Alphaville – Forever Young

German band comprising of Hartwig Schierbaum, Bernhard Gossling and Frank Sorgatz wrote ‘Forever Young’ in 1984 which incidentally, the band was also called ‘Forever Young’ during its inception.
I recalled watching the MTV for it when about 8 or 9. A family, about 5 or 6 members; from an old granny to a wee kid around 4. They were garbed in a quasi-Star Trek uniform of sorts and not far off, a gleaming light appraising all of them; as if calling them to embrace it and thereafter to eternal life. ‘Alphaville’ are dressed in tights which accentuate their manly tools and their small frame.
Here are the lyrics:-
(music:- imagine a scene in a church, with a contemplative atmosphere- placid but somewhat uneasy.)
Let’s dance in style; let’s dance for a while
Heaven can wait – we’re only watching the skies
Hoping for the best but expecting the worst
Are you going to drop the bomb or not?
Let us die young or let us live forever
We don’t have the power; but we never say never
Sitting in a sandpit, life’s a short trip
The music’s for the sad men
Can you imagine when the race is won?
Turn our golden faces to the sun
Praising our leaders; we’re getting in tune
The music’s played by the mad men
Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you want to live forever, forever and ever?
Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you want to live forever, forever and young?
Some are like water; some are like the heat
Some are a melody; some are the beat
Sooner or later, they all will be gone
Why don’t they stay young?
It’s so hard to get old without a cause
I don’t want to perish like a fleeing horse
Youth’s like diamonds in the sun
And diamonds are forever
So many adventures couldn’t happen today
So many songs we forgot to play
So many dreams swinging out of the blue
We let them come true
—Chorus— x2
(music:- synthesized trumpets in tandem with drum and fades)
Are you new to poker? I’m not an expert but anyone who’s played it from time to time will attest that the one who retains a poker face will win the game; even though their cards sucked big time. Life IS a poker game. Life deals you the cards that you’ll curse at, but at the end of the day- will you play it or not? The trick- play them well and others will notice you. Play them as a clumsy sod and the ass tag will be on the woeful creature.
Perhaps it’s rhetoric and somewhat ironic when someone writes about living forever OR for that matter, being forever young. A Form 6 friend- J has told me in a serious conversation that she doesn’t want to live young as people ARE insincere and dishonest and that there is no meaning to the situation of living long. That struck me as self-deprecating. How can others- so fearful of death that they’d rather not curse themselves to that early eventual fate yet someone as young as, if memory serves, 19 can utter such a strong statement of self-pity. Blame it on the rashness of youth but it’s not as simple as you may have been led to believe. Have you heard of anyone consistently saying they’d actually be glad to only live to so-and-so age when the subject happens to crop up which also reeks of self-pity? My answer:- pure bollocks. Instinct and the human will to survive is greater than even pain and suffering caused by starvation and even hard manual labor.
Aron Ralston ( is a classic example of the limitless potential of the human spirit. I won’t regurgitate a story which I’ve read from somewhere as it’ll cheapen my credibility and leave it to you to read it when you so incline. You can see 2 different sides of human mentality here but everyone loves heroes and that’s why I quoted the poker game ahead of time. Ralston could have cursed his ‘cards’ and surrender himself to fate; but no- he had that self-love that he would not let his life essence sap away without a fight. We need more daily heroes like Ralston to remind ourselves how pathetic and pitiful we have descended to.
If life is treating you bad; if life is unfair and life seemed too difficult to bear with- remember this:- nothing in life is ever fair. Don’t expect life to be a bed of roses and cotton quilt path. And quit having the ‘life is greener on the other side’ mentality – I’ll bet that someone as frighteningly rich and beautiful as Paris Hilton is NOT gonna think that life is greener on her other side. ( I don’t think she’s THAT pretty but there’s no other celebrity who has an interest as self-serving as herself right now)
Still don’t think that life is all gloom -we only have one life with which to do ourselves justice. Either you make the best of it or allow complacency and jealousy to cloud it-you call the shots. Call it whatever you care- the sun will perpetually rise in the East and life goes on for everyone. So get up from the self-pity flannels and do something about it! What I mean is- go learn some new skills- learn French, Russian, Dutch, German or Spanish- go air-rifle shooting or try to write a song for yourself; one that may be silly and plainless in melody but serve as an inspiration to you when you’re down in the absolute dumps. Thank my lucky stars for ‘La Marseillaise’.
Since I’ve touched on doing something close to your hearts; I’d be working towards my current life goal which is probably on most of the ambitious of Malaysian Chinese minds and also since I’d known no peace of mind the moment I set foot on Malaysian soil again in August 2004 after a rather anti-climax sojourn to UK (which began rather well but have never gotten me feeling quite so forlorn before). Things have changed and I know that I have. It’s time to be more discerning in my personal tastes and be honest about an undesirable situation. It may take 5 years; it might be ten or would probably never materialise – but I’ve got to try! What’s the great deal about sitting on my pathetic laurels?! Play the cards, right? Life deals me these cards- so let the game begin…maybe I might ‘live’ forever in the heart, mind and if you like…soul.
(There’s a great market out there for self-help books- write one and watch the ringgits swell. I’ll write one when I’m done with my simple research. But don’t write rubbish; your buyers may be sheep but they are one belligerent flock with enough flak.)
Ik hou van Artur V!
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