Sieben Gedichte aus dem Quartettbuch: 3 - Patricia Kopatchinskaja, D. Kobyliansky, R. Spitzer

London calling

To the far away towns

Now war is declared

And battle come down

London calling

To the underworld

Come out of the cupboard

You boys and girls

London calling

Now don’t look to us

Phony Beatlemania

Has bitten the dust

London calling

See we ain’t got no swing

Except for the ring

Of that truncheon thing

The ice age is coming

The sun’s zooming in

Meltdown expected

And the wheat is growing thin

Engines stop running

But I have no fear

'Cause London is drowning and I

Live by the river

London calling

To the imitation zone

Forget it brother

You can go it alone

London calling

To the zombies of death

Quit holding out

And draw another breath

London calling

And I don’t wanna shout

But while we were talking

I saw you nodding out

London calling

See we ain’t got no highs

Except for that one

With the yellowy eyes

The ice age is coming

The sun’s zooming in

Engines stop running

And the wheat is growing thin

A nuclear error

But I have no fear

'Cause London is drowning and I

Live by the river

The ice age is coming

The sun’s zooming in

Engines stop running

And the wheat is growing thin

A nuclear error

But I have no fear

'Cause London is drowning and I

Live by the river

Now get this…

London calling

Yeah I was there too

And you know what they said?

Well some of it was true

London calling

At the top of the dial

And after all this

Won’t you give me a smile?

London calling

I never felt so much a-like…