In January a fantastic ICA from was posted at JC's place. Dirk showed us some real highlights of songs sung in German language. I remembered this when I rediscovered a song from 1981. It was the time when more and more bands tried to sing in their native language. Most of them are not worth to lose a word about but a many were forgotten in the course of time. This song is from a band close to my hometown and they were very famous at my place for a couple of years. Their unique feature was that they sung their songs not only in German - the sung in a dialect that is typical for the place I grew up. Schwoissfuass (sweaty foot) were a band based in the left-wing oriented alternative scene from the late 70's and incarnated the spirit of my generation with their lyrics and influenced by different styles like rock, blues, funk and reggae. That they also had a critical position to the commercialization of reggae music and the philosophy behind was shown on Bin I selbr Rastaman. If you are interested in the lyrics you can use a translator and I am not sure if Dirk will understand the lyrics because the dialect is as understandable as the Cologne dialect (Neckermann is one of the biggest travel agencies in Germany; Mannesmann was one of the leading companies in iron and steel industry).
Schwoissfuass - Bin I selbr Rastaman
Neckermann.....Mannesmann
Urlaub in Jamaika
letztes Jahr in Kreta
Mit Neckermann zu Rastamann,
Reggae und Ragout
Urlaub in Jamaika
und nächstes Jahr noch weiter
Komm ich zrück nach Deutschland
mit ganz lockigem Haar
Rauch ich viel Marihuana
bin ich selbst Rastamann
und bezahl 3000 Mark an Neckermann, ooh ja
Treff ich in Jamaika
Freak aus Alemania
Möchte nächstes Jahr nach Mexico
in Deitschland machen es alle so
Freak aus Alemania
hat viel Geld und kannes sich auch leisten
Kommt er zurück nach Deutschland
mit ganz brauner Haut
Sagt er immer yeeaha
ist er selbst Rastamann
in seiner Wohngemeinschaft kann er dann errzählen, ooh ja
Und alle sagen Reggae,
und kaufen für viel Geld
Bob Marley in Amerika,
Records für Maffia.
Und alles sagen yeeaha,
und keiner versteht es
Und alle sagen Kaaja,
Bob Marley freut sich
Komm ich zrück nach Deitschland.
mit viel Souvenieren
Rauch ich wieder John Player,
bin ich wieder Neckermann.
Und wieder Kopf in Arsch von Mannesmann, ooh ja