Das Klaus

Gesammelte Werke

08.05.2020

To Whom It May Concern

Dear Madam/Sir, neighborly techno-connoisseur
on behalf of the insomnia that I incur:

I want for little, and of that less yet from you
but my repose is threatened by that thing you do
I keep odd hours, you should know,
and when I rest - then there you go:
the bangs and booms and thuds and thumps and such
- not loud, nor late, nor constant, just: too much
obnoxiously, pervasive, monotone
I wish I had a megaphone

I'd roar my dirge into the walls, into the street
a sigh, a cry, a howl, a caterwaul per beat
it might become - as duet - music yet
it might not. You might take me to abet
the noise, the bass that numbs the brain
unts, unts, unts, unts - drives me insane
can't sleep, can't think, can't persevere
aren't you aware neighbours can hear?

night time, admittedly, you (mostly) do respect
but better music does exist, last time I checked
is it not dull, if every single song
has just three notes: ding, dang and dong
and every track repeats forever and then some
is that not - pardon me - completely fucking dumb?
Best wishes, and I'm begging on my knees:
will you play some metal, pretty please?

(translation from German)