„Big yellow taxi“ heißt der song, in dem Joni Mitchel Anfang der 70er über das Verschwinden der städtischen Gemeingüter singt. Und keiner merkt’s. Bzw. wir merken es erst, wenn sie weg sind:

So they have paved paradise
And put up a parking lot
With a pink hotel
A boutique
And a swimming night spot.
Don´t it always seem to go
That you don´t know what you got til it´s gone
They paved paradise
Put up a parking lot.

They look all the trees
Put ém in a tree museum
And they charged all the people
An arm and a leg just so see ém
Don´t it always seem to go
That you don´t know what you got til it´s gone
They paved paradise
Put up a parking lot.

Hey farmer
Put away your DDI
Give me spots on my apples
But leave me the birds and bees
Please
Don´t it always seem to go
That you don´t know what you got til it´s gone
They paved paradise
Put up a parking lot.

Late last night
I heard the screen door slam
And a big yellow taxi come and took away my old man.
Don´t it always seem to go
That you don´t know what you got til it´s gone
They paved paradise
Put up a parking lot.
Put up a parking lot.