After eating a fair amount of black afghan hash cake I took a late night bike ride down the foggy streets to the river Elbe about an hour ago. They have changed most of the nice orangy lights in the suburb to the new plain white ones which can only be a result of a “rational” decision made by people living in the downtown area. While feeling more and more stoned, listening to ‘Sailor Song’ by Rickie Lee Jones, this little songpoem I called ‘Ember Gardens’ came to my mind. I wrote it down and in my stoner fantasy world, where i can’t feel embarrassed like i usually would, cos everyone else seems to be in the same boat, i decided to post it here as well before making it into an actual spoken song… which i probably won’t but right now think i will.
When I was a kid
these 1000 square meters where my whole world.
All I knew.
Even the inner city felt like a foreign country.
And they all lived here. He-man and King Arthur, Mowgli and the Ninja Turtles. Bret Hitman Hart and Michael Jackson.
I was all of them.
And there was no time. Time didn’t exist.
There was only now and that now has always been and will always be.
Or that’s what i thought.
Since then I have travelled the world.
Seen lots of unfamiliar and beautiful places.
Listened to the advice of strangers, went deep into the rainforest, met the girl that i had dreamed up weeks before leaving my small happy old life and got my heart broken to bits after the big city turned me into a helpless neurotic.
Now I’m back in my small old world.
My 1000 square meters.
And they have preserved everything.
Like a rock of ember.
All the feelings I had. All the people I met.
It’s all here.
It’s the place where I start my lucid dreams cos nothing feels more real.
I still don’t know who I am, but this place does and it’s playing chinese whispers.
I’m almost 29 and so ready to take over the lead role in this oh so funny little book called life.
…back to the adventures of Pete &Pete.
Merry Go Raum