Noch nicht Schicht

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.