Monday, June 8, 2009
from Keith A. Buchholz
Sun instead of Reagan 1982
From the country, which destroys itself and us
the ` way OF life ´ Dictated there
Reagan comes and brings weapons and death
and it hears peace, sees red it.
He says as a president of the USA Nuclear war?
-Ask there and there whether Poland, intermediary the east,
Nicaragua it wants the final victory,
that is nevertheless clear.
But we want: Sun instead of Reagan
without armament live!
Whether west, whether east
on rockets rust must!
We want: Sun instead of Reagan
without armament live!
Whether west, whether east
on rockets rust must!
It wants to provoke the bags in the east
also with atoms do not geizen
but your war around brain-burned goals
that does not run Reagan - we are many!
Strike off with your nuclear strategists
your Russenhassern, your radiation rain
Humans Knitterface, th film are out
nimm´ the rockets also to house!
Because we want: Sun instead of Reagan
without armament live!
Whether west , whether east
Cold warriors the plague!
We want: Sun instead of Reagan
without armament live!
Whether west , whether east
Cold warriors the plague!
This Reagan comes as a man of the armaments industry
but the peoples OF the States don´t want it - never!
and the true peace wird´s only give
if all humans without weapons live.
We want: Sun instead of Reagan
without armament live!
Whether west, whether east
on rockets rust must!
Sun instead of Reagan
without armament live!
Whether east, whether west
Cold warriors the plague!
We want: Sun instead of Reagan
without armament live!
Whether west, whether east
on rockets rust must!
We want: Sun instead of Reagan
-Joseph Beuys
Train I ride, sixteen coaches long
Train I ride, sixteen coaches long
well that long black train got my baby and gone
Train train, comin round, round the bend
Train train, comin round the bend
Well it took my baby, but it never will again (no not again)
Train train, comin down, down the line
Train train, comin down the line
Well its bringin my baby, cause shes mine all, all mine
(shes mine, all, all mine)
- Elvis Presley
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