KIM WILDE, FREE WAVES

author:  ErykOstrowski
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Oh Star who art above us
you have no right to pass
Michael Whitney Prince David Marie
We are a generation of orphans
Hazy eyes rove over the deserted sky
but only some cheeks are wet
And yet it was an introduction to love
and the first loves
Such a clumsy maturity in spite of death
How much does it take to understand that you have one here and now
two three or the one that sweep everything away?
Or maybe years gone by, empty decades
years that have lasted but did not survive
in an image of even one important moment
When do you lose faith you have learned to regain your own?
Is this not one meteor flash
when you just had everything and suddenly lost everything
to be able to rebuild
to recover everything from non-being?

One more time this awakening comes
Life does not spare life until it is still breathing
And the slow waves come
a lake infused by the river appropriated in days of yore
never far enough to reach the feet with the tide
And out of nowhere the sounds return
that only moment

Sopot 88, Silver Jubilee
in front of the TV
I still hear the intro of “You Came” as if for the first time –
before the eyes suite of the royal knights
they seem to be moving
on horses, with banners
The words are so helpless against music
And she appears – she?
"This is Madeline from North-South."

I stayed so speechless until the end of the holiday
And perhaps thousands of my countrymen shared this tension
Dad have won this last longplay for me from the display
He took it almost by force; it had been promised to somebody
If there is a world of long autumn evenings
it was happening then
Dad was setting the vinyl on the gramophone
we sat in armchairs
and we were fail silent
The knights were returning

This is how the West opened up to us
long time before 1990
carrying an image of a vinyl
beautiful and perfect
Perhaps that's why none of us believed
in afterwards –
"In the land of mystery
Where the Russia heart is strong
Like the beating of a drum”
– But then we didn't understand the lyrics
only voice was finding us
voice and sound

From the side B dad's western always began
the first sounds of "Never Trust a Stranger”
carried us in "High Noon” – we stayed there
until the needle had risen from the gramophone
But even then they did not leave us
nor dreaming
nor tension

And more often we wandered around music stores this autumn
Not completely in vain
We noticed her second longplay near the Market Square
She was looking at us from the top shelf
valued by private dealers at twenty-two thousand
we had to do without
But we were returning there
just to look into her eyes
Maybe it was the first time I understood
that she exists also outside of music
outside of sounds

When state policy changed
this world also ceased to be the only one
The radio was broadcasting new ones
that were being recorded on cassettes
Into oblivion went the knock of the gramophone needle
and two armchairs listened to as well
Months were going by like years
and a thirteen-year-old doesn't want to be like his dad
he looks for someone else
– not that he believed in
but when this one outlines some mountains before him
he will always believe

‘90, it's holidays again
The wall has not quite fallen down yet, but the cousin
– since childhood we played bases
he always was drawing both flags –
once said: "You must come with me to Dębica
there is a music store in the former synagogue
there is everything in it!”
We went there but the store turned out to be a bookstall
and „everything” was some pirated cassettes that were everywhere
except one exhibited between the new items
I remember the glare, the storm that wasn't there, the flare
that pointed to me what is more important than important
Her second record mum has bought me
"It’s here, looking me in the eye
It’s here, here all the time
It’s here, I’ve always tried to find a way to go”
Dad wasn’t there

These feelings had to be like blueprints
repeated many times
and common in our country
Some good years there was still remembered
who opened for us the musical West
August ‘92, Sopot again
a few years and as though an epoch has passed
it may have passed, but she was greeted like a comet –
she must come back
"You’re a milion miles away
But I feel you in my heart”
Poland has bought a license again
and the premiere of the new album was celebrated like a feast
We've got a star
we wanted to experience it again
We wanted indeed

Oh Star
you have no right to pass
when your knight betrays you –
it is the Earth that seduces him and the earthly inhabitant
This bridegroom isn't on your firmament
in adoration you are safe
he has not exalted anyone above you
he was only trying to dispel the darkness
over the starry vault

So she also witnessed the first love
first dismissal
from mum from dad
No, I wasn't looking for her then
but I wasn't surprised when it was she who found me
These were the first free waves
they crashed against the shore
where the tide could not reach
I was going to him
Those tracks, that train, a Walkman in the pocket
"If I can’t have you...”
cassette backed up all night

It's all about music
but here everything was somehow common
and the agreement lasted though the years went by
When in the fall of '95 the echoes of hits no longer resounded
with some fear I asked my mother to ask
for the album that was to be released
"Of course we will have
How could we not bring in a new Kim Wilde!"
Real fulfillment is when time starts running by
and all hope is lost
I received "Now & Forever”

Oh Star, we're left alone
me in anticipation of man
You for the free firmament
We have become equal
Not two but twenty years have gone
I don't know where I am where I was
I stopped searching
since I had stopped looking for you
Dad
Mum
find me
set the record
sit in the armchairs
Listen
to the end
until the needle hits the frame
the cassette will end

Star, let free waves remain here
let the red of the west blend with the blue sky
Mom
Dad
still none of us has a clue that it will end
We only have faith in our better –
It’s a good faith
We have learned that we are
Every day this certainty stops us
That's what has music taught us
Life is like a vinyl record –
It lasts as long as the voices are coming out by someone's needle
"I wish I was that lucky guy”

Star
Dad goes to the bookstore for your CDs again
he no longer needs to win them
he just has to make sure to send them this spring
They reach, your bridge holds on
Its spans are crossed only by slow waves
The choice is still ours
We want them to last

Oh star who haven't gone out
Stay, you are the life
You deny the world passing by
Who will guarantee that this is not the last time

"Forever young”
Oh Star
"I want to be forever young”
The waves are getting slower
"Do you really want to live”
Royal procession before the eyes
"Forever
Forever”
Madeline – –

Berlin, June 2020



 
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