Mein zukünftiger Stiefsohn sagt, ich sei „Folk“. Folk ist im Französichen ein Wort mit der Wertigkeit von „alter Sack“. Folglich höre ich Folkmusik, also „alter-Sack-Musik“. Eins ist klar: so schleimt man sich nicht fürs erste Piercing ein. Sondern muss ein richtiges Stück Alter-Sack-Musik hören – oder um es mit dem Hasen Cäsar zu sagen (auch er unrettbar Folk): Biddeschööööön ;-)
Here we stand
Face the future
They say you live and you learn
Got no time
For reflection
Your bridges started to burn.
That was then this is now
That was then this is now
That was then this is now
You’ve been there,
And you’ve done it.
Had your back to the wall
In the race,
And now you’ve run it
It doesn’t matter at all.
That was then this is now
That was then this is now
That was then this is now
Don’t look back,
And don’t you worry
You can’t live for yesterday
Open door
Into tomorrow
You have to take it and break away.
That was then this is now
That was then this is now
That was then this is now