to guide him

 
Ich habe nie an einen Gott geglaubt, den ich hätte "Wieso?* fragen, den ich hätte für grausam oder sadistisch, aber auch nicht für liebwollend und schlussendlich gerecht halten können. Wie es Nick Cave so schön sagt, ich habe nie an einen in das Geschehen eingreifenden Gott geglaubt. Doch ich habe mich nie von Gott verlassen gefühlt. Ich hatte in meinem Leben das Glück, nie mein Ur-Vertrauen verloren zu haben. Bei aller möglichen menschlichen Mysere hatte ich irgendwie immer das Gefühl, teil eines Stroms zu sein, mit dem Fluss der Dinge zu gehen. Ich hatte immer ein Herz erwärmendes Gefühl einer leichten Strömung, die mich teilweise mitträgt. Nennt man dieses Gefühl Freude, Liebe, Glaube? Ich weiss es nicht... Ich weiss aber, dass es mich schon ein Leben lang begleitet und zum Glück niemals ganz verlassen hat, selbst in den allerschlimmsten Zeiten. Etwas, weit über den Instinkt hinaus, etwas Geistiges, Mystisches. Diese Strömung: Manchmal zwang sie mich, gegen einer viel grösseren Strömung zu schwimmen, die so viele Menschen um mir herum zu folgen schienen. Manchal fühlte es sich auch kurz so an, als würde ich immer im Kreise schwimmen, in einer riesigen Schüssel voller Joghurt. Aber am Schluss fühlte es sich immer richtig an, wie schwierig es auch sein mochte. Am Schluss hatte ich immer das Gefühl, es gäbe was grösseres als mich und meine Probleme. Und ich hatte das Gefühl, das Vermächtnis der Zeiten würde mir schlussendlich den Weg weisen. Denn am Ende, sind wir nichts als ein Sandkorn in einem Ozean der Zeit. Und dieser Ozean hält wahrscheinlich etwas für uns bereit, dass wir uns noch gar nicht zu vorstellen in der Lage sind.




Listening Wind  ==  Talking Heads
Produced by Brian Eno

Mojique sees his village from a nearby hill
Mojique thinks of days before Americans came
He sees the foreigners in growing numbers
He sees the foreigners in fancy houses
He thinks of days that he can still remember...now.

Mojique holds a package in his quivering hands
Mojique sends the package to the American man
Softly he glides along the streets and alleys
Up comes the wind that makes them run for cover
He feels the time is surely now or never...more.

The wind in my heart
The wind in my heart
The dust in my head
The dust in my head
The wind in my heart
The wind in my heart
(Come to) Drive them away
Drive them away.u
Mojique buys equipment in the market place
Mojique plants devices in the free trade zone
He feels the wind is lifting up his people
He calls the wind to guide him on his mission
He knows his friend the wind is always standing...by.

Mojique smells the wind that comes from far away
Mojique waits for news in a quiet place
He feels the presence of the wind around him
He feels the power of the past behind him
He has the knowledge of the wind to guide him...on.

The wind in my heart
The wind in my heart
The dust in my head
The dust in my head
The wind in my heart
The wind in my heart
(Come to) Drive them away
Drive them away.


 
 

nichts ist besser als das

 
Our thoughts compressed.
Which makes us blessed.


Girlfriend Is Better == Talking Heads

I . . . who took the money?
Who took the money away?
I . . . it’s always showtime
Here at the edge of the stage
I, i, i, wake up and wonder
What was the place, what was the name?
We wanna wait, but here we go again...

I . . . takes over slowly
But doesn’t last very long
I . . . no need to worry
Evr’ything’s under control
O - u - t but no hard feelings
What do you know? take you away
We’re being taken for a ride again
I got a girlfriend that’s better than that
She has the smoke in her eyes
She’s moving up, going right through my house
She’s ginna give me surprise
Better than this, know that it’s right
I think you can if you like
I git a girlfriend with bows in her hair
And nothing is better than that

Down, down in the basement
We hear the sound of machines
I, i, I’m driving in circles
Come to my senses sometimes
Why, why, why, why start it over?
Nothing was lost, everthing’s free
I don’t care how impossible it seems

Somebody calls you but you cannot hear
Get closer to be far away
Only one look and that’s all that we need
Maybe that’s all that it takes
All that it takes, all that it takes
All that it takes, all that it takes
I got a girlfriend that’s betther than that
And she goes wherever she likes. (there she
goes...)

I got a girlfriend that’s better than that
Now everyone’s getting involved
She’s moving up going right through my heart
We might not ever get caught
Going right through (try to stay cool) going
through, staying cool
I got a girlfriend that’s better than that
And nothing is better than you

I got a girlfriend thats better that this
And you don’t remember at all
As we get older and stop making sense
You won’t find her waiting long
Stop making sense, stop making sense...stop
making sense, making sense
I got a girlfriend that’s better than that
And nothing is better that this
( is it? )


 

the rules do NOT apply

 
Man With A Gun == Jerry Harrison

A pretty girl, a pretty girl
Can walk anywhere
All doors open for her
Like a breath of fresh air,
Her beauty, it precedes her
Wrapped in her beauty,
Everywhere, she is welcome
First class on the plane,
Closed door of the club,
All faces turn, all faces turn
And they come alive,
With a desire to protect her
Nothing can interfere
With a dream of dreams so near
And when she caught my eye,
We were those for whom
The rules do not apply.

Chorus:

Pretty girl young man old man
Man with a gun
Two people in love (Two people in love)
The rules do not apply
To people in love
Pretty girl young man old man
Man with a gun
Two people in love (Two people in love)
The rules do not apply
To people in love

On a wire, a high wire
She likes to balance on a knife
She says on the wire,
That is living, oh,
You can forget the rest
On the wire, that is living,
Each step must be in place
So don't look down,
One false move is all it takes.
We'd rather risk it all;
Roll the dice and let them fall
They say we can't survive
But a life like this keeps me alive
Doesn't matter where we are,
I still say the rules do not apply