When Physicians Make Music – 30 Days 30 Songs

Day 16 of my new blog challenge –

Share Your Music! 30 Days 30 Songs!

If you’d like to join me, you can do this on any day you want – “casual players welcome” as Tracy from over at Refelections Of An Untidy Mind perfeclt puts it. 😉

A pingback to my posts would be lovely, so that I can keep track of your favourite songs as well.

 

After having shared some of my favourite songs by artists known and loved all around the world, I’m going to introduce to a band today, I’m fairly sure you’ve never heard of before. 😉

A little warning – today’s song is in German, so don’t be worried if you don’t understand a single word they sing: there’s nothing wrong with your ears. 😉

“Die Ärzte” (The Physicians) is a German Punk Rock band from Berlin and I’ve been a fan ever since I can remember. (By the way – they’re no real physicians but wouldn’t it be cool if they were?!)

Actually the first ever concert I’ve been going to was one of theirs!

They often call themselves “Die beste Band der Welt” (“The best band in the world”) in jest due to them wondering why they have so many fans. They often change their band name for short periods, sometimes only a matter of days. For example, they called themselves “Die Köche” (“The cooks”) to promote their 2007 album “Jazz ist anders” (“Jazz is different”). By adopting new names, the band is able to avoid attracting large crowds, allowing them to hold small concerts.

The band has been very popular in Germany, Austria and Switzerland. Unlike fellow early 1980s German punk band Die Toten Hosen (whose career has often been compared to Die Ärzte), Die Ärzte are largely unknown outside of these countries, aside from descendants of German nationals abroad. The band considered releasing an album in English in the mid-1990s, but they dropped the idea.

 

 

 

Here are the lyrics, both in German and in English if you’re interested. The English translation lacks a bit of verve but to be fair, it’s quite hard to translate any text and I’m grateful that someone else did it, so I didn’t have to. 😉

 

JUNGE
Junge, warum hast du nichts gelernt?
Guck dir den Dieter an, der hat sogar ein Auto.
Warum gehst du nicht zu Onkel Werner in die Werkstatt?
Der gibt dir ne Festanstellung, wenn du ihn darum bittest.
Junge…

Und wie du wieder aussiehst, Löcher in der Hose und ständig dieser Lärm
(Was solln die Nachbarn sagen?)
Und dann noch deine Haare, da fehlen mir die Worte
Musst du die denn färben?
(Was solln die Nachbarn sagen?)
Nie kommst du nach Hause, wir wissen nicht mehr weiter

Junge, brich deiner Mutter nicht das Herz
Es ist noch nicht zu spät, dich an der Uni einzuschreiben
Du hast dich doch früher so für Tiere interessiert, wäre das nichts für dich, eine eigene Praxis?
Junge…

Und wie du wieder aussiehst, Löcher in der Nase und ständig dieser Lärm
(Was solln die Nachbarn sagen?)
Elektrische Gitarren und immer diese Texte
Das will doch keiner hörn
(Was solln die Nachbarn sagen?)
Nie kommst du nach Hause, soviel schlechter Umgang
Wir werden dich enterben
(Was soll das Finanzamt sagen?)
Wo soll das alles enden, wir machen uns doch Sorgen

(Und du warst so ein süßes Kind)
(Und du warst so ein süßes Kind)
(Und du warst so ein süßes Kind)
(Du warst so süß)

Und immer deine Freunde, ihr nehmt doch alle Drogen
Und ständig dieser Lärm
(Was solln die Nachbarn sagen?)
Denk an deine Zukunft, denk an deine Eltern
Willst du dass wir sterben?

 

BOY

Boy, why didn’t you learn anything?
See Dieter, he even has a car.
Why don’t you join Uncle Werner in the workshop?
He will give you employment if you ask him to.
Boy …

(Chorus)
And what you look like again, holes in the pants and always this noise
(What will the neighbours say?)
And then your hair, words fail me!
Do you have to stain them?
(What will the neighbours say?)
You never come home, we do not know what to do.

Boy, don’t break your mother’s heart
It is not too late to enrol at the university
You used to be interested in animals, wouldn’t this be an option?
Your own medical practice?
Boy…

(Chorus)
And what you look like again, holes in the nose and always this noise
(What will the neighbours say?)
Electric guitars and always these texts
Nobody wants to listen to this.
(What will the neighbours say?)
You never come home, so much bad company
We will disinherit you
(What will the tax office say?)
How shall all this end up, we are so worried

(And you were such a sweet child)
(You were so sweet)

(Chorus)
And always your friends, all of you take drugs
And always this noise
(What will the neighbours say?)
Think of your future, think of your parents
Wilt thou that we die?