“I wish I was a fisherman, tumblin’ on the seas
Far away from dry land, and its bitter memories…
…with light in my head, you in my arms, woo”
“…no! I don’t write songs about cars! I write songs about the people who drive these cars!”
Johanna: Tell me a story.
Jacques: A story? Do you now how it is- do you know what you’re supposed to do, to meet a mermaid?
Jacques: You go down to the bottom of the sea, where the water isn’t even blue anymore, where the sky is only a memory, and you float there, in the silence. And you stay there, and you decide, that you’ll die for them. Only then do they start coming out. They come, and they greet you, and they judge the love you have for them. If it’s sincere, if it’s pure, they’ll be with you, and take you away forever.
(THE BIG BLUE, 1988)
“Ends the song of the sea on the coast or in the hearts of those who hear it?”
“Endet das Lied des Meeres an der Küste oder in den Herzen derer, die es vernehmen?”