Blumfeld (German pronunciation: [ˈbluːmfɛlt]) was an indie-pop band from Hamburg, Germany, formed by singer and songwriter Jochen Distelmeyer. The name of the band was taken from the main character of the short story "Blumfeld, ein älterer Junggeselle" by Franz Kafka. Blumfeld are counted among the most significant representatives of the Hamburger Schule (School of Hamburg) and are considered to be one of the most successful combos of the German indie scene.
Blumfeld's music is characterized by a distinctive disdain for human life in the context of modern consumer society. Fears, depressions, uncertainty, lack of orientation and love as main motive are the most important themes which are made a subject of discussion in their songs. The mainly melancholic music is seen as having a pessimistic tone.
Blumfeld was founded in 1990 by members of the then-defunct bands Der Schwarze Kanal and Bienenjäger. Originally strongly influenced by guitar feedback, the band's style evolved more toward pop music during the mid-1990s. Among the band's distinct traits are the convoluted lyrics, critical of society, which are sometimes presented in sprechgesang by singer Jochen Distelmeyer. Because of these texts, Blumfeld was often regarded by their audience as a showcase band for politically-left intellectuals. Nevertheless, the band managed to convey simple messages to a broader audience later in their career.
Gebt mir meine Dosis
von dem, was mir zusteht
den Rest
ich hab schon bezahlt
für meine Dosis
gebt sie mir jetzt Meine Endomorphinproduktion hat alles verlernt
da hilft auch kein Erinnern mehr
solang ich denken kann
war alles, was ich bekam,
meine Dosis
zu müde, um wütend zu werden
genug Erfahrung, um nicht lebensmüde zu sein
Schalt doch mal einer die Rhythmusmaschine ein!
Groove ist in 'se Mussikboks
fällt mir dabei ein
Zusatz:
Wer will nochmal, wer hat noch nicht?
Blöder Dealer halt Dein Maul, wenn der Truthahn spricht
Jetzt ich:
Wir trugen unser Geld in die Trinkerheilanstalt
die einzige Art zu leben
Mach doch mal einer den Kulturkack aus!
Ach geht ja nicht, laß bloß an, bin ja selber drin
Also gebt mir meine Dosis
von dem, was mir zusteht
den Rest
ich hab schon bezahlt
für meine Dosis