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“They say that these are not the best of times
But they’re the only times I’ve ever known
And I believe there is a time for meditation
In cathedrals of our own” (Billy Joel, “Summerhighland falls”)

“It’s not having what you want
It’s wanting what you’ve got.” (Sheryl Crow, “Soak up the Sun”)

“But it was long ago and it was far away, oh God it seems so very far
And if life is just a highway, and the soul is just a car:
Objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are.” (Meat Loaf, “Objects in the rear view mirror”)

“On his right hand Billy’d tattooed the word love and on his left hand was the word fear
And in which hand he held his fate was never clear.” (Bruce Springsteen, “Cautios Man”)

“I don’t give a damn ’bout my reputation
I’ve never been afraid of any deviation
An’ I don’t really care if you think I’m strange
I ain’t gonna change” (Joan Jett, “Bad reputation”)

“Never is a long time.” (Roxette, Same)

“Well I woke up in the morning
With an arrow through my nose
There was an Indian in the corner
Tryin’ on my clothes.” (Neil Young, “Last trip to Tulsa”)

“Fernsehen und Statements, die allen gefallen,
und Banken und Ämter,
und alles in allem

hab ich viel zu viel Ärger
und viel zu wenig Wut,
ich habe viel zu viel Ärger
und viel zu wenig Wut.” (Dota, “Utopie”)

“We got loud guitars and big suspicions,
Great big guns and small ambitions,
And we still argue over who is God
And I say, “Hey there Miscreation,
Bring a flower time is wasting
we all need a revelation” (Sheryl Crow, “Hard to make a stand”)

“Let’s feel small in the world tonight
Beneath a giant sky
Forget for once who is wrong or right
Just let it all go by

Close our eyes when we grow tired
And dream of where we’ll be
When night gives way to another day
Have we ever woken up this free?” (Mary Chapin Carpenter, “We’re allright”)

“Well, I’ll never be a stranger
And I’ll never be alone
Where ever we’re together that’s my home

Home can be the Pennsylvania Turnpike
Indiana early morning dew
High up in the hills of California
Home is just another word for you” (Billy Joel, “You’re my home”)

“I talk to God as much as
I talk to Satan
‘Cause I want to hear both sides” (Biffy Clyro, “God & Satan”)

“I wish a was a trapper
I would give thousand pelts
To sleep with Pocahontas
And find out how she felt
In the mornin’
on the fields of green
In the homeland
we’ve never seen.

And maybe Marlon Brando
Will be there by the fire
We’ll sit and talk of Hollywood
And the good things there for hire
And the Astrodome
and the first tepee
Marlon Brando, Pocahontas and me” (Neil Young, “Pocahontas”)

“Früher da gabs noch keine grün-gelbe Mitte
Da verteilte Professor Fischer noch persönlich Tritte.
Doch die Blumenkinder, wer konnt das ahnen
gingen den Weg                          aller Bananen:
Heute grün und morgen gelb und übermorgen schwarz” (Marc-Uwe Kling, “Zug der Opportunisten”)

“And there’s always some evil mothers
They’ll tell you life is made out of dirt.
And the women never really faint,
And the villans always blink their eyes.
Children are the only ones who blush.
and life is just to die.
But, anyone who has a heart
Wouldn’t turn around and break it
And anyone who ever played the part
wouldn’t turn around and fake it.” (Lou Reed, “Sweet Jane”)

“Sorridi” (Gianna Nannini, Same)

“Ich versteh hier so viel: Geld ist Tyrannei.
Es geht nicht um ein Stück vom Kuchen,
es geht um die ganze Bäckerei.” (Dota, “Utopie”)

“And if a double-decker bus
Crashes into us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten-ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well, a pleasure – the privilege is mine” (The Smiths, “There is a light and it never goes out”)

“I remember we were driving, driving in your car
Speed so fast I felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped ’round my shoulder
I had a feeling that I belonged
I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone…” (Tracy Chapman, “Fast Car”)

“I’m standing here freezing at a phone booth baby
In the middle of God knows where
I got one quarter left your machine packs up
But baby I know you’re there

And I just start crying ‘cause it makes no sense
To waste these words and twenty-five cents
On a losing game” (Mary Chapin Carpenter, “You win again”)

“What kind of father would take his own daughter’s rights away?
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You’ve come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye?” (Pink, “Dear Mr. President”)

“I was trying far too hard
To be what I thought I should be
I was playing wild cards and
Seeing things that weren’t in front of me
Like a little tiger, play fighting,
I was hurting myself, again and again

Because I’m hopeless.” (K.T. Tunstall, “Hopeless”)

“In the middle of the night
I go walking in my sleep
From the mountains of faith
To the river so deep
I must be lookin’ for something
Something sacred i lost
But the river is wide
And it’s too hard to cross
even though I know the river is wide
I walk down every evening and stand on the shore
I try to cross to the opposite side
So I can finally find what I’ve been looking for” (Billy Joel, “The River of Dreams”)

“San Quentin may you rot and burn in hell
May your walls fall and may I live to tell
May all the world forget you ever stood
And the whole world will regret you did no good” (Johnny Cash, “San Quentin”)

“This isn’t for the ones who buy their six-packs
At the 7-Eleven where the clerk makes change
Whose accent makes clear he sure ain’t from here
They call him a camel jockey instead of his name

No, this is for the ones who stand their ground
When the lines in the sand get deeper
When the whole world seems to be upside down
And the shots being taken get cheaper

This isn’t for the ones who would gladly swallow
Everything their leader would have them know
Bowing and kissing while the truth goes missing
“Bring it on,” he crows, putting on his big show

This isn’t for the man who can’t count the bodies
Can’t comfort the families, can’t say when he’s wrong
Playing ‘I’m the decider’ –
like some sort of Messiah
While another day passes and a hundred souls gone” (Mary Chapin Carpenter, “On with the song”)

“Gather ’round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown

And accept it that soon
You’ll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you
Is worth savin’

Then you better start swimmin’
Or you’ll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin’

Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
Keep your eyes wide
The chance won’t come again

Don’t speak too soon
For the wheel’s still in spin
And there’s no tellin’ who
That it’s namin’

For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they, they are a-changin’

Come senators, Congressmen
Please heed the call
Don’t stand at the doorway
Don’t block up the hall

For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There’s a battle outside
And it’s ragin’

It’ll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin’

Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
Don’t criticize
What you can’t understand

Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is
Rapidly agin’

Please get out of the new one
If you can’t lend a hand
For your times they are a-changin’

The line it is drawn
And the curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast

As the present now
Will later be past
The order is
Rapidly fadin’

And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin'” (Bob Dylan, The times they are a-changin)

“Lisa likes brandy and the way it hits her lips,
She’s a rock ‘n’ roll survivor with pendulum hips,
She’s got deep brown eyes,
That’ve seen it all.

Working at a night club,
That was called The Avenue,
The bar men used to call her, “Little Lisa, Looney Tunes”

She went down                                    on almost anyone.

From the hard time living,
’til the Chelsea days,
From when her hair was sweet blonde,
’til the day it turned grey
She said :


You’ve got more than money and sense, my friend,
You’ve got heart and you’re going your own way


What you don’t have now will come back again,
You’ve got heart and you’re going your own way.” (Noah and the whale, “L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N”)

“Cos there are so many lessons
That I just never get to learn
And there are so many questions that still burn,


Will you hold my hand when I go?” (Slow Club, “When I go”)

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