Johnny had spent some time reflecting
How to flavour contentedness with felicity.
From time to time he caught himself neglecting
His needs for security and simplicity.
Mary had made up her mind
Not to get married to the man she left behind.
When she met Johnny at the glass bead game,
She was sure she would take her time.
Then she said: "I think we can
Spend our lives together 'cause
We like the same cars though
Both of us think that emissions destroy the world."
Johnny leant back and gauged her love.
Though he was enchanted and grateful -
When he got off the train.
He was sure that he didn't love her.
Mary keeps dancing
On the brink of madness, alone in her room.
How can it be that he is not bound
By the spell of the powers which whirl her around?
Johnny's advancing
From his sympathetic sadness in his flattered bloom
To the terror of grasping that he's never felt
Anything coming close to the love
That he has turned away.
Charly left Anna out of pure curiosity
For anything except her generosity.
He kept his eyes skinned for someone cooler and wittier
Or maybe for someone hotter and prettier.
Anna was shocked for a while
But soon she took up with her single lifestyle.
So when Charly returned full of remorse
His speech was designed to display all his empathy.
Then he said: "Listen, I think we should
Spend our lives together 'cause
I don't fear anything
And you're always nervous about
What will come, what will be."
Anna could not hold back her tears.
Though she craved being told she was wonderful -
Now that she'd spent some time without him
She was sure that she did not love him.
Now Charly ponders
On his fateful instincts, which took him too long
To see that it is only her
Who can make his life free
From repeated and woeful despair.
Anna's mind wanders
From her sympathetic sadness in her flattering song
To the horror of grasping that she'll never feel
Anything coming close to the love
That she has turned away.
This is no comfort for the lovelorn.
credits
from the incredible miranda regime,
released September 1, 2008
kevin auld | vocals, guitar
martin lehmann | trumpet
norbert salih | trombone
benedikt rauch | guitar
robin auld | bass
severin rauch | drums
Recorded and mixed by Rick Robin at Lindwurmstudios 2006-2008
Music by Miranda
Lyrics by Benedikt Rauch
Artwork by Tobias Aigner
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