BENSTAGE 17.4 Von der Chance einer Möglichkeit

Paint It, Black – The Rolling Stones

Apropos Sehnsucht. Irgendwas in ihm sehnt sich auch nach Dingen die Dunkel sind. Die Bedeutung fernab von dem haben, was im Licht als wichtig erscheint. Spät entdeckt dieses grandiose Meisterwerk, aber sofort harte Liebe für empfunden.

I see a red door
And I want it painted black
No colors any more
I want them to turn black

I see the girls walk by
Dressed in their summer frocks
I have to turn my head
Until my darkness goes

I see a line of cars
And they’re all painted black
With flowers and my love
Both never to come back

I’ve seen people turn their heads
And quickly look away
Like a newborn baby
It just happens everyday

I look inside myself
And see my heart is black
I see my red door
I must have it painted black

Maybe then I’ll fade away
And not have to face the fact
It’s not easy facing up
When your whole world is black

No more will my green sea
Go turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee this thing
Happening to you

If I look hard enough
Into the setting sun
My love will laugh with me
Before the morning comes

I’ve seen a red door
And I want it painted black
No colours any more
I want them to turn black

I see the girls walk by
Dressed in their summer frocks
I have to turn my head
Until my darkness goes

I wanna see it painted
Painted black
Black as night
Black as coal
I wanna see the sun
Blotted out from the sky
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted
Painted black, yeah

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BENSTAGE 17.4 Von der Chance einer Möglichkeit

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