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Posted On April 15, 2017By Die RedaktionIn Crimemag, Krimigedicht

Das Krimigedicht

Shoot Him Down!   by Alice Francis This man is a ticket for a ghost train I believed what he said, but I’ll never do it once again Mama told me to resist ma heartache, but nothing can stop me from goin‘ insane He’s calling me sayin‘ ma babygirl While he’s in bed with another chick in his rose colored world I want to choke him want to maltreat him I want to squeeze him and break his neck, neck, neck I say huhuoh I I got nothing but a heartRead More
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Let America Be America Again Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is free. (America never was America to me.) Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed— Let it be that great strong land of love Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme That any man be crushed by one above. (It never was America to me.) O, let my land be a land where Liberty Is crownedRead More
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Posted On Februar 15, 2017By Die RedaktionIn Crimemag, Krimigedicht

Das Krimigedicht

Gamajun, der Kündevogel von Alexander Alexandrowitsch Blok   Auf endlos weiten Wasserflächen Vom Abend purpurn eingehüllt, Singt er und muss von Zeichen sprechen, Senkt kraftlos die erschreckten Flügel … Er kündet vom Tatarenjoch, Vom Blut der Hinrichtungen dann, Der Bösen Macht, der Guten Tod, Von Beben, Hunger, Feuerbrand … Von ewiglichem Schreck erfasst, Sein Antlitz brennt vor Liebesglut, Doch hehre Wahrheit kündend sprach Sein Mund, bedeckt mit trocknem Blut! (23. Februar 1899. Aus dem Russischen: Eric Boerner)   Alexander Blok wurde am 16.11 1880 (julianischer Kalender) in St. Petersburg. Er starb nurRead More
nick cave

Posted On Januar 15, 2017By Die RedaktionIn Crimemag, Krimigedicht

Das Krimigedicht

Red Right Hand by Nick Cave Take a little walk to the edge of town Go across the tracks Where the viaduct looms, Like a bird of doom As it shifts and cracks Where secrets lie in the border fires, In the humming wires Hey man, you know You’re never coming back Past the square, past the bridge, Past the mills, past the stacks On a gathering storm comes A tall handsome man In a dusty black coat with A red right hand He’ll wrap you in his arms, Tell youRead More
lehrer

Posted On Dezember 15, 2016By Die RedaktionIn Crimemag, Krimigedicht

Das Krimigedicht

I hold your hand in mine by Tom Lehrer I hold your hand in mine, dear I press it to my lips I take a healthy bite from Your lovely fingertips My joy would be complete, dear If you were only here But still I keep your hand As a lovely souvenir The night you died I cut it off I really don’t know why For now each time I kiss it I get bloodstains on my tie I’m sorry now I killed you For our love was something fine!Read More
leonard-cohen

Posted On November 15, 2016By Die RedaktionIn Crimemag, Krimigedicht

Das Krimigedicht: Leonard Cohen: You Want It Darker

In memoriam Leonard Cohen: You Want It Darker by Leonard Cohen If you are the dealer I’m out of the game If you are the healer I’m broken and lame If thine is the glory Then mine must be the shame You want it darker We kill the flame Magnified and sanctified Be Thy Holy Name Vilified and crucified In the human frame A million candles burning For the help that never came You want it darker We kill the flame Hineni Hineni I’m ready, my Lord There’s a loverRead More
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Posted On Oktober 15, 2016By Die RedaktionIn Crimemag, Krimigedicht

Das Krimigedicht: John Harvey: Chet Baker

Chet Baker looks out from his hotel room across the Amstel to the girl cycling by the canal who lifts her hand and waves and when she smiles he is back in times when every Hollywood producer wanted to turn his life into that bitter-sweet story where he falls badly, but only in love with Pier Angeli, Carol Lynley, Natalie Wood; that day he strolled into the studio, fall of fifty-two, and played those perfect lines across the chords of My Funny Valentine – and now when he looks upRead More
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Posted On September 15, 2016By Die RedaktionIn Crimemag, Krimigedicht

Das Krimigedicht

Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner   by Warren Zevon Roland was a warrior from the land of the midnight sun With a Thompson gun for hire, fighting to be done The deal was made in Denmark on a dark and stormy day So he set out for Biafra to join the bloody fray Through ’66 and 7 they fought the Congo war With their fingers on their triggers, knee deep in gore For days and nights they battled, the Bantu to their knees They killed to earn their living, andRead More
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Posted On August 15, 2016By Die RedaktionIn Crimemag, Krimigedicht

Das Krimigedicht

The Partisan by Leonard Cohen   When they poured across the border I was cautioned to surrender This I could not do I took my gun and vanished   I have changed my name so often I’ve lost my wife and children But I have many friends And some of them are with me   An old woman gave us shelter Kept us hidden in the garret Then the soldiers came She died without a whisper   There were three of us this morning I’m the only one this eveningRead More
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Posted On Juni 15, 2016By Die RedaktionIn Crimemag, Krimigedicht

Das Krimigedicht

Das Krimigedicht: Kid Kopphausen: Mörderballade Unser Krimigedicht hat diesmal einen leider traurigen Realitätsbezug. Kid Kopphausen war eine 2011 gegründete deutsche Indie-Rockband, ein Projekt des Songwriters Nils Koppruch mit Gisbert zu Knyphausen. Die Zusammenarbeit endete durch den Tod von Nils Koppruch am 10. Oktober 2012 im Alter von 46 Jahren. Es war warm und der Wind roch nach ihr Sie lachte ihr helles Lachen und ich mochte das so sehr Oh wär ich ein Dieb, ich hätt es ihr gestohlen Und wäre auf und davon auf lautlosen Sohlen Wir blickten hinaufRead More
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Saturday Night by Herman Brood & His Wild Romance   The neon light, of the „Open all night“, was just in time replaced by the magic appearance of a new day-while, a melancholic Reno was crawling on his back just in, front of the supermarket door-way child   Hey girl, on a cold summernight, as we stood on the corner, as a man passed by and asked us, what we were doing what we need, as he pointed his big fat finger to the people hangin round at the cornerRead More
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Posted On April 15, 2016By Die RedaktionIn Crimemag, Krimigedicht

Das Krimigedicht: Steve Earle: Taneytown

Taneytown by Steve Earle I went down to Taneytown I went down to Taneytown To see what I could see My mama told me never go But I’m almost 22 years old Sometimes I fear this holler swollow me She ran off to Gettysburg Went off with that new beau of hers I snuck off after dark Long way down the county road Stars were bright The moon was low Down to where the black top highway starts [Chorus:] I went down to Taneytown I went down to Taneytown IRead More
felice Brothers

Posted On März 15, 2016By Die RedaktionIn Crimemag, Krimigedicht

Das Krimigedicht

Frankie´s Gun   by The Felice Brothers My car goes Chicago Every weekend to pick up some cargo I think I know the bloody way by now, Frankie And turn the god damn radio down, thank you Pull over, count the money But don’t count the thirty in the glove box buddy That’s for to buy Lucille some clothes Bang, bang, bang, went Frankie’s gun He shot me down Lucille He shot me down Lucille He shot me down He shot me down He shot me down Work zones doubleRead More
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Posted On Februar 15, 2016By Redaktion CMIn Crimemag, Krimigedicht

Das Krimigedicht

The Hunt Heute widmen wir uns dem Thema Selbstjustiz auch noch von einer weiteren Seite. Aber lesen und hören Sie selbst: We went into town on the Tuesday night Searching all the places that you hang about We're looking for you In the back street cellar dive drinking clubs In the discotheques and the gaming pubs We're looking for you You will pay the price for my own sweet brother And what he has become And a hundred other boys and girls And all that you have done We pickedRead More
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Excitable Boy By Warren Zevon Well, he went down to dinner in his Sunday best Excitable boy, they all said And he rubbed the pot roast all over his chest Excitable boy, they all said Well, he’s just an excitable boy He took in the four a.m. show at the Clark Excitable boy, they all said And he bit the usherette’s leg in the dark Excitable boy, they all said Well, he’s just an excitable boy And he took little Suzie to the Junior Prom Excitable boy, they all saidRead More
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Krimigedicht: Ludwig Rubiner: Die Schreckenskammer Die Schreckenskammer Der Bankherr führt ins Wachspanoptikum Die junge Braut. Fred an der Guillotine, In Henkersmantel und maskierter Miene, Steht täuschend wächsern, steifgereckt und stumm. Der Freund, als Führer, zeigt die „Folterbiene“. Die „Daumenschrauben“, das „Bein-dreh-dich-um“, Die Totenmaske von Napolium – Und weist erklärend auf die Mordmaschine. Der Snob, gereizt, versucht den kleinen Witz. Fred drückt gelassen auf den Messerknopf. Die Schneide saust herab gleich einem Blitz. Sie hält drei Millimeter überm Kopf. Die Freunde nehmen dem Millionenfex Brillanten, Uhr, sowie die Reiseschecks. (1913) rubiner.deRead More
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Posted On September 6, 2015By Die RedaktionIn Crimemag, Krimigedicht

Krimigedicht – Slam with Uncle Sam

Die Drillsongs aus Kubricks „Full Metal Jacket“ Nach der Sommerpause braucht es etwas, um wieder in Schwung zu kommen. Da hilft fürs Erste schon ein wenig Zusehen und Zuhören. Wenn andere sich drillen lassen. In vielen Städten der Welt kann man inzwischen sie sehen, die Freizeitsportler, die sich von einem „Drill Sergeant“ gegen Geld schinden lassen. Vorgemacht hat es ihnen Stanley Kubrick mit „Full Metal Jacket“. Hier sind die Texte – und der Filmausschnitt:   I love working for uncle Sam – I love working for uncle Sam Let’s meRead More
The Hearse Song by Trad./Harley Poe Don’t ever laugh as a Hearse goes by for you may be the next to die They wrap you up in a big white sheet from your head down to your feet they put you in a big black box and cover you up with dirt and rocks and all goes well for about a week and then your coffin begins to leak and the worms crawl in, the worms crawl out the worms play pinochle on your snout they eat your eyes, theyRead More
Angel’s Doorway by Suzanne Vega Angel comes home, his clothes in a cloud Of the dust and the dirt and destruction She waits inside, she knows he’s arrived She feels this with no introduction At angel’s door, you have to leave it on the floor Don’t bring it in (Don’t bring it in) He can’t show what she doesn’t want to know Those things he’s seen She knows the smell of that life he can’t tell Of the fires and the flesh and confusion Inside his brain he’s never theRead More
Mein Mann ist verhindert von Lothar Metzel Mein Mann ist verhindert Er kann Sie unmöglich sehen Liebste Mein Mann ist verhindert Er kann Sie unmöglich sehen Ach es tut mir so schrecklich Leid Denn Sie warten wohl auf ihn im Abendkleid, Liebste Mein Mann ist verhindert Er kann Sie unmöglich sehen! Ach, ich weiß ja, mein Mann Der hat eine Garçonnière, Liebste Ich frage mich nur Wer kann seinen Geschmack verstehen? Gestern stand ich vor jenem Haus Da traten Sie mit ihm zum Tor heraus, Liebste Mein Mann ist verhindert ErRead More
Die Hinrichtung von Ludwig Rubiner DER FREUND sitzt im Gefängnis von Sing-Sing. Der Priester kommt, der ihn zum Tod bereitet. Er wird auf den Elektrostuhl geleitet, Da man ihn jüngst bei einem Morde fing. FRED, der als Techniker zur Rettung schreitet, Ist am Zentraldynamo in Verding. Er transformiert durch einen Tesla-Ring Den Wechselstrom, daß er vom Körper gleitet. Der Henker knipst, bis er die Platze kriegt. Der Freund summt sich ein Walzerlied in Moll; Als der Plafond lautlos in Splitter fliegt. Von oben saugt die Vacuum-Maschine, Und schlürft den FreundRead More

Posted On April 25, 2015By Die RedaktionIn Crimemag, Krimigedicht

Krimigedicht: Andy Razaf – Reefer Man

Reefer Man by Eussel J. Robinson and Andy Razaf „Man whats the matter with that cat there?“ „Must be full of reefer“ „Full of reefer?!“ „Yea man“ „You mean that cats high?!“ „Sailing“ „Sailing“ „Sailing lightly“ „Get away from here Man is that the reefer man?“ „Thats the reefer man“ „I belive hes losing his mind“ „I think hes lost his mind!“ Oh have you ever met that funny reefer man (reefer man!) have you ever met that funny reefer man (reefer man!) If he said he swam to china, andRead More
Looking Down The Barrel of a Gun by Beastie Boys I’m rolling down the hill snowballing getting bigger An explosion in the chamber the hammer from the trigger I seen him get stabbed I watched the blood spill out He had more cuts than my man Chuck Chillout 24 is my age 22 is my gauge I’m writing rhymes on a page going off in a rage Out on a mission a stolen car mission Had a little problem with the transmission 3 on the tree in the middle ofRead More

Posted On April 11, 2015By Die RedaktionIn Crimemag, Krimigedicht

Krimigedicht: Marty Robbins – El Paso

El Paso by Marty Robbins Out in the West Texas town of El Paso I fell in love with a Mexican girl. Night-time would find me in Rosa’s cantina; Music would play and Felina would whirl. Blacker than night were the eyes of Felina, Wicked and evil while casting a spell. My love was deep for this Mexican maiden; I was in love but in vain, I could tell. One night a wild young cowboy came in, Wild as the West Texas wind. Dashing and daring, A drink he wasRead More
Versions of Violence by Alanis Morissette Coercing or leaving Shutting down and punishing Running from rooms, defending Withholding, justifying These versions of violence Sometimes subtle, sometimes clear And the ones that go unnoticed Still leave their mark once disappeared Diagnosing, analyzing Unsolicited advice Explaining and controlling Judging, opining and meddling These versions of violence Sometimes subtle, sometimes clear And the ones that go unnoticed Still leave their mark once disappeared This labeling, this pointing This sensitive’s unraveling This sting I’ve been ignoring I feel it way down, way down TheseRead More

Posted On März 21, 2015By Die RedaktionIn Crimemag, Krimigedicht

Krimigedicht: Neil Young – Cortez the Killer

Cortez the Killer by Neil Young He came dancing across the water With his galleons and guns Looking for the new world In that palace in the sun On the shore lay Montezuma With his coca leaves and pearls In his halls he often wandered With the secrets of the worlds His subjects gathered ’round him Like the leaves around a tree In their clothes of many colors For the angry Gods to see The women all were beautiful Men stood straight and strong They offered life in sacrifice SoRead More