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Aus meiner bescheidenen Warte passt auch noch Simon & Garfunkel’s „America“.
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I'm pretty good with the past. It's the present I can't understand.Highlights von Rolling-Stone.deSo arbeiteten die Beatles am „Weeping Sound“ für das White Album
So lief das erste Konzert der Rolling Stones 1962 im Marquee in London
Robert Miles und „Children“: Sanfte Rettung vor dem Auto-Tod
Wie die Beatles mit „I Want To Hold Your Hand“ Amerika eroberten
„Helter Skelter“ entstand, als die Beatles vollkommen betrunken waren
Fesselnde Bankraub-Serien auf Netflix: Achtung, das ist ein Überfall!
WerbungFord PrefectEine patriotisch-konservative Hard Rock-Hymne in Reinkultur:
„Proud Of My Country“ – Bonfire
was hat ne deutsche band mit den amis zu tun?
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ford-prefect Feeling all right in the noise and the lightRegistriert seit: 10.07.2002
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dengelwas hat ne deutsche band mit den amis zu tun?
Der American Way of Life hält auch immer mehr Einzug in unsere Lebensart in Deutschland
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Wayne's World, Wayne's World, party time, excellent!Ford PrefectDer American Way of Life hält auch immer mehr Einzug in unsere Lebensart in Deutschland
In vielen Bereichen, ja, aber wohl nicht hinsichtlich Patriotismus. Das ist schon ein amerikanisches Phänomen, was den meisten Deutschen fremd und zuwider ist…die Gründe kennen wir.
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Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to exit the donut!Ford Prefect“Born In The USA“ – Bruce Springsteen
Das ist doch Anti schlechthin.
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Well I'm going where the water tastes like wine We can jump in the water, stay drunk all the time.Don McLean „American Pie“
A long, long time ago
I can still remember how that music used to make me smile
And, I knew if I had my chance that I could make those people dance, and…
Maybe they’d be happy for a while
But, February made me shiver with every paper I’d deliver
Bad news on the doorstep – I couldn’t take one more step
I can’t remember if I cried when I read about his widowed bride
Something touched me deep inside the day the music diedSo, bye bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
Them good ol‘ boys were drinking whiskey and rye, singing…
This’ll be the day that I die
This’ll be the day that I dieDid you write the Book of Love and do you have faith in God, above?
If the Bible tells you so
Now, do you believe in Rock and Roll? Can music save your mortal soul? And…
Can you teach me how to dance real slow?
Well, I know that you’re in love with him, ‚cause I saw you dancing in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes – man, I dig those rhythm and blues
I was a lonely, teenage broncin‘ buck with a pink carnation and a pickup truck, but…
I knew I was out of luck the day the music diedI started singing, bye bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
Them good ol‘ boys were drinking whiskey and rye, singing…
This’ll be the day that I die
This’ll be the day that I dieNow, for ten years we’ve been on our own and moss grows fat on a Rolling Stone, but…
That’s not how it used to be
When the Jester sang for the king and queen in a coat he borrowed from James Dean
In a voice that came from you and me
Oh, and while the King was looking down the Jester stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned – no verdict was returned
And, while Lennon read a book on Marx the quartet practiced in the park, and…
We sang dirges in the dark the day the music diedWe were singing, bye bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
Them good ol‘ boys were drinking whiskey and rye, singing…
This’ll be the day that I die
This’ll be the day that I dieHealter Skealter in the summer swelter – the Birds flew off with a fallout shelter
Eight Miles High and falling fast
It landed foul on the grass
The players tried for a forward pass with the Jester on the sidelines in a cast
Now, the halftime air was sweet perfume while the Sergeants played a marching tune
We all got up to dance, oh, but we never got the chance
‚cause the players tried to take the field – the marching band refused to yield
Do you recall what was revealed the day the music died?We started singing, bye bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
Them good ol‘ boys were drinking whiskey and rye, singing…
This’ll be the day that I die
This’ll be the day that I dieAnd, there we were, all in one place – a generation Lost in Space
With no time left to start again
So, come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick – Jack Flash sat on a Candlestick, ‚cause…
Fire is the Devil’s only friend
And, as I watched him on the stage my hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in Hell could break that satan’s spell
And, as the flames climbed high into the night to light the sacrificial rite, I saw…
Satan laughing with delight the day the music diedHe was singing, bye bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
Them good ol‘ boys were drinking whiskey and rye, singing…
This’ll be the day that I die
This’ll be the day that I dieI met a girl who sang the Blues, and I asked her for some happy news
She just smiled and turned away
I went down to the sacred store where I’d heard the music years before, but…
The man there said the music wouldn’t play
And, in the streets the children screamed, the lover’s cried, and the poets dreamed, but…
Not a word was spoken – the church bells all were broken
And, the three men I admire most: the Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost, they…
Caught the last train for the coast the day the music diedAnd, they were singing, bye bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
Them good ol‘ boys were drinking whiskey and rye, singing…
This’ll be the day that I die
This’ll be the day that I dieThey were singing, bye bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
Them good ol‘ boys were drinking whiskey and rye, singing…
This’ll be the day that I die
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AnonymRegistriert seit: 01.01.1970
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AnnaMaxAus meiner bescheidenen Warte passt auch noch Simon & Garfunkel’s „America“.
Zu dem Thema ist Paul Simon fast eine Fundgrube, ZB American Tune
Aus einer Rolling_Stone Album Besprechung 2003:
„American Tune,“ which opens side two is the album’s pivotal moment. A flowing ballad with the chordal structure of an American hymn-tune, its magnificent lyrics give us Simon’s definitive reflection on the American Dream. Writing from a state of exhaustion in England …, Simon sees the country as a nation of „battered“ souls, but still „home,“ and the American Dream either „shattered“ or „driven to its knees.“ In an apocalyptic reverie, he equates his own death with the death of America and sees „the Statue of Liberty sailin‘ away to sea.“ The song, which has instrumental touches that deliberately recall Simon and Garfunkel’s „America,“ is the single greatest thing Simon has yet written, a classic by any standard….“
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@ Tolo, Sehr schön. Ein großartiger Text. Setzt er sich eigentlich auch mit dem American Dream auseinander oder ist das eher ein Randthema, weil es ja offensichtlich um Musik geht.
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Well I'm going where the water tastes like wine We can jump in the water, stay drunk all the time.Fletcher… Setzt er sich eigentlich auch mit dem American Dream auseinander oder ist das eher ein Randthema, weil es ja offensichtlich um Musik geht.
Den Text zu Don McLeans Song „American Pie“ halte ich für die treffendste Auseinandersetzung mit dem ‚Amerikanischen Traum‘ bzw. mit den Leuten die davon träumten diesen Traum zu träumen. In diesem Song/Text geht es um amerikanische Helden (Film, Musik, Show-Biz usw.), vor allem aber auch um das sich wandelnde Kulturbild einer tief verunsicherten Gesellschaft der Unterschiede, für die dieser ‚American Pie‘ letztendlich als Synonym steht.
[Jim Fann schreibt dazu:]
McLean was clearly relating a defining moment in the American experience—something had been lost, and we knew it. Opening with the death of singer Buddy Holly and ending near the tragic concert at Altamont Motor Speedway, we are able to frame the span of years the song is covering—1959 to 1970—as the „10 years we’ve been on our own“ of the third verse. It is across this decade that the American cultural landscape changed radically, passing from the relative optimism and conformity of the 1950s and early 1960s to the rejection of these values by the various political and social movements of the mid and late 1960s.
Coming as it did near the end of this turbulent era, American Pie seemed to be speaking to the precarious position we found ourselves in, as the grand social experiments of the 1960s began collapsing under the weight of their own unrealized utopian dreams, while the quieter, hopeful world we grew up in receded into memory. And as 1970 came to a close and the world this generation had envisioned no longer seemed viable, a sense of disillusion and loss fell over us; we weren’t the people we once were. But we couldn’t go home again either, having challenged the assumptions of that older order. The black and white days were over.
Bye bye, Miss American Pie.
http://understandingamericanpie.com/index.htm
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Zu dem Thema ist Paul Simon fast eine Fundgrube, ZB American Tune
Aus einer Rolling_Stone Album Besprechung 2003:
„American Tune,“ which opens side two is the album’s pivotal moment. A flowing ballad with the chordal structure of an American hymn-tune, its magnificent lyrics give us Simon’s definitive reflection on the American Dream. Writing from a state of exhaustion in England …, Simon sees the country as a nation of „battered“ souls, but still „home,“ and the American Dream either „shattered“ or „driven to its knees.“ In an apocalyptic reverie, he equates his own death with the death of America and sees „the Statue of Liberty sailin‘ away to sea.“ The song, which has instrumental touches that deliberately recall Simon and Garfunkel’s „America,“ is the single greatest thing Simon has yet written, a classic by any standard….“[/QUOTE
Vielleicht interessant, dass die „chordal structure of an American hymn- tune“ von einem deutschen Kirchenlied stammt: „O Haupt voll Blut, voll Wunden“, Text Paul Gerhardt, 1656, Musik Hanns Hassler, 1601. Was im Ergebnis zu dieser wunderschönen Paul Simon-Ballade führt.
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The highway is for gamblers, better use yurr sense Contre la guerreVon gefühlt einer Million Liedern über den amerikanischen Traum ist „Cuyahoga“ von R.E.M. mein Liebstes.
Lyrics:
Let’s put our heads together and start a new country up
Our father’s father’s father tried, erased the parts he didn’t like
Let’s try to fill it in, bank the quarry river, swim
We knee-skinned it you and me, we knee-skinned that river redThis is where we walked, this is where we swam
Take a picture here, take a souvenirThis land is the land of ours, this river runs red over it
We knee-skinned it you and me, we knee-skinned that river red
And we gathered up our friends, bank the quarry river, swim
We knee-skinned it you and me, underneath the river bedThis is where we walked, this is where we swam
Take a picture here, take a souvenir
Cuyahoga
Cuyahoga, goneLet’s put our heads together, start a new country up,
Underneath the river bed we burned the river down.
This is where they walked, swam, hunted, danced and sang,
Take a picture here, take a souvenir
Cuyahoga
Cuyahoga, goneRewrite the book and rule the pages, saving face, secured in faith
Bury, burn the waste behind youThis land is the land of ours, this river runs red over it
We are not your allies, we can not defend
This is where they walked, this is where they swam
Take a picture here, take a souvenirCuyahoga
Cuyahoga, gone
Cuyahoga
Cuyahoga, gone--
Ohne Musik ist alles Leben ein Irrtum.Subterranean Homesick Blues- Bob Dylan
Revolution Blues- Neil Young
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The highway is for gamblers, better use yurr sense Contre la guerreDer Subterranean Homesick Blues ist doch auch eher Anti, oder? Johnny macht sich seinen Cocktail, Drogen werden verkauft, Mädchen an den Whirlpools warten auf einen Deppen zum ausnehmen.
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Well I'm going where the water tastes like wine We can jump in the water, stay drunk all the time.Woodie Guthrie: This Land is your Land
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Musik ist die einzige Sprache, die ich wirklich kenne (Ravi Shankar)Arlo Guthrie: City Of New Orleans
(Good morning America, how are you? Don´t you know me, I´m your native son…)--
Musik ist die einzige Sprache, die ich wirklich kenne (Ravi Shankar)
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