Fritz Wunderlich sings “Des Baches Wiegenlied” from Schubert’s Die Schoene Muellerin

I’m throating away

on this sunniest of days,

It was a gas

it was all that,,,,

I’m floating astray

on this sunniest of days,

it was none other than

a cataclysmic blast

A melancholic baby star

So fresh so far so deep

so black with tar

I blew the horn

and scared the hart

it left a scar and halted

physicality’s

bottomless

fall…

Yet

How can my lot be to not

keep measuring the immeasurable?

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