Live, Love, and Hate – by Orpheus

Week 32 – I still can’t remember why I called her

(9/29/04) Woohoo! You get more inane rambling from Orpheus, you  should consider yourself lucky. (10/2/04) Before I go any further, I want to put in a couple of translations to Rammstein songs, “Seemann [sailor]” and “Herzeleid [heartache]”

“Come in my boat

a storm is rising

and the night is coming

Where do you want to go

(quite alone you are drifting away),

give it up

Who will hold your hand

when it

pulls you under

Where do you want you want to go

So boundless,

the cold sea

Come in my boat,

The wind of autumn

keeps the sails stiff

Now you are standing by the lantern

with tears in your face

The daylight falls to the side

The autumn wind sweeps empty the streets

Now you are standing by the lantern

with tears in your face

The evening light chases the shadows away

Time stands still and fall is coming

Come in my boat

Yearning becomes

the helmsmen

Come in my boat

the best sailor

was I

Now you are standing by the lantern

with tears in your face

You take the fire from the candle

Time stands still and fall is coming

They only spoke of your mother

so merciless is only the night

In the end I'm left alone

The time stands still

and I am cold”

And now, Herzeleid (which is much shorter, but the song is nearly the same length, kind of funny, isn’t it?)

“Save each other from heartache

because the time that you are together is short

Because even if you are united for many years

one day they will seem like minutes to you

Heartache

Save each other from the loneliness”

Wow, I thought that writing this would be a lot easier once school started up again, but it does not seem to be. An appropriate quote regarding Eurydice (source: “Mine”, by Paralysed Age), “She holds me tight like no one does, sometimes she nails me to the cross, she rapes me many many times, and now she is mine”. You can’t take it just on face value, of course, you’ll have to interpret it if you want to understand why I chose it. (10/5/04) Trust me, though, the quote fits very well.

Oh, just thought I’d throw this out there, because I, for one, find it to be absolutely hilarious. You see, I’ve been working on a list of the stupidest things I’ve ever done, and a separate list of most humiliating things. The top on the stupidest had, up until very early this morning (as in well before dawn), had been eating a poisonous plant when I was three or four years old. And the most humiliating had been, probably, the time when K screamed at me when I was passing her on my way to class (granted, said screaming wasn’t entirely unprovoked, but that’s something else entirely). Anyway, I woke R up at 3 in the morning or so with a phone call, and then I kind of forgot what it was that I had called her for. Then, I remembered it in German class, and forgot again after I fell asleep while we were watching “Amadeus” in that same class.

(10/6/04) Okay, still can’t remember why I woke her up at three yesterday. ‘Tim’ hasn’t been to school too often this year. He’s showed up, like, five or six days in the five weeks that school has been in session. He really needs to show up more often or else he’s gonna end up in reform school, just like [Lancelot] and Jude did for cutting school. It’ll be a shame to see him go, just like it was a shame to see them leave, but I suppose that some things are just unavoidable. At least I’ll still be able to contact him, unlike Jude who moved to Idaho, and [Lancelot] whose phone number no longer works, which means the family probably just got a new cell phone (which was the way I kept in touch with him on the occasion contact was necessary, I could still reach him via internet if it becomes necessary).

You know, R started laughing at me once I realized that I forgot why I’d called her. Not really necessary to the telling of the story, just kind of an interesting detail. Um…yeah… I’d really like to finish this column some time tonight, and I’ve just got this one last paragraph to work through, so I suppose….yup….there goes my train of thought, just that same sort of thing, really. Maybe I should go downstairs and make myself a cup of tea…nah. 

Well, until next time, this is Orpheus, signing out. Send e-mails to [email protected]