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[Dune]

LOL! Du kannst doch nich David Duchovny posten! LOL! Aber ich kann immer noch kontern *g*


Tom Lehrer - Masochism Tango

I ache for the touch of your lips, Dear,
But much more for the touch of your whips, Dear.
You can raise welts
Like nobody else,
As we dance to the Masochism Tango.

Let our love be a flame, not an ember,
Say it's me that you want to dismember.
Blacken my eye,
Set fire to my tie,
As we dance to the Masochism Tango.

At your command
Before you here I stand,
My heart is in my hand. Ecch!
It's here that I must be.
My heart entreats,
Just hear those savage beats,
And go put on your cleats
And come and trample me.
Your heart is hard as stone or mahogany,
That's why I'm in such exquisite agony.

My soul is on fire,
It's aflame with desire,
Which is why I perspire
When we tango.

You caught my nose
In your left castanet, Love,
I can feel the pain yet, Love,
Ev'ry time I hear drums.
And I envy the rose
That you held in your teeth, Love,
With the thorns underneath, Love,
Sticking into your gums.

Your eyes cast a spell that bewitches.
The last time I needed twenty stitches
To sew up the gash
That you made with your lash,
As we danced to the Masochism Tango.

Bash in my brain,
And make me scream with pain,
Then kick me once again,
And say we'll never part.
I know too well
I'm underneath your spell,
So, Darling, if you smell
Something burning, it's my heart.
Excuse me!

Take your cigarette from its holder,
And burn your initials in my shoulder.
Fracture my spine,
And swear that you're mine,
As we dance to the Masochism Tango

[chunga]

da musste ich doch glatt nochmal den farscape-clip rauskramen und mitlesen
hier mal der kram den ich grad im hintergrund höre:
Rollins Band
Weight (1994)
Disconnect
don't like to think too much, it makes me think too much,
it keeps my mid on my mind
don't wanna see too much, it makes me see to much
sometimes I'd rather be blind
all the things that they're saying & doing
when they pass me by it just fills me up with noise
it overloads me
I wanna disconnected myself
pull my brains damn out, unplug myself
I want nothing right now, I want to pull it out
yeah, I want to pull it out, yeah
I wanna break it all down, hey, I wanna pull it out
yeah, yeah, disconnect myself, disconnect myself
a thousand miles an hour going nowhere fast
cluding to the details of your past
talking 'bout your damages and wasting my time
wanna be the king mainstain in line
all the numbers and the colours of the fax
back by the rumours and the figures of the statch
I think I'm gonna download my ind
I wanna pull it out
too damn bad if at the end of the day the only thoughts
in your brain are all the things that they say, what a waste
too damn bad if at the end of the line you got no idea of
what's on your own mind
you got no one to blame but yourself
too much to know, too much to see
if I mean something to you but it's nothing to me
I wanna disconnect myself, pull my brains damn out, unplug myself
I want nothing right now, I want to pull it out

und grad primus:
TOO MANY PUPPIES
Too many puppies are being shot in the dark.
Too many puppies are trained not to bark.
At the sight of blood that must be spilled
so that we may maintain our oil fields.
Too many puppies
Too many puppies are taught to heal.
Too many puppies are trained to kill.
On the command of men wearing money belts
that buy mistresses sleek animal pelts.
Too many puppies.
Too many puppies with guns in their hands.
Too many puppies in foreign lands.
Are dressed up sharp in suits of green and
Placed upon the war machine.
Too many puppies are just like me.
Too many puppies are afraid to see.
The visions of the past brought to life again,
Too many puppies, too many dead men.

[Amujan]

Blues Traveler
- "Maybe I'm Wrong" vom Blues Brothers 2000 Soundtrack

I wanna show you that anything is possible
I wanna show you that your wildest dreams can come true
And I swear someday I'm gonna figure out how to do just that
But until then, I guess trying is all I can do

Maybe I'm wrong thinking you want something better
Maybe I'm wrong thinking you got no problem making it through the night
Maybe I'm wrong about every little thing I'm talking about
Maybe I'm wrong, but just maybe, maybe I'm right

No, it's none of my business but I think I can make you happy
But it really doesn't matter if it's me or it's someone else
All that I know is that I think you're kinda special
And one way or another gonna see that I can treat you well

Maybe I'm wrong thinking you want something better
Maybe I'm wrong thinking you got no problem making it through the night
Maybe I'm wrong about every little thing I'm talking about
Maybe I'm wrong, but just maybe, maybe I'm right

You seem to think that Lady Luck just doesn't like you
Well, I've been trying to believe that the Lady just ain't that dumb
Oh, just give her time to get here
And I'm sure that when she gets here
She'll be really glad to be here when she comes.

Maybe I'm wrong thinking you want something better
Maybe I'm wrong thinking you got no problem making it through the night
Maybe I'm wrong about every little thing I'm talking about
Maybe I'm wrong, but just maybe, maybe I'm right

Maybe I'm wrong thinking you want something better
Maybe I'm wrong thinking you got no problem making it through the night
Maybe I'm wrong about every little thing I'm talking about
Maybe I'm wrong, but just maybe, maybe I'm right

maybe...

[BabylonLion]

Gerhard Schöne - Alles muss klein beginnen

Refrain:
Alles muss klein beginnen,
lass etwas Zeit verrinnen.
Es muss nur Kraft gewinnen,
und endlich ist es groß.

Schau nur dieses Körnchen, ach man sieht es kaum,
gleicht bald einem Grashalm. Später wird's ein Baum.
Und nach vielen Jahren, wenn ich Rentner bin,
spendet er mir Schatten, singt die Amsel drin:

Refrain

Schau die feine Quelle zwischen Moos und Stein,
sammelt sich im Tale, um ein Bach zu sein.
Wird zum Fluß anschwellen, fließt zur Ostsee hin,
braust dort ganz gewaltig, singt das Fischlein drin.

Refrain

Schau die leichte Flocke, wie sie tanzt und fliegt
bis zu einem Ästchen, das unterm Schnee sich biegt.
Landet da die Flocke und durch ihr Gewicht,
bricht der Ast herunter und der Rabe spricht:

Refrain

Manchmal denk ich traurig: Ich bin viel zu klein!
Kann ja doch nichts machen! Und dann fällt mir ein:
Erst einmal beginnen. Hab ich das geschafft,
nur nicht mutlos werden, dann wächst auch die Kraft.


Und dann seh ich staunend: Ich bin nicht allein.
Viele Kleine, Schwache stimmen mit mir ein:

Refrain

Und es macht laue im Kontzrt wenn man (ALLE):

Alles muss klein beginnen, (einmal die hände andeiner reiben)
lass etwas Zeit verrinnen. (einmal mit Fieger schnipsen)
Es muss nur Kraft gewinnen, (einmal in die Händ kaschen)
und endlich ist es groß. (einmal mit den Fuß auftapel (Holz Fußboden ist am bessen)

[Dune]

John Denver - Leaving on a jetplane


All my bags are packed, i'm ready to go, i'm standing here outside the door, i hate to wake you up to say goodbye, but the dorn is breaking, it's early morning, the taxi is waiting, he's bolwn his horn, allready i'm so lone some i could die...

So kiss me and smile for me, tell me that you wait for me, hold me like you never let me go.
'Cause i'm leaving on a jetplane, don't know when i'll be back again, oh babe i hate to go...

There so many times i let you down, so many times i played around, i tell you now, they don't mean a thing, every place i go i think of you, every song i sing, i sing for you, when i come back, i bring you, your wedding ring...

So kiss me and smile for me, tell me that you wait for me, hold me like you never let me go.
'Cause i'm leaving on a jetplane, don't know when i'll be back again, oh babe i hate to go...

Now the time is come to leave you, one more time, let me kiss you, close your eyes i'll be on my way, dream about the days will come, when i don't have to leave alone, about the times i don't have to stay...

So kiss me and smile for me, tell me that you wait for me, hold me like you never let me go.
'Cause i'm leaving on a jetplane, don't know when i'll be back again, oh babe i hate to go...

'Cause i'm leaving on a jetplane, don't know when i'll be back again, oh babe i hate to go...






(Ich hab Flugangst... noch mehr nach "Final destination" und John Denver... )

[Pumpkin]

Böhse Onkelz

Wieder mal 'nen tag verschenkt


Ein neuer Tag beginnt
auf der Suche nach dem Sinn
dem Sinn in meinem Leben
doch ich kann ihn nicht finden
wars das schon?
kann das alles ein?
was kommt danach?
wann ist's vorbei?
wer kennt die Antwort
auf diese Fragen?
die Tage vergehn,nichts passiert
nichts ist geschehn und es rebelliert
in den Falten meines Hirns
in den Ecken meiner Seele
CHORUS:
Wieder mal 'nen Tag verschenkt
wieder mal 'nen Tag verschenkt
Die Tage vergehn,nichts passiert
nichts ist geschehn und es rebelliert
in den Falten meines Hirns
in den Ecken meiner Seele
ich hab nächtelang gezecht
mich ins Koma gesoffen
oft gezielt,doch nie getroffen
ich weiß,wie es ist,der Arsch zu sein


genau so fühle ich mich :unsure:
in letzter zeit habe ich sehr viel über die Zeit an sich nachgedacht, sie vergeht so schnell......ich erinnere mich noch gerne an den letzten Sommer in Österreich und jetzt ist schon bal wieder ein neuer Sommer. Kaum hat das Schuljahr begonnen, so ist es auch schon wieder vorbei.....und dazwischen gibt es nix richtig tolles bis auf eine Sache die ich erfahren habe. Es ist alles so nebenbei und passiv vergangen, man hatte nix von diesen Monaten

[mukenukem]

Just A Little Hole (Beth Hart)

To remember or to forget it
could you ever laugh out loud while you cry
It will own you & you can't let it

While it holds you you can't even try
You're so unsatisfied
there's no more tears to cry
You ain't got nothin'
no you ain't got nothin' to prove


Got a secret & how you dread it
I should have known
by the lonely look in your eye

Made a promise & never kept it
you didn't even tell me good-bye
You're so damn petrified

In December I got your letter
& by the springtime
they let me know you were gone

If I only loved you better
I'd see you smile again
but what's done is done

just a little heartache
just a little hole
just an itchy finger
& nobody knows
just a little heartache

Somethin' for the soul
Fingers on the trigger
& nobody knows
what she knows


Beth Hart sollte man mal gehört haben. Sie spielte übrigens im gleichnamigen Musical Janis Joplin. Die perfekte Besetzung.....

[Thomas]

Aus aktuellem Anlass
(weil ich mich in den letzten Tagen wieder
mal sehr damit identifizieren kann.....)

If I had a rocket launcher
Bruce Cockburn


Here comes the helicopter
second time today
Everybody scatters
and hopes it goes away
How many kids they've murdered
only God can say

If I had a rocket launcher...
I'd make somebody pay

I don't believe in guarded borders
and I don't believe in hate
I don't believe in generals
or their stinking torture states
And when I talk with the survivors
of things too sickening to relate

If I had a rocket launcher...
I would retaliate

On the Rio Lacantun,
one hundred thousand wait
To fall down from starvation
or some less humane fate
Cry for guatemala,
with a corpse in every gate

If I had a rocket launcher...
I would not hesitate

I want to raise every voice
at least I've got to try
Every time I think about
it water rises to my eyes.
Situation desperate,
echoes of the victims cry

If I had a rocket launcher...
Some son of a bitch would die

[Loser]

Wise Guys - Du doof!

Du bist das ganz genaue Gegenteil von klug.
hältst dich für hip und das ist dir schon genug,
du bist zufrieden doch du bist nicht ganz dicht
und das schlimmste ist du merkst es einfach nicht.
Du verwechselst teure Kleidung mit Stil,
du verwechselst so wie so ziemlich viel,
egal wo rum es geht du verstehst nur Hauptbahnhof,

du doof babababai
du doof babababai

Du bist nett gesagt ne peinliche Erscheinung,
von nix ne Ahnung doch zu allem eine Meinung,
ich würd dich ungern mal betrunken erleben denn du bist nüchtern ja schon völlig daneben.
Du machst gerne ziemlich dumme Zwischenrufe,
du stehst mit Goofy und Heinblöd auf einer Stufe
Egal worum es geht du verstehst nur Hauptbahnhof

du doof babababai
du doof babababai

Das hab ich jetzt mal ganz bewusst so Formuliert,
damit´s vielleicht sogar ein Depp wie du kapiert.
Dich gibt ´s in Deutschland ein paar hunderttausendmal,
in coolen Kneipen, Karstadt, Clubs und bei Aral,
auf der Straße bei Mc Donalds, manchmal auch beim Zelten auch im Museum und Theater aber selten.

Du doof babababai
Du doof babababai

Du hast sie wirklich nicht mehr alle auf der Latte
wo sonst das Hirn sitzt, ist bei dir nur Zuckerwatte.

Du doof babababai
du doof babababai

Der liebe Gott hat ganz bestimmt mit dir erbarmen,
denn es steht geschrieben selig sind die geistig armen,
doch manchmal frage ich mich wer soll dafür haften,
kann der Himmel denn so viele Selige verkraften?

Du doof babababai
Du doof babababai

Du doof

10 Cent für jedes mal wo ich das gedacht habe und ich wäre heute Multimillionär ... auf dem besten Weg zum Multimilliardär.

[Dr.BrainFister]

Billy Idol - Eyes Without Face

I'm all out of hope
One more bad dream could bring a fall
When I'm far from home
Don't call me on the phone
To tell me you're alone
It's easy to deceive
It's easy to tease
But hard to get release

Les yeux sans visage - eyes without a face
Les yeux sans visage - eyes without a face
Les yeux sans visage - eyes without a face
Got no human grace - your eyes without a face.

I spend so much time
Believing all the lies
To keep the dream alive
Now it makes me sad
It makes me mad at truth
For loving what was you

Les yeux sans visage - eyes without a face
Les yeux sans visage - eyes without a face
Les yeux sans visage - eyes without a face
Got no human grace - your eyes without a face.

When you hear the music you make a dip
Into someone else's pocket then make a slip.
Steal a car and go to Las Vegas oh, the gigolo pool.
I'm on a bus on a psychedelic trip
Reading murder books tryin' to stay hip.
I'm thinkin' of you you're out there so
Say your prayers.
Say your prayers.
Say your prayers.

Now I close my eyes
And I wonder why
I don't despise
Now all I can do
Is love what was once
So alive and new
But it's gone from your eyes
I'd better realise

Les yeux sans visage - eyes without a face
Les yeux sans visage - eyes without a face
Les yeux sans visage - eyes without a face
Got no human grace - your eyes without a face.
Such a human waste - your eyes without a face
And now it's getting worse.



...Eines der schönsten Lieder über gestorbene Liebe -oder wie auch immer mans interpretieren mag. Kitzelt mich jedesmal ganz tief in den Tränensäcken. Besonders unplugged ein echtes Meisterwerk der Songwriter-Kunst.

Ahja... Billy Idol rulez selbstverständlich!

[Whyme]

Céline Dion
& Barbara Streisand
Tell Him

I'm scared
So afraid to show I care
Will he think me weak
If I tremble when I speak
Oooh - what if
There's another one he's thinking of
Maybe he's in love
I'd feel like a fool
Life can be so cruel
I don't know what to do

I've been there
With my heart out in my hand
But what you must understand
You can't let the chance
To love him pass you by

Should I

Tell him
Tell him that the sun and moon
Rise in his eyes
Reach out to him
And whisper
Tender words so soft and sweet
Hold him close to feel his heart beat
Love will be the gift you give yourself

Touch him
With the gentleness you feel inside
Your love can't be denied
The truth will set you free
You'll have what's meant to be
All in time you'll see

I love him
Of that much I can de sure
I don't think I could endure
If I let him walk away
When I have so much to say
I'll

Tell him
Tell him that the sun and moon
Rise in his eyes
Reach out to him
And whisper
Tender words so soft and sweet
Hold him close to feel his heart beat
Love will be the gift you give yourself

Love is light that surely glows
In the hearts of those who know
It's a steady flame that grows
Feed the fire with all the passion you can show
Tonight love will assume its place
This memory time cannot erease
Blind faith will lead love where it has to go

Tell him
Tell him that the sun and moon
Rise in his eyes
Reach out to him
And whisper
Tender words so soft and sweet
Hold him close to feel his heart beat
Love will be the gift you give yourself

Never let him go

[scififan]

Herbert Grönemeyer - Mensch

Momentan ist richtig, momentan ist gut.
Nichts ist wirklich wichtig,
nach der Ebbe kommt die Flut.
Am Strand des Lebens ,ohne Punkt ohne Verstand,
ist nichts vergebens, ich bau die Träume aus dem Sand.
Und es ist, es ist OK,
alles auf dem Weg,
es ist Sonnenzeit,
unbeschwert und frei
und der Mensch heißt `Mensch´,
weil er vergisst, weil er verdrängt
und weil er schwankt und stellt,
weil er wärmt wenn er erzählt,
und weil er lacht und weil er lebt, Du fehlst.

Das Firmament hat geöffnet, brückenlos und ozeanblau.
Telefon, Gas, Elektrik und bezahl´s, das geht auch.
Teil mit mir dein´ Frieden, wenn auch nur geborgt,
ich will nicht deine Liebe, ich will nur dein Wort.
Und es ist, es ist OK,
alles auf dem Weg,
und es ist Sonnenzeit,
ungetrübt und leicht
und der Mensch heißt `Mensch´,
weil er irgendwann erkennt
und weil er Hoffnung liebt,
weil er mitfühlt und vergibt
und weil er lacht und weil er lebt, Du fehlst,
ohhh weil er lacht weil er lebt, Du fehlst.

Ohhhhh, es ist OK,
alles auf dem Weg,
es ist Sonnenzeit,
ungetrübt und leicht
und der Mensch heißt Mensch,
weil er vergisst, weil er verdrängt
und weil er schwankt und glaubt,
sich anlehnt und vertraut,
weil er lacht und weil er lebt, Du fehlst.
Ohhhhh, es ist schon OK,
es tut gleichmäßig weh,
es ist Sonnenzeit,
ohne Plan ohne Geleit.
Der Mensch heißt `Mensch´,
weil erinnert, weil er kämpft,
weil er hofft und liebt,
weil er mitfühlt und vergibt
und weil er lacht und weil er lebt, Du fehlst,
ohhhhh weil er lacht und weil er lebt, Du fehlst!
Ohhhhhhhhhhh............

Du fehlst, du fehlst….




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und hier noch eins, das mir durch meine verkorkste jugend geholfen hat

Depeche Mode - Somebody

I want somebody to share
Share the rest of my life
Share my innermost thoughts
Know my intimate details
Someone who'll stand by my side
And give me support
And in return
She'll get my support
She will listen to me
When I want to speak
About the world we live in
And life in general
Though my views may be wrong
They may even be perverted
She'll hear me out
And won't easily be converted
To my way of thinking
In fact she'll often disagree
But at the end of it all
She will understand me
Aaaahhhhh....

I want somebody who cares
For me passionately
With every thought and
With every breath
Someone who'll help me see things
In a different light
All the things I detest
I will almost like
I don't want to be tied
To anyone's strings
I'm carefully trying to steer clear of
Those things
But when I'm asleep
I want somebody
Who will put their arms around me
And kiss me tenderly
Though things like this
Make me sick
In a case like this
I'll get away with it
Aaaahhhhh....

[Fenryr]

Bad Religion - STRANGER THAN FICTION

a febrile shocking violent smack
the children are hoping for a heart attack,
tonight the windows are watching,
the streets all conspire,
and the lamppost can't stop crying,
if I could fly high above the world,
would I see a bunch of living dots spell the world stupidity?,
or would I see hungry lover homicides,
loving brother suicides,
and olly olly oxenfrees,
who pickaside and hide

the world is scratching at my door,
my morning papers got the scores,
the human interest stories, and the obituary

cockroach naps and rattling traps,
how many devils can you fit upon a match head?,
caringosity killed the Kerouac cat,
sometimes truth is stranger than fiction

in my alley around the corner,
there's a wino with feathered shoulders,
and a spirit giving head for crack and he'll never want it back,
there's a little kid and his family eating crackers like thanksgiving
and a pack of wild desperados scornful of living

the worlds is scratching at my door....

cradle for a cat, Wolfe looks back,
how many angels can you fit upon a match?
I want to know why Hemingway cracked,
sometimes truth is stranger than fiction

life is the crummiest book I ever read,
there isn't a hook, just a lot of cheap shots,
pictures to shock and characters an amateur would never dream up

[Amujan]

Der folgende Song hat fuer mich ne persoenliche Bedeutung und ich wollte ihn daher hier ma posten:

Kid Rock & Sheryl Crow
Pictures

(Kid Rock) Livin' my life in a slow hell
Different girl every night at the hotel
I aint seen the sun shine in 3 damn days
Been fuelin' up on cocaine and whisky
Wish I had a good girl to miss me
Lord I wonder if I'll ever change my ways
I put your picture away
Sat down and cried the day
I can't look at you, I'm lyin' next to her
I put your picture away, sat down and cried today
I can't look at you I'm lyin' next to her

(Sherly Crow)
I called you lastnight in the hotel
Everyone knows but they wont tell
But their half hearted smiles tell me
Somethin' just ain't right
I been waitin' on you for a long time
Fuelin' up on heartaches and cheap wine
I ain't heard from you in 3 damn nights
I put your picture away
I wonder where you been
I can't look at you while I'm lyin' next to him
I put your picture away
I wonder where you been
I can't look at you while I'm lyin' next to him
I saw ya yesterday with an old friend

(Kid Rock)
It was the same ole same "how have you been"

(Both)
Since you been gone my worlds been dark & grey

(Kid Rock) You reminded me of brighter days

(Sheryl Crow)
I hoped you were comin' home to stay
I was head of the church

(Kid Rock)
I was off to drink you away

(Both)
I thought about you for a long time
Can't seem to get you off my mind
I can't understand why we're living life this way
I found your picture today
I swear I'll change my ways
I just called to say I want you to come back home
I found your picture today
I swear I'll change my ways
I just called to say I want you to come back home
I just called to say, I love you come back home

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mit diesem Lied verbinde ich die Freundschaft zu meinem (ehemals) besten Freund:

Vonda Shepard
Neighborhood

Here's a photo I've been looking for
Here's a picture of the boy next door
And I loved him more than words can say
Never knew it 'til he moved away

Faded pictures in my scrapbook
Just thought, i'd take one more look
And recall when we were all
In the neighborhood
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Here's a photo of the neighborhood
Here's the corner, where we stood
Here's a snapshot of Dad's old car
Never got us very far

Faded pictures in my scrapbook
Just thought, i'd take one more look
And recall when we were all
In the neighborhood

And all those friends
where did they go, I don't know
All those friends we used to know
In the neighborhood

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nach all dieser Schwermut noch eines der froehlichsten Lieder die ich kenne.

Jimmy Cliff
I Can See Clearly Now

I can see clearly now the rain is gone
I can see all obstacles in my way
Gone are the dark clouds that had me down
It's gonna be a bright (bright) bright (bright) sun shiny day
It's gonna be a bright (bright) bright (bright) sun shiny day

Oh yes I can make it now, the pain is gone
All of the bad feelings have disappeared
Here is that rainbow I've been praying for
It's gonna be a bright (bright) bright (bright) sun shiny day

Look all around there's nothing but blue skies
Look straight ahead there's nothing but blue skies

I can see clearly now the rain is gone
I can see all obstacles in my way
Here is that rainbow I've been praying for
It's gonna be a bright (bright) bright (bright) sun shiny day
It's gonna be a bright (bright) bright (bright) sun shiny day

Bri-ri-ri-ri-right

Bright (bright) bright (bright) sun shiny day

Oh Yeah

It's gonna be a bright (bright) bright (bright) sun shiny day
It's gonna be a bright (bright) bright (bright) sun shiny day

Yeah dat.

It's gonna be a bright (bright) bright (bright) sun shiny day

Bri-ri-ri-ri-right

Bright (bright) bright (bright) sun shiny day

-- Amu

[Nager]

Mother Of Violence (P. Gabriel/J. Gabriel)

Walking the street with her naked feet,
So full of rhythm but I can't find the beat.
Snapping her heels, clicking her toes,
Everybody knows just where she goes.

Fear, Fear, she's the mother of Violence,
Making me tense to watch the way she breed.
Fear, she's the mother of Violence,
You know self-defense is all you need.
It's getting hard to breathe,
It's getting so hard to believe,
To believe in anything at all.

Mouth all dry, eyes bloodshot,
Data stored on a microdot.
Kicking the cloud with my moccasin shoes,
TV dinner, TV news.

Fear, Fear, she's the mother of Violence,
Don't make any sense to watch the way she breed.
Fear, she's the mother of Violence,
Making me tense to watch the way she feed.
The only way you know she's there
Is the subtle flavour in the air.
Getting hard to breathe,
Getting hard to believe in anything at all
But Fear.

[Sepia]

Zu viele Songs haben eine persönliche Bedeutung für mich. Daher poste ich lieber einen allgemein verständlichen Text.



Tool - Aenema
Some say the end is near.
Some say we'll see armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will.
I sure could use a vacation from this

Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of
Freaks

Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any fucking time. Any fucking day.
Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona bay.

Fret for your figure and
Fret for your latte and
Fret for your hairpiece and
Fret for your lawsuit and
Fret for your prozac and
Fret for your pilot and
Fret for your contract and
Fret for your car.

It's a
Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of
Freaks

Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any fucking time. Any fucking day.
Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona bay.

Some say a comet will fall from the sky.
Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves.
Followed by faultlines that cannot sit still.
Followed by millions of dumbfounded dipshits.

Some say the end is near.
Some say we'll see armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will cuz
I sure could use a vacation from this

Silly shit, stupid shit...

One great big festering neon distraction,
I've a suggestion to keep you all occupied.

Learn to swim.

Mom's gonna fix it all soon.
Mom's comin' round to put it back the way it ought to be.

Learn to swim.

Fuck L Ron Hubbard and
Fuck all his clones.
Fuck all those gun-toting
Hip gangster wannabes.

Learn to swim.

Fuck retro anything.
Fuck your tattoos.
Fuck all you junkies and
Fuck your short memory.

Learn to swim.

Fuck smiley glad-hands
With hidden agendas.
Fuck these dysfunctional,
Insecure actresses.

Learn to swim.

Cuz I'm praying for rain
And I'm praying for tidal waves
I wanna see the ground give way.
I wanna watch it all go down.
Mom please flush it all away.
I wanna watch it go right in and down.
I wanna watch it go right in.
Watch you flush it all away.

Time to bring it down again.
Don't just call me pessimist.
Try and read between the lines.

I can't imagine why you wouldn't
Welcome any change, my friend.

I wanna see it all come down.
suck it down.
flush it down.



@Deftones & A Perfect Circle:
Beides großartige Songs von großartigen Bands. Besonders Be Quiet and Drive Far Away ist ein wahres Kunstwerk. Vielleicht das Beste was die Deftones bisher gemacht haben.

[Armitage]

@ scififan: oja wundervolles lied "somebody" verbinde viele erinnerungen aber ich hör es trotzdem zurzeit andauernd.Wollte ich posten aber du bist mir zuvor gekommen

aber hier ein Lied was ich ganz toll finde:

"This Woman's Work"
The Sensual World
Written by Kate Bush

Pray God you can cope.
I stand outside this woman's work,
This woman's world.
Ooh, it's hard on the man,
Now his part is over.
Now starts the craft of the father.

I know you have a little life in you yet.
I know you have a lot of strength left.
I know you have a little life in you yet.
I know you have a lot of strength left.

I should be crying, but I just can't let it show.
I should be hoping, but I can't stop thinking

Of all the things I should've said,
That I never said.
All the things we should've done,
That we never did.
All the things I should've given,
But I didn't.

Oh, darling, make it go,
Make it go away.

Give me these moments back.
Give them back to me.
Give me that little kiss.
Give me your hand.

(I know you have a little life in you yet.
I know you have a lot of strength left.
I know you have a little life in you yet.
I know you have a lot of strength left.)

I should be crying, but I just can't let it show.
I should be hoping, but I can't stop thinking

Of all the things we should've said,
That were never said.
All the things we should've done,
That we never did.
All the things that you needed from me.
All the things that you wanted for me.
All the things that I should've given,
But I didn't.

Oh, darling, make it go away.
Just make it go away now.

@ Brain bin beeindruckt von deinem geschmack!

meine Billy Idol Lieblinge sind :

SWEET SIXTEEN

I'll do anything
For my sweet sixteen,
And I'll do anything
For little run away child

Gave my heart an engagement ring.
She took ev'rything.
Ev'rything I gave her,
Oh sweet sixteen.

Built a moon
For a rocking chair.
I never guessed it would
Rock her far from here
Oh, oh, oh, oh.

Someone's built a candy castle
For my sweet sixteen.
Someone's built a candy brain
And filled it in.

Well I'll do anything
For my sweet sixteen
Oh I'll do anything
For little runaway child

Well, memories will burn you.
Memories grow older as people can
They just get colder
Like sweet sixteen

Oh, I see it's clear
Baby, that you are
All through here
Oh, oh, oh, oh.

Someone's built a candy castle
For my sweet sixteen,
Someone's built a candy house
To house her in.
Someone's built a candy castle
For my sweet sixteen.
Someone's built a candy brain
And filled it in.

And I do anything
For my sweet sixteen
Oh, I do anything
For little run away girl.

Yeah, sad and lonely and blue.
Yeah, gettin' over you.
How, how do you think it feels
Yeah to get up in the morning, get over you.
Up in the morning, get over you.
Wipe away the tears, get over you,
get over, get over...

My sweet sixteen
Oh runaway child
Oh sweet sixteen
Little runaway girl.

Gave my heart an engagement ring
She left everything
Everything I gave her
Sweet sixteen
Built a moon
For a rocking chair,
Never guessed it would
Rock her far from here
Oh, oh, oh

Someone's built a candy castle
For my sweet sixteen.
Someone's built a candy house
To house her in.
Someone's built a candy castle
For my sweet sixteen
Someone's built a candy house
To house her in.

And I'll do anything
For my sweet sixteen
Oh, I'll do anything
For little runaway child.

Do anything
For my sweet sixteen
I'll do anything
For little runaway girl
Little runaway girl
Oh sweet sixteen
Oh sweet sixteen
Oh.

und das Lied was total meinem wesen entspricht

REBEL YELL
words and music by: Billy Idol/Steve Stevens, 1983

Last night a little dancer came dancin' to my door
Last night a little angel Came pumpin cross my floor
She said "Come on baby I got a licence for love
And if it expires pray help from above"

In the midnight hour she cried- "more, more, more"
With a rebel yell she cried- "more, more, more"
In the midniight hour babe- "more, more, more"
With a rebel yell- "more, more, more"
More, more, more.

She don't like slavery, she won't sit and beg
But when I'm tired and lonely she sees me to bed
What set you free and brought you to be me babe
What set you free I need you hear by me
Because

In the midnight hour she cried- "more, more, more"
With a rebel yell she cried- "more, more, more"
In the midniight hour babe- "more, more, more"
With a rebel yell- "more, more, more"

He lives in his own heaven
Collects it to go from the seven eleven
Well he's out all night to collect a fare
Just so long, just so long it don't mess up his hair.

I walked the ward with you, babe
A thousand miles with you
I dried your tears of pain, babe
A million times for you

I'd sell my soul for you babe
For money to burn with you
I'd give you all, and have none, babe
Just, just, justa, justa to have you here by me
Because

In the midnight hour she cried- "more, more, more"
With a rebel yell she cried- "more, more, more"
In the midniight hour babe- "more, more, more"
With a rebel yell she cried "more, more, more"
More, more, more.

Oh yeah little baby
she want more
More, more, more, more, more.

Oh yeah little baby
she want more
More, more, more, more.

[Fenryr]

Greg Graffin - Fate's cruel hand

There's a leaf in the sky and it's floating on by
A new season dawns but something is gone
There are days in the past and days waiting for me
I don't need a visionary in order to see
You can do what you want to me
'Cuz I don't have the energy
To retreat or hold ground or barely to stand
But I feel the sting from
Fate's cruel hand

Like a bond true and pure we're never quite sure
Our choice in the play as it erodes away
When you can't compete it ends with total defeat
You just let it go so nobody knows you're suffering
You can do what you want to me
'Cuz I don't have the energy
To retreat or hold ground or barely to stand
But I feel the sting from
Fate's cruel hand

When you're not looking
It takes from you

[Dr.BrainFister]

Hannes Wader

Hör auf, Mädchen

Hör auf, Mädchen, lass das, es hat keinen Zweck
Du machst dir was vor, nimm die Hände weg
Es wär dir doch gleich, läge jetzt neben dir
Ein Blecheimer oder sonst etwas hier

Wenn du mich berührst, meine Haut, mein Gesicht
Dann weiß ich, du merktest den Unterschied nicht
Und du brauchst mich doch nur ein paar Tage lang
Weil nichts Bessres da war als Übergang

Zwischen dem, den du noch nicht vergessen hast
Und dem Nächsten, zu dem du dann gehst, wenn’s dir passt
Doch ich spiele diese Rollen nicht, es fällt mir nicht ein
Für mich ist sie ein paar Nummer zu klein

Aus und vorbei, tu meinetwegen, was du willst
Ich mache das nun nicht mehr länger mit
Mir tut nur der arme Kerl schon leid, der danach
Vielleicht an meine Stelle tritt

Du brauchst einen, der nichts hört und sieht
Der blind für alles, was du mit ihm treibst
Dich mit Honig übergießt und hofft, daß du damit
An ihm kleben bleibst

Komm, Mädchen, du machst dir was vor, wenn du meinst,
daß du nur, weil ich will, daß du gehen sollst, weinst
es wär dir doch gleich, ob du bleibst oder gehst
und wenn du jetzt noch so traurig dastehst

diesmal leihe ich dir meine Schulter nicht
als Kissen für dein verheultes Gesicht
und um deine Tränen zu trocknen, mein Kind
die nie meinetwegen geflossen sind

gebe ich diesmal mein Hemd nicht mehr her
du findest ein andres, es ist gar nicht schwer
ein Hemd mit Armen und Schultern drin
die so austauschbar sind, wie ich’s für dich bin

Aus und vorbei, tu meinetwegen, was du willst
Ich mache das nun nicht mehr länger mit
Mir tut nur der arme Kerl schon leid, der danach
Vielleicht an meine Stelle tritt

Du brauchst einen, der nichts hört und sieht
Der blind für alles, was du mit ihm treibst
Dich mit Honig übergießt und hofft, daß du damit
An ihm kleben bleibst

Ich vergesse dich, Mädchen, sicher nicht gleich
Sicher werden mir manchmal die Knie noch weich
So oft ich dich treffe, es braucht etwas Zeit
Vielleicht noch ein Jahr, doch dann hock ich mich breit

Auf den Baum, der vor deinem Hause steht
Lese Zeitung und warte, bis dein Fenster aufgeht
Und dann kannst du mich rufen und Männchen baun
Und ich werde nicht mal zu dir rüberschaun

Hast du deine Schau dann beendet und
Vom Kusshändchenwerfen schon Schaum vor dem Mund
Dann lass ich mich runter von meinem Ast
Und entferne mich ruhig, ganz ohne Hast

Aus und vorbei, tu meinetwegen, was du willst
Ich mache das nun nicht mehr länger mit
Mir tut nur der arme Kerl schon leid, der danach
Vielleicht an meine Stelle tritt

Du brauchst einen, der nichts hört und sieht
Der blind für alles, was du mit ihm treibst
Dich mit Honig übergießt und hofft, daß du damit
An ihm kleben bleibst

das lied ist wohl schon über 20 jahre alt, und egal wieviel emanzipation und dergleichen begriffe mittlerweile aus unsern mündern sprudelten, wird sich an diesem verhalten vieler frauen nie etwas ändern.
aber was solls, zu diesem spiel gehören immer 2 und keiner gewinnt wirklich etwas dabei. weder der eine noch der andere investiert echte gefühle. warum man(n) trotzdem mit frauen in die kiste steigt, denen der geruch des peniswahns unüberriechbar anhaftet, muss wohl daran liegen, dass wir immer noch das bedürfnis des jägers und sammlers in uns spüren. schließlich ist in solchen fällen die beute leicht gemacht.

[Pumpkin]

Taproot - Like


You look like me
I'm sorry for you
You talk like me
I cant understand you
You think like me
You're fucking crazy
You want to be me
But that’s ok because

You remind me of me
Someway
But only the good
Cause I'm just me

Hanging by a thread for your honor
Just helps me to see inside myself
Hanging by a thread for your honor
Just helps me to see…

You act like me
Cause you're embarrassing
You talk to me
But don’t listen
You think like me
You're so damn crazy
You want to be me
But that’s ok because…

You remind me of me
Someway
But only the good
Cause I'm just me

Hanging by a thread for your honor
Just helps me to see inside myself
Hanging by a thread for your honor
Just helps me too see…

When these memories become liquid dreams just like fantasies
And like fallen leaves I guess all I need is to find my desires and set out to acquire them

You look like me
I'm sorry for you
You think like me
But that’s ok because…

Hanging by a thread for your honor
Just helps me to see inside myself
Hanging by a thread for your honor
Just helps me to see inside myself