Ein Wahlprogramm wie ein monolektischer Gesinnungsaufsatz
Einleitung:
Fritze Merz erzählt ja gern Tünkram.
Hauptteil:
Fritze Merz - der Alltag in Tünkram
Schluss:
Tünkram von und mit Fritze Tünkram
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Kommen wir nun zu was ganz Andrem.
Seit Tagen läuft bei mir mal wieder in Dauerschleife von Lucinda Williams’ „A night of Bob Dylan Songs“ meine beiden Lieblingslieder „Political world“ und „Everything is broken“
Und für die, die beim Musikhören auch lesen können (Ich kann’s nich) noch 2 Büchertipps, Bücher, die hervorragend zu den Liedern passen (könnte man sagen):
„Rote Armee Fiktion“
hrsg. von Joachim Bruhn und Jan Gerber
Ca ira -Verlag
Freiburg, 2007
und
„Das Zeitalter des Populismus
Hallische Jahrbücher #2“
hrsg. von Christoph Beyer u.a.
Edition Tiamat
Berlin, 2024
****** Political world *******
We live in a political world
Love don’t have any place
We’re living in times where men commit crimes
And crime don’t have a face
We live in a political world
Icicles hanging down
Wedding bells ring and angels sing
Clouds cover up the ground
We live in a political world
Wisdom is thrown into jail
It rots in a cell, is misguided as hell
Leaving no one to pick up a trail
We live in a political world
Where mercy walks the plank
Life is in mirrors, death disappears
Up the steps into the nearest bank
We live in a political world
Where courage is a thing of the past
Houses are haunted, children are unwanted
The next day could be your last
We live in a political world
The one we can see and can feel
But there’s no one to check, it’s all a stacked deck
We all know for sure that it’s real
We live in a political world
In the cities of lonesome fear
Little by little you turn in the middle
But you’re never sure why you’re here
We live in a political world
Under the microscope
You can travel anywhere and hang yourself there
You always got morethan enough rope
We live in a political world
Turning and a-thrashing about
As soon as you’re awake, you’re trained to take
What looks like the easy way out
We live in a political world
Where peace is not welcome at all
It’s turned away from the door to wander some more
Or put up against the wall
We live in a political world
Everything is hers or his
Climb into the frame and shout God’s name
But you’re never sure what it is
(Bob Dylan)
****** Everything Is Broken *******
Broken lines, broken strings
Broken threads, broken springs
Broken idols, broken heads
People sleeping in broken beds
Ain?t no use jiving, ain't no use joking
Everything is broken
Broken bottles, broken plates
Broken switches, broken gates
Broken dishes, broken parts
Streets are filled with broken hearts
Broken words never meant to be spoken
Everything is broken
Seem like every time you stop and turn around
Something else just hit the ground
Broken cutters, broken saws
Broken buckles, broken laws
Broken bodies, broken bones
Broken voices on broken phones
Take a deep breath, feel like you?re choking
Everything is broken
Every time you leave and go off someplace
Things fall to pieces in my face
Broken hands on broken ploughs
Broken treaties, broken vows
Broken pipes, broken tools
People bending broken rules
Hound dog howling, bull frog croaking
Everything is broken
(Bob Dylan)
