tigers' hitparade :-)))
den haben Matrosen zum Herrscher gekrönt;
er fliegt um die Erde
vom Südpol nach Norden, kein Ziel ist zu weit.
Der Albatros kennt keine Grenzen.
Say a prayer for the cowboy
His mare's run away
And he'll walk til he finds her
His darling, his stray
but the river's in flood
and the roads are awash
and the bridges break up
in the panic of loss.
And there's nothing to follow
There's nowhere to go
She's gone like the summer
gone like the snow
And the crickets are breaking
his heart with their song
as the day caves in
and the night is all wrong
Did he dream, was it she
who went galloping past
and bent down the fern
broke open the grass
and printed the mud with
the iron and the gold
that he nailed to her feet
when he was the lord
And although she goes grazing
a minute away
he tracks her all night
he tracks her all day
Oh blind to her presence
except to compare
his injury here
with her punishment there
Then at home on a branch
in the highest tree
a songbird sings out
so suddenly
Ah the sun is warm
and the soft winds ride
on the willow trees
by the river side
Oh the world is sweet
the world is wide
and she's there where
the light and the darkness divide
and the steam's coming off her
she's huge and she's shy
and she steps on the moon
when she paws at the sky
And she comes to his hand
but she's not really tame
She longs to be lost
he longs for the same
and she'll bolt and she'll plunge
through the first open pass
to roll and to feed
in the sweet mountain grass
Or she'll make a break
for the high plateau
where there's nothing above
and there's nothing below
and it's time for the burden
it's time for the whip
Will she walk through the flame
Can he shoot from the hip
So he binds himself
to the galloping mare
and she binds herself
to the rider there
and there is no space
but there's left and right
and there is no time
but there's day and night
And he leans on her neck
and he whispers low
"Whither thou goest
I will go"
And they turn as one
and they head for the plain
No need for the whip
Ah, no need for the rein
Now the clasp of this union
who fastens it tight?
Who snaps it asunder
the very next night
Some say the rider
Some say the mare
Or that love's like the smoke
beyond all repair
But my darling says
"Leonard, just let it go by
That old silhouette
on the great western sky"
So I pick out a tune
and they move right along
and they're gone like the smoke
and they're gone like this song
Optionen
Trotz Mauer und Grenze war die Musik damals eben auch ein Mittel auf beiden Seiten um zumindest etwas in Kontakt zu bleiben, selbst wenn man keine Verwandte auf der anderen Seite hatte mit denen man in Kontakt stand und sie zumindest von West nach Ost gelegentlich besuchte.
Die im Osten hörten viel Westmusik.
Aber auch hier im Westen waren Bands wie Karat oder Puhdys angesagt und machten schon Anfang der 80 iger im Westen erfolgreiche Touren und ließen den Blick auch vom Westen in den Osten schweifen.
Selbst im Musikuntergrund bestanden ja bekanntlich grenzüberschreitende Kontakte, wie zwischen Ost -und Westberliner-Punks, und gerade auch im intellektuellen Bereich gab es ganz bedeutende Künstler, die den Kulturaustausch betrieben wie Bettina Wegener oder Wolf Biermann, mit aber leidvollen Konsequenzen für diese Künstler.
Also die Musik hat verhindert, dass man sich vollständig aus den Augen verlor und war stets ein Mittel, den anderen besser kennen zulernen.
Und Schuld daran sind Ex nur ich und Kolbe ;)
Gute Nacht @zusammen.
SyncM.