Santa Maria
Columbus’ flagship was named Santa Maria
A fat ship, with which he’d in fact been meant
To find a shorter way to Asia
But even missed the American continent
He stranded on a shoal with snowy grains
Declared himself the first viceroy of Spain
And in the end was brought back home in chains
Salt on your skin, wind in your hair
A hole in your hull? You shouldn’t care
Santa Maria ‘s named also the village
My love and I moved to some years ago
A valley in the middle of high mountains
Where sun comes late and everything runs slow
Sometimes on cloudy days, our brood and we
Play, we are stowaways upon the sea
The valley is the boat, and we drink tea
Salt on your skin, wind in your hair
You’re stuck in a snare? You shouldn’t care
The world forgets you quickly, once you’re here
A sweet oblivion, I may say
There is no better place for being lost
Although I miss the sound of gulls and waves
The valley ’s full of flowers throughout June
Bees humming and at night a magic moon
And bikes galore, run by most awkward loons
Salt on your skin, wind in your hair
When beauty fades, you shouldn’t care
And even Venice is, in miles, quite near
Which leads back to Columbus who has lost
Nine ships from here to there and there to here
Failed Asia and died onshore far from coast
I wonder if he saw himself a deadbeat
Or was he simply glad to be on sea
As we are glad amidst damned bikes and bees?
Salt on your skin, wind in your hair
You lost your goal? You shouldn’t care
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