Jennifer Rostock U.S.
Mein Mikrofon

(No clock, just the ticking in my ear
that’s losing the beat, I think my ear is fast
No clock, just the ticking in my ear
that’s losing the beat, I think my ear is fast)

You say, record music, its time is up
when it speaks, it crumbles up with its opinion
You say, I should just grit my teeth
not scatter myself everywhere, but rather take a break

I should calm down, get down, lie alone again tonight
before I throw it, first weigh every single stone
You say, I should go easy on the nerves of other people
I say no one takes away my microphone

I go up high and repaint the sky
you say, leave it be, say, it has to be
I go up high and scare the stars
you say, leave it be, say, it has to be
I only stay true to my dreams at night
you say, leave it be, say, it has to be
You say, it’s not what you say but how you say it, and I don’t set the tone
but no one takes away my microphone

(You say, you shouldn’t climb high trees
the air is thin and cold, and you’ll lose your grip
You say, you shouldn’t climb high trees
but then nothing more than empty dreams remain)

Spitting or swallowing is like protesting or cowering
you sit there like three monkeys: don’t speak, listen, look
You write the same syllables over and over on paper
it says YES YES YES, but NO – not with me

Huddling and regretting means wasting away, to be precise
I don’t want to dig myself in, I want to dance on the walls
You say, I should also go easy on my voice
I say, no one takes away my microphone

I go up high …

(No clock, just the ticking in my ear
that’s losing the beat, I think my ear is fast
No clock, just the ticking in my ear
that’s losing the beat, I think my ear is fast)

A day, a hit, and then everything will be different!

I go up high …