Tja, da war wohl jemand besonders besonnen, die Anweisungen direkt vor einem Polizeireview zu ignorieren.
About Being Free
Don’t be told it can’t be done
Because the best all die young
Yeah we all feel the same
And if there’s nothing left to say
Just have the guts to disagree
Or plaster on a face for meWhoa, where’s your passion? Where’s your fire tonight?
Whoa, I can’t believe there’s nothing you’re willing to hide
Twin Atlantic – Free
About the Facts of Myth
When these [biblical] stories are interpreted, though, not as reports of historic fact, but as merely imagined episodes onto history, and when they are recognised, then, as analogous to like projections produced elsewhere, in China, India, Yucatán, the import becomes obvious; namely, that although false and to be rejected as accounts of physical history, such universally cherished figures of the mythic imagination must represent facts of the mind: “facts of the mind made manifest in a fiction of matter,” as my friend the late Maya Deren once phrased the mystery. And whereas it must, of course, be the task of the historian, archaeologist, and prehistorian to show that the myths are as facts untrue—that there is no one Chosen People of God in this multiracial world, no Found Truth to which we all must bow, no One and Only True Church—it will be more and more, and with incasing urgency, the task of the psychologist and comparative mythologist not only to identify, analyse, and interpret the symbolised “facts of the mind,” but also to evolve techniques for retaining these in health and, as the old traditions of the fading past dissolve, assist mankind to a knowledge and appreciation of our own inward, as well as the world’s outward, orders of fact.
About Change
I’m tired of being me
And I don’t like what I see
I’m not who I appear to be
So I start off every day
Down on my knees I will pray
For a change in any way
But as the day goes by
I live through another lie
If it’s any wonder why
Zu spät
Samstag Abend in der naTo. Byebye spielen sich bereits die Finger wund und ich bin zu spät. Das ist mir sogar ein Taxi-Ritt wert. Ziemlich zügig sind wir dann auch am Südplatz. Letzte Worte des Taxifahrers: “Ich kenne den Burgerladen noch unter anderer Verwendung: Toiletten.” “Ja, trotzdem total lecker!” füge ich hinzu. Puh, gerade noch mal die Integrität des geliebten Jalapeño-Burgers bewahrt.
Nur mal nebenbei
Nur mal nebenbei bemerkt, der Frühling ist wieder da! Heißt Zeit um was zu schaffen. Arbeit gestaltet sich herausfordernd: wir sind nun schon 9 in der Entwicklung. Ein neues Release gab es auch pünktlich. Funktioniert sogar. Macht Lust auf mehr. Das Fahrrad läuft auch wieder. Wer Bock auf Fahrradtouren hat der möge sich melden. Ansonsten… mehr Musik… Chorband, Aufnahmen für die Band, Tontechniker, allgemeines Konzerte-gehen. Ich gebe mir auch die möglichste Mühe früher als 30 Minuten vorher Bescheid zu geben. Wirklich.
About the Girl from Ipanema
Tall and tan and young and lovely, the girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, each one she passes goes `ah’
When she walks, she’s like a samba that swings so cool and sways so gently
That when she passes, each one she passes goes `ooh’
But I watch her so sadly, how can I tell her I love her
Yes I would give my heart gladly,
But each day, when she walks to the sea
She looks straight ahead, not at me