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Ein Lied über das Komponieren als solches...
Sheet of paper lying blank and naked on my desk
Walked around it for a few days afraid to take the risk
Of sitting down and pondering, not knowing where to start
Seems to be silence in my soul and in my heart
There seem to be no more stories for me to tell
No more pictures growing in my shell
As the years of knowledge grow, the less I have to say
Experience is getting in my way
I used to have many dreams lingering in my head
But now it’s dry and barren like an empty river bed
No more encounters to guide my pen
My old way of comfort time and time and time again
I strive for perfection the working day long
I’ve stopped asking questions about my sense of right and wrong
A piece of machinery, effective and trained
Cut off from other influence, self-contained
Walked around it for a few days afraid to take the risk
Of sitting down and pondering, not knowing where to start
Seems to be silence in my soul and in my heart
There seem to be no more stories for me to tell
No more pictures growing in my shell
As the years of knowledge grow, the less I have to say
Experience is getting in my way
I used to have many dreams lingering in my head
But now it’s dry and barren like an empty river bed
No more encounters to guide my pen
My old way of comfort time and time and time again
I strive for perfection the working day long
I’ve stopped asking questions about my sense of right and wrong
A piece of machinery, effective and trained
Cut off from other influence, self-contained
