, because it's a great song, and it has my favourite guitar solo in the whole, wide world in it. I may have bitten off more than I can chew though. The cadence in some of the verse is insane. It's like verbal lace.

I imagine Lindemann put a fair bit of time into nailing those lines down, because he sings it fast enough to cause me problems, and enunciates every syllable. Smart-arse.

I will have to impose my own cadence on a fair amount of this song, I reckon, which is really annoying. I get a lot of satisfaction from matching his rhythms as closely as possible, so marching to my own drummer is not ideal. Sodding, bloody, German, bloody clever-clogs.

[discuss]