Our warm chairs

2019.03.14, by Ansel
Filed under Blues, Grief, Literature, Music, Poetry

Sung to the melody of “So ist es immer”.


Passing by the mirror I glimpsed
One dead man in hot Thursday light
Hatelogged eyes and a trembling fist
It hurts, yes, but you have the right

And I stand my ground because
   that’s all I know
In this empty room you stood in
   I’m just your shadow
And I’d love to go with you
   and God knows I’ve tried
The day that they killed you
   the two of us died

All the moon’s dark without sun
In nameless hours the tides weep, and scream
The wind crawls over the earth
Time has stopped, but this world turns on, blind

Chairs so close and room so small
You and I talked all the night long
Meagre this space but it’s served us so well
Now all I have are stories to tell

And it’s always like that
   in the evening time
We drink and we sing
   the tears dressed in mirth
And it’s always said that
   afterlife is our prime
Fine, God knows heaven—
   we have the hearth!

Now these songs fall on dead ears
I glare through the years with your envy
C’est la vie, now chew the roots
After fruits, only seeds can grow strong

Passing by the mirror I glimpsed
One dead man in cold Friday light
Hatelogged eyes and a trembling fist
It hurts so, oh, you had the right

And I stand my ground because
   that’s all I know
In this empty room you stood in
   I’m just your shadow
And I’d love to go with you
   and God knows I’ve tried
The day that they killed you
   the two of us died

All the moon’s dark without sun
In nameless hours the tides weep, and scream
The wind crawls over the earth
Time has stopped, but this world turns on, blind