• Ich spie­le Gitar­re seit über 30 Jahren.
• Fast eben­so lan­ge schrei­be ich Lie­der, am Anfang in Deutsch, mitt­ler­wei­le fast aus­schließ­lich in Englisch.
• Musi­ka­li­sche Vor­bil­der sind die Klas­si­ker der 60 Jah­re, mit denen alles anfing: Beat­les, Dyl­an, Woodstock.
• Im Lau­fe der Jah­re habe ich in diver­sen Bands ver­schie­de­ner Stil­rich­tung Gitar­re gespielt und gesun­gen: Funk, Pop, Folk, Psy­che­de­lic & Alter­na­ti­ve Rock.
• Von mir geschrie­be­ne (und zu Hau­se am PC auf­ge­nom­me­ne) Lie­der sind im Inter­net zu fin­den unter dem Pseud­onym “Paul Gless”.

Summer’s Last Resort

The ste­reo is all treb­le
The cop­per pipes leak
There’s just a hand­ful of peb­bles
Bet­ween us and the sea
Bet­ween us and the sea

I bring what I can car­ry
You bring your baby girl
We can dream and be mer­ry
At the edge of the world
At the edge of the world

And we’ll call it the summer’s last resort
And we’ll soot­hin­gly hum her
What tunes the sum­mer brought

The attic’s a moul­dy
Paper­back libra­ry
This place has a memo­ry
That stop­ped in ‘93
1993

We know we can’t stay here
We know we won’t lea­ve
There’s rea­son to pray, dear
The­re are rem­nants of grief
The­re are rem­nants of grief

So let’s pray that the win­ter finds us still afloat
Or we’ll silent­ly sing her
The last thing her dad­dy wrote

I found this on his desk
Could be a shop­ping list
Could be a poem, could be a good­bye note

We know we can’t lea­ve here
We know we can’t stay
Let’s go search the new year
For any rem­nant of grace
For any rem­nant of grace

And let’s hope that the win­ter finds us still afloat
Or we’ll silent­ly sing her
The last song her dad­dy wrote

And he cal­led it the summer’s last resort
And we’d soot­hin­gly hum her
The last song that sum­mer brought

And it pas­sed soo­ner than I thought
For­get me not

When the Sun Has Fallen

When the sun falls down
When the sky caves in
When what is has been
You’re past trou­ble and the world’s past mending

When the sea drops out
When the ice­berg boils
When your life­boat recoils
You’re past saving and the word is ending

You shouldn’t have skip­ped the final les­son
Shouldn’t have hea­ped all your con­fes­si­ons
Onto the girl with the pier­cing scream
She’s just what she seems

You shouldn’t have sip­ped the shal­low water
Shouldn’t have drug­ged the Doctor’s daugh­ter
Shouldn’t have taken to extre­mes
Being nobody’s dream

When the sun con­tracts
When the fire dries up
When rota­ti­on has stop­ped
You’re past fixes, sup­port is ending

When your new ground shifts
When your faith burns out
When the mute mas­ses shout
You’re past pray­er and your kne­es are past bending

You shouldn’t have hid­den in the steep­le
Shouldn’t have min­gled with peop­le
Shouldn’t have tal­ked as if redeemed
Oh you shouldn’t have screamed

You shouldn’t have made the cru­cial copy
The way you did, being slop­py
You shouldn’t have plan­ned, you shouldn’t have sche­med
You shouldn’t have dreamed

When the top is blown
When rea­son has cea­sed
When gods can’t be appeased
You’re past gues­ses and past comprehending

When sound stands still
When gra­vi­ty rejects you
When your angels won’t pro­tect you
It’s no sur­pri­se you’ve had enough
There’s no ties and there’s no love
No point in try­ing to put it off
‘Cau­se when the sun has fal­len
There’s no hope below and none above

You shouldn’t have hid­den your agen­da
Shouldn’t have play­ed The Gre­at Pre­ten­der
They must have felt it, that’s not you
It didn’t ring true

While You Were in England

It’s good to see you once again
Right here whe­re we both began
Befo­re the­re were any big­ger plans
Much has chan­ged sin­ce then
While you were in England

The paper mill clo­sed over­night
Last June we had no fire­flies
Josie has final­ly lear­ned to dri­ve
And so have I
While you were in England

Mutt got sick, I don’t know how
Couldn’t lift his paws up from the ground
I often think he’s still around
But Dad­dy put him down
When you were in England

They fel­led the tree we used to climb
In many a secret sum­mer­ti­me
There’s housing now by the river­si­de
Ah yes and Grand­ma died
While you were in Eng­land
While you were in England

And I guess you can say
Our litt­le world has chan­ged
We’re chan­ging day by day, it’s not­hing stran­ge
Some lea­ve and some remain
Let’s not com­p­lain
How have you been?

Did you find use­ful things to do?
And the future that once spo­ke to you?
Tell me which one of your vivid dreams
Final­ly did come true
When you were in England

I always knew we’d meet again
I see you as you were back then
I meant to wri­te and to stay friends
But the­re was a life to mend
While you were in Eng­land
While you were in Eng­land
My heart