Song des Tages: Old Mister Time

(10cc: "Old Mister Time", aus dem Album "Bloody Tourists", 1978)

He looked funny
The children called him "The scarecrow"
An old raincoat
And baggy trousers and sneakers
he found at the dump
Oh, but if you bothered to look
There was something behind the rags
Oh, there was a look in his eyes
It was something you'd never forget

He lived badly
A broken shack on the railway
An old moggy
The only one who replied
When he talked to the walls
Oh, we didn't understand
We were fooled by the dirt on his face
Oh, we were human then
We were searching behind his disgrace

"Why don't you leave me alone
Why don't you go to your homes
Why don't you keep to yourselves
I'm telling you
Why don't you leave me alone?

You're never gonna realize
When all you do is criticize
You're never gonna make it work
You never seem to get enough
You crumble when it's getting rough
You're never gonna make it work
I'm telling you there'll come a day
You're gonna blow yourselves away
It's wrong that I should interfere
I just get in the way

Why don't you leave me alone
Why don't you go to your homes
Why don't you keep to yourselves
I'm telling you
Why don't you leave me alone?"

Deep into the night
He was working by the light
Of the candle by his bed
On the theory in his head
He was building from the junk
That he rescued from the dump
And when he turned the power "ON":
There was a sound - and he was gone.

Oh, in the gray of the dawn
We discovered the thing he was working on
Oh, we didn't understand
The future was old ...

Mister Time.



Anmerkung: Wer der englischen Sprache halbwegs mächtig ist, sollte sich diese wundervolle Geschichte unbedingt einverleiben - und damit auch wissen, woran ich gerade in den Tiefen meines Kellers so emsig arbeite. Wenn der Tag gekommen ist, an dem meine Maschine fertig ist, wird ganz gewiss nicht die gruselige Zukunft unserer heutigen Alptraumwelt mein Ziel sein, denn in die will man ja nicht einmal seine ärgsten Feinde schicken - ich werde mein Glück statt dessen in der längst vergangenen Zeit suchen, in der die Menschheit einst in die Zivilisation aufgebrochen ist - und ich werde versuchen, sie diesmal davor zu bewahren, erneut den Weg dahin so allumfassend zu verlassen.

Wünscht mir Glück ...