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| Dornenreich – Wundenküssen Lyrics
| 17 years ago
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a dialogue between two objects, one seeking pain and it's scars, the other one beeing ashamed and fearful towards such things |
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| Dornenreich – Schwarz Schaut Tiefsten Lichterglanz Lyrics
| 17 years ago
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A remorseless fall of the masks ...
The human being takes himself to task – at the edge of nothingness: the madness that just has been named as the reason for the aversion to the day and its garish bustle is unmasked as a diversion from the human being’s own inherent madness, as a rational incapability of the human being. Yet, as for this human being seemingly subjective perception and objective reality are one and the same, madness seems to be the genuine face of the (world’s) truth in the final account. Blackness – here personifying a remorselessly perceptive human being – doesn’t spare the night that has until now been celebrated, but demystifies its alleged poetry and depth as nothing else but a projection of the profundity possible to man, a suppression of the unbearable conclusion of an emptiness surrounding each and everything, including the human being. But is it not the case that objective reality and subjective perception go hand in hand again? Or is the profundity possible to man truly a divine spark in his inner nature, finding no real counterpart in the outer nature of the world? So many questions ... speech and contradiction within one sentence ... and the sad hero is blackness, the yearning human being that sacrifices everything, and above all, himself, believing and feeling to see through all the evil games, the lively dangling over the abyss of this worldly being. And even though he is threatened by self-doubt and world-doubt, he pines for something ... something he is not able (or not allowed?) to name himself. |
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| Dornenreich – Trauerbrandung Lyrics
| 17 years ago
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More and more, the human being realizes in all his questions and sentiments the grimace of truth, the tragedy, but by doing so, he strengthens himself and views the incredible passion and sorrowful dynamics of living in this world as the moment’s surge of grief.
Nature’s pure intensity is now revealed to the human being, and he cries out:
“Surge of grief – I drink tears, I gather strength.” |
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| Dornenreich – Hier Weht Ein Moment Lyrics
| 17 years ago
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Now the human being is faced with possibly the last realm of indubitable truth: the attaining of eternal peace of mind, granted to the human being in a consciously lived moment if he manages to perceive in this moment his most immediate personal reality. In addition, the self strives to awaken his perceptive abilities to invest the moment with happiness and to attain the essential satisfaction of his own thought, being personified as an immediate self. Above all, however, the vague and unfathomable character of it all is enthroned: “A moment is blowing here.” |
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| Dornenreich – Wer Hat Angst Vor Einsamkeit? Lyrics
| 17 years ago
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Taking the outward appearance of the children’s game “Who’s afraid of the bogeyman?”, the inner voice (of the withered night or of the human being himself) implores the human being, the ‘I’, to recognize his personal uniqueness and, with that, his personal loneliness as something naturally inherent to his nature, and to abstain from his solitude that disowns the value of the known self and prevents the human being from becoming a friend to himself, thus denying him the opportunity to consciously, sincerely, and freely face life as well as death. In this turn towards complacency, however, the question after a subtle overbearing remains. |
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| Dornenreich – Mein Publikum - Der Augenblick Lyrics
| 17 years ago
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The final conclusion ...
The human being now apparently sees the light, he remembers the purity of his perception and the patience and alertness of his childhood; the human being now understands how to classify time and transience.
And now – “in the morning of withered nights” – he is able to entrust himself with an order and a security as he views time allegorically or rather personified as Nature in blazing colours, as “a play of light of a child-like being”; now, he no longer needs to feel lonely, and moreover, he wins time as a benevolent observer and witness to his uniqueness – and as a friend.
(The ideal expressed herein is without a doubt based on a considerable amount of narcissism. So be it. To narcissistically reach for the stars generally seems more agreeable to me than wallowing in self-denying depression and castigation.)
And not until the human being knows nothing more to reveal – frozen in body and mind – does the worldly time (the ceaseless curiosity) loose its interest – enter (otherworldly) Death (as a new audience) ...
(Maybe a naïve, but conciliatory and harmonious final performance.) |
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| Dornenreich – Innerwille Ist Mein Docht Lyrics
| 17 years ago
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In spite of the previous lyrics, the human being here believes himself – for the moment – to be on the track of the correctness (the reality and honesty) in himself, by approaching the seemingly radiating terms “intuition” and “inner voice” in his own poetic versions (“inner-will”, “flicker-door”, “blaze-castle”) and by trying to consolidate these as an indubitable means to an absolute and straight self-realization, yet at the same time revealing the human incapacity to actually reach the said inner-will – because of a certain cowardice and because of a false weakness or rather modesty (“For even one door can harbour joy”).
At the end, though, the ideal becomes reality, in the metaphor of the burning candle combining the outer life (world) with the inner life (courage, will, inner voice) of the human being – within the passion of all beings’ finitude, as the candle as well as the light will fade away ... |
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| Dornenreich – Ich Bin Aus Mir Lyrics
| 17 years ago
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he human being gets drunk on the wondrous uniqueness of his perception and praises the withered (= late, foreboding) night as refuge and trailblazer for essential realization, yet recognising at the same moment the worldly forlornness and isolation and thus deigning to recognize in this – apparently the only – dignity of being human: his unique perception, his last and greatest burden. Desperately, the human being rages and finally freezes in the face of the numbing inexpressibility of his innermost to another (human) being, in the face of a closed-off loneliness that is just as numbing; the human being is torn between the questions how much he must, can, or may, come up with his own demands and how much he must, can, or may reach out for another human being, in order to recognize himself more truthfully – without loosing himself in the process. |
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| Dornenreich – Grell Und Dunkel Strömt Das Leben Lyrics
| 17 years ago
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Here, the human being takes a very sober and unmasking look at his rather limited and faulty sensual perception as well as his confused and uncertain lines of thought, his only mainstay in his weltschmerz and his seeming realization of self and world. Again, a voice (of the withered night or of the human being itself) advices to not overestimate the human being’s will to realization and to take into account human apathy and the self-righteousness of many. All this culminates in the central metaphor of human eyes that are only able to see in light, while all the seemingly garish lies and dark truths flow past the human being like a great river ... and thoughts die too quick to be able to follow that river anyway ... |
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| Dornenreich – Eigenwach Lyrics
| 17 years ago
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In the midst of a dreamlike scenario of a forest night, a human being comes to again, and thus, subjected to his personal loneliness, he experiences the uniqueness and great value of his subjective perception, but also the incompatibility and restrictions of his being -- in the face of the nocturnal harmony of Nature, personified to express her own perception of the human being’s limits and thus to point him to a provisional self-realization ... |
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