Rock und Religion

Rockmusik und Religionskritik – passt das zusammen? Nun, es kann zusammenpassen, wenn die Texter ebenso gut sind wie die Musiker. Ich habe ein paar schöne Beispiele ausgegraben, aber dabei bewusst auf das meist gehirnverbrannte „Fuck-God-Geschrammel“ von Black-Metal-Deppen ebenso verzichtet wie auf Satansverherrlichungssongs.

Manfred Mann´s Earth Band hatten mit dem religionskritischen Song „Buddah“ eine kleineren Hit Anfang der 70er Jahre. Das Interessante: Alle Liveversionen, die ich von diesem Song fand, weichen im Text von den Original-Lyrics ab. Selbstzensur? Live-Verschlimmbesserung? Jedenfalls ein ganz großer Song mit einem großen Text, geschrieben von Mann selbst.

Hier der Text, wie er auf der LP-Version gesungen wird:

Saw Buddah walking down the street
I said, „Hey man, I never thought we’d meet“
Looked at me and he did a dance
He said, „Hey son, you gotta take your chance“

Saw Jesus in ’65
Said, „Hey son, you’re still alive“
He was standing in a riot zone
Said, „Hey man, why don’t you go home?“
He said, „I never was, never will be
What you gotta do is carry on and forget about me“

Saw Moses in a Cadillac
Said, „Hey man, why did you come back?“
He looked at me and he did a dance
Said, „Hey man, you gotta take your chance“

Saw the saviour standing on the stage
He looked at me, I was in a rage
Looked my way and he said to me
„You gotta carry on and forget about me
‚Cause I never was, never will be
What you gotta do is carry on and forget about me“

In der folgenden Live-Version (und bei anderen Liveversionen ebenso) kommt der „Jesus in the riot zone“ nicht mehr vor, wie überhaupt Jesus völlig rausgenommen wurde, und die Verse werden munter durcheinander gewürfelt.  Es bleibt trotzdem ein fantastisches Lied, zweigeteilt in einen ruhigen, fast meditativen ersten Teil und einen schönen instrumentalen Freak-Out.

Das ewige Enfant Terrible der britischen Musikszene, Roy Harper, hatte mit Gott, Allah oder wie immer die angeblichen Überwesen auch genannt werden, immer wieder textlich ein paar Hühnchen zu rupfen. Und er ist immer noch nicht versöhnt mit dem Allmächtigen.

The Death of God, Part III:

Welcome to heaven
I’m your creator
I bid you welcome
To the promised land
Sorry I made you
Bomb all those children
They were all warned
And they fully understand

My will be done on earth
And they were slow to learn
My will be done on earth
Or otherwise eternally you’ll burn
So eternally they’ll burn

‚Cos I am the interventionist God
And I’m warning you
I will intervene
Into your cooking and your books
And your disinterest rates
And all of your domestics in-between

I am the wood I touch
My fingers always crossed
I’m superstitious to the core
I step across the cracks
Down every street I walk
That way I know
I know I’ll win the war

And history will prove me right
I’ll find those WMD
Cross my heart and hope to die
What’s that you say?
Blank, zero, nothing, zilch, a duck!
A duck egg… Oh no… I think…
I think… I just fell out the sky…

Soon I’ll be gone
Goodbye everyone

Zum Thema „Rockmusik und Religion“ darf natürlich „God“ von John Lennon nicht fehlen, der Song, in dem er mit Religion und pseudoreligiöser Verehrung von Kultfiguren und esoterischem Hokuspokus abrechnet:

God is a concept
By which we measure our pain
I’ll say it again
God is a concept
By which we measure our pain

I don’t believe in magic
I don’t believe in I-ching
I don’t believe in Bible
I don’t believe in tarot
I don’t believe in Hitler
I don’t believe in Jesus
I don’t believe in Kennedy
I don’t believe in Buddha
I don’t believe in Mantra
I don’t believe in Gita
I don’t believe in Yoga
I don’t believe in kings
I don’t believe in Elvis
I don’t believe in Zimmerman
I don’t believe in Beatles

I just believe in me
Yoko and me
And that’s reality

The dream is over
What can I say?
The dream is over
I was the Dreamweaver
But now I’m reborn
I was the Walrus
But now I’m John
And so dear friends
You’ll just have to carry on
The dream is over

Was aber wäre eine Sammlung antireligiöser Songs ohne den großen Atheisten Frank Zappa? Hier ist er mit „Dumb all over“:

Whoever we are
Wherever were from
We shoulda noticed by now
Our behavior is dumb
And if our chances
Expect to improve
Its gonna take a lot more
Than tryin to remove
The other race
Or the other whatever
From the face
Of the planet altogether

They call it the earth
Which is a dumb kinda name
But they named it right
cause we behave the same…
We are dumb all over
Dumb all over,
Yes we are
Dumb all over,
Near n far
Dumb all over,
Black n white
People, we is not wrapped tight

Nurds on the left
Nurds on the right
Religous fanatics
On the air every night
Sayin the bible
Tells the story
Makes the details
Sound real gory
bout what to do
If the geeks over there
Dont believe in the book
We got over here

You cant run a race
Without no feet
n pretty soon
There wont be no street
For dummies to jog on
Or doggies to dog on
Religous fanatics
Can make it be all gone
(I mean it wont blow up
n disappear
Itll just look ugly
For a thousand years…)

You cant run a country
By a book of religion
Not by a heap
Or a lump or a smidgeon
Of foolish rules
Of ancient date
Designed to make
You all feel great
While you fold, spindle
And mutilate
Those unbelievers
From a neighboring state

To arms! to arms!
Hooray! thats great
Two legs aint bad
Unless theres a crate
They ship the parts
To mama in
For souvenirs: two ears (get down!)
Not his, not hers, (but what the hey? )
The good book says:
(it gotta be that way!)
But their book says:
Revenge the crusades…
With whips n chains
n hand grenades…
Two arms? two arms?
Have another and another
Our God says:
There aint no other!
Our God says
Its all okay!
Our God says
This is the way!

It says in the book:
Burn n destroy…
n repent, n redeem
n revenge, n deploy
n rumble thee forth
To the land of the unbelieving scum on the other side
cause they dont go for whats in the book
n that makes em bad
So verily we must choppeth them up
And stompeth them down
Or rent a nice french bomb
To poof them out of existance
While leaving their real estate just where we need it
To use again
For temples in which to praise our god
(cause he can really take care of business!)

And when his humble tv servant
With humble white hair
And humble glasses
And a nice brown suit
And maybe a blond wife who takes phone calls
Tells us our God says
Its okay to do this stuff
Then we gotta do it,
cause if we dont do it,
We aint gwine up to hebbin!
(depending on which book youre using at the
Time…cant use theirs… it dont work
…its all lies…gotta use mine…)
Aint that right?
Thats what they say
Every night…
Every day…
Hey, we cant really be dumb
If were just following gods orders
Hey, lets get serious…
God knows what hes doin
He wrote this book here
An the book says:
He made us all to be just like him,
If were dumb…
Then God is dumb…
(an maybe even a little ugly on the side)