Writer's Block -

Another song about the moon,
Another soppy lovesick tune.
A dirty rap ‚bout masturbation,
or about the state of this here nation,
An angry chant about environment
Or a waltz with lyrics by Lord Byron and
all that mixed up with some indie rock?
No way, I’m stuck with a writer’s block .

Last time I had a real story to tell
was way back in a strange californian hotel.
But that weird story had already been told
by some others, so the case was cold.
When morning had broken, I went for walk
on the wild side and no one was there for a talk.
Words don’t come easy at seven a.m.
to the uninspired poet, but I am what I am.

Another song about the moon….

I thought, as I was again homeward bound,
if the words do fail me, let’s work on the sound.
But the riffs I tried out sounded pretty familiar,
from Frank’s „Uncle Meat“ to Joni’s „Amelia“.
Six strings have their limits, so the art is to vary
But what I came up with just sounded as scary
as a Bat out of Hell or white punks on dope
so I switched to C-major and lost all my hope.

Another song about the moon…

Now the bridge is a walk over troubled water.
Daring as a flirt with the rancher’s daughter.
It cuts like a knife, it’s TNT,
at the end it’s a song that was written by me….
Another song about the moon…