A Cage To Hold My Dreams
Spandau Without The Ballet
Knock, knock
Who's there ?
Rudolf Hess !
Good. Thats where you stay.
It is September 30th 1966
and I am fifteen days from getting married.
In Berlin, at Spandau Prison, Rudolf Hess has a different
future awaiting him. From today,
he has the entire prison to himself.
His fellow inmates, Baldur Von Schirach and Albert Speer
have just left. Speer has gone home
to his wife in Heidelberg
Von Schirach is reunited with his son Klaus.
Released after two thousand empty days and nights
into a world they don't understand
a world they tried desperately to possess
but failed. Poor old Rudolf,
If he wasn't mad before, he soon will be.
He has been in captivity for twenty-five years
Since May 10th 1941, to be precise,
when his Messerschmidt landed in Scotland
and he offered Britain a convenient way out of the War.
Convenient for the Nazi Party, that is.
Twenty-five years of staring at a wall
Now finally, completely, he is alone,
skin-and-bone, confused, dispirited,
as useless as a twisted paper-clip
But not quite finished.
Before his two friends left, they walked with him
in the prison yard. Von Shirach wanted to cheer him up,
but there were no good old days to talk about.
They had failed
and their collective misery weighed a ton.
Afterwards, Rudolf took himself to bed.
It was early evening and the sun was still warm
But he'd had enough excitement
for one life.
Knock, knock
Who's there ?
Rudolf Hess
Serves him right !
