Aus aktu­el­lem Anlass die Erin­ne­rung an einen schö­nen Traum:

Scha­de nur, dass es in Vie­lem trotz­dem wohl ein Traum blei­ben wür­de, selbst wenn die Prä­si­dent­schafts­wahl “gut aus­geht”.  Trotz alle­dem wäre das klei­ne­re Übel wohl beru­hi­gen­der für uns alle — und dafür, dass der Traum wei­ter­le­ben kann …

Democracy is coming to the USA (Leonard Cohen)

It’s coming through a hole in the air,
From tho­se nights in Tian­an­men Square.
It’s coming from the feel
That this ain’t exact­ly real,
Or it’s real, but it ain’t exact­ly there.
From the wars against disorder,
From the sirens night and day,
From the fires of the homeless,
From the ashes of the gay:
Demo­cra­cy is coming to the U.S.A.
It’s coming through a crack in the wall
On a visio­na­ry flood of alcohol
From the stag­ge­ring account
Of the Ser­mon on the Mount
Which I don’t pre­tend to under­stand at all.
It’s coming from the silence
On the dock of the bay,
From the bra­ve, the bold, the battered
Heart of Chevrolet
Demo­cra­cy is coming to the U.S.A.

It’s coming from the sor­row in the street,
The holy places whe­re the races meet
From the homic­i­dal bitchin’
That goes down in every kitchen
To deter­mi­ne who will ser­ve and who will eat.
From the wells of disappointment
Whe­re the women kne­el to pray
For the grace of God in the desert here
And the desert far away:
Demo­cra­cy is coming to the U.S.A.

Sail on, sail on
O migh­ty Ship of State!
To the Shores of Need
Past the Reefs of Greed
Through the Squalls of Hate
Sail on, sail on, sail on, sail on.

It’s coming to Ame­ri­ca first,
The crad­le of the best and of the worst.
It’s here they got the range
And the machi­nery for change
And it’s here they got the spi­ri­tu­al thirst.
It’s here the family’s broken
And it’s here the lonely say
That the heart has got to open
In a fun­da­men­tal way:
Demo­cra­cy is coming to the U.S.A.

It’s coming from the women and the men.
O baby, we’ll be making love again.
We’ll be going down so deep
The river’s going to weep,
And the mountain’s going to shout Amen!
It’s coming like the tidal flood
Beneath the lunar sway,
Impe­ri­al, mysterious,
In amo­rous array
Demo­cra­cy is coming to the U.S.A.

Sail on, sail on

I’m sen­ti­men­tal, if you know what I mean
I love the coun­try but I can’t stand the scene.
And I’m neither left or right
I’m just stay­ing home tonight,
Get­ting lost in that hope­l­ess litt­le screen.
But I’m stub­born as tho­se gar­ba­ge bags
That Time can­not decay,
I’m junk but I’m still hol­ding up
This litt­le wild bouquet
Demo­cra­cy is coming to the U.S.A.


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