Klaus Eberhardinger
I like Austrian Drama Pop. Here is my own translation into English. Klaus Eberhardinger has a peerless presence. Erste Allgemeine Verunsicherung`s staged song may be viewed here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rBMnkVXq1iE
`Death`
It's Twelve in the night
Outside a storm's going,
the death-bells knell.
Once again - someone's off into the Grave
Death is a fair man -
be you rich or poor.
"Dead is dead,"
says the worm.
Once a corpse, we're all alike.
You can be lazy your life long
- or busy as hell -
Five days after Death's got you,
Everybody starts to rot all soft.
Given what I can sense
about the ol' Scythe-father,
I can hear this shriek outside
to make alkylene freeze in my veins:
"Every one of you,
"Every one!"
Black coat, swarthen hat -
A scary figure!
He's got a scythe
and an egg-timer!
Slowly he comes closer,
clops on the door
- I smell a whiff of mold
as he says to me,
REFRAIN:
"Greetings - I am Death!
Gone is your distress.
Come, your time is up,
Get movin and no fuss
It's me - the godfather!"
I tell the old father
"Come in, come closer!
but scythes I won't need to buy
-- I got my own lawnmower !!
You must be awfully hungry
-- you're nothing but bones.
Shall I make you hot spiked tea,
or boil you some soup?"
He drinks a tea down,
then the next - the whole way to X
- he throws it down his ribs.
But he only burns his teeth -
He's no lips, you see.
But then he grips his egg-timer -
My hair goes up stiff to heaven!
He taps me on my shoulder --
and introduces himself again!
***"Greetings - I am Death!
Your distress is over.
Come, your time is up,
Get movin and no fuss
It's me - the ol' godfather!"
He whets his scythe:
"Before I mow you down,
bring me another, one final Jager Tea."
But after the fifth cup
the gaffer loosens up!
He rattles his bones and mounts the barn stool:
"Every one of you!
E-e-e-e-e-e-vry Man!"
"Listen now, you're mistaken!
My name's not Everyman !
you need to go to Salzburg -
That's where Death's at home!"
I go with him to the station - had to carry him right to the train!
I buy him another ticket and set him in the dining car.
The train rolls away - I'm wallking on air!
I wave him off from behind.
He sways there with his scythe
and says to the cart porter:
"Greetings,
I am Death!
Your distress is over.
Come, brother, come,
Bring me quick a Jager Tea, but with loads of rum!"
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Jagertee: 'hunter's tea' - black tea with rum
