Susanne

Die Entführer Susanne Osthoffs haben kapituliert. Heute morgen wurde die Archäologin geknebelt, aber guter Dinge, in der Nähe der iranischen Grenze gefunden. Zuvor hatten die Männer ihre Forderungen bereits dahingehend heruntergeschraubt, dass sie einen sofortigen Stopp der Ausstrahlung des Videobandes forderten, in dem Osthoffs Schwester Anja und ihre Mutter Ingrid Hala die Freilassung ihrer Angehörigen erbaten. Offenbar waren die Kidnapper jedoch schon zuvor nervlich am Ende gewesen, was die Ermittlungsbehörden auf die durch Susanne Osthoff pausenlos vorgetragenen Koranrezitationen in perfektem Arabisch mit bayrischem Akzent zurückführen. Nachdem ein Vermittlungsangebot der Entführer, die am Stockholm-Syndrom leidende Frau gegen Einstellung des Redens freizulassen, von dem selbstbewussten Opfer abgelehnt wurde, war das pausenlos gesendete Video, das unter anderem mehrere Naheinstellungen Ingrid Halas zeigte, vermutlich der Tropfen, der das Fass zum Überlaufen brachte. Gegen ihren Willen wurde Frau Osthoff in einer Nacht–und–Nebel–Aktion aus ihrem Versteck geholt und in der Nähe einer kleinen Siedlung ausgesetzt. Eine Repatriierung Susanne Osthoffs schloss der bayrische Ministerpräsident Stoiber jedoch unmittelbar nach Bekanntwerden dieser Nachricht kategorisch aus.

No regrets Coyote
We just come from such different sets of circumstance
I'm up all night in the studios
And you're up early on your ranch
You'll be brushing out a brood mare's tail
While the sun is ascending
And I'll just be getting home with my reel to reel
There's no comprehending
Just how close to the bone and the skin and the eyes
And the lips you can get
And still feel so alone
And still feel related
Like stations in some relay
You're not a hit and run driver, no, no
Racing away
You just picked up a hitcher
A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway

We saw a farmhouse burning down
In the middle of nowhere
In the middle of the night
And we rolled right past that tragedy
Till we turned into some road house lights
Where a local band was playing
Locals were up kicking and shaking on the floor
And the next thing I know
That Coyote's at my door
He pins me in a corner and he won't take »No!«
He drags me out on the dance floor
And we're dancing close and slow
Now he's got a woman at home
He's got another woman down the hall
He seems to want me anyway
Why'd you have to get so drunk
And lead me on that way
You just picked up a hitcher
A prisoner of the white lines of the freeway

I looked a Coyote right in the face
On the road to Baljennie near my old home town
He went running thru the whisker wheat
Chasing some prize down
And a hawk was playing with him
Coyote was jumping straight up and making passes
He had those same eyes - just like yours
Under your dark glasses
Privately probing the public rooms
And peeking thru keyholes in numbered doors
Where the players lick their wounds
And take their temporary lovers
And their pills and powders to get them thru this passion play

No regrets, Coyote
I just get off up aways
You just picked up a hitcher
A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway

Coyote's in the coffee shop
He's staring a hole in his scrambled eggs
He picks up my scent on his fingers
While he's watching the waitresses' legs
He's too fat from the Bay of Fundy
From Appaloosas and Eagles and tides
And the air conditioned cubicles
And the carbon ribbon rides
Are spelling it out so clear
Either he's going to have to stand and fight
Or take off out of here
I tried to run away myself
To run away and wrestle with my ego
And with this flame
You put here in this Eskimo
In this hitcher
In this prisoner
Of the fine white lines
Of the white lines on the free, free way

na wer wohl, Elinor? J.M.

Up in a sterilized room
Where they let you be lazy
Knowing your attitude's all wrong
And you got to change
And that's not easy
Dragon shining with all values known
Dazzling you-keeping you from your own
Where is the lion in you to defy him
When you're this weak
And this spacey

So what are you going to do about it
You can't live life and you can't leave it
Advice and religion-you can't take it
You can't seem to believe it
The peacock is afraid to parade
You're under the thumb of the maid
You really can't give love in this condition
Still you know how you need it

They open and close you
Then they talk like they know you
They don't know you
They're friends and they're foes too
Trouble child
Breaking like the waves at Malibu

So why does it come as such a shock
To know you really have no one
Only a river of changing faces
Looking for an ocean
They trickle through your leaky plans
Another dream over the dam
And you're lying in some room
Feeling like your right to be human
Is going over too
Well some are going to knock you
And some'll try to clock you
You know it's really hard
To talk sense to you
Trouble child
Breaking like the waves at Malibu

Joni Mitchell

Ich darf den schönen Vornamen Susanne nicht durch dumme Texte besudeln.
Ich werde den schönen Vornamen Susanne nicht durch dumme Texte besudeln dürfen.
Ich durfte den schönen Vornamen Susanne nicht durch dumme Texte besudeln.
Ich würde den schönen Vornamen Susanne nicht durch dumme Texte besudeln dürfen.
Ich hatte den schönen Vornamen Susanne nicht durch dumme Texte besudelt.
Ich werde den schönen Vornamen Susanne doch nicht durch dumme Texte besudeln.
Ich darf den schönen Vornamen Susanne nicht durch dumme Texte besudelt haben.
Ich darf den dummen Vornamen Susanne nicht durch schöne Texte bedudeln.
Ich besudele den schönen Vornamen Susanne nur bedudelt durch dumme Texte.
Ich bedudle mich und darf den schönen Vornamen Susanne nicht dumm texten.
Ich werde mich bedudelt haben und den schönen Vornamen Susanne schön dumm besudeln tun.
Würde ich den schönen Vornamen Susanne besudlen, wäre das schön dumm.
Ich darf jeden dummen Vornamen besudeln, solange er nicht Susanne dudelt.
Gedudelt wäre dem dummen Vornamen erlaubt, wie Susanne zu klingen.
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