Songs of Brenda
Brenda lernte ich auf amerikanischen Foren kennen – eine bemerkenswerte Frau, Großmutter, amerikanische Wahl-Portugiesin, überzeugte Demokratin und Musikerin. Angesichts der deprimierenden Entwicklung des Sozialdarwinismus in Amerika und der verheerenden Auswirkungen von Katrina, dem Super-Tornado, der New Orleans überflutete, zitierte sie ein paar ihrer Songs aus dem Gedächtnis.
Einen davon hat sie nun vervollständigt (mit der Erlaubnis, ihn auf meinem deutschen Blog zu veröffentlichen) – weil ich sie darum gebeten hatte.
I woke up
screaming in the middle of the night
It was frightening
I could
see water rise
It was doubled twice its size
It came rushing
I woke up
screaming in the middle of the night
Outside I could see bolts of
lightning
I could see water rise
it was reaching to the
skies
It came gushing
I woke up
screaming in the middle of the night
I was crying
this was
surely not a dream
I could hear people scream
they were dying
Chorus:
This
wild and crazy storm
Born of nature's fury
Burst in screaming
hard and fast
In a one hell of a hurry
It was though
the sky had burst
This was weather at its worst
The storm was
heavy
Never seen anything like it before
Dam the levee!
I could hear
people shout
No one knew what it was all about
They ran
asunder
I could see dead bodies float
Their bellies had begun
to bloat
Then I went under
Chorus: Repeat
I could see a
great star fall
I could hear angels call
trumpets blaring
The
sun and moon and stars grew dim
I began to yell at Him
I was
swearing
Chorus: repeat
© Brenda Stardom
Every time I
hear
the whistle of a train
something stirs up deep inside
me
something I can't explain
It triggers
off a memory
buried in my soul
of a perfect sunny day
atop a
grassy knoll
© Brenda Stardom
Joe Cocker With a Little Help From My Friends Lyrics
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