My love she speaks like silence,
Without ideals or violence,
She doesn’t have to say she’s faithful,
Yet she’s true, like ice, like fire.

To choose the daily track I listen to all the songs with the appropriate length which are on my iPod – between 30 and 50 at the moment – and choose my absolute favourite. Usually it is a tune that jumps at me but not always. Today like yesterday I had already given up when this song came up. Again it was the last one in the playlist. What else could I have chosen? The one after the last song? There we are at a koan and this song fits well into this kind of stuff. This song is personal, it is a declaration of love for the woman the singer is just about to marry. It became one of his most famous songs and he must have played it hundreds if not thousands of times. After a while he did not want to play it anymore but he had to, the audience insisted. So he changed it, he massacrated it so that it was almost impossible to recognize it. When I saw him in Frankfurt a couple of years ago, it took me more than a minute to realize what song he and his band were playing. On this live version from the first half of the nineties he still loves his tune though. Everything is shaking and falling apart in this song except his lover’s love. She is well above all the earthly ado. Probably closer to Buddha than to him. This is originally on the album where according common belief he changed from acoustic to electric. Listening to this song it seems to be another legend in his life which already is not short of myths.

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