Sankt Augustine

Sankt Augustine

Immer wieder in verwzeifelten Situationen meines Lebens
singen mir Bob Dylans Zeilen durch Kopf, Sinn und Seele:


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"I put my fingers against the glas
and bowed my head and cried ..."
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aus dem Song "I Dreamed I Saw Saint
Augustine" von der LP "John W. Harding"

und schon bald singe ich sie frohlockend
- dies ist rein emotional, ich interpretiere

die Zeilen nicht, ich fühle ihnen nur nach

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SmDp0E904D8

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I dreamed I saw St. Augustine,
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Alive as you or me,

Tearing through these quarters
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In the utmost misery,
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With a blanket underneath his arm
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And a coat of solid gold,
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Searching for the very souls
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Whom already have been sold.

"Arise, arise," he cried so loud,
With a voice without restraint,
"Come out, ye gifted kings and queens
And hear my sad complaint.
No martyr is among ye now
Whom you can call your own,
But go on your way accordingly
And know you're not alone."

(Harmonica verse)

I dreamed I saw St. Augustine,
Alive with fiery breath,
And I dreamed I was amongst the ones
That put him out to death.
Oh, I awoke in anger,
So alone and terrified,
I put my fingers against the glass
And bowed my head and cried.

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ich interpretiere die Zeilen nicht - ich fühle ihnen nur nach
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