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Agoraphobia internationally

This is Solche's most widely translated song.

Agoraphobia

Translated by Jana Mischke.

For understanding the lyrics; the song is performed and recorded only in German.

Rarely, a vast field has been tilled without the will to be used,
everything gets hollow in too much space but there’s no space for things that please
nor do they hardly stay for that one moment that offers you no peace.
Maybe
Friday’s not a holiday and Free is that which dislikes each and everything
Limping, stinking, frozen to death, La Grande Armée returns
from all those years having been themselves - gone bizarre - over.
Maybe.
Nothing remains, but avoiding divisive questions
whether ‘tis nobler to be prey for shooting
or to organise your pursuit of your life’s conclusion - everything, everything is in vain
when they say:
Fear eats Freedom, nothing’s good enough, a small head, a big world
Fear eats Freedom, more and more, bulging dreams and still an empty space
Fear eats freedom, Fear eats...Life and is this living’s worth?
The vast field has no paths in it as yet, where to go, with the mind becoming lazy
like some cold lizard that won’t slither but just wait
for the first rays of sun.
Hit between the eyes and nothing without pain.
Maybe.
Maybe distance is just pretence for not having to look too far across the country,
full of cracking necks that didn’t see that coming either
and the house aflame, that was never part of the scheme, but maybe it helps
to throw away things out-of-scheme, sharpening your eyes and axe,
for all of this to stay the way it was, and it will stay forever as it is - when they say:
Fear eats Freedom, nothing’s good enough, a small head, a big world
Fear eats Freedom, more and more, bulging dreams and still an empty space