She said, "Love me. Love me like you used do. Love me like I never broke your heart." She pleaded. Demanded. Threatened. Stomped her feet. Begged on her knees. But he will never love her, never again, never like before, because he could never love like that again. That person was gone. He'd lost the pieces of the heart that could love completely, absolutely, without fear, reservations or doubt.
So the story goes. Call it the contemporary fairytale. No fairy godmothers, just beer, rhum, soju, Tuba and all the other spirits that possess the weak to send spur of the moment text messages of pain, anguish and longing that no amount of chocolate, anaesthetic, psychedelics could cure.
I am waiting for the paint to dry on the canvas, but it will take hours, and I cannot wait that long. I need to put my hand on a brush and soar. But all I can do is sit here and stare at the wet paint staring defiantly back while Rammstein groans a chafing:
I waere in die Tannen gehen, dahin...
(I would like to go in the woods/pines/pine forest, there/where...)
Doch die Abent werft ein Tuch aufs Land
(The night throws a towel/cloth over the the land)
...
Und der Wald, der steht so schwarz und leer
(And the woods, so dark and empty)
...
Und die Voegel singen nicht mehr
(And the birds aren't singing anymore/do not sing anymore)
Ohne dich kann ich nicht sein
(Without you)
Ohne dich
(Without you)
Mit dir bin ich auch alein
(With you I feel/am alone, too)
Ohne dich
(Without you)
Ohne dich verletzt die Stunden
(Without you the time/Hours pass/es by/ is/are lost)
...
Mit dir stehen die Sekunden
(With you every second lasts forever/very long. Time drags. The seconds stay)
...
Und das Atmen fehlt mir, ach, so schwer
(And breathing is so difficult)
Well, I tried my best. I thought I understood the song but now that I have put the translation in writing, I find that it's very difficult to put the exact meaning of the text in English without straying into the realm of invention (like what Frau Wilke always says: Keine Fantasie, bitte! -- Don't make things up, please)
Next song: Everybody hurts.
Argh! Forward!
Paint it black.
Oh yeah. Paint it black. Black. Black. Black. Abort! Abort! Abort!
Back to the one that started it all.
She said I love you, boy , I love you so
She said I love you baby, oh oh oh ohhh
She said I love you more than words can say
She said I love you bayayayayby...
I have got to say, I'm impressed. Do what you got to do. Stalk if you need to, but is one person really worth going to prison for?
Oh, her eyes, her eyes
Make the stars look like they're not shinin'
Her hair, her hair...
Words like this sound romantic but at closer inspection...
Oh, her eyes, her eyes
Make the stars look like they're not shinin' [Flattery]
Her hair, her hair
Falls perfectly without her trying [She has to have long hair. Hello? See anything wrong here?]
She's so beautiful
And I tell her everyday (yeahh) [This is fine and all, but wait till you discover how he defines "beautiful"]
I know, I know
When I compliment her she won't believe me [Now he's undermining her self-confidence)
And it's so, it's so
Sad to think that she don't see what I see [He's right, she's wrong. Alarm bells should be ringing in your head how.]
But everytime she asks me "Do I look okay? "
I say
When I see your face (face face...)
There's not a thing that I would change [Wow. Impressive, right? He must really love you. Lol. Really? There's not a thing he would change? Why, does your face remain that way forever? You heard of the thing called getting OLD? Then what?]
'Cause you're amazing
Just the way you are (are) [Again, all fine and good, but ask yourself what he means by "YOU"]
And when you smile [Smile. A very physical characteristic, your smile. How about the fact that you are kind and adopt lost kittens you find in the streets?]
The whole world stops and stares for a while [He likes you because the whole world does. The locus of his identity seems to be a little off centre, don't you think? I think the proper term is histrionic.]
'Cause girl you're amazing
Just the way you are
Her lips, her lips [So physical, this guy. Say your lips turned gangrenous and dropped from the face of...the earth... after eating Guinabot from Labangon dipped in sauce teeming with sili kulikut (by the way, those are not the hottest thing on earth, as I had previously thought). You're in trouble then.]
I could kiss them all day if she'd let me [All day??? All day?! Your lips would really fall off then.]
Her laugh, her laugh
She hates but I think it's so sexy [Yeah, yeah, she's always wrong, you're always right]
She's so beautiful
And I tell her everyday [Before you accept this as a compliment, ask the creep to define 'beautiful']
Oh you know, you know, you know
I'd never ask you to change [People are dynamic. People change. Anyone with half a brain knows this. Either he's stupid or he's a control freak.]
If perfect's what you're searching for
Then just stay the same [You are perfect now. Change, and you won't be perfect anymore. But you can't stop change. It is what you do. Better stay the same, though, or boy leaves you. Good luck.]
So don't even bother asking if you look okay
You know I'll say [You know what he wants. Stay pretty. Stay young. Stay the way he wants you to.]
So when you meet someone who says the same things to you--run.
