Hier Kommt Alex

by Die Toten Hosen

Hier Kommt Alex

In einer Welt, in der man nur noch lebt,
damit man täglich roboten geht,
ist die größte Aufregung, die es noch gibt,
das allabendliche Fernsehbild.

Jeder Mensch lebt wie ein Uhrwerk,
wie ein Computer programmiert.
Es gibt keinen, der sich dagegen wehrt,
nur ein paar Jugendliche sind frustriert.

Wenn am Himmel die Sonne untergeht,
beginnt für die Droogs der Tag.
In kleinen Banden sammeln sie sich,
gehn gemeinsam auf die Jagd.

Hey, hier kommt Alex!
Vorhang auf – für seine Horrorschau.
Hey, hier kommt Alex!
Vorhang auf – für ein kleines bisschen Horrorschau.

Auf dem Kreuzzug gegen die Ordnung
und die scheinbar heile Welt
zelebrieren sie die Zerstörung,
Gewalt und Brutalität.

Erst wenn sie ihre Opfer leiden sehn,
spüren sie Befriedigung.
Es gibt nichts mehr, was sie jetzt aufhält
in ihrer gnadenlosen Wut.

Hey, hier kommt Alex!
Vorhang auf – für seine Horrorschau.
Hey, hier kommt Alex!
Vorhang auf – für ein kleines bisschen Horrorschau.

Zwanzig gegen einen
bis das Blut zum Vorschein kommt.
Ob mit Stöcken oder Steinen,
irgendwann platzt jeder Kopf.
Das nächste Opfer ist schon dran,
wenn ihr den lieben Gott noch fragt:
“Warum hast Du nichts getan,
nichts getan?”

Hey, hier kommt Alex!
Vorhang auf – für seine Horrorschau.
Hey, hier kommt Alex!
Vorhang auf – für ein kleines bisschen Horrorschau.

  Here Comes Alex

In a world designed by the men in grey
who decide how we live and breathe,
there’s a masterplan for the company man
from the cradle to the company grave.

They thought that you’d be happy
with your place in the national scheme
and your carefully measured freedom
to conform to the corporate dream.

But there’s a virus in the software here
that shows like a cancer trace.
When you thought it was safe to relax,
it’s back right in your face.

Hey, here comes Alex –
and there’s nowhere left for you to go.
Hey, here comes Alex –
yes it’s true, your darkest nightmare, horrorshow.

There’s something here can’t be denied
to satisfy their greed,
if they say we don’t care what you want
’cause we know what you need.

As history will repeat itself
and hate on violence feeds,
in every man a darker side
just waiting to be freed.

Hey, here comes Alex –
and there’s nowhere left for you to go.
Hey, here comes Alex –
yes it’s true, your darkest nightmare, horrorshow.

So you watch the meters ridin
and the silent pressure grows,
the hate inside is rising,
the one you’ve always known.

When the time is passed for talking
and you’ve stepped across that line,
I will return – vengeance will be mine.

Hey, here comes Alex –
and there’s nowhere left for you to go.
Hey, here comes Alex –
yes it’s true, your darkest nightmare, horrorshow.
Hey, here comes Alex –
and there’s nowhere left for you to go.

Poems, Prayers and Promises

The poetry of John Denver was mentioned to me recently, so here it is…

I’ve been lately thinking
About my life time
All the things Ive done
And how its been
And I can’t help believing
In my own mind
I know I’m gonna hate to see it end

Seen a lot of sunshine
Slept out in the rain
Spent a night or two all on my own
I’ve known my lady’s pleasures
Had myself some friends
Spent a night or two in my own home

I have to say it now
It’s been a good life all in all
It’s really fine
To have a chance to hang around
And lie there by the fire
And watch the evening tire
While all my friends and my old lady
Sit and pass the pipe around

Talk of poems and prayers and promises
And things that we believe in
How sweet it is to love someone
How right it is to care
How long its been since yesterday
What about tomorrow
What about our dreams
And all the memories we share

The days they pass so quickly now
Nights are seldom long
Time around me whispers when its cold
The changes somehow frighten me
Still I have to smile
It turns me on to think of growing old
For though my life’s been good to me
There’s still so much to do
So many things my mind has never known
I’d like to raise a family
I’d like to sail away
And dance across the mountains on the moon

I have to say it now
It’s been a good life all in all
It’s really fine
To have the chance to hang around
And lie there by the fire
And watch the evening tire
While all my friends and my old lady
Sit and pass the pipe around

Talk of poems and prayers and promises
And things that we believe in
How sweet it is to love someone
How right it is to care
How long its been since yesterday
What about tomorrow
What about our dreams
And all the memories we share

Lost

by David Wagoner

Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.

Planes on vegetable oil

BBC News reports that Air New Zealand has followed Virgin Atlantic in biofuel tests:

A passenger plane has successfully completed a two-hour test flight partly powered by vegetable oil.

Interesting to note that the test used fuel derived from jatropha fruit, whereas Virgin used oil from babassu nuts and coconuts. Jatropha is considered a superior oil, with zero impact on food-grade products:

…jatropha can be grown in soil that is not suitable for most food crops.

“Even under harsh drought conditions with minimal amount of water or moisture, it will survive,”…