Nach all der Diskussion um HipHop, Rock, Legenden und was weiß ich, bleibt nur eine ultimative, unerschütterliche Tatsache in diesem virtuellen Raum stehen:

Johnny Cash ist eine Legende!

And I heard as it were the noise of thunder
One of the four beasts saying come and see and I saw
And behold a white horse

There's a man going around taking names and he decides
Who to free and who to blame every body won't be treated
Quite the same there will be a golden ladder reaching down
When the man comes around

The hairs on your arm will stand up at the terror in each
Sip and each sup will you partake of that last offered cup
Or disappear into the potter's ground
When the man comes around

Hear the trumpets hear the pipers one hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to a big kettledrum
Voices calling and voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
Its alpha and omegas kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn trees
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn trees
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
Till Armageddon no shalam no shalom

Then the father hen will call his chicken's home
The wise man will bow down before the thorn and at his feet
They will cast the golden crowns
When the man comes around

Whoever is unjust let him be unjust still
Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still
Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
Listen to the words long written down
When the man comes around

Hear the trumpets hear the pipers one hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to a big kettledrum
Voices calling and voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
Its alpha and omegas kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn trees
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn trees
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
In measured hundred weight and penny pound
When the man comes around

Close

And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts
And I looked and behold, a pale horse
And it's name it said on him was Death
And Hell followed with him.

Wenn man in mühevoller Kleinstarbeit innerhalb von drei Tagen den komplett chaotisch zusammengeworfenen Bestand an Herrenbekleidungsartikeln aus dem begehbaren Kleiderschrank gefischt hat, diesen dann fein säuberlich zusammengefaltet, sortiert und wieder in die adäquaten Regale und Schrankfächer befördert hat, und dann am frühen Morgen des vierten Tages feststellt, daß die Ordnung irgendwie sterbenslangweilig ist, und die Auswahl der richtigen Bekleidung für den Arbeitstag angesichts dieser fast pedantischen Ordnung in den frühen Morgenstunden viel zu komplex ist, dann ist man frustriert.

Wenn man sich dann aber darüber freut, daß man so eben einen ganz furchtbar langen Satz zusammengezimmert hat, der letztlich nur Wäschefalten als Thema hat, dann ist man zumindest kurzzeitig über die Umstände belustigt.