What to do with the hate
I read this blogpost and was consumed by this song. I blipped it but there were rather few responses. Since it’s german the audience is a bit smaller than it should be for this is a really great song about how one might feel with all the stuff around us.
Let me just show you the original lyrics of Jochen Distelmeyer’s - Wohin mit dem Hass:
wohin mit dem Hass den ich in mir spür' frisst sich wie Rost nach innen alles was ich weiß ich bin nicht wie ihr aber wohin mit dem Hass? kennst du die Reichen und Mächtigen? lass ihre Wagen brennen sie haben weder Respekt noch Angst vor uns also wohin mit dem Hass? wohin mit dem Hass? wohin mit dem Hass? wohin mit dem Hass? wohin mit dem Hass? wohin mit dem Hass? wenn er wächst wie Krebs wächst und lässt sich nicht töten komm mit allem Misstrauen, das du hegst und mach' etwas Schönes kaputt die Menschen in den Straßen benehmen sich wie Vieh laufen mit und Fühlen nach Vorschrift sie sind es so gewohnt und hassen still vor sich hin solange bis ihnen jemand sagt: wohin mit dem Hass? wohin mit dem Hass? wohin mit dem Hass? wohin mit dem Hass? wohin mit dem Hass all dem Hohn und Spott dem Neid mit dem ihr mich betrachtet alles was ihr wisst ich bin nicht wie ihr und so wird es immer sein also gebt mir eurem Hass und seht mir zu wie ich ihn für euch verwandle wenn ich fertig bin, lass ich euch in Ruh' alleine mit eurem Hass wohin mit dem Hass? wohin mit dem Hass? wohin mit dem Hass? wohin mit dem Hass? wohin mit dem Hass? wohin mit dem Hass? wohin mit dem Hass? wohin mit dem Hass?
and my crappy translation, since there might be awkward phrases:
What to do with the hate that I feel inside of me eats itself like rust into the inside all I know is I am not like you but what to do with the hate? do you know the rich and mighty? let their cars burn they neither respect nor fear us so what to do with the hate? What to do with the hate? what to do with the hate? what to do with the hate? what to do with the hate? What to do with the hate? if it grows like cancer grows and can't be killed come with all the suspicion, that you cherish and destroy something beautiful the people in the streets behave like cattle run along and feel by rules they are used to it and hate silently on their own until someone tells them: What to do with the hate? what to do with the hate? what to do with the hate? what to do with the hate? What to do with the hate? all the scorn and derision the envy with which you look at me all you know is I am not like you and it shall be like that forever so give me your hate and watch me how I transform it for you when I'm done, I leave you alone alone with your hate What to do with the hate? what to do with the hate? what to do with the hate? what to do with the hate? What to do with the hate? what to do with the hate? what to do with the hate? what to do with the hate?
Pretty evil, but true.
Since I really like the video, the message and the music itself, I wanted to write about it. A twitter post or a simple Blip wasn’t enough to explain what I think about it.
Especially the phrase about the rich and mighty ones is pretty striking. We all got to realize that the ones who’re in charge don’t respect us and they don’t fear us. So while all the people hate for themselves, they got nothing to put the hate onto.
While in this song Jochen Distelmeyer claims to be not like you, I would agree with what he’s trying to say. Living and feeling like cattle, bowing to the mass media and the government, all that nourishes the hate of each of the people he’s talking about. So we end up with the some, who flee from this messed up society-thingy on the one hand and the crouching, vegetating mass on the other, which both just share the hate with no target.
All these thoughts are just random. I don’t know if you can follow or understand. But for those of you, who do, even just a tiny little bit: face the facts, although I’d love to dream that
We, the public, should put an end to it.
like Richard Stallman said in a completely different context about the War on sharing, the public just won’t do it.
So in order to make the best out of it, I ask these blinded people to yell and shout at me. I want them to provoke and influence me. In a way I just can say
give me your hate and watch me how I transform it for you
