Leider fehlen mir im Augenblick noch Bilder. Falls Ihr zufälligerweise irgendwo im großen, weiten Internet oder vielleicht auch in Eurer privaten Sammlung etwas findet, was mir weiterhelfen könnte, wäre ich Euch echt dankbar!

Tja, wovon handelt der Film? Ich muß mir von gewissen Personen (die mir wirklich viel bedeuten) immer wieder anhören, daß sie sich sparen konnten, den Film anzuschauen, weil ich ihn so ausführlich erzählt habe. Aber was soll ich tun? Die besten Stellen verschweigen?

Ich gebe zu, daß mich eine Inhaltsangabe über diesen Film echt fasziniert hat. Da hat es doch tatsächlich jemand geschafft, in zwei Sätzen den ganzen Film zu erzählen. Darum werde ich mal mit diesem Artikel anfangen.

Bitte verzeiht mir, wenn ich nach der elfundneunzigsten Änderung doch etwas ausschweifend geworden bin ... aber ich liebe diesen Film nun mal ;-))

Straßen in Flammen handelt von der Sängerin Ellen Aim (Diana Lane), die während eines Benefiz-Konzerts in ihrer Heimatstadt von einer Motorrad-Gang, angeführt von Raven (Willem Dafoe) entführt wird. Ihr Exfreund Tom Cody (Michael Pare) kommt auf Bitte seiner Schwester Reva (Deborah Van Valkenburgh) in die Stadt zurück und rettet seine Jugendliebe mit Hilfe von der Soldatin McCoy (Amy Madigan) und Billy Fish (Rick Moranis), dem Manager von Ellen.

Jetzt da ich es niedergeschrieben habe, kann ich es immer noch nicht glauben, daß damit alles erzählt sein soll, weil...
...da kein einziger der coolen Sprüche erwähnt wird, die McCoy ganz trocken bringt,
...die ergreifende Szene im Regen fehlt,
...kein Wort steht von "Ich bin nicht der Typ, der die Gitarre für dich trägt",
...nichts darüber erzählt wird, WIE Cody die Frau, die er immer noch liebt, gerettet hat (daher hat der Film schließlich seinen Namen).

Aber was ich am Unverzeihlichsten finde:

Wie kann man einen Rock´n Roll-Film erzählen, ohne auf die Musik zu kommen????

Die Musik, die alle meine bisherigen Nachbarn um den Schlaf gebracht hat.
Die Musik, die mein CD-Player schon so oft gespielt hat, daß er sie eigentlich auch ohne CD auswendig spielen kann.

Diese Musik werde ich Euch hier vorstellen:
Leider sind bisher nur die Titel mit ;-) verfügbar, aber das wird sich nach und nach ändern!

Titel	- Interpret
Nowhere fast ;-)	- Fire Inc.
Sorcerer ;-)	- Marilyn Martin
Deeper and deeper	- The Fixx
Countdown to love	- Greg Phillinganes
One bad stud ;-)	- The Blasters
Tonight is what it means to be young ;-)	- Fire Inc.
Never be you	- Maria McKee
I can dream about you	- Dan Hartmann
Hold that snake ;-)	- Ry Cooder
Blue shadows	- The Blasters

Nowhere Fast

Lead vocals: Laurie Sargent, Rory Dodd and Holly Sherwood
Background vocals arranged and sung by: Rory Dodd, Holly Sherwood and Eric Troyer
Piano: Roy Bittan
additional keyboards: Jim Steinman
Drums: Max Weinberg and Jim Bralower
Bass: Steve Boslowe
Guitars: Rick Derringer and Davey Johnstone
Syntesizer: Larry Fast
Simmons drums and drum programming: Jim Bralower

Lying in your bed and on a Saturday night
You're sweatin' buckets and it's not even hot
But your brain has got the message
And it's sending it out
To every nerve and every muscle you've got

You've got so many dreams
That you don't know where to put 'em
So you'd better turn a few of 'em loose
Your body's got a feeling that it's starting to rust
You'd better rev it up and put it to use

And I don't know how I ever thought that I could make it all alone
When you only make it better
And it better be tonight
And we'll fly away on those angel wings of chrome in your daddy's car
Waiting there for you tonight
I'll be there for you tonight

Even if you don't have anywhere to go
You go down on the pedal and you're ready to roll
And even if you don't have anywhere to go
You go down on the pedal and you're ready to roll
And your speed
Is all you'll ever need
All you'll ever need to know
Darlin', Darlin'-

You and me we're goin' nowhere slowly
And we've gotta get away from the past
There's nothin' wrong with goin' nowhere, baby
But we should be goin' nowhere fast

Everybody's goin' nowhere slowly
They're only fighting for the chance to be last
There's nothin' wrong with goin' nowhere, baby
But we should be goin' nowhere fast
It's so much better goin' nowhere fast
Ah...

Stalkin' in the shadows by the light of the moon
It's like a prison and the night is a cell
Goin' anywhere has gotta be heaven tonight
'Cause stayin' here has gotta be hell
Dyin' in the city like a fire on the water
Let's go runnin' on the back of the wind
There's gotta' be some action on the face of the earth
And I've gotta see your face once again

And I don' know where I ever got the bright idea that I was cool
So alone and independent
But I'm depending on you now
And you'll always be the only thing that I just can't be without
And I'm out for you tonight
I'm comin' out for you tonight

Even if you don't have anywhere to go
You go down on the pedal and you're ready to roll (ready to roll)
Even if you don't have anywhere to go
You go down on the pedal and you're ready to roll
And your speed
Is all you'll ever need
All you'll ever need to know
Darlin', Darlin'-

You and me we're goin' nowhere slowly
And we've gotta get away from the past
There's nothin' wrong with goin' nowhere, baby
But we should be goin' nowhere fast

Everybody's goin' nowhere slowly
They're only fighting for the chance to be last
There's nothin' wrong with goin' nowhere, baby
But we should be goin' nowhere fast
It's so much better goin' nowhere fast

Godspeed
Godspeed
Godspeed
Speed us away!

Godspeed
Godspeed
Godspeed
Speed us away!

Godspeed
Godspeed
Godspeed
Speed us away!

© 1984 Lost Boys Music

Sorcerer

Music & lyrics by Stevie Nicks
Produced by Jimmy Iovine

Lead vocals:Marily Martin
Background vocals: Sharon Celani, Lori Perry
Piano: Billy Payne
Guitar: Waddy Wachtel
Bass: Kenny Edwards
Drums: Russel Kunkel

I´m tired
I´m thirsty
I´m wild eyed
In my misery
Timeless
In your finery
A high price
For your luxury

Chorus
Sorcerer
Who is the master
Man and woman on a star stream
In the middle of a snow dream
Sorcerer
Schow me the high life
Come over
Let me put you on ice

I´m tired
When I need you badly
Wild eyed
In the middle of your dream
Timeless
It´s a mistery
all the way
Now it´s never what you see

All around
Black ink darkness
Who found
The lady from the mountain

All around
Black ink darkness
Who found
The lady from the mountain

I´m tired
I´m thirsty
I´m wild eyed
In my misery
Timeless
In your finery
A high price
For your luxury

Repeat chorus

© 1981, 1984 Welsh Witch Music

Tonight is what it means to be young

Music, lyrics, produced and arranged by Jim Steinman

Lead vocals: Holly Sherwood and Rory Dodd
Background vocals arranged and sung by: Rory Dodd, Holly Sherwood and Eric Troyer
Piano: Roy Bittan
Guitars: Davey Johnstone and Mike Landau
Bass: Steve Boslowe
Syntesizer: Larry Fast
Drum programming: Jim Bralower and Joe Stefko
Linn and Simmons electronic drums: Jim Bralower
Assorted keyboards: Jim Steinman

I've got a dream 'bout an angel on the beach
And the perfect waves are starting to come
His hair is flying out in ribbons of gold
And his touch has got the power to stun

I've got a dream 'bout an angel in the forest
Enchanted by the edge of a lake
His body's flowing in the jewels alive
And the earth below is starting to shake

But I don't see any angels in the city
I don't hear any holy choirs sing
And if I can't get an angel
I can still get a boy
And a boy'd be the next best thing
The next best thing to an angel
A boy'd be the next best thing

I've got a dream 'bout a boy in a castle
And he's dancing like a cat on the stairs
He's got the fire of a prince in his eyes
And the thunder of a drum in his ears

I've got a dream 'bout a boy on a star
Lookin' down upon the rim of the world
He's there all alone and dreamin' of someone like me
I'm not an angel but at least I'm a girl

I've got a dream when the darkness is over
We'll be lyin' in the rays of the sun
But it's only a dream and tonight is for real
You'll never know what it means
But you'll know how it feels
It's gonna be over (over)
Before you know it's begun
(Before you know it's begun)

It's all we really got tonight
Stop your cryin' hold on (tonight)
Before you know it it's gone (tonight)
Tonight is what it means to be young
Tonight is what it means to be young

Let the rebels begin
Let the fire be started
We're dancing for the restless and the broken-hearted
Let the rebels begin
Let the fire be started
We're dancing for the desperate and the broken-hearted

Let the rebels begin
(Tonight is what it means to be young...)
Let the fire be started
(Before you know it it's gone...)
We're dancing for the restless and the broken-hearted
Let the rebels begin
Let the fire be started
We're dancing for the desperate and the broken-hearted

Say a prayer in the darkness for the magic to come
No matter what it seams
Tonight is what it means to be young
Before you know it it's gone
Tonight is what it means to be young
Before you know it it's gone

Ah...

I've got a dream when the darkness is over
We'll be lyin' in the rays of the sun
But it's only a dream and tonight is for real
You'll never know what it means
But you'll know how it feels
It's gonna be over (over)
Before you know it's begun

It's all we really got tonight
Stop your cryin' hold on (tonight)
Before you know it it's gone (tonight)
Tonight is what it means to be young
Tonight is what it means to be young...

The things they say
And then the things they do
Nothin's gonna stop us if our aim is true...

The things they say
And then the things they do
Nothin's gonna stop us if our aim is true...

The things they say
And then the things they do
Nothin's gonna stop us if our aim is true...
(Tonight is what it means to be young...)

© 1984 Lost Boys Music

Hold that Snake

Music and lyrics by Ry Cooder and Jim Dickinson
Produced by Ry Cooder

Lead vocals: Ry Cooder
Background vocals: Bobby King and Willie Green, Jr.
Keyboards: Jim Dickinson
Bass: Tim Drummond
Drums: Jim Keltner
Saxophone: Steve Douglas
Harmonica: John "Juke" Logan
Percussion: George "Baboo" Pierre

Ry Cooder appears courtesy of Warner Bros. Records

I love my baby
Like a bull dog loves his bone
Last night she got crazy
Called me up on the phone
Said come on over daddy
'Cause I hates drinkin' alone

Said I had me a little
And I hat to have a little more
Try to get up, could not get out the door
And there's a big ole snake
That's crawlin' right across the floor

My baby's nor afraid to take a chance
Drinkin' whiskey starts her thinkin' about romance
That's when she wants
What I keep in my pants

I know she's got a few tricks up her sleeve
When she gets hot it's not hard to believe
So I told my baby
Juts what Adam said to Eve

Chorus
Hold that snake 'till I make it
Hold on 'till your daddy gets there
Just grab his head and shake it
Tell him he ain't goin' nowhere
Take it easy but take it
But don't let go of that snake
Till I make it

One bad stud

Music and lyrics by Jerry Leiber and Mike Stoller
Produced by Phil Alvin and Pat Burnette

Vocals: Phil Alvin
Guitar: Dave Alvin
Bass: John Bazz
Drums: Bill Bateman
Saxophone: Steve Berlin
The Blasters appears courtesy of Warner Bros. Records

Well one bad stud moved in my neighborhood
Well one bad stud moved in my neighborhood
He's big and man I know he ainÄt no good
He don't wear no hat, and Lord he don't wear no shoes
He don't wear no hat, Lord he don't wear no shoes
He just hangs on the corner singing old country blues

Chorus
Oh well, one bad stud
One bad stud
One bad stud
one bad stud
I said, one, one, one, one,
one bad stud

If he likes your baby, you can kiss your baby goodbye
If he likes your baby, you can kiss your baby goodbye
Cause the girls all leve him like a schoolboy loves his pie
He loves his whiskey, he loves his rock 'n rye
Yes, he loves his whiskey, he loves his rock 'n rye
Ya know it takes ten bottles to make that fool get high

Repeat chorus

Well, he stole ten dollars and they locked that cat in jail
He stole ten dollars and they locked that cat in jail
He got my baby to come and pay his bail.

He's got great big muscles. Lord he looks like a bear.
He's got great big muscles. Lord he looks like a bear.
When the cat gets nervous you know I won't be there.

Repeat chorus

to be continued

© 1997, 1998 Karin Scholz