Rodalben is a municipality in the Südwestpfalz district, in Rhineland-Palatinate, Germany. It is situated in the Palatinate forest, approx. 5 km northeast of Pirmasens.
Rodalben is the seat of the Verbandsgemeinde ("collective municipality") Rodalben.
Rodalben was founded by a Celtic tribe. In 1237 Rodalben was first mentioned as a "Meyerhof". Over the centuries mainly farmers lived there.
The origin of the name isn't clarified. The suffix "alb (alben)" is a Celtic word for rivers or brooks.
Before the Thirty Years' War 150 people lived in the Amt of Gräfenstein. by 1680, around 30 years after the war, the Amt had 30 families or inhabitants. Around 50 years later, in 1698, there were 50, of which 20 lived in Rodalben. The village grew steadily and was given greater importance by the transfer of the administration of the Gräfenstein Amt to Rodalben. Around 1720 Rodalben was given its first school. The Feine Häusel, which had been transported from Münchweiler to Rodalben transportiert and, until then had been used as the vicarage, was converted into a school hall and teacher's residence. The house still exists and is used as a private dwelling.
Rodalben is a Verbandsgemeinde ("collective municipality") in the Südwestpfalz district, in Rhineland-Palatinate, Germany. The seat of the municipality is in Rodalben.
The Verbandsgemeinde Rodalben consists of the following Ortsgemeinden ("local municipalities"):
Coordinates: 49°14′24″N 7°38′35″E / 49.240°N 7.643°E / 49.240; 7.643
Pay no mind to his messed up hair
Pay no mind to the clothes he wears
It's just the hours he's been keepin'
Ain't been doing too much sleeping
They dyed his hair and hid his feathers
And told him he was Latin
'Til he came chanting down the street
Like a cannibal in Manhattan
CHORUS:
Rattlebone
Rattlebone
Shake it for the war chief
All night long
Rattlebone
Rattlebone
Sweet medicine
To each his own
One sky above
One earth below
One sky above us
One earth below
CHORUS
Here's where we go off the map
Out past the power lines
Up that little side road without a sign
Hidden from the mainstream
The keepers of the ancient future
Keepers of the drum
They don't preserve it
They live it
Rattlebone
Rattlebone
Shake it for the war chief
All night long
Rattlebone
Rattlebone
Get down on your knees
And praise the dawn