Hour of Power

 
Power & Glory == Lou Reed

I was visited by The Power and The Glory
I was visited by a majestic hymn
Great bolts of lightening
lighting up the sky
Electricity flowing through my veins
I was captured by a larger moment
I was seized by divinity's hot breath
Gorged like a lion on experience
Powerful from life
I wanted all of it--
Not some of it
I saw a man turn into a bird
I saw a man turn into a tiger
I saw a man hang from a cliff by the tips of his toes
in the jungles of the Amazon
I saw a man put a red hot needle through his eye
turn into a crow and fly through the trees
swalow hot coals and breathe out flames
and I wanted this to happen to me
We saw the moon vanish into his pocket
We saw the stars disappear from sight
We saw him walk across water into the sun
while bathed in eternal light
We spewed out questions waiting for answers
creating legends, religions and myths
Books, stories, movies and plays
all trying to explain this
I saw a great man turn into a little child
The cancer reduce him to dust
His voice growing weaker as he fought for his life
with a bravery few men know
I saw isotopes introduced into his lungs
trying to stop the cancerous spread
And it made me think of Leda and The Swan
and gold being made from lead
The same power that burned Hiroshima
causing three legged babies and death
Shrunk to the size of a nickel
to help him regain his breath
And I was struck by The Power and The Glory
I was visited by a majestic Him
Great bolts of lightening lighting up the sky
as the radiation flowed through him
He wanted all of it
Not some of it


 

a dawn so very dark

 
There Is A Kingdom == Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

Just like a bird that sings up the sun
In a dawn so very dark
Such is my faith for you
Such is my faith
And all the world's darkness can't swallow up
A single spark
Such is my love for you
Such is my love

There is a kingdompr
There is a king
And he lives without
And he lives within

The starry heavens above me
The moral law within
So the world appears
So the world appears
This day so sweet
It will never come again
So the world appears
Through this mist of tears

There is a kingdom
There is a king
And he lives without
And he lives within


 

ha perfino sorriso

 
... accarezzandole il viso


Il Parco Della Luna == Lucio Dalla

Sono più di cent'anni
che al parco della luna,
arriva Sonny Boy,
coi cavalli di legno e la sua donna fortuna.
I denti di ferro e gli occhi neri
puntati nel cielo per capirne i misteri.


E' nato a Ferrara, anzi l'hanno trovato su un muro
E' pieno di segni e i muscoli corrono sulla sua pelle
Sonny Boy ha disegnato sulle braccia la mappa delle stelle
e di notte va a caccia, con il cavallo raccoglie chi si è perduto

Anch'io quante volte da bambino ho chiesto aiuto
Quante volte da solo mi sono perduto
quante volte ho pianto e sono caduto.
Guardando le stelle ho chiesto di capire,
come entrare nel mondo dei grandi senza paura,
paura di morire.

Come uno zingaro seduto sul muro,
gli occhi nel cielo puntati sul futuro.

Dei suoi mille figli non ricorda un viso,
ne ha avuto uno per coltello,
ha fatto un figlio per ogni nemico ucciso.
Sonny Boy non è cattivo, ha persino sorriso
guardando Fortuna, accarezzandole il viso.

Gli ho visti abbracciarsi come bimbi nel parco della luna
tutti e due con la valigia nella mano,
con l'aria di chi deve partire e andare lontano
oppure morire, in silenzio, sparire piano piano.

Sopra il loro cavallo di legno,
con la loro pelle scuranella mano.
Adesso Sonny boy e la sua donna fortuna,
saranno a metà strada tra Ferrara e la luna.


 

wunschliste

 
Es sind bald 2 Jahre her, seit der Bundespolizist mir mal sagte

Ich wünsche dir, dass du zumindest ein Wenig zur Ruhe kommen kannst.

2 Jahre... 2 Jahre habe ich gabraucht, um nicht ununterbrochen auf 200 zu sein. Um wirklich ein ganz kleines Wenig Ruhe zu finden.
Ich bin immer noch den halben Tag am rotieren, die andere Hälfte am Blogs schreiben und die Ärzte am beschimpfen. Doch, zum ersten Mal, bin ich nicht die ganze Zeit mich am innerlich zerfressen. Zum ersten Mal schaffe ich es hin und wieder, 20 Minuten zu ruhen... zu leben... zu erleben. 2 Jahre.

Das Positive daran, ist das Positive darin. Es geht also irgendwie nicht nur noch in Richtung Mauer. Mit 300 pro Stunde in einem Go-Kart sitzend. Und... man soll doch die volle Hälfte des Glases wahrnehmen und beachten, habe ich mal gehört.

Sich etwas zu wünschen ist dennoch immer gut. Es ist wie das Träumen und das Lieben. Solange die Wünsche einen nicht kaputt machen, können sie das sein, woran ein Mensch wächst.

Und, in schlechten Zeiten, lernt der Mensch bescheiden zu sein...


Mahogany Wood == The Residents

I wish I was bigger
I wish I was tall
I wish I had houses
Instead of this hall

Somebody put me
Inside it one day
I know who it is
But he won't let me say

I wish I was something
I wish I was good
I wish I was made of
Mahogany wood

I wish I was something
I wish I was good
I wish I was made of
Mahogany wood

He looks at me sometimes
And sometimes he knocks
On doorways beside me
And sometimes he rocks

Me to sleep in a chair
For he knows that I need
Affection as much
As a cut needs to bleed

I wish I was something
I wish I was good
I wish I was made of
Mahogany wood

I wish I was something
I wish I was good
I wish I was made of
Mahogany wood

I wish I was something
I wish I was good
I wish I was made of
Mahogany wood

I wish I was something
I wish I was good
I wish I was made of
Mahogany wood