Written over a few glasses of brandy on a Wednesday, near the Portuguese province town of Bombarral. Lutz Diehl was the omnipresent and widely loved German photographer at the annual Portuguese progressive rock event Gouveia Art Rock, as well as a dear dear friend of the band. He ran a restaurant in Germany and taught Fred all sorts of culinary tricks. And like Fred, he was a big-time fan of US-based art rock act Bent Knee and their lead singer Courtney Swain. Who beautifully sings on this track. Which cannot be said of Fred. But it had to be him for obvious reasons. And then, one crazy night...
FRED: acoustic guitar, bass guitar,
keyboards, melodica, percussion, vocals
THOMAS: electric guitar
COURTNEY: vocals
LYRICS
"I'm writing this in this tacky
place
Some bullshit Zen garden in the middle of nowhere
Third glass of brandy, to be where we used to be
Travelling up high
Used to see you up in Gouveia
Giant mustard moustache in the air
Right up by the stage
Your camera, your blue eyes
Made us into
Rock stars, rock stars
You were the only Real Deal, the one and only Real
Diehl.
You were the only Real Deal, the one and only Real
Diehl.
You taught me how to cook right
Peel and slice and toss tight
Rick Wakeman taught us how to...
Count to four, five
Count from three to five
Count to four, five
Count from three to five
Count (seventeen)
One crazy night we went to see the Bent Knee
Gig down by the river at Titanic Sur Mer
I fucked up the car in the parking lot
We laughed a lot, but my wife did not
Drunk or stoned out of our mind
You jumped the counter, Courtney sang us blind
You snatched the vodka, we hit the night
Oliver and you made us fly
Quite right, quite right
You were our moustached
Buddha
And I miss you, I miss you.
You were our reckless Buddha
I miss you, I miss you..."
