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Introduction in English:
A few years ago, there was a young man living in my neighborhood who had just been abandoned by his wife. He would often come over to me and cry to me about his supposedly evil and inconsiderate wife. Increasingly, he got on my nerves with his self-pitying "I'm the victim" whining.
At some point, during one of our conversations, he came to the conclusion that he had actually wanted the separation himself for a long time, but was simply too comfortable and cowardly to make the cut. Slowly, it seemed to him that he was letting his wife do the "dirty work" so that he could rant about her afterwards and blame her for the relationship's misery.
Not an isolated case, but among men (....and I don't exclude myself) still too much the rule when it comes to working up the responsibilities for the failure of a relationship.
Thef following song is an attempt to take the self-pity of some men in a occasionally very self-deprecating way on the grain....
Lyrics in English:
Self-pity (I feel pity for myself)
I sit in the pub and stare at myself,
I wonder what I was born to do
I'm navel gazing
I'm lonely without a woman
I feel pity for myself
I have no time for anything else but me.
I look out of the window, the clouds are looking at me,
The sun has decided that it doesn't like me
Lady luck spurns me,
My globe does not turn
I feel so pity for myself, (pity, pity, I feel so pity for myself)
I have no time for anything else but me
The blind date last night was a flop as usual
(Flop, flop, a terrible flop)
Why is life (why?) so cruel to me, so nasty, so rough, so rude?
I stand in the street, hitchhiking away from here
Looking for happiness far away, it doesn't come to me
No one takes me with them
Already I hear my hit:
I feel so pity for myself, (shit, shit, shit, shit)
I really don't have time for anything else but me.
At the dance class the women (the women) pass me by purposefully,
(Bye, bye, my "dummy" goodbye)
Which hen, they think, laid this rotten egg...in our nest.
Uuh!
I'm going to the monastery, I'm going to become a hermit
I'll pray in front of the altar that God will finally see me,
Meanwhile, my sacrificial candle goes out
I feel so pity for myself, (so poor boy)
I really, really don't have time for anything else but me
Deutscher Originaltext:
Selbst-Mitleid (Ich tu mir leid)
Ich sitze in der Kneipe und stiere vor mich hin
ich frage mich, wozu ich überhaupt geboren bin.
Betreib` Nabelschau
Bin einsam, ohne Frau
Ich tu mir leid
Für was andres außer mir, habe ich keine Zeit
Ich schaue aus dem Fenster, die Wolken schauen mich an
Die Sonne hat beschlossen, dass sie mich nicht leiden kann
Die Glücksfee verschmäht mich
Mein Erdball dreht sich nicht
ich tu mir so leid, (leid, leid, ich tu mir so leid)
Für was andres außer mir hab` ich leider keine Zeit.
Der Blind Date gestern Abend war wie immer ein Flop
(Flop, Flop, ein furchtbarer Flop)
Warum ist das Leben (warum?) zu mir, so grausam, so böse, so grob, so grob?
Ich stehe auf der Straße und trampe fort von hier
Such‘ Glück weit in der Ferne, es kommt ja nicht zu mir
Mich nimmt keiner mit
Schon hör ich meinen Hit:
ich tu mir so leid, (shit, shit, shit, shit)
Für was andres außer mir hab` ich nun wirklich keine Zeit
Beim Tanzkurs gehen die Frauen (die Frauen) gezielt an mir Vorbei (bye, bye, my „Dummy“ goodbye)
Welche Henne, denken sie sich, legte uns dieses faule Ei…ins Nest
Uuh!
Ich gehe jetzt ins Kloster, ich wird zum Eremit
ich bete vorm Altar, dass Gott mich endlich sieht
Meine Opferkerze geht derweilt aus
ich tu mir so leid (so poor boy)
Für was andres außer mir habe ich nun wirklich, ja nun wirklich keine Zeit
- Genre
- Vintage Blues # Alternative Rock # Blues Rock #Jazz Blues