Jennifer Rostock U.S.
Zeitspiel

Don’t say you’re sorry!

The globe is spinning and you see it
Cars are simmering with bronchitis through the streets
Everyone’s glowing because life’s what you make it
Machetes in hand, we’re entering new land
We‘re investigating the planets to the brim in seconds

Keep up! Keep pace! Keep your mind and body fit!
Always keep your balance and gas price in sight!
Nice cars, beautiful women, nice country
Imagine a nice life from it, don’t paint over the lines

Tell me what’s left
What of it are you and what are you already tired of?

Tell me what’s left
What of it are you and what are you already tired of?
Don’t say you’re sorry!
Because you’re stalling for time
Until no more time is left
You can only lose, only lose

The laps on the playing field, there’s a purpose for everything
There are shortcuts for everything, there’s a vocabulary for everything
Complain about the weather, but don’t swear like a trooper
Don’t string sentences together, always leave room for the antonym

Don’t bend too far over the desk when speaking
Exercise patience, strap on your guilt
Your back is slowly curving under the weight already
But you can only bend so far before you break

Tell me what’s left
What of it are you and what are you already tired of?
Tell me what’s left
When only something hollow and light floats to the surface?

Gut in, chest out, not up for it again!
You can only lose
You can only lose
So much air still up above and yet you’re exhausted
Where do you let the anger and where do you let the frustration out?