Johnny Cash – Ghost riders in the sky

An old cowboy went ridin’ out one dark and windy day
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way
When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed cows, he saw
Plowed through the ragged skies and up a cloudy draw

Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel
Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath you could feel
A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky
For he saw the riders coming hard and he heard their mournful cry

Yipie I oh, yipie I ay, ghost riders in the sky
Their face is gaunt, their eyes were blurred

Their shirts all soaked with sweat
He’s ridin’ hard to catch that herd but he ‘ain’t caught ’em yet
‘Cause they’ve got to ride forever on that range up in the sky
On horses snorting fire as they ride on, hear them cry

As the riders leaned on by him, he heard one call his name
If you want to save your soul from hell a riding on our range
Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride
Tryin’ to catch the devil herd across these endless skies

Yipie I oh, yipie I ay,
Ghost riders in the sky
Ghost riders in the sky
Ghost riders in the sky

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Marty Robins – Big iron

 

To the town of Agua Fria rode a stranger one fine day
Hardly spoke to folks around him, didn’t have too much to say
No one dared to ask his business, no one dared to make a slip
For the stranger there amongst them had a big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip

It was early in the morning when he rode into the town
He came riding from the south side slowly lookin’ all around
He’s an outlaw loose and running came the whisper from each lip
And he’s here to do some business with the big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip

In this town there lived an outlaw by the name of Texas Red
Many men had tried to take him and that many men were dead
He was vicious and a killer though a youth of twenty-four
And the notches on his pistol numbered one and nineteen more
One and nineteen more

Now the stranger started talking, made it plain to folks around
Was an Arizona Ranger, wouldn’t be too long in town
He came here to take an outlaw back alive or maybe dead
And he said it didn’t matter, he was after Texas Red
After Texas Red

Wasn’t long before the story was relayed to Texas Red
But the outlaw didn’t worry men that tried before were dead
Twenty men had tried to take him, twenty men had made a slip
Twenty-one would be the ranger with the big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip

The morning passed so quickly, it was time for them to meet
It was twenty past eleven when they walked out in the street
Folks were watching from the windows, everybody held their breath
They knew this handsome ranger was about to meet his death
About to meet his death

There was forty feet between them when they stopped to make their play
And the swiftness of the Ranger is still talked about today
Texas Red had not cleared leather for a bullet fairly ripped
And the Ranger’s aim was deadly with the big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip

It was over in a moment and the folks had gathered ’round
There before them lay the body of the outlaw on the ground
Oh, he might have gone on living but he made one fatal slip
When he tried to match the Ranger with the big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip

Big iron, big iron
When he tried to match the Ranger
With the big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip

 

 

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Stevie Wonder – i just want to say

No New Year’s day to celebrate
No chocolate covered candy hearts to give away
No first of spring
No song to sing
In fact here’s just another ordinary day

No April rain, No flowers bloom
No wedding Saturday within the month of June
But what it is, is something true
Made up of these three words that I must say to you

I just called to say I love you
I just called to say how much I care
I just called to say I love you
And I mean it from the bottom of my heart

No summer’s high, No warm July
No harvest moon to light one tender August night
No autumn breeze
No falling leaves
Not even time for birds to fly to southern skies

No Libra sun, No Halloween
No giving thanks to all the Christmas joy you bring
But what it is, though old so new
To fill your heart like no three words could ever do

I just called to say I love you
I just called to say how much I care
I just called to say I love you
And I mean it from the bottom of my heart

I just called to say I love you
I just called to say how much I care, I do
I just called to say I love you
And I mean it from the bottom of my heart
Of my heart, of my heart

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Bruce Springsteen – I´m on fire

Hey little girl is your daddy home
Did he go away and leave you all alone
I got a bad desire
I’m on fire

Tell me now baby is he good to you
Can he do to you the things that I do
I can take you higher
I’m on fire

Sometimes it’s like someone took a knife baby
edgy and dull and cut a six-inch valley
through the middle of my soul

At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet
and a freight train running through the
middle of my head
Only you can cool my desire
I’m on fire

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David Bowie Heroes

And you, you can be meanAnd I, I’ll drink all the time
‘Cause we’re lovers, and that is a fact
Yes we’re lovers, and that is that

Though nothing, will keep us together
We could steal time,
just for one day
We can be Heroes, for ever and ever
What d’you say?

I, I wish you could swim
Like the dolphins, like dolphins can swim
Though nothing,
nothing will keep us together
We can beat them, for ever and ever
Oh we can be Heroes,
just for one day

I, I will be king
And you, you will be queen
Though nothing will drive them away
We can be Heroes, just for one day
We can be us, just for one day

I, I can remember (I remember)
Standing, by the wall (by the wall)
And the guns shot above our heads
(over our heads)
And we kissed,
as though nothing could fall
(nothing could fall)
And the shame was on the other side
Oh we can beat them, for ever and ever
Then we could be Heroes,
just for one day

We can be Heroes
We can be Heroes

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Blueberry Hill – Fats Domino

I found my thrill on Blueberry Hill
On Blueberry Hill when I found you
The moon stood still on Blueberry Hill
And lingered until my dreams came true

The wind in the willow played love’s sweet melody
But all of those vows we made were never to be
Though we’re apart you’re part of me still
For you were my thrill on Blueberry Hill

(I found my thrill)
Come climb the hill with me, baby
(On Blueberry Hill)
We’ll see what we shall see

(On Blueberry Hill)
I’ll bring my horn with me
(When I found you)
I’ll be with you where berries are blue

(The moon stood still)
Each afternoon we’ll go
(On Blueberry Hill)
Higher than the moon we’ll go
(And lingered until)
Then, to a weddin’ in June we’ll go
(My dreams came true)

The wind in the willow played
(Do you really love me)
Love’s sweet melody
(As I love you?)

But all of those vows we made
(Will you still remember)
Were never to be
(When the night is through?)

Though we’re apart you’re part of me still
For you were my thrill on Blueberry Hill

 

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Vom Einsatz privater Sicherheitskräften im öffentlichen Bereich

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Dringender Rat an alle Stadtverwaltungen dieser Erde!
Wenn schon private Sicherheitskräfte im öffentlichen Bereich eingesetzt werden müssen, dann BITTE mit der Vorgabe keine schwarzen Uniformen tragen zu dürfen. Schwarz macht aggressiv (was vermutlich im Interesse privater Organisatoren ist) und weckt nur dumme Erinnerungen.

 

Urgent advice to all city governments oft this world!
Never ever allow private securities to wear black uniforms. This increases aggressivity (without doubt in behalf oft those companies) and awakes ugly memories.
How!

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Die 7 Todsünden

In der Schule haben manche von uns von Ihnen gehört – auch im täglichen Leben treffen wir manchmal den Begriff der “Sieben Todsünden”:

  • Stolz, Eitelkeit, Hoffart / pride
  • Neid, Missgunst / envy
  • Zorn, Wut / wrath
  • Trägheit, Überdruß / sloth
  • Geiz, Habgier, Habsucht / greed
  • Völlerei, Unmäßigkeit, Freßsucht, Gefräßigkeit / gluttony
  • Wollust, Unkeuschheit / lust

Eine kleine Reflexion darüber:

Immer, wenn wir (=ein(e) jede(r) von uns) neidisch auf etwas sind, übermässig geizig, faul oder des Nachbarn Frau/Mann begehren usw. dann hat uns dies etwas zu sagen.

In einer guten und offenen Gesellschaft sollte es möglich sein den Blick auf diese wichtigen Seiten unseres Da-Seins nicht hinter der schweren Türen der Tod-Sünde zu versperren. Im Gegenteil, eine gute Religion sollte seine Schäfchen ermuntern darüber zu sprechen: Auszusprechen – im Kreis lieber Menschen, dass man z.B. neidisch ist. In die Selbstreflexion gehen, hinterfragen was dahinter steckt und so nach und nach dieses Gefühl abzubauen und aufzulösen.

Diese 7 Gefühle zu verbannen, noch dazu mit dem Terminus der “Todsünde” zu versehen, bewirkt Beschneidung und hemmt jede gesunde persönliche Entwicklung.

Ich will nicht sagen, dass es sich bei den 7 um wünschenswerte, gute Eigenschaften handelt. Hinschauen und Selbstreflexion sind notwendig und Aufgabe eines jeden von uns.

Aber bitte achtsam und nicht mit der Axt der Tosdünde im Genick!

How !

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fällt uns nicht mehr ein?

Auf meiner Radreise durch das Donautal komme ich durch viele kleine Dörfer. Je kleiner das Dorf umso wichtiger wird es für die Einwohner eine “Herkunft” eine “Identität” zu haben. Formulierungen wie “unser Dorf hat seine Ursprünge in der Karolingischen Zeit….” oder “Erstmals urkundlich erwähnt im Jahr 1384….” sind keine Seltenheit. Jeder von uns hat sie schon gelesen.

Diese Ausflüge in die Vergangenheit sind zwar interessant, aber sie lenken auch vom den wirklich wesentlichen Themen unseres Lebens ab.

Hier die Vorstellung eines Dorfes der anderen Art:

“In unserem Dorf leben wir eine Gemeinschaft in der Männer und Frauen gleichberechtigt sind. Wir achten unsere Alten und geben unseren Kindern eine gesunde Entwicklungsmöglichkeit. Wir leben im Einklang mit der Natur und wir pflegen einen gesunden Lebensstil”.

… vielleicht liest das ja der eine oder andere Bürgermeister..

HOW!

 

 

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Die Krachlederne

Die Krachlederne

image.. anlässlich eines sehr gediegenen Mittagessens und dem damit verbundenen Studium der anderen Gäste des “Jagasimmerls” entfuhr mir der Sager:

“Manche tragen ihre Krachlederne und manche ziehen sie an.”

Ich hatte dann sogar das Vergnügen mit jenem Mann, den ich als Träger identifiziert hatte, und der mich als solcher maßgeblich inspiriert hatte, ein paar Worte zu wechseln und er erzählte mir voller Stolz, dass er 12 Lederhosen sein Eigen nennt, fast ausschliesslich dieser Art von Hose vertraut und er schon von den Leuten gefragt wird, ob er überhaupt noch andere Hosen besitze?

Das war eine recht eine nette Begebenheit und im Nachhinein fällt mir ein, dass dieses “Tragen” und “Anziehen” bei manchen ZeitgenossInnen durchaus auch als Metapher für Meinung und Gesinnung herhalten kann.

How !

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