it's not marcel nebeling (aka badfinger) himself who is writing this to you. it's me, michael, his brother. today, i'm writing you for my brother. i'm very sad to let you know that he died on june 24 this year. he was 30.
some of you may not know that he got a heart transplant in december 1998 after having fought for his life for 21 years. he has experienced much better quality of living since then, probably with his best times from 2003 to 2006. with the new heart he was able to finish his studies, find work, and live on his own in his own appartment in augsburg.
now in the year 2008 he was in the 10th year with his new heart. n
LOSING YOU (it's actually from December07, but it still is true!)
When the world fades to gray,
When the time seems to stay
Endless and full of ache
When you call me a loser
When you become the totally refuser
Don't you see what's happening?
What's done so far?
Didn't I say that I stay at your side?
Didn't I do what I promised you,
But you are just flying away like a bird,
And don't you see you make my heart hurt?
So you call me a Loser?
See what you've done to me,
But I'm not the loser,
I'm just losing you,
And its sad... but true.
But the game one plays always in two ways,
If you leave you lose always.
It isn't done yet,
So you just cut me down! So you just try to slow me down? Ok! You try to stop me, do leave on the road, dead! NO YOU CANT STOP ME! For every punch in the gut, for every smack in the face, I will stand up, will rise and start anew! You can't stop me!