Could it be (1. Vers) Could it be that we only forgive ourselves if we listen and do not put ourselves on shelves? That we walk empty paths without progress And in staying, there is something we must confess (2. Vers) Could it be that darkness knows ourselves good better than the light that guides and shines us, it should? That we recognize more truth in silence Pause than in words that mean only themselves. (Chorus) Could it be – that we ask questions in order to escape Ly to ourselves in order to reach a goal to fade? That our silence reveals more than our cry, And every beginning only means a tender farewell? (3. Vers) Could it be that time doesn't heal, only covers up What is hidden deep within? That memories don't comfort, but hurt so much And looking back only tugs at our hearts Verse 4 Could it be that we are formed only from loss, And that closeness without distance must end in discomfort ? That our heart only beats consciously free When it doesn't know where it's headed? Chorus (Finale) Could it be – that our longing consumes us and burns, That we only understand when nothing returns And that, when all questions finally fade away, One last doubt remains – and we comprehend? March 13, 2025 Jürgen Josef Fischer

Jürgen Josef Fischer - Singer, Songwriter

Digital Agony (english translation) I walk through the world, wearing digital glasses, everything is just numbers now, and everything is zero or one. My phone pushes me into a coma, 69 new messages, no matter from whom, everyone wants something from me, but no one knows me. I just want love, I just want warmth, I want someone to understand me! “Do you actually have the Lidl app?” No, I just want butter and potatoes, also carrots, and sometimes a kilo of pasta. Another email, please give us feedback, we want to know your opinion, but slowly I no longer know what I should think. And what I do know starts to blur. I just want friendship, I just want understanding, I want someone to see me! My tablet groans, “I won’t charge anymore,” loose connection?, software cataract?, no idea what’s wrong with it this time. “Your phone is too old, we no longer support updates, your operating system is at risk.” Right now, when I can use it quite well, a personal link It took long enough for me to develop a relationship with that thing. Good things take time. But we have no time for time. And boredom is a system error anyway. My car won’t start anymore, the battery is dying, my entertainment system is giving me the middle finger. The roadside assistance arrives quickly, well-oiled communication, deluxe digital channel. Freezing my butt off, it’s already below zero outside, can hardly wait. Here comes the ADAC, brings new life to the battery, actually everything is fine. I just want a smile, want a friendly voice, want someone to respect me! The battery is broken, clearly, but we can’t replace it, our diagnostic software isn’t conclusive. We can’t document it properly. Please sign here 7 times, just drive on, nothing will happen, just don’t think about it. Oh yes – were you satisfied with our service? Please give 5 stars here, thank you! Do pay us a visit. I just want a smile, want bright eyes, want someone who knows me! I buy something on the web, and customers who bought this also bought this and that… Windows pop up, greasy-grinning characters advertise old-man hygiene and investment strategies, finally comes 'Skip'… I buy a used CD, it plays completely without ads… please rate the purchase now, and then the seller, do you want a premium subscription? I just want peace, want the new day, want a feeling, I just want MYSELF! And please rate this text immediately afterwards….

Lyrics: Tom Tyson; Music: J.J. Fischer

A Boy Out of My Head Verse 1: I see him in the corner of a crowded place, Not really there, just a ghost in space. His laugh still echoes in my empty bed, Can’t get this boy out of my head. Verse 2: I walk the streets where we once ran, Shoelaces loose, no need for a plan. Now every turn feels cold instead, Still chasing a boy out of my head. Verse 3: He’s in the songs, he’s in the rain, In coffee steam and windowpane. I close my eyes, he paints them red, This boy I still can’t leave for dead. Verse 4: Time keeps pushing, so they say, But memories don’t wash away. I smile, pretend, but love’s not dead – He’s still the boy inside my head. Jürgen Josef Fischer

Jürgen Josef Fischer - Singer Songwriter