At the End of the Soul, Turn Right
From the songbook At the End of the Soul, Turn Right
Again you’re stuck, still in a rut
Still in a funk, up with a skunk
In the middle of the lager
Half an eye from the gaz chamber
When around you lies destruction
The scafolds of revolution
Chorus: You’re still crawling, man, you’re still there
There’ll be another breath of air
You’re in the grinder, honey pup
You’re being chewed, please don’t give up
At the end of the soul, turn right (2x)
You’re going down with your numbers
Feel like the runt of your litter
And you’re straight out of your shelter
With the snowstorm coming nearer
When in your mind lies oblivion
When you find no bad solution
Chorus: You’re still crawling, girl, you’re still there
There’ll be another breath of air
You’re in the grinder, honey pup
You’re being chewed, but don’t give up
At the end of the soul, turn right (2x)
You’re back in your mommy’s basement
Your chewing gum feels like cement
And you have fallen down your height
Dark entities are left and right
When you are bathed in darkness
When your life is a torrid mess
Chorus: You’re still crawling, dear, you’re still there
There’ll be another breath of air
You’re in the grinder, honey pup
You’re being chewed, but don’t give up
At the end of the soul, turn right (2x)
Like a fish trapped into the dung
You need to grow a single lung
They learned to take a gulp of air
The passage still a big mystere
Crawl, my baby, ‘way from the swamp
Go on, darling, extend that stump
At the end of the Soul, turn right (3x)
At the end of your Soul, turn right
Note: This song was inspired by the resilience of three Holocaust survivors which have profoundly inspired me: Martin Gray, Satprem and Jorge Semprun. Satprem (born Bernard Enginger) said in a interview with the French journalist Jacques Chancel that ‘when everything has fallen apart, there’s still something’. His affirmation has helped me to hold on to that something, many times. It still does.
