Hier Kommt Alex
In einer Welt, in der man nur noch lebt, Jeder Mensch lebt wie ein Uhrwerk, Wenn am Himmel die Sonne untergeht, Hey, hier kommt Alex! Auf dem Kreuzzug gegen die Ordnung Erst wenn sie ihre Opfer leiden sehn, Hey, hier kommt Alex! Zwanzig gegen einen Hey, hier kommt Alex! |
Here Comes Alex
In a world designed by the men in grey They thought that you’d be happy But there’s a virus in the software here Hey, here comes Alex – There’s something here can’t be denied As history will repeat itself Hey, here comes Alex – So you watch the meters ridin When the time is passed for talking Hey, here comes Alex – |
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 endSeen 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 homeI 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 aroundTalk 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 shareThe 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 moonI 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 aroundTalk 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
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,”…