Liedtexte

[cronos]

Ein Song der mir schon seit einigen Tagen nicht mehr aus dem Kopf geht...


Lacrimosa - Stolzes Herz

Zu fühlen um zu spühren
Meine Sinne
Meine Seele
Mein Gewissen
Und mein Herz
Am Abgrund meines Lebens
Am Ende meiner Selbst
Gebrechlich tief im Innern
Und schwach nach aussen hin
Ist es schlecht ?
Und was ist gut
Ist es krank ?
Und was heisst leben ?
Nein !
Es ist nur ehrlich - menschlich
Und verflucht -
Ist doch nur die Wahrheit
Im Auge der Gemeinheit
Der Allgemeinheit
Schlicht verwerflich - transparent
Doch ist es tiefer, stärker und viel mehr
So ist der Mensch
Nur auf der Suche
Nach der Stärke
Nach der Lüge - blindem Wahn
Und der Oberflächlichkeit
Mit blutverschmierten Händen
Mit einer Träne im Gesicht
Einem Lächeln auf dem Lippen
Und der Hoffnung tief im Blick
Aufzustehen auch aus dem Dreck
Tief beschmutzt und stolz im Herz
Dem Leben neu erwacht
Und erwacht ganz neu im Leben
Sind meine Hände blind und stumm ?
Sind meine Augen alt und schwach ?
Ist mein Herz dem Blut erlegen ?
Und bei allem doch nur ehrlich
Bin ich Mensch ?
Bin ich Schmerz ?
Bin ich die Träne -
Und der Kuss zugleich ?!?
Mit blutverschmierten Händen
Mit einer Träne im Gesicht
Einem Lächeln auf dem Lippen
Und der Hoffnung tief im Blick
Aufzustehen auch aus dem Dreck
Tief beschmutzt und stolz im Herz
Dem Leben neu erwacht
Und erwacht ganz neu im Leben

[Nager]

Peter Gabriel - Darkness

i?m scared of swimming in the sea
dark shapes moving under me
every fear i swallow makes me small
inconsequential things occur
alarms are triggered
memories stir

it?s not the way it has to be

i?m afraid of what i do not know
i hate being undermined
i?m afraid i can be devil man
and i?m scared to be divine
don?t mess with me my fuse is short
beneath this skin these fragments caught

when i allow it to be
there?s no control over me
i have my fears
but they do not have me

walking through the undergrowth, to the house in the woods
the deeper I go, the darker it gets
i peer through the window
knock at the door
and the monster i was
so afraid of
lies curled up on the floor
is curled up on the floor just like a baby boy

i cry until i laugh

i?m afraid of being mothered
with my balls shut in the pen
i?m afraid of loving women
and i?m scared of loving men
flashbacks coming in every night
don?t tell me everything?s alright

when I allow it to be
it has no control over me
i own my fear
so it doesn?t own me

walking through the undergrowth, to the house in the woods
the deeper i go, the darker it gets
i peer through the window
knock at the door
and the monster i was
so afraid of
lies curled up on the floor
is curled up on the floor just like a baby boy

i cry until i laugh

[BLOODTHIRST]

Gary Jules, Mad World

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very mad world mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me

And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very mad world ... world
Enlarge your world
Mad world

[Nager]

Porcupine Tree - The Sound Of Muzak

Hear the sound of music
Drifting in the aisles
Elevator prozac
Stretching on for miles

The music of the future
Will not entertain
It's only meant to repress
And neutralise your brain

Soul gets squeezed out
Edges get blunt
Demographic
Gives what you want

Now the sound of music
Comes in silver pills
Engineered to suit you
Building cheaper thrills

The music of rebellion
Makes you wanna rage
But it's made by millionaires
Who are nearly twice your age

One of the wonders of the world is going down
It's going down I know
It's one of the blunders of the world that no-one cares
No-one cares enough

[Dr.BrainFister]

Grandmaster Flash & The Furious Five
"The Message"

Broken glass everywhere
People pissing on the stairs, you know they just
Don´t care
I can´t take the smell, I can´t take the noise
Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice
Rats in the front room, roaches in the back
Junkie´s in the alley with a baseball bat
I tried to get away, but I couldn´t get far
Cause the man with the tow-truck repossessed my car

Chorus:
Don´t push me, cause I´m close to the edge
I´m trying not to loose my head
It´s like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under

Standing on the front stoop, hangin` out the window
Watching all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes
Blow
Crazy lady, livin` in a bag
Eating out of garbage piles, used to be a fag-hag
Search and test a tango, skips the life and then go
To search a prince to see the last of senses
Down at the peepshow, watching all the creeps
So she can tell the stories to the girls back home
She went to the city and got so so so ditty
She had to get a pimp, she couldn`t make it on her
Own

Chorus:
It`s like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from goin` under

My brother`s doing fast on my mother`s t.v.
Says she watches to much, is just not healthy
All my children in the daytime, dallas at night
Can`t even see the game or the sugar ray fight
Bill collectors they ring my phone
And scare my wife when I`m not home
Got a bum education, double-digit inflation
Can`t take the train to the job, there`s a strike
At the station
Me on king kong standin` on my back
Can`t stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac
Midrange, migraine, cancered membrane
Sometimes I think I`m going insane, I swear I might
Hijack a plane!

Chorus:
...

My son said daddy I don`t wanna go to school
Cause the teacher`s a jerk, he must think I?m a
Fool
And all the kids smoke reefer, I think it`d be
Cheaper
If I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper
I dance to the beat, shuffle my feet
Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps
Cause it`s all about money, ain`t a damn thing
Funny
You got to have a con in this land of milk and
Honey
They push that girl in front of a train
Took her to a doctor, sowed the arm on again
Stabbed that man, right in his heart
Gave him a transplant before a brand new start
I can`t walk through the park, cause it`s crazy
After the dark
Keep my hand on the gun, cause they got me on the
Run
I feel like an outlaw, broke my last fast jaw
Hear them say you want some more, livin` on a
Seesaw

Chorus:
...

A child was born, with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
God is smiling on you but he`s frowning too
Cause only God knows what you go through
You grow in the ghetto, living second rate
And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate
The places you play and where you stay
Looks like one great big alley way
You`ll admire all the number book takers
Thugs, pimps, pushers and the big money makers
Driving big cars, spending twenties and tens
And you wanna grow up to be just like them
Smugglers, scrambles, burglars, gamblers
Pickpockets, peddlers and even pan-handlers
You say I`m cool, I`m no fool
But then you wind up dropping out of high school
Now you`re unemployed, all null `n` void
Walking around like you`re pretty boy floyd
Turned stickup kid, look what you done did
Got send up for a eight year bid
Now your man is took and you`re a may tag
Spend the next two years as an undercover fag
Being used and abused, and served like hell
Till one day you was find hung dead in a cell
It was plain to see that your life was lost
You was cold and your body swung back and forth
But now your eyes sing the sad sad song
Of how you lived so fast and died so young

Chorus:
...

nach wie vor aktuelle sozial-lyrik feinstens produziert auf ´nem guten alten moog-synthie -dem klassiker der elektromusik.
wer seine message so rüberbringt, hat bei mir längst gewonnen.

[CharNode]

(hed) PE - Carnivale

Know your enemies well
They enter your life
Disguised as your friends
Know your enemies well
They’re in the next room
Waiting for you to fall asleep

[chorus]

Why?
I don’t know how you can live such a….
Lie….
To yourself, now I know who you are
Why?
I can forgive, but I’ll never forget
How you put a price on my head!

So little I can say
And less that I can do

To make you understand
These things you put me through
There’s got to be a better way!
There’s got to be a better way!
[/chorus]

They’re trying to silence my voice
They’re feeling uncomfortable hearing my words
They wish I would shut the fuck up
Exposing the enemy

Truth always comes at a price

[chorus]

Know your enemies well
Trust nothing and no one
Cuz, everything sucks

Know your enemies well
Don’t sleep for a minute
Cuz, that’s when you’re fucked

[chorus]

There’s got to be a better way!…

[Sepia]

Ein paar Auszüge aus LIFTED Or The Story Is In The Soil Keep Your Ear To The Ground von den Bright Eyes. Ich hoffe das ist nicht zu lang oder so, der Herr Conor Oberst kann sich scheinbar nicht kürzer fassen.

Bowl Of Oranges

The rain, it started tapping on the window near my bed. There was a loophole in my dreaming, so I got out of it. And to my surprise my eyes were wide and already open. Just my nightstand and my dresser where those nightmares had just been.
So I dressed myself and left then, out into the gray streets. But everything seemed different and completely new to me. The sky, the trees, houses, buildings, even my own body. And each person I encountered, I couldn't wait to meet.
I came up a doctor who appeared in quite poor health. I said "(I am terribly sorry but) there is nothing I can do for you (that) you can't do for yourself."
He said "Oh yes you can. Just hold my hand. I think that would help."
So I sat with him a while and then I asked him how he felt.
He said, "I think I'm cured. No, in fact, I'm sure of it. Thank you Stranger, for your therapeutic smile."
So that is how I learned the lesson that everyone is alone. And your eyes must do some raining if you are ever going to grow. But when crying don't help and you can't compose yourself. It is best to compose a poem, an honest longing or simple song of hope.
That is why I'm singing... Baby don't worry cause now I got your back. And every time you feel like crying, I'm gonna try and make you laugh. And if I can't, if it just hurts too bad, then we will wait for it to pass and I will keep you company through those days so long and black.
And we'll just keep working on the problem we know we'll never solve of Love's uneven remainder. But if the world could remain in a frame like a painting on a wall. Then I think we would see the beauty. Then we would stand staring in awe at our still lives posed like a bowl of oranges,
like a story told by the fault lines and the soil.



Nothing Gets Crossed Out

The future has got me worried, such awful thoughts. My head is a carousel of pictures. The spinning never stops. I just want someone to walk in front and I'll follow the leader. Like when I fell under the weight of a schoolboy crush. I started carrying her books and doing lots of drugs. I almost forgot who I was, but came to my senses. Now I try to be assertive. I'm making plans. I want to rise to the occasion, yeah, meet all of their demands. But all I do is just lay in bed and hide under the covers. I know I should be brave but I'm just afraid of all this change.
It's hard to focus through all this doubt. I keep making "To Do" lists but nothing ever gets crossed out. Even working on the record seems pointless now. When the world ends, who's gonna hear it? But I try and take some comfort in written words, yeah Tim I heard your album and it's better than good. When you get off tour I think we should hang and black out together. Because I've been feeling sentimental for days gone by...all those summers singing, drinking, laughing, wasting out time. Remember all those songs and the way we smiled in those basements made of music. But now I've got to crawl to get anywhere at all. I'm not as strong as I thought.
So when I'm lost in a crows, I hope that you'll pick me out. Oh, how I long to be found. The grass grew high. I laid down. Now, wait for a hand to lift me up, help me stand. I have been laying so low don't want to lay here no more. I But if everything that happens is supposed to be and it is predetermined, you can't change your destiny. Then I guess I'll just keep moving and someday, maybe, I'll get to where I'm going.



Let's Not Shit Ourselves (To Love And Be Loved)

The animals laugh from the dark of the wilderness. A baby cried hard in an apartment complex, as I pass a car buried under the influence. The city is driving me out of my mind.
I have seen a child is caught in the sad trap of gravity. He falls from the lowest branch of the apple tree and lands in the grass and weeps for his dignity.
Next time he will not aim so high. Yeah, next time, neither will I.
A mother takes loans out, sends her kids off to colleges. Her family is reduced to names on a shopping list.
Meanwhile, a coroner kneels beneath a great, wooden crucifix.
He know that there are worse things than being alone.
I have learned to retreat at the first sign of danger. I mean, why wait around, if it's just to surrender? Ambition, I have found, can only lead to failure.
I do not read the reviews. No, I am not singing for you.
I stood dropping a coin into the pit of a well. And I would throw my whole billfold if I thought it would help. With all these wishes I make, I should by something great, at least a telephone call home.
My teachers, they built the retaining wall memory, all those multiple choices I answered so quickly. And I got my grades back and forgot just as easily, but as least I got an A.
So I don't have them to blame.
I should stop pointing fingers; reserve my judgment of all those public action figures, the cowboy president. So loud behind the bullhorn so proud they can't admit when they have made a mistake.
While poison ink spews from a speechwriter's pen, he knows that he doesn't have to say it, so it don't bother him. "Honesty" "Accuracy" are really just "Popular Opinion."
And the approval rating is high, so someone is going to die.
ABC, NBC, CBS: Bullshit. They give us fact or fiction? I guess an even split. And each new act of war is tonight's entertainment. We are still the pawns in their game. As they take an eye for an eye until no one can see, we must stumble blindly forward, repeating history. Well, I guess that we all fit into your slogan on the fast food marquee: Red blooded, White skinned oh and the Blues.
I got the Blues! I got the Blues! That's me! That's me!
Well, I awoke in relief. My sheets and tubes were all tangled weak from whiskey and pills, in a Chicago hospital. My father was there, in a chair, by the window, staring so far away. I tried talking, just whispered, "...so sorry...so selfish..." He stopped me and said, "Child I love you regardless and there is nothing you could do that would ever change this. I'm not angry. It happens. You just can't do it again."
So now I try to keep up, I have been exchanging my currency. While a million objects pass through my periphery. So now I am rubbing my eyes because they are starting to bother me. I have been staring too long at the screen. But where was it when I first heard the sound of humility? It came to my ears in the goddamn loveliest melody. How grateful I was then to be part of the mystery, to love and be loved. Let's just hope that is enough.

[Lars]

Moin!

SUM ERGO COGITO
==============

18. Januar 1842
(in: Deutsche Lieder aus der Schweiz)

Der Deutsche reflektiert über alles, sieht alles aus der Vogelperspektive
und ist darum nie in der Mitte der Sache. Der Deutsche
hat alles und ist nichts. (Börne, Gesammelte Werke, 1.16.)



Laßt uns unseren Geist versenken
in des Wissens tiefes Meer!
Laßt uns denken, immer denken !
Ei, das ziert den Deutschen sehr.
Und wenn man uns fragt: Wie geht´s
sagen wir: Wir denken stets.

Alles denkt bei uns zu Lande
das ist deutsche Sitt´ und Brauch;
Ja, man denkt in jedem Stande,
Schuster, Schneider, denken auch.
und wenn sie auch nichts gemacht,
sagen sie: Wir ha' n gedacht.

Denken muß der Deutsche immer,
wo er sitzt und geht und steht,
und er läßt das Denken nimmer,
wenn' s auch noch so schlecht ihm geht;
Und sein Trost, sein Glück und Heil
ist: ich denke mir mein Teil

"Du Gedankenland auf Erden,
wenn dein Denken wird zur Tat,
Ei, was kann aus Dir noch werden!
Kommt' s nur etwa nicht zu spat,
daß man fragt: Was machtet Ihr ?
Und Ihr sagt: Stets dachten wir."



DAS LIED VOM DEUTSCHEN PHILISTER
==========================

Ein sehr anschauliches Beispiel für die Aktualität der Texte
von Hoffmann von Fallersleben. Das ganze unterlegt mit einem schön treibenden
sechs-achtel Beat, der sich zu einem leicht afrikanisch anmutenden zwölf-achtel wandelt.



Der deutsche Philister, das bleibet der Mann
auf den die Regierung vertrauen noch kann
der passet zu ihren Beglückungsideen
der läßt mit sich alles gutwillig geschehn

Befohlenermaßen ist er stets bereit
zu stören, zu hemmen den Fortschritt der Zeit
zu hassen ein jegliches freies Gemüt
und alles, was lebet, was grünet und blüht

Sprich, deutsche Geschichte, bericht es der Welt
wer war doch dein größter berühmtester Held
Der Deutsche Philister, der Deutscheste Mann
der alles verdirbt was man Gutes begann

Was schön und erhaben, was wahr ist und recht
das kann er nicht leiden, das findet er schlecht
so ganz, wie er selbst ist, so kläglich, gemein
hausbacken und ledern soll alles auch sein

Solange der Philister regieret das Land
ist jeglicher Fortschritt daraus wie verbannt
denn dieses erbärmliche feige Geschlecht
das kennet nicht Ehre, nicht Tugend und Recht

Du Sklav der Gewohnheit, du Knecht der Gewalt
käme dein Simson, o käm er doch Bald
Du Deutscher Philister, du gräßlichste Qual
o holte der Teufel dich endlich einmal

Doch leider hat Beelzebub keinen Geschmack
an unsern Philistern, dem lumpigen Pack
und wollten sie selber hinein in sein Haus
so schmiß der die Kerle zum Tempel hinaus

Zwei Lieder aus der CD "Knüppel aus dem Sack" von der Gruppe GRENZGÄNGER mit Liedern von Hoffmann von Fallersleben.


Mit freundlichen Grüßen
Lars

[cronos]

Ich hoffe das ist nicht zu lang oder so, der Herr Conor Oberst kann sich scheinbar nicht kürzer fassen.

???

wo liegt das Problem, Sepia?


so, und jetzt gibts mal was richtig schön krankes zu lesen




Cafe Koma - Das große Discoinferno
Samsas Traum
Tineoidea

Eva:
Du und ich nicht aus der selben Rippe
soviel steht schon einmal fest

Gregorius:
Heute Nacht gibst du ihr,
was ihr zusteht den Rest

Alistair:
Du und sie ihr seht euch nicht sehr ähnlich,
aber man merkt irgendwie

Eva:
Das uns das selbe Feuer inne wohnt,
dass auf dem höchsten Throne thront

Alistair:
Dort hinter der Kirche seh ich schon,
zauberhaft wie ein Komentensturm

Gregorius + Alistair:
Lilith die sich durch die Masse zwängt,
die in einen schwarzen Tempel drängt

Chor der Toten Namen:
In die Disco "Cafe Koma" flüchtet Lilith
und beginnt den Tanz

Eva:
Du und ich, uns darf sie nicht entkommen nachdem
Gott sie schon entwischt

Alistair:
Vater drückte sie stets fester,
als die brave Stiefschwester

Eva:
Ob ihr glaubt, sie rieb ihren Körper vor mir an des Bastards Haut.

Gregorius:
Eva ist besessen, sie ist von der Eifersucht zerfressen

Alistair:
Unter all dem schwarzen Trauerflor,
ragt kein einziges Gesicht hervor

Gegorius:
So weiß geschminkt sehn alle Tänzer,
aus wie Frischfleisch aus dem Leichenhaus

Alistair:
Unter dem Gestalten schwarz betucht,
man vergeblich nach der einen sucht

Gregorius:
Bei dem Discolicht erkennt man nicht,
welche dieser Schlampen Lilith ist

Eva:
"Jungs lasst uns Blei sehn!"

Gregorius:
"Du willst den ganzen Laden ummähn?"

Alistair:
"Soll das ein Witz sein?"

Eva:
"Los gehn wir rein!"

Alistair:
"Aber HEY!"

Lilith:
"Ich tanze bis die Sonne aufgeht, Will mich in ihren ersten Strahlen winden
Ich tanze bis der Tag erwacht ist, denn durch den Tanz verberg ich mein Gesicht
Ich tanze bis zum Morgengrauen, die Welt um mich herum existiert nicht
Denn wenn ich mich mit den Toten tanze kann man mich in der Schattenwelt nicht finden"

Alistair + Gregorius:
Wir werden diese Schlampe finden, niemand führt uns beide hinters Licht
Von hier kann sie nicht verschwinden, das kleine schwarze Luder entkommt uns nicht
Wir werden das kleine Herz bei lebendigen Leib mit einer Flut von Schmerzen ausspülen aus dem Weib.

Alistair:
"Diese schlechte Musik macht mich ganz nervös!"

Gregorius:
"Und mich erst!"

Eva:
"Los da rüber wir verschanzen uns im Damenklo!"

Gregorius:
"Ich kann nichts sehn, verdammtes Trockeneis!"

Alistair:
"Und dieser Patchouliduft raubt mir die Luft"

Gregorius:
"Räumen wir die Teeny Gruft"

Eva:
"Also, aufgepasst! Du nimmst den Pulk auf den Emporen."

Gregorius:
"Ich freu mich auf die Blutbäche"

Alistair:
"Und ich säuber die Tanzfläche"

Eva:
"Ich selbst knall all die Pärchen ab die sich in der Lounge aussaugen."

Alistair:
"Die M16"

Gregorius:
"Meine Pumpgun"

Eva:
"Auf mein Zeichen. Achtung und!"

Gregorius:
"loooooooooooooos!"

Chor der Toten Namen:
Cafe Koma Herzen brechen, Kugeln stechen, im großen Discoinferno
Cafe Koma das Kommando merkte nicht, wie die kleine Lilith sich zur Hintertüre rausschlich
Cafe Koma Herzen brechen, Kugeln stechen, im großen Discoinferno
Cafe Koma das Kommando merkte nicht, wie die kleine Lilith sich zur Hintertüre rausschlich

Lilith:
Ich tanze bis zum Morgengrauen
Ich tanze bis zum Morgengrauen

[Nager]

Porcupine Tree - Stop Swimming

This song leaks out onto the pavement
It could be a joke, it could be a statement
The more that I fake it and pretend I don't care
The more you can read in to what isn't there

Maybe it's time to stop swimming
Maybe it's time to find out where I'm at
What I should do and where I should be
But no-one will give me a map

I'll leave now this can't continue
But I forget which door I came through
And I know what the lift can be painfully slow
So I'm happy to leave by the window

[Amujan]

Paloalto - The World Outside

Consequence is waiting for you
Can you feel it up inside?
You show how much your father's part of you
Thinking, it makes no sense
Would it really make you turn away?
Would it really change your life?

There's a world outside of you
There's a world outside of you

Feelings locked inside this corridor
Could they make you chage your mind?
Feeling hope can seem so far away
Thinking, it's hard to find
Would you really let this go to waste?
Would it really change your life?

There's a world outside of you
There's a world outside of you
Well there's a world outside of you

So come on, you want to feel it all inside
So come on, you want it all

Your gravity pulls you so far away
Thinking, how long will this last?
Nothing you take makes you feel all the best
It's too much, not enough, it's okay
You break out of this age

There's a world outside of you
There's a world outside of you
Well there's a world outside of you
There's a world outside of you
Well there's a world outside of you
There's a world outside of you

[Lars]

Als ich neulich die Berichte über die Folterungen von irakischen Gefangenen durch amerikanische Soldaten hörte, fiel mir ein anderes Lied von Hoffmann von Fallersleben ein:

NOTABENE (Hör gut zu)
==================

Ihr könnt die Welt nicht retten
mit Hals- und Hochgericht
mit des Gefangenen Ketten
hemmt Ihr sein Laster nicht

Im Arbeitshaus erwachet
nicht Fleiß und Arbeitstrieb
Das Zwang- und Zuchthaus machet
nicht tugendhaft den Dieb

Bei Brot und Wasser eilet
nicht weg die Sündenlust
und keine Bibel heilet
die frevelvolle Brust

Wollt Ihr Genesung bringen
der armen, kranken Zeit
Lernt selbst vor allen Dingen
Recht und Gerechtigkeit

Vor allem die letzte Strophe ist beachtenswert ...

[Nager]

Leben in Unsterblichkeit?

Van der Graad Generator - Still Life

Citadel reverberates to a thousand voices, now dumb:
what have we become? What have we chosen to be?
Now, all history is reduced to the syllables of our name -
nothing can ever be the same now the Immortals are here.
At the time, it seemed a reasonable course
to harness all the force of life without the threat of death,
but soon we found
that boredom and inertia are not negative,
but all the law we know
and dead are Will and words like survival.

Arrival at immunity from all age, all fear and all end....
Why do I pretend? Our essence is distilled
and all familiar taste is now drained
and though purity is maintained it leaves us sterile,
living through the millions of years,
a laugh as close as any tear....
Living, if you claim that all that entails is
breathing, eating, defecating, screwing, drinking,
spewing, sleeping, sinking ever down and down
and ultimately passing away time
which no longer has any meaning.

Take away the threat of death
and all you're left with is a round of make-believe;
marshal every sullen breath
and though you're ultimately bored by endless ecstasy
that's still the ring by which you hope to be engaged
to marry the girl who will give you forever -
that's crazy, and plainly
it simply is not enough.

What is the dullest and bluntest of pains,
such that my eyes never close without feeling it there?
What abject despair demands an end to all things of infinity?
If we have gained, how do we now meet the cost?
What have we bargained, and what have we lost?
What have we relinquished, never even knowing it was there?

What chance now of holding fast the line,
defying death and time
when everything we had is gone?
Everything we laboured for and favoured more
than earthly things reveals the hollow ring
of false hope and of false deliverance.

But now the nuptial bed is made,
the dowry has been paid;
the toothless, haggard features of Eternity
now welcome me between the sheets
to couple with her withered body - my wife.

Hers forever,
hers forever,
hers forever
in still life.

[Lars]

Eric Bogle: Never Again - Remember

I have been to hell today, I saw the devil's naked face
I felt the poison freeze my heart in that evil, evil place
I heard the ghosts cry out in warning
their voices ringing through the years
I stood beneath the barbed wire fence and wept and wept bitter tears.

I stood alone that winter's day on that barren killing ground
Inside my head the voices grew 'til my brain was bursting with the sound
They cried "Comrade, do not forget us"
And I replied "I never will"
And as my soul in anguish wept, one by one, the voices stilled.
Never, never again.

---

Europe, sixty years ago - Remember?
Depressions, millions on the dole - Remember?
In those dark, despairing times of unemployment and bread-lines
A cancer grew, fat and malign - Remember?

Its banner was a crooked cross - Remember?
Its destiny a holocaust - Remember?
Its creed was racial purity, it fed on fear and bigotry
Its touch was death and slavery - Remember?

CHORUS: It's happening again, it's happening again,
Can't you see it's happening again?

Treblinka, Auschwitz and Dachau - Remember?
David's star, a people's shroud - Remember?
No refuge and no hiding place for non-members of The Masters' Race
Whole nations enslaved and debased - Remember?

Blood and toil and sweat and tears - Remember?
The nightmare lasted six long years - Remember?
The world drowned in a bloody tide of war and death and genocide
Fifty-seven million died - Remember?

CHORUS (2x)

---

I lived in freedom all my life, never thinking much about the cost
Of those who suffered and who died so that freedom's flame should not be lost
I saw the flame in Sachsenhausen
In spite of all its burning yet
To all the ghosts who guard the flame, I promise you, I won't forget.
Never, never again.
Never, never again.

Bogle, ein australischer Singer/Songwriter schottischer Herkunft, wurde 1987 durch einen Besuch im KZ Sachsenhausen zu "Never Again" inspiriert (oder provoziert). Er nahm es zuerst einzeln auf, kombinierte es dann aber später mit einem seiner anderen Stücke, "Remember".

[Dr.BrainFister]

Johnny Cash

The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face

The first time ever I saw your face,
I thought the sun rose in your eyes.
And the moon and stars were the gifts you gave,
To the dark and the endless sky, my love.

And the first time ever I kissed your mouth,
I felt the earth move through my hands.
Like the trembling heart of a captive bird
That was there at my command.

And the first time ever I lay with you,
I felt your heart so close to mine.
And I know our joy would fill the earth,
And last till the end of time, my love.

The first time ever I saw your face.


...

[darkone]

Erstmal ein Song von System of a Down, bei dem ich noch nie den Sinn erfasst habe...


System of a Down - Jet Pilot


Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot,
One that smiled when he flew over the bay,
Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot,
One that smiled when he flew over the bay.

My horse, is a shackled old man,
His, his remorse, was that he couldn't survey,
The skies, right before,
Right before they went gray,
My horse and my remorse,
Flying over a great bay

Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot,
One that smiled when he flew over the bay,
Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot,
One that smiled when he flew over the bay.

My, source, is the source of all creation,
Her, discourse, is that we all don't survey
The skies, right before,
Right before they go gray,
My source, and my remorse,
Flying over a great bay,

Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot,
One that smiled when he flew over the bay,
Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot,
One that smiled when he flew over the bay
Where were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot,
One that smiled when he flew over the bay,
Where were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot,
One that smiled when he flew over the bay.

Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot,
One that smiled when he flew over the bay,
Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot,
One that smiled when he flew over the bay
Where were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot,
One that smiled when he flew over the bay,
Where were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot,
One that smiled when he flew over the bay.



Dann noch eines von System (das beste Lied der Welt )


System of a Down - Chop Suey


Wake up,
Grab a brush and put a little (makeup),
Grab a brush and put a little,
Hide the scars to fade away the (shakeup)
Hide the scars to fade away the,
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
Here you go create another fable

You wanted to,
Grab a brush and put a little makeup,
You wanted to,
Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup,
You wanted to,
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table,
You wanted to,

I don't think you trust,
In, my, self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die, Die,

Wake up,
Grab a brush and put a little (makeup),
Grab a brush and put a little,
Hide the scars to fade away the (shakeup)
Hide the scars to fade away the,
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
Here you go create another fable

You wanted to,
Grab a brush and put a little makeup,
You wanted to,
Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup,
You wanted to,
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table,
You wanted to,

I don't think you trust,
In, my, self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die
In my, self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die

Father, Father, Father, Father,
Father/ Into your hands/I/commend my spirit,
Father, into your hands,
Why have you forsakee,
In your thoughts forsaken me,
In your heart forsaken, me oh,

Trust in my self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die,
In my self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die.



Und dann noch ein genialer Song von Subway to Sally:



Subway to Sally - Kleid Aus Rosen

Ein gutes Mädchen lief einst fort,
verliess der Kindheit schönen Ort;
verliess die Eltern und sogar
den Mann, dem sie versprochen war.
Vor einer Haus da blieb sie stehn,
darinnen war ein Mann zu sehn
der Bilder stach in nackte Haut,
da rief das gute Mädchen laut:

Meister, Meister gib mir Rosen,
Rosen auf mein weisses Kleid,
stech die Blumen in den blossen
unberührten Mädchenleib.

'Diese Rosen kosten Blut',
sprach der Meister sanft und gut,
'enden früh dein junges Leben,
will dir lieber keine geben.'
Doch das Mädchen war vernarrt,
hat auf Knien ausgeharrt
bis er nicht mehr widerstand
und die Nadeln nahm zur Hand.

Meister, Meister gib mir Rosen ...

Und aus seinen tiefen Stichen
wuchsen Blätter, wuchsen Blüten,
wuchsen unbekannte Schmerzen
in dem jungen Mädchenherzen.
Später hat man sie gesehn,
einsam an den Wassern stehn.
Niemals hat man je erfahr´n,
welchen Preis der Meister nahm.

Meister, Meister gib mir Rosen ...

[Loser]

The man with the gun

I'm out of my senses
I'll only smile
The night I meet the man with the gun

Not that I'd be defenceless
but I don't think I'll fight
The night I meet the man with the gun

Maybe I'll say What kept you?
I knew you would come
I somehow didn't expect to
Be spared for so long

Was it a whim of fortune
Or was I hard to find
What's the routine of a man with a gun

Was it a kind of torture
Have you been out of town
What is like to a man with a gun

Maybe I'm glad to see you
It's hard to believe
but standing here beside you
is such a relief

This is gonna hurt me
I do know why you've come
but I got this feeling
that it's already been done

[Dr.BrainFister]

@ verlierer

von wem ist das?

um nicht nur doof zu fragen, hier auch 2 texte, die mir was bedeuten. haben mir damals bei meinen ersten tiefergehenden erfahrungen mit mädchen (schreib bewusst nicht "frauen") geholfen, ihre dümmlichen bzw. kranken spielchen (die mit zunehmendem alter zum glück weniger wurden)besser zu ertragen. außerdem ist es schlicht geniale, geile musik:

Your Lies Become You
by Monster Magnet

Album : Powertrip


How did I get here without you?
It's a miracle we're all sane
You're kinda like sucking a vacuum
Or booking a flight on a doomed plane

Well you claimed you could read the future
And I'd say that you've nailed that down**

Still want everyone to love you
Well here's the tip of my hat to your big brain
Do you really believe they can't see through
A circus punk playing a foul game

Let me cast you in light that's natural
And with me you can strike that pose, yeah
And you melt for the camera
'Cause your lies become you
Yes your lies become you
Yes your lies become you
After all

How am I living without you?
I'm not even sure now that I'm sane
But this little dog's got enough sense
To know not to sleep in the cold rain
Yeah Yeah Yeah

How are you doing without me?
I'm sure you've found some new game
I never wanted to miss you
But then I, I never thought I could dig pain

Hope it's warmer for you Princess
I in fact, hope it's hot as Hell, yeah
And you get what you ask for
'Cause your lies become you
Yes your lies become you
Yes your lies become you
After all


>>...<<

Bummer
by Monster Magnet

Album : Powertrip


You&#39;re looking for the one who fucked your mom
It&#39;s not me
It&#39;s not me
You&#39;re looking for the one who made you cry
That&#39;s not me
It&#39;s not me
If you wanna stuff your garbage in that hole
Oh, baby I&#39;m your man of the hour
You think the world&#39;s got the evil eye on you
That&#39;s not true
That&#39;s not true
The only one I see causing major pain
Is just you
It&#39;s just you
If you wanna spank your demons and make &#39;em pay
Then baby I&#39;m your man of the hour
Some people go to bed with Lucifer
Then they cry when they don&#39;t greet the day with God
I know life&#39;s a bummer baby
But that&#39;s got precious little to do with me
You think you&#39;ve found the one most like yourself
And that&#39;s me
Yeah that&#39;s me
You&#39;re sure we&#39;ve known each other all our lives
That could be
That could be
If you wanna spank your demons and make &#39;em pay
Then baby I&#39;m your man of the hour
Some people go to bed with Lucifer
Then they cry, cry, cry when they don&#39;t greet the day with God
I know life&#39;s a bummer baby
But that&#39;s got precious little to do with me
I know life&#39;s a bummer baby
But that&#39;s got nothing at all
To do with me
I needed a small vacation
So they put me on a train
They called it "rehabilitation"
Oh, but here I am again
It&#39;s against my second nature
Not to to chase you down that hole
I need a fistful of medication
Just to keep it in my pants
Ain&#39;t nothing like it
You&#39;re looking for the one who fucked your mom
It&#39;s not me
It&#39;s not me
You&#39;re looking for the one who made you cry
It&#39;s not me
That&#39;s not me
If you wanna spank your demons and make &#39;em pay
Then baby I&#39;m your man of the hour
Some people go to bed with Lucifer
Then they cry, cry, cry when they don&#39;t greet the day with God
I know life&#39;s a bummer baby
But that&#39;s got precious little to do with me
I know life&#39;s a bummer baby
But that&#39;s got damn nothing at all
To do with me


>>...<<

[Loser]

Originally posted by Dr.BrainFister@07.02.2005, 22:31
@ verlierer

von wem ist das?

weiter

um nicht nur doof zu fragen, hier auch 2 texte, die mir was bedeuten. haben mir damals bei meinen ersten tiefergehenden erfahrungen mit mädchen (schreib bewusst nicht "frauen") geholfen, ihre dümmlichen bzw. kranken spielchen (die mit zunehmendem alter zum glück weniger wurden)besser zu ertragen.

ja ja, immer das böse andere geschlecht. wird das nicht langweilig? es schon mal mit dem eigenen geschlecht versucht? <- alles rhetorische fragen. denn jedem seine obsession. weswegen etwaige verweise auf gehirnschrauber sowieso immer anmaßend und lächerlich sind.

und spielchen sind immer gut. na ja, noch viel spass beim obsessionen ausleben. und aufs image muss man ja auch immer achten. hätte ich beinahe vergessen ...

[Amujan]

Ok was ganz kurzes Gutes, zu dem ich den ganzen abend schon wippe:

Interpret: Mellow Trax feat. Shaft
Titel: Sway

When the rumba rythm starts to play

Dance with me, make me sway.

Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore

Hold me close, sway me more.

over and over and over again

Amu