Rastaman

 

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