another side of minga

another side of minga

münchner freiheit, vorgestern oder so.

münchen mal ohne sunshine und glamour.
mal ohne sonnenbrillen und seltsamen frauen, die immer "oh mein gott" sagen.
schon gleich viel besser so, finde ich.










No but that ain't yer game, it ain't even yer race
You can't hear yer name, you can't see yer face
You gotta look some other place
And where do you look for this hope that yer seekin'
Where do you look for this lamp that's a-burnin'
Where do you look for this oil well gushin'
Where do you look for this candle that's glowin'
Where do you look for this hope that you know is there
And out there somewhere
And your feet can only walk down two kind of roads
Your eyes can only look through two kins of windows
Your nose can only smell two kinds of hallways
You can touch and twist
And turn two kinds of doorknobs
You can either go to the church of your choice
Or you can go to Brooklyn State Hospital
You'll find God in the church of your choice
You'll find Woody Guthrie in Brooklyn State Hospital

And though it's only my opinion
I may be right or wrong
You'll find them both
In the Grand Canyon
At sundown


Bob Dylan
Last thoughts on Woody Guthrie