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Celebrating 500 LYRICS

Yesterday I wrote my 500th song text. It is called "milk and honey" and deals, yet again, with migration or refugees, if with a rather different approach. After "promised land" (set to music by KOMIR), "hostile stars" (written for HOT MAMA), and "flotsam" (Rock Bernd) the new text is about a man who decides to NOT emigrate after all.

I am aiding refugees and migrants* in my hometown by assisting them when they have to deal with public authorities, accompanying them, teaching them the German language, or generally familiarizing them with our ways. Quite a few had quite unrealistic ideas about what awaited them here. Least of all did they expect the tedious asylum procedure with the very likely prospect to be rejected. But there were also misconceptions about quite basic aspects like how we live, how we dress, how we treat our wives (not hiding them from the public, for example), about working conditions, or even about the climate in the north. My lyrics deal with this naivity. I wonder if they would have come had they known...

milk and honey

they tell me of this land
across the mountains, 'cross the sea
they say that in this land
people would not look down on me

they say I'd find a job
with proper pay quite instantly
I soon would have the means
to book flights for my family

a land that flows with milk and honey
roast chicken landing on my plate
I would swim in gold and money
- high time (that) I emigrate
- high time (that) I emigrate

they say I would be fine
soon I would have many friends
as I would get ahead
I'd make money without end

a land that flows with milk and honey
roast chicken landing on my plate
I would swim in gold and money
- high time (that) I emigrate
- high time (that) I emigrate

oh but the cold winters
oh but the long hours
oh but the weird language
my flagging willpower

the land may flow with milk and honey
roast chicken landing on my plate
some may swim in gold and money
I'm not sure I'll emigrate
I'm not sure I'll emigrate


*many if not most of the migrants are not fleeing the war (in Syria) but their dire living conditions. Obviously, Iran expelled many Afghans who were working in Iran inofficially. Instead of returning to their torn and desolate homeland they joined the trek of war refugees.

of course: changed middle part

I wrote a replacement for the middle part of "of course":

she was all I could wish for
the hottie on the dancefloor
my day-dream, my storm brewin'
handsome, saucy, naughty
strongheaded and haughty
a man's dream, a man's ruin