Unter Feinden von Friedrich Nietzsche Dort der Galgen, hier die Strickeund des Henkers roter Bart,Volk herum und giftge Blicke –Nichts ist neu dran meiner Art! Kenne dies aus hundert Gängen,schreis euch lachend ins Gesicht:„Unnütz, unnütz, mich zu hängen!Sterben? Sterben kann ich nicht!“ Bettler ihr! Denn euch zum Neideward mir, was ihr – nie erwerbt:zwar ich leide, zwar ich leide –aber ihr – ihr sterbt, ihr sterbt! Auch nach hundert Todesgängenbin ich Atem, Dunst und Licht –„Unnütz, unnütz, mich zu hängen!Sterben? Sterben kann ich nicht!“ (1884) Das Gedicht „Unter Feinden“ istRead More

The Raven by E. A. Poe Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. “ ‚T is some visitor, “ I muttered, „tapping at my chamber door–                         Only this and nothing more.“ Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly IRead More

Kleine Aster von Gottfried Benn Ein ersoffener Bierfahrer wurde auf den Tisch gestemmtIrgendeiner hatte ihm eine dunkel-hell lila Aster zwischen die Zähne geklemmtAls ich von der Brust ausMit einem langen MesserZunge und Gaumen herausschnittMuss ich sie angestossen habenDenn sie glitt in das nebenliegende Gehirn Ich packte sie ihmIn die Brusthöhle zwischen die Holzwolle als man zunähteTrinke dich satt in deiner Vase! Ruhe sanftKleine Aster! (1912)Read More

It’s a Jungle Out There by Randy Newman It′s a jungle out thereDisorder and confusion everywhereNo one seems to careWell, I doHey, who’s in charge here? It′s a jungle out therePoison in the very air we breatheYou know what’s in the water that you drink?Well, I do, and it’s amazing People think I′m crazy, ′cause I worry all the timeIf you paid attention, you’d be worried tooYou better pay attention, or this world you love so much might just kill youI could be wrong now, but I don′t think soRead More

Watching the Detectives by Elvis Costello Nice girls, not one with a defectCellophane shrink-wrapped, so correctRed dogs under illegal legsShe looks so good that he gets down and begs She is watching the detectives„Ooh, it’s so cute“She’s watching the detectivesWhen they shoot, shoot, shoot, shootThey beat him up until the teardrops startBut he can’t be wounded ‚cause he’s got no heart Long shot of that jumping signInvisible shivers running down my spineCut to baby taking off her clothesClose-up of the sign that says: „We never close“ You snatch a chillRead More

Bad Moon Rising by John Cameron Fogerty I see the bad moon risingI see trouble’s on the wayI see earthquakes and lightnin‘I see bad times today Ah, don’t go ‚round tonightWell, it’s bound to take your lifeThere’s a bad moon on the rise I hear hurricane’s a-blowin‘ I know the end is comin‘ soonI feel a river’s overflowin‘I hear the voice of rage and ruin Ah, don’t go ‚round tonightWell, it’s bound to take your lifeThere’s a bad moon on the riseAlright Hope you got your things togetherHope you areRead More

Murder by numbers By Sting & Police Once that you’ve decided on a killingFirst you make a stone of your heartAnd if you find that your hands are still willingThen you can turn a murder into art There really isn’t any need for bloodshedJust do it with a little more finesseIf you can slip a tablet into someone’s coffeeThen it avoids an awful lot of mess Because it’s murder by numbersOne, two, threeIt’s as easy to learnAs your ABC It’s murder by numbersOne, two, threeIt’s as easy to learnAs yourRead More

Bundeslied der Galgenbrüder O schauerliche Lebenswirrn,wir hängen hier am roten Zwirn!Die Unke unkt, die Spinne spinnt,und schiefe Scheitel kämmt der Wind. O Greule, Greule, wüste Greule!»Du bist verflucht!« so sagt die Eule.Der Sterne Licht am Mond zerbricht.Doch dich zerbrachs noch immer nicht. O Greule, Greule, wüste Greule!Hört ihr den Huf der Silbergäule?Es schreit der Kauz: pardauz! pardauz!da tauts, da grauts, da brauts, da blauts! (Christian Morgenstern, 1895/1905)Read More

»Crystal Frontier« by Calexico Marco’s shadow falls on the doorTo the seven lost cities of goldFinds a raven’s head and a rattlesnake’s tailDead in his tracks, this godforsaken soul’sUnwanted here and his curse lingers for years Amalia’s face hides behind the maskSweating on the TV factory lineThat smile on her face is starting to crackWhile welding back the pieces of shattered heartThat’s scattered out here, with the ghosts of her peersSearches for her lost child along the river of tearsThe river of tears At the end of the working weekWhenRead More

Sons and Daughters by The Neville Brothers Young man on his way home from the marketJust enjoying a beautiful afternoonGets kinda dark, sun just set There’s these other young men standingOn the corner, nothing to do, just hangin‘ aroundThey’re passing out their weapons to each other: Brass knuckles, pipes, chains, half a bricks, broken bottles, switchblades Young man lands in jail for some crime he did not commit352 years hard labor in Angola prison – 352 years at hard laborSleepless nights between sugar cane and cottonIt’s where he learns theRead More

Schelm von Bergen – von Heinrich Heine Im Schloß zu Düsseldorf am RheinWird Mummenschanz gehalten;Da flimmern die Kerzen, da rauscht die Musik,tanzen die bunten Gestalten. Da tanzt die schöne Herzogin,Sie lacht laut auf beständig;Ihr Tänzer ist ein schlanker Fant,Gar höfisch und behendig. Er trägt eine Maske von schwarzem Samt,Daraus gar freudig blicketEin Auge, wie ein blanker Dolch,Halb aus der Scheide gezücket. Es jubelt die Fastnachtsgeckenschar,Wenn jene vorüberwalzen.Der Drickes und die MarizzebillGrüßen mit Schnarren und Schnalzen. Und die Trompeten schmettern drein,Der närrische Brummbaß brummet,Bis endlich der Tanz ein Ende nimmtUnd dieRead More

Backstabbers by Gene McFadden / John Whitehead / Leon Huff All the time they want to take your placeThe back stabbers (back stabbers)(They smilin‘ in your face)All the time, they want to take your placeThe back stabbers (back stabbers)All you fellas who have someone and you really care, yeah, yeahThen it’s all of you fellas who better beware, yeah, yeah Somebody’s out to get your ladyA few of your buddies, they sure look shadyThe blades are long, clenched tight in their fistsAimin‘ straight at your backAnd I don’t think they’llRead More

Gambling Lady – Von Ulrich Roski Sie lehnt jeden Abend ab sieben am Tresen der Nachtbar,doch sie ist durchaus achtbar sehr verspielt und naiv.Sie hat ihre herrlichen Pläne im Glücksspiel begraben,es ging immer um Knaben und es ging meistens schief.Schon in der Kindheit verspielte sie ihren Freund Edgar,obwohl er sehr nett war, beim Siebzehnundvierdie andere nahm den Eddy und so blieb ihr nur der TeddyShe’s a gambling Lady sie hatte nie besonders viel, doch alles setzt sie aufs Spiel. Mit sechzehn riss sie mit ’ner andern um den gleichen FreundRead More

Billy’s got a gun Billy’s got a gun, he’s on the runConfusion in his mind, the blind leads the blindYeah, Billy’s got a gun, he’s gonna shoot ya downHe’s got evil in his eyes, got a reason to despiseThere’s danger in the air Can you feel it in the air? (There’s danger in the air)Danger (such a strange emotion)Can you feel it in the air? Oh yeahOh he was locked inside a room without a doorHis innocence he suffered forIn a world of black and white, they were wrong andRead More

Sheriff Fatman by James Neil Morrison / Leslie George Carter Sheriff Fatman started out is business as a granny farmerHe ws infamous for fifteen minutesAnd he appeared on PanoramaThen he somehow got on board a Starship Enterprise Allowance SchemeWith a Prince of Wales AwardFor pushing valium and amphetamines Moving Up on Second BaseWith Nicholas Van what’s His FaceAt six foot sixAnd 100 TonsThe undisputed King of the SlumsWith more alias‘ than Klaus BarbieMaster Butcher of Leigh on SeaJust about to take the stageThe one and only – hold the frontRead More

Stone Cold Dead in the Market by Frederick W. Hendricks He’s stone cold dead in the marketHe’s stone cold dead in the marketHe’s stone cold dead in the marketI killed nobody but my husband Last night I went out drinkingWhen I came home I gave her a beatingSo she catch the rolling pin and went to work on my headUntil she bash it inI lie cold dead in the marketStone cold dead in the marketI lie cold dead in the marketShe killed nobody but her husband I lick ‚im wit‘Read More

papa said goodbye to the glass on the prison phonemama never cried just said boyyou a bad man’s son under a new moon skymy headlights cut the nighton this dark road to nowhere it’s just a matter of timebefore i have to pay the pricefor what i’ve done back there i am bound for my fatei got bad man’s blood in my veins i told the teller manto put the money in the bagmy hand was shakin’ scared the shot took me by surprisei saw the fear in his eyesi just left him layin’Read More

Woody Haut: What Is Noir? Is more than darkness. IsCorruption of the heart. Isbehind closed doors, board-room or street. Is fuckedWhether you do, don’t sing, Moan, sniff or shoot. Is aticket to all we have, neverenough. Is greed, lust, a fatalkiss, the banker, cop, criminal, orany other poor sucker whoscreams for mercy. Is adream of autonomy, femmefatality causality, breathing,„Hey, baby, let’s take it all.”Is a corpse, a handful of dustand ultimately who cares, ifthe only punishment is death. Excerpted – with thanks to the author – from On Dangerous Ground: Film Noir Poems (CloseRead More

Ah, haFreddie’s deadThat’s what I saidLet the rap a planSaid he’d see him homeBut his hope was a ropeAnd he should’ve knownIt’s hard to understandThat there’s love in this manI’m sure all would agreeThat his misery was hisWoman and thingsNow Freddie’s deadThat’s what I said Everybody’s misused himRipped him up and abused himPushing dope for the manBut that’s how it goesA Freddie’s on the corner nowIf you want to be a junkie, wowRemember Freddie’s dead We’re all built up with progressBut sometimes I must confessWe can deal with rockets andRead More

Lilly was standing on the cornerShe waited there in front of the storeShe waited there for an hour or twoWho knows, she maybe waited moreBut nobody showed So Lilly, she decided she go And she rides tonight In Lilly’s Daddy’s Cadillac Lilly’s man’s name is Dan He works in the back of a dirty book stand His best friends know his mind But nobody knows his plans And nobody else Knows what Danny boy got to sell Lord, he rides tonight In Lilly’s Daddy’s Cadillac Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohRead More

Kid Creole and the Coconut: „Stool Pigeon“ There’s a gentleman that’s going ‚roundTurnin‘ the joint upside down, Stool Pigeon, ha tja tja tjaHe’s an old ex-con that’s been awayNow he’s back, no one’s safe, Stool Pigeon, ha tja tja tja „If you wanna squeal“, said the F.B.I.„We can make a deal, make it worth your while“So he told them all and in returnHe got a credit card and a Thunderbird And the maximum securityEven after plastic surgery„So, go on and squeal“, said the F.B.I.„We can make a deal, make itRead More

I Have To Do My Time Now I understand, why so many own happy homes today.Now I understand, why so many own happy homes today.These devils commit these crimes, then a good person’s got to pay. I’ve got twenty-five years in this hell, the doors slammin‘ night and day.I’ve got twenty-five years in this hell, the doors slammin‘ night and day.And they always comin‘, and no one goin‘ away. Mmm, this jail is a lonesome place.Mmm, the jailhouse is a lonesome place.It almost killed me, when these doors slammed inRead More

1 I know you’ve got my manI know you’ve got my manTry to hold him if you can I know that man don’t want nobody but meI know my man don’t want nobody but meIf you don’t believe it, I’ve got his room key If you don’t leave my fucking man aloneIf you don’t leave my fucking man aloneYou won’t know what way that you will go home I’ll cut your throat and drink your fucking blood like wineBitch, I’ll cut your fucking throat and drink your blood like wineBecauseRead More

Sittin‘ right behind meI could smell her perfumeIt was somethin‘ I’d smelled beforeWent through a red lightWhile I spilled my drinkI could feel somethin‘ sticky on the floor I said „Miss, you’ve gotta tell meWhere you wanna go toI can’t keep drivin‘ round the same block“So I crumpled my cupAnd pulled the gum off my shoeAnd then she told me „Just shut upAnd keep your eyes on the road“ „And just drive,“ she said„Just drive,“ she said„Just drive,“ she said Well, I watched her put her handsOn the bag inRead More

I’m bad like Jesse James I’m bad I’m bad Like Jesse James, uh-huh I had a friend one time Least I thought I did He come to me Said, ‚Johnny?‘ Said, ‚What man?‘ ‚I’m outdoor‘ I say, ‚Yeah?‘ I taken the cat in Get him a place to stay And I found out He goin‘ ‚round town Tellin‘ ev’rybody that he He got my wife Then I gets mad I goes to the cat Like a good guy should I said, ‚Look man ‚I’m gonna warn, you just one time‘Read More

Veröffentlichungstermin für die von Deutschlandfunk Kultur beherbergte aktuelle Krimibestenliste Februar 2023 ist Freitag, 3. Februar. Die Jahres-Krimibestenliste 2022 hier als PDF. Hier die Krimibestenliste Februar 2023: 1 (-)                         Megan Abbott: Aus der Balance (Pulp Master) 2 (1)                        Johannes Groschupf: Die Stunde der Hyänen (Suhrkamp) 3 (-)                         Kenneth Fearing: Die große Uhr (Elsinor) 4 (2)                        Attica Locke: Pleasantville (Polar) 5 (4)                        Tom Lin: Die tausend Verbrechen des Ming Tsu (Suhrkamp)  6 (10)                      Sally McGrane: Die Hand von Odessa (Voland&Quist) 7 (3)                        Tade Thompson: Fern vom Licht des Himmels (Golkonda) 8 (-)                         Joe R. Lansdale: Moon Lake (Festa)   9 (-)                         Antoine Volodine: Einige Einzelheiten über die Seele der Fälscher (Edition Converso)Read More