Kristian von Svensson

"En självklar estradör i både mellansnack och visleveranser"

Sydsvenska Dagbladet

1.    Lützow

Words & Music by Kristian Svensson

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There's something strange about those memories

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They seem to be eluding me

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Like they were lost there in the open sea

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But somehow still won't let me be

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The day we went onboard the Lützow

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Was one of laughter and of song

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At least that is what I remember

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But I don't know, I might be wrong

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I mean, how could we be that stupid?

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Did we just not understand

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What it meant to swear alliegence

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To Kaiser, God and Fatherland?

There's something strange about those memories

They seem to be eluding me

They shun away from things to hard to grasp

And cling to all these useless facts:

250 steelmade vessels

100.000 men onboard

The day the sea itself caught fire

As if the whole world was put to the sword

The year 1916

The last of May on Skagerrak

When both the British Royal Navy

And our side launched the attack

Then after one last hit came the order

That we at first just could not believe:

Instead of handing Lützow over

We were to sink ourselves and leave

But Lützow had been hit so badly

That all the doors below were jammed

The high command said "That means, sadly,

More losses to our Fatherland"

There's something strange about those memories

They seem to be eluding me

Like they were lost there in the open sea

But somehow still won't let me be

Because I do clearly remember

That when we rowed away there was song

The sound of trapped men oh so tender

Inside that metal shell so strong

So how come I have lost the music

Even though it lingers on?

I still hear their voices clearly

But the song itself is gone

If I could somehow choose my memories

I'd like to think they sang of hate

Towards all admirals and leaders

Who'd deem them to such gruesome fate

But that would be a song of the living

I am afraid I do understand

That all those men who sank with Lützow

Sang about God and Fatherland