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Iron Maiden - Paschendale


[Smith/Harris]

In a foreign field he lay
Lonely soldier, unknown grave
On his dying words he prays
Tell the world of Paschendale

Relive all that he's been through
Last communion of his soul
Rust your bullets with his tears
Let me tell you 'bout his years

Laying low in a blood filled trench
Kill tim 'til my very own death
On my face I can feel the falling rain
Never see my friends again

In the smoke, in the mud and lead
Smell the fear and the feeling of dread
Soon be time to go over the wall
Rapid fire and the end of us all

Whistles, shouts and more gun fire
Lifeless bodies hang on barbed wire
Battlefield nothing but a bloody tomb
Be reunited with my dead friends soon

Many soldiers eighteen years
Drown in mud, no more tears
Surely a war no-one can win
Killing time about to begin

Home, far away
From the war, a chance to live again
Home, far away
But the war, no chance to live again

The bodies of ours and our foes
The sea of death it overflows
In no man's land, God only knows
Into jaws of death we go

Crucified as if on a cross
Allied troops they mourn their loss
German war propaganda machine
Such before has never been seen

Swear I heard the angels cry
Pray to god no more may die
So that people know the truth
Tell the tale of Paschendale

Cruelty has a human heart
Every man does play his part
Terror of the men we kill
The human heart is hungry still

I stand my ground for the very last time
Gun is ready as I stand in line
Nervous wait for the whistle to blow
Rush of blood and over we go

Blood is falling like the rain
Its crimson cloak unveils again
The sound of guns can't hide their shame
And so we die on Paschendale

Dodging shrapnel and barbed wire
Running straight at the cannon fire
Running blind as I hold my breath
Say a prayer symphony of death

As we charge the enemy lines
A burst of fire and we go down
I choke a cry but no-one hears
Fell the blood go down my throat

Home, far away
From the war, a chance to live again
Home, far away
But the war, no chance to live again

See my spirit on the wind
Across the lines, beyond the hill
Friend and foe will meet again
Those who died at Paschendale

[Lars]

Moin!

Dave Sudbury

THE KING OF ROME
================
Charlie was a do'e-fleein' man
He said, I can't fly but my pigeons can
When I set them free it's just like part of me
Gets lifted up, up there so high on wings

His pigeon-loft was in a rented yard
That's where Charlie hid from life when life was hard
He was gentle never rough but Charlie knew his stuff
And he bred a bird to make his dreams come true

That year was a champions' race from Italy
They got out the maps, saw all that land and sea
Charlie you'll lose that bird, but Charlie never heard
In a basket the bird was sent to Rome

The day the race began a storm blew in
A thousand birds were never seen again
Charlie we told you so by now you ought to know
For folk like us not many dreams come true

But Charlie said, Come on you've got to try
A man can crawl or a man can learn to fly
When you live round here the ground is awful near
Sometimes I need a lift for victory

One Saturday I'd had a pint or two
I saw a wing flash up there in the blue
Charlie, it's the King of Rome, the King of Rome's come home
Come see him, he's perched there on your roof

Charlie called, Come down Your Majesty
I always knew you would make it back to me
A thousand miles you've flown you deserve to wear the crown
You King of Rome you've made my dream come true

(as sung by Iain MacKintosh)

Mit freundlichen Grüßen
Lars

[Dune]

Roger A. Wade - If You're Gonna Be Dumb

If you're gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough
When you get knocked down you gotta get back up
I ain't the sharpest knife in the drawer, but I know enough to know
If you're gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough

I lit my brain with rot-gut whiskey
Till my pain was chicken fried
And I had dudes with badges frisk me
Teach me how to swallow pride
I took advice no fool would take
I got some habits I can't shake
I ain't the sharpest knife in the drawer, but I know enough to know
If you're gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough

If you're gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough
When you get knocked down you gotta get back up
That's the way it is in life and love
If you're gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough

I been up and down and down and out
I've been left and right and wrong
Well, I walked the walk and I run my mouth
Been on the short end for too long
But if they gave medals for honky-tonk wars
Hell, I'd keep mine in my chest-of-drawers
With my IRS bills and divorce papers and all that stuff
If you're gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough

If you're gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough
When you get knocked down you gotta get back up
I ain't the sharpest knife in the drawer, but I know enough to know
If you're gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough
If you're gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough

[Pumpkin]

Type o Negative - Anesthesia

Like a flash of light in an endless night
Life is trapped between two black entities
'Cause when you trust someone, illusion has begun
No way to prepare, impending despair

Did one say so cruel: "Tis better to love than lose"
Ignorance is bliss - wish not knew your kiss
So many times been burned, this lesson goes unlearned
Remember desire only fuels the fire - liar

Betwixed birth and death, every breath regret
I pity the living, envy for the dead
Emotionally stunned, in defense, I'm numb
I'd rather not care than to be aware - be scared

I don't need love

Are a thousand tears worth a single smile?
When you give an inch, will they take a mile?
Longing for the past but dreading the future
If not being used, well then you're a user and a loser

World reknowned failure at both death and life
Given nothingness, purgatory blight
To run and hide, a cowardly procedure
Options exhausted, except for anesthesia - anesthesia

I don't feel anything.

[Nager]

The Flower Kings - Silent Inferno

Quarter to four & the hours keep draggin' tonight
Nothing is wrong but you feel that your life ain't quite right
All the plans you made those years ago
Looking back on that dusty road
and the fading signs all read "oblivion"

Stare at the ceiling, the wheelin' and dealin' begins
You'll give almost anything now for some real peace within
Halfway down our faces frown
knowing more but still unshure
All them missed opportunities
fading hearts and aching bookends

Quarter to 4 and there's someting odd building inside
Swimming the silence, the river is dark, warm and wide
Floating the chambers the echoes start filling your head
Finally fading until you don't know if you're dead........

Quarter to four and the thoughts keep spinning your mind
Don't dig too deep cause you may not like what you'll find
Caught between what you're expected to and what is really you
Could you have played your cards differently ?
This and more you will never know .

[Lars]

Moin!

Bob Frankie

It's So Easy To Dream
=================

It's so easy to dream of the days gone by
It's a hard thing to think of times to come
But the grace to accept every moment as a gift
Is a gift only given to some

CHORUS:
What can you do with your day but work and hope
And let your dreams bind your work to your play
What can you do with each moment of your life
But love till you've loved it away
Love till you've loved it away

There are sorrows enough for the whole world's end
And there are no guarantees but the grave
But the life that I live and the time that I spend
Are treasures too precious to save

CHORUS

So kurz ... und so wahr.


Mit freundlichen Grüßen
Lars

[Gilgamesh]

Na, dann will ich auch mal.
Für Muke und mich ein etwas älteres Lied......

Von Blue Oyster Cult

Veteran of the Psychic Wars

You see me now a veteran of a thousand psychic wars. I've been livin on the edge so long where the winds of limbo roar. And i'm young enough to look at and far too old to see. All the scars are on the inside. I'm not sure there's anything left of me. Don't let these shakes go on. It's time we had a break from it. It's time we had some leave. We've been livin in the flames. We've been eatin up our brains. Oh please, don't let these shakes go on.

You ask me why i'm weary, why i can't speak to you. You blame me for my silence, say it's time i changed and grew. But the war's still goin on dear and there's no end that i know. And i can't say if we're ever. I can't say if we're ever gonna be free. Don't let these shakes go on. It's time we had a break from it. It's time we had some leave. We've been livin in the flames. We've been eatin up our brains. Oh please, don't let these shakes go on.

You see me now a veteran of a thousand psychic wars. My energy is spent at last and my armor is destroyed. I have used up all my weapons and i'm helpless and bereaved. Wounds are all i'm made of. Did i hear you say that this is victory?! Don't let these shakes go on. It's time we had a break from it. Send me to the rear. Where the tides of madness swell. And it's slidin into Hell. Oh please, don't let these shakes go on.

[Lars]

Moin!

Pete Morton

Another Train
=============

The beginning is now and will always be
You say you lost your chance, then fate brought you defeat
But that means nothing, you look so sad
You've been listening to those who say you missed your chance

CHORUS:
There's another train, there always is
Maybe the next one is yours
Get up and climb aboard another train


You may feel you're done, but there's no such thing
For though you're standing on your own, your own breath is king
The beginning is now, don't turn around
For regrets of bad mistakes, they will only drain you

CHORUS


We crawl in the dark sometimes, we think too much
We fill our heads with the craziest things that only break our hearts
I know you've seen what this earth can do
When it's dragging down another load of worrisome fools

CHORUS


I know it's hard, we can feel confused
We can crown ourselves with it all 'til we feel we cannot move
Building worlds that don't exist
Imagination sometimes plays the worst tricks

CHORUS:
There's another train, there always is
Maybe the next one is yours
Get up and climb aboard
There's another train, there always is
Maybe the next one is yours
Get up and climb aboard another train

Jetzt muss mir nur noch jemand sagen, wann mein nächster Zug fährt ...


Mit freundlichen Grüßen
Lars

P.S.:
Wenn diese Sammlung so weiter geht, wird es dann ein SF-Community-Songbook geben?
Es wundert mich ein wenig, das es in diesem Thread so still ist. Mit still meine ich dabei, daß keiner die Postings eines anderen kommentiert - meine Wenigkeit miteingeschlossen. Sind Kommentare unerwünscht oder zu schwierig? Will man keinem zu nahe treten? Haben die Texte allein nicht die Wirkung, die sie mit Musik hätten? Oder ist das Sammeln von Texten der einzige Sinn dieses Threads?

[Dr.BrainFister]

Sandmann,

Lieber Sandmann!




Sandmann,
lieber Sandmann
es ist noch nicht noch nicht so weit!
Wir senden erst den Abendgruß,
eh' jedes Kind ins Bettchen muß,
du hast gewiß noch Zeit.

Sandmann,
lieber Sandmann
hab nur nicht solche Eil!
Dem Abendgruß vom Fernsehfunk
lauscht jeden Abend alt und jung,
sei unser Gast derweil.

Text: Krumbach
Musik: Richter


geschmacksvielfalt schicken wir ins ghetto....
gute nacht, individuelle urteilsfreiheit!
da geh ich doch lieber schäfchen zählen-
-solange ich noch darf.

[Lars]

Moin!

Harry Chapin

Flowers Are Red
================
A little boy went first day to school, he got his crayons and he started to draw
He put colours all over the paper because colours were what he saw
And the teacher said, What're you doing, young man? I' m painting flowers, he said
She said, It's not the time for art, young man, and anyway, flowers are green and red
There's a time for everything, young man, and a way things should be done
You've got to show concern for everyone else because you're not the only one
And she said

Flowers are red, young man, green leaves are green
There's no need to see flowers any other way
Than the way they always have been seen

But the little boy said

There are so many colours in the rainbow
So many colours in the morning sun
So many colours in the flowers
And I see every one

The teacher said, You're a naughty boy, there are ways things should be
And you'll paint flowers the way they are, so repeat this after me
And she said

Flowers are red, young man, green leaves are green
There's no need to see flowers any other way
Than the way they always have been seen

But the little boy said

There are so many colours in the rainbow
So many colours in the morning sun
So many colours in the flowers
And I see every one

So the teacher put him in a corner, she said, It's for your own good
And you don't come out until you get it right and you're responding like you should
Finally he got lonely and frightened thoughts filled his head
So he went to the teacher, and this is what he said

Flowers are red, green leaves are green
There's no need to see flowers any other way
Than the way they always have been seen

But time went by like it always does, they moved to another town
And the little boy went to another school, this was what he found
He found the teacher there was smiling, she said, Painting should be fun
And there are so many colours in the flowers, so let's paint every one
But the little boy painted flowers in neat rows of green and red
And when the teacher asked him why, this is what he said

Flowers are red, green leaves are green
There's no need to see flowers any other way
Than the way they always have been seen

(as sung by Iain MacKintosh)

Und ganz nebenbei:

Originally posted by Dr.BrainFister@30.10.2003, 02:13
geschmacksvielfalt schicken wir ins ghetto....
gute nacht, individuelle urteilsfreiheit!
da geh ich doch lieber schäfchen zählen-
-solange ich noch darf.

Hat das irgendeinen Bezug zu irgendeinem Beitrag in diesem Thread, Dottore?


Mit freundlichen Grüßen
Lars

[Lars]

Moin!

Pete Townshend

Behind Blue Eyes
==============

No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes

No one knows what it's like
To be hated
To be fated
To telling only lies

But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be

I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free

No one knows what it's like
To feel these feelings
Like I do
And I blame you

No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through

But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be

I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free

When my fist clenches, crack it open
Before I use it and lose my cool
When I smile, tell me some bad news
Before I laugh and act like a fool

If I swallow anything evil
Put your finger down my throat
If I shiver, please give me a blanket
Keep me warm, let me wear your coat

No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes

Irgendjemand erwähnte im Zusammenhang mit mit der Serie "John Doe" dieses Lied ... hier ist der Text.


Mit freundlichen Grüßen
Lars

[Zeratul]

2 meiner absoluten All-Time-Favourites:

New End Original - Lukewarm

People always tell me how happy I could be,
I'm never gonna find out.
A house in the burbs and a bitchin' SUV is how I'm never gonna wind up.
I didn't know Lennon or King or Kennedy,
but i know one thing, you gotta know yr enemies.
People always tell me how happy I could be,
I'm never gonna find out.
I'm never gonna find out.

Better to suffer it than live under it.
I'm never gonna be just fine, no way.
I'm never gonna be that guy,
I'm never gonna be just fine,
but there are times i need you to remind me.
I'm never gonna be that guy.
I'm never gonna be just fine.
I never wann say that my best days are behind me.
I never want to be lukewarm again.

If being frightened means that I'll always be aware,
I'm always gonna be scared.
Everybody's got a way of working out the world,
like E is M and C squared
There's Budda and Hohammed and JC and all them,
and I'm ivri (Baruch ata HaShem).
Everybody's got a way of working out the world,
I'm never gonna find out.
I'm never gonna find out.

Better to suffer it than to live under it.
I'm never gonna be just fine, no way.
I'm never gonna be that guy,
I'm never gonna be just fine,
but there are times I need you to remind me,
I'm never gonna be that guy
I'm never gonna be just fine.
I never wanna say my best days are behind me.
I never wanna be lukewarm again

there is a summer, its all the time, for every one of us.
there is a summer, its all the time, for every one of us.
there is a summer, its all the time, for every one of us.
there is a summer, its all the time, for every one of us.

I'm never gonna be that guy,
I'm never gonna be just fine,
but there are times I need you to remind me,
I'm never gonna be that guy
I'm never gonna be just fine.
I never wanna say my best days are behind me.
I never wanna say my best days are behind me.
I never wanna say my best days are behind me.
I never wanna be lukewarm again

New End Original - Hostage

Falling up a flight of stairs.
What went wrong where?
There's a room around a man
His eyes are gleaming,
His arms around me.
One hand in my hair,
The other on a gun,
And you look scared.

"Back off or someone'll die,
Back off or someone'll die,
Back off or someone'll die,
Back off or someone'll die"

He has me by the hair
He drags me down the hall
I'm falling up a flight of stairs

You never run away
Oh to be you
You never run away
Oh to be you
"Back off or someone'll die,
Back off or someone'll die"

He's a pretty little girl
He's my father
One way or another
He'll get heard
And talking him down is like making it rain
And oh I'm dry
When all I've got is hurt or hurtful
I don't feel like sharing
It doesn't mean that I don't care

You never run away
Oh to be you
You never run away
Oh to be you

Oh i can run away,
I run away real good.
Maybe I should have when I had the strength
A winner never stuck with anything he couldn't do
What is my way to heaven?
...To Heaven
...To Heaven?
...To Heaven?
...To Heaven, to Heaven, to Heaven, to Heaven?

You never run away
Oh to be you
You never run away
Oh to be--
"Back off or someone'll die"
You never run away
"Back off or someone'll die"
Oh, to be you.

Die sind so cool. Schade, dass die Band zerbrochen ist und nur eine Platte geschaffen hat. *in Trauer Lieder sing*

[Dr.BrainFister]

PETER, SUE & MARC:
CINDY

Hörst du das Lied, ein verlorener Traum,
damals warst du ein Kind, du erinnerst dich kaum,
oh Cindy.

Denk an die Zeit, an das alte Klavier,
es ist lange verstaubt, doch es träumt noch von dir,
oh Cindy.

Mama steht in deinem Zimmer,
und deine Puppe sitzt noch immer,
wo du spieltest all die Jahre,
Cindy.

Und sie schaut mir traurigen Augen,
so als würd´ sie´s niemals glauben,
daß ihre Zeit mir dir vorüber ist.


Rock´n´Roll hat deinem Leben
einen neuen Sinn gegeben,
du gehst deine eig'nen Wege,
Cindy.

Und die alten Kinderlieder,
sie erklingen nie mehr wieder,
denn die Kinderträume sind vorbei.


Die Jahre vergehn, du hast selber ein Kind,
das so aussieht wie du, doch die Zeit sie verrinnt,
oh Cindy.

Sieh sie dir an, und dann weißt du genau,
aus dem Mädchen vor dir wird bald eine Frau,
oh Cindy.

Dann stehst du in ihrem Zimmer,
und ihre Puppe sitzt noch immer,
wo sie spielte all die Jahre,
Cindy.

Und du schaust mit traurigen Augen,
so als würdst du´s niemals glauben,
daß deine Zeit mit ihr vorüber ist.


Rock´n´Roll...


Rock´n´Roll...


Rock´n´Roll...


Rock´n´Roll...

habdas lied bisher nur einmal auf wdr 4 gehört, fand es zuerst so wie die meisten wohl derartige deutsche schlagertexte finden -ein bisschen naiv, ein bisschen kitschig, sehr deutsch... nur wenn ich mir denke, wie schrottig viele ami-texte übersetzt klingen, ist dieser noch harmlos. irgendwie ging mir das lied nicht mehr aus dem kopf. besonders das kraftvoll herausgesungene, ja fast hymnenhafte "rock´n´roll hat deinem leben einen neuen sinn gegeben..." jagt mir selbst gerade eben von ohr zu ohr. die schlagerfuzzies der 60er und 70er hatten wirklich ein unnachahmliches talent. ich frage mich, wie es möglich ist, dass dieses talent, eingängige, doch trotzdem nicht unschlaue melodien zu schreiben, kaum noch in der aktuellen populären musiklandschaft zu entdecken ist.

oh cindyyyyyyyyyy........
lalalalalalallalaaaaaaaaa... ROCK`N`ROLL!!!!!!


so nebenbei:
@lars
diese anspielung bezog sich auf ein intern besprochenes problem. also eine diskussion zwischen moderatoren und admins im intern-forum.
dort schien es mir zu jenem zeitpunkt wie ein grausiges deja vu, als meinen erkennens nach ghettomaster mal wieder zeigte, dass er am liebsten außerdem der meinungsmaster, der geschmacksmaster, der regelmaster, der niveaumaster, der... na du weißt schon ... wäre.
da mir soviel "master & servant"-spielchen auf dauer wehtun, war es nur noch der abendgruß, der mir dem ganzen einen so´n bisschen ironischen trost beisteuern konnte.

[Lars]

Moin!

Mike Waterson

A Stitch In Time
===============

Oh there was a woman and she lived on her own
She slaved on her own and she skivvied on her own
She'd two little girls and two little boys
And she lived all alone with her husband

For her husband he was a hunk of a man
A chunk of a man and a drunk of a man
He was a hunk of a drunk and skunk of a man
Such a boozing bruising husband

For he would come home drunk each night
He thrashed her black and he thrashed her white
He thrashed her too within an inch of her life
Then he slept like a log did her husband

One night she gathered her tears all round her shame
She thought of the bruising and cried with the pain
``Oh you'll not do that ever again
I won't live with a drunken husband''

But as he lay and snored in bed
A strange old thought came into her head
She went for the needle, went for the thread
And went straight in to her sleeping husband

And she started to stitch with a girlish thrill
With a woman's heart and a seamstress' skill
She bibbed and tucked with an iron will
All around her sleeping husband

Oh the top sheet, the bottom sheet too
The blanket stitched to the mattress through
She stitched and stitched for the whole night through
Then she waited the dawn and her husband

And when her husband awoke with a pain in his head
He found that he could not move in bed
``Sweet Christ, I've lost the use of me legs''
But this wife just smiled at her husband

For in her hand she held the frying pan
With a flutter in her heart she given him a lam
He could not move but he cried ``God damn''
``Don't you swear,'' she cries to her husband

And then she thrashed him black, she thrashed him blue
With the frying pan and the colander too
With the rolling pin, just a stroke or two
Such a battered and bleeding husband

And she says, ``If you ever come home drunk any more
I'll stitch you in I'll thrash you more
Then I'll pack my bag and I'll be out the door
I'll not live with a drunken husband''

Oh isn't it true what small can do
With a thread and a thought and a stitch or two
He's wiped his slate and his boozings through
It's goodbye to a drunken husband

Jo Freya, von der ich das Lied kenne, wartet während des Konzerts immer so lange, bis die Damen im Publikum sich Stift und Papier zurechtgelegt haben ...

@Dr.BrainFister
Ach sooo ...


Mit freundlichen Grüßen
Lars

[Dr.BrainFister]

Leonard Cohen
"Death of a Ladies' Man"


Ah the man she wanted all her life was hanging by a thread

"I never even knew how much I wanted you," she said.

His muscles they were numbered and his style was obsolete.

"O baby, I have come too late." She knelt beside his feet.

"I'll never see a face like yours in years of men to come

I'll never see such arms again in wrestling or in love."

And all his virtues burning in the smoky Holocaust

She took unto herself most everything her lover lost

Now the master of this landscape he was standing at the view

with a sparrow of St. Francis that he was preaching to

She beckoned to the sentry of his high religious mood

She said, "I'll make a place between my legs,

I'll show you solitude."


He offered her an orgy in a many mirrored room

He promised her protection for the issue of her womb

She moved her body hard against a sharpened metal spoon

She stopped the bloody rituals of passage to the moon


She took his much admired oriental frame of mind

and the heart-of-darkness alibi his money hides behind

She took his blonde madonna and his monastery wine --

"This mental space is occupied and everything is mine."


He tried to make a final stand beside the railway track

She said, "The art of longing's over and it's never coming back."

She took his tavern parliament, his cap, his cocky dance,

she mocked his female fashions and his working-class moustache.


The last time that I saw him he was trying hard to get

a woman's education but he's not a woman yet

And the last time that I saw her she was living with some boy

who gives her soul an empty room and gives her body joy.


So the great affair is over but whoever would have guessed

it would leave us all so vacant and so deeply unimpressed

It's like our visit to the moon or to that other star

I guess you go for nothing if you really want to go that far.


It's like our visit to the moon or to that other star

I guess you go for nothing if you really want to go that far.


It's like our visit to the moon or to that other star

I guess you go for nothing if you really want to go that far.

tja, so kanns gehn mit den "ladies"...
wow, wie zeitlos diese musik ist. wird mir einfach nicht öde. die texte dazu zu lesen machts noch intensiver.

wer mehr derartig hinreißender kopfblüten beschauen möchte, kann HiER so gut wie alle texte cohens finden. einfach auf die album-cover klicken...

[mukenukem]

Beth Hart- Leave a Light On

I seen myself with a dirty face,
I cut my luck with a dirty ace
I leave the light on
I went from zero to minus ten
I drank your wine then
I stole your man
I leave the light on,
I leave that light on.

Daddy ain't that bad he just plays rough
I ain't that scarred when I'm covered up
I leave the light on
Little girl hiding underneath the bed was it something I did
Must be something I said
I leave the light on, better leave the light on.

I wanna love
I wanna live
I don't know much about it
I never did 17 and I'm all messed up inside
I cut myself just to feel alive
I leave the light on 21 on the run
on the run on the run from myself

From myself and everyone
I leave the light on, I leave the light on
Better leave the light on.

Cause I wanna love
I wanna live
I don't know much about it
I never did,
I don't know what to do, can the damage be undone
I swore to God that I'd never be what I've become
Lucky stars and fairy tales
I'm gonna bathe myself in a wishin' well
Pretty scars from cigarettes
I never will forget, I never will forget
I'm still afraid to be alone
wish that moon would follow me home
I leave the light on
I ain't that bad I'm just messed up
I ain't that sad but I'm sad enough
God bless the child with the dirty face who cuts her luck with a dirty ace
She leaves the light on, I leave that light on

[Nager]

King Crimson - Peace - An End

Peace is a word
Of the sea and the wind.
Peace is a bird who sings
As you smile.
Peace is the love
Of a foe as a friend;
Peace is the love you bring
To a child

Searching for me
You look everywhere,
Except beside you.
Searching for you
You look everywhere,
But not inside you.

Peace is a stream
From the heart of a man;
Peace is a man, whose breath
Is the dawn.
Peace is a dawn
On a day without end;
Peace is the end, like death
Of the war.

[CharNode]

Na den hier hab ich noch gar nich gesehen bis jetzt. Auf die Gefahr hin, dass einer schon mal hier reingesetzt wurde (ich hab nich alle durchgesehen).

Anouk - Time is a Jailer

No one can hear me, 'cause no one is around
But I still hear your whisper in the dark
I know I can go, I know I can leave when ever I please
But time is a jailer for me
A face in the window, looking inside
But no one else sees it, I know
And now that you've found that the years have changed
What the ending will be
Time's just a jailer for me

I shut out the light
Alone in the dark
This time of night
Is the hardest part
I still hear the sound of your heels on the floor
I wait for the sound of your key in the door
But it's only the sound of nothing at all and so it must be
That time is a jailer for me
Time's just a jailer for me

Therapy? - A Moment of Clarity

I thought of you tonight In simple twists and turns
Incarcerated here I'm handcuffed to your world
Your innocence is cruel Coquettish and arcane
But I need it all the same

I thought of you tonight In silent seething heat
Through charred and damned desire Dark Eros wounding me
Your innocence is cruel And you ass like Jesus feet
Worth kissing
Worth kissing Give yourself to me I share your need
Give yourself to me and come to me
Give yourself to me I share your need
Give yourself to me I share your need

I thought of you tonight Through blank and starving eyes
In this one moment of clarity Blink the darkness in my eyes
Your lips like bruised vulva Your ass like Jesus feet
Worth kissing Give yourself to me

I thought of you tonight In silent seething heat
Through charred and damned desire Dark Eros killing me
Your lips like bruised vulva Your ass like jesus feet
Worth kissing
Worth kissing
Give yourself to me I share your need
Give

[CharNode]

Bang Gang - Inside

How can someone feel like we did out there
Have you lost the dream that was in our hands
Is it okey now

How can someone feel like we did out there
Have you lost the dream that was in our hands
Is it okey now

Find me
Inside every heartbeat
Inside every worry
Keep me in your heart again

Find me
Inside every heartbeat (over the hills again)
Inside every worry
Inside your heart

How can someone feel like we did out there
Have you lost the dream that was in our hands
Is it okey now

Find me
Inside every heartbeat
Inside every worry
Keep me in your heart again

Find me
Inside every heartbeat (over the hills again)
Inside every worry
Inside your heart

You ran away
And i could not stay
Is it your time
Or is it mine
Is it our time

Find me
Inside every heartbeat
Inside every worry
Keep me in your heart again

Find me
Inside every heartbeat (over the hills again)
Inside every worry
Inside your heart

[Dalin]

Field Of Innocence- evanescence


I still remember the world
From the eyes of a child
Slowly those feelings
Were clouded by what I know now

Where has my heart gone
An uneven trade for the real world
I want to go back to
Believing in everything and knowing nothing at all

I still remember the sun
Always warm on my back
Somehow it seems colder now

Where has my heart gone
Trapped in the eyes of a stranger
I want to go back to
Believing in everything