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IMAGINE
Imagine there's no heaven,
it's easy if you try,
No hell below us,
above us only sky,
Imagine all the people,
living for today.
Imagine there's no countries,
it isn't hard to do,
Nothing to kill or die for,
and no religion too,
Imagine all the people,
living life in peace.
You may say I'm a dreamer,
but I'm not the only one,
I hope someday you'll join us,
and the world will be as one.
Imagine no possessions,
I wonder if you can,
No need for greed or hunger,
a brotherhood of man,
Imagine all the people,
sharing all the world.
You may say I'm a dreamer,
but I'm not the only one,
I hope someday you'll join us,
and the world will live as one.
diese seite ist für den menschen, der mehr als alles andere frieden wollte,der ein träumer war, einer der seiner zeit voraus war.
am 8 . dezember 1980 starb er durch die kugeln eines wahnsinnigen!
ich kann mich noch daran erinnern, wie ich es erfahren habe...genau so wie ich mich mein leben lang daran erinnern werde, was ich tat,als in ny die twin towers fielen! niemand wird solche momente aus seinem gedächtnis streichen können....
ich hatte irgendwann eine alte gelbe casette bei meinem vater gefunden, eine auf der alle beatleslieder des blauen und roten samplers waren. es war besser als die musik, die ich vorher gehört hatte...und es hat mich mitgerissen, dass ich von stund an alles, aber auch wirklich den kleinsten schnipsel von den beatles gesammelt habe. das muß irgendwann gegen 1977 gewesen sein.
und dann kam 1980 und alle träume,die beatles doch noch einmal zu erleben starben in new york. und mit diesen träumen der ex-beatle, den ich immer am meisten bewundert hatte. wegen seiner rebellischen art,seinem sarkasmus, seinem humor, seiner intelligenz, seinen träumen von einer besseren welt!
ich habe 1995 das dakota in ny besucht...da stand das wtc noch... und da gestanden, wo John die Kugeln trafen.
er wird für mich immer in seinen liedern weiterleben.
John Lennon
9. Oktober 1940 - 8. Dezember 1980
I'm not going to change the way I look or the way I feel to conform to anything. I've always been a freak. So I've been a freak all my life and I have to live with that. I'm one of those people.
John Lennon (09.10.40 - 08.12.80)
Let me take you down 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields...where nothing is real....
I believe that as soon as people want
peace in the world they can have it.
The only trouble is they are not aware
they can get it.
(John Lennon 1969)
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it's our responsibility what happens around the world. It's our responsibility for Vietnam, and all the other wars that we don't quite hear about. It's all our responsibility,
and when we all want peace we'll get it.
People have said we're naive for trying to sell peace like a car, or bar of soap.
But I ask ya, is the Ford company naive...
or the soap powder company?
They're selling the same old soap that's been around for two thousand years, but now it's 'New Blue Soap.' Well, we're selling 'New Blue Peace!' ...and we hope some of you buy it!"
(John Lennon 1969)
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All those years ago
George Harrison
(I’m) shouting all about love
While they treated you like a dog
When you were the one who had made it so clear
All those years ago.
(I’m) talking all about how to give
They don’t act with much honesty
But you point the way to the truth when you say
All you need is love.
Living with good and bad
I always look up to you
Now we’re left cold and sad
By someone – the devils best friend
Someone who offended all.
[We‘(re)] living in a bad dream
They’ve forgotten all about mankind
And you were the one they backed up to
The wall
All those years ago
You were the one who imagined it all
All those years ago.
Deep in the darkest night
I send out a prayer to you
Now in the world of light
Where the spirit free of the lies
And all else that we despised.
They’ve forgotten all about god
He’s the only reason we exist
Yet you were the one that they said was
So weird
All those years ago
You said it all though not many had ears
All those years ago
You had control of our smiles and our tears
All those years ago
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CAN YOU STILL
Shots that echo
through the night;
haunt across
the decades.
Can you still hear
the scream?
It still wakes me.
Scarlet that spills
on the pavement;
flows down
into days.
Can you still see
the flood?
It still drowns me.
Screams that break
in the silence;
fill up
the dark.
Can you still listen
to the cry?
It still scares me.
Tears that flow
down their faces;
roll on
through ages.
Can you still taste
the drops?
It still breaks me.
Loss that lingers
in all history;
rips through
the memory.
Can you still feel
the pain?
It still kills me.
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Empty Garden
What happened here,
As the New York sunset disappeared?
I found an empty garden among the flagstones there.
Who lived here?
He must have been a gardener that cared a lot,
Who weeded out the tears and grew a good crop.
And now it all looks strange.
It's funny how one insect can damage so much grain.
And what's it for,
This little empty garden by the brownstone door?
And in the cracks along the sidewalk nothing grows no more.
Who lived here?
He must have been a gardener that cared a lot,
Who weeded out the tears and grew a good crop.
And we are so amazed!
We're crippled and we're dazed...
A gardener like that one, no one can replace.
And I've been knocking, but no one answers.
And I've been knocking, most all the day.
Oh and I've been calling, oh hey, hey, Johnny!
Can't you come out to play?
And through their tears,
Some say he farmed his best in younger years.
But he'd have said that roots grow stronger, if only he could hear.
Who lived there?
He must have been a gardener that cared a lot,
Who weeded out the tears and grew a good crop.
Now we pray for rain,
And with every drop that falls...
We hear, we hear your name...
And I've been knocking, but no one answers.
And I've been knocking, most all the day.
Oh and I've been calling, oh hey, hey, Johnny!
Can't you come out to play,
And I've been knocking, but no one answers.
And I've been knocking, most all the day.
Oh and I've been calling, oh hey, hey, Johnny!
Can't you come out
Can't you come out to play,
Johnny?
Can't you come out to play,
In your empty garden?
(Empty Garden (Hey Hey Johnny)
Artist: Elton John
Album: Jump Up!
Year: 1982)
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