don’t let me down
take a sad song and make it better
remember to let her into your heart
then you can start to make it better
don’t make it bad
you were born to
go out and get her
for some reason, sitting on the bench under the darkening clouds at the Brandenburg Gate, absorbing this image and others from 1933 that tell the story of the rise to power of the Nazis and their first moves towards implementing their vision of a pure Aryan race secure in its lebensraum, this song and its half-remembered lyrics start playing in my head. compulsively, on repeat. soothing but disturbing.