Little Humans In the Night
He was the smallest out of nine
They pushed him, and he often fell
But did not cry, though he was soft
Such as a mussel without shell
The days were mean, the nights were rough
Then he heard screaming, beating, hate
He learned to bear it, he got tough
He learned, that suffering is a fate
Though he looked for a better life
As soon as he was old enough
He left and took a job and wife
Maybe he even found some love
But he was never free of ghosts
They came at night, three times a year
He tried to drink them out of way
Those were the nights I learned to fear
Me and my brother waking up
Within the screaming, beating, hate
We were too small for tears but yet
For him to change it was too late
I never met the child he’d been
He’s dead now, free at least, farewell
All I can do for him is sing
Sing of his beauty, sing and tell
Musik Tim Krohn
Text Tim Krohn
Gesang, Gitarre, Keyboards: Tim Krohn
Kontrabass, Gesang, Xylofon, Zieharmonika: Anna Trauffer
Aufnahmen und Mix: Philipp Schaufelberger
Mastering: André Pousaz
Aufgenommen im Frühling 2024