Liedtexte

[Pumpkin]

Ich lese in letzter Zeit viele texte von Liedern die ich gerne höre. Viele enthalten einen tieferen Sinn.
postet einfach mal Texte die euch sehr gut gefallen oder die euch helfen in schweren zeiten.

DEFTONES

Be Quiet and Drive (Far Away)
This town
Don't feel mine
I'm fast to
Get away
Far

I dressed you
In her clothes
Now drive me
Far
Away (3x)

It feels good to know you're all mine
So drive me far
Away (3x)

Far away
I don't care where, just far
Away
I don't care where, just far
Away
I don't care!

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Fear Factory

Resurrection
Consumed with memories that preceded today
Given a chance to bereave life that's slipping away
Suffered through tragedy of my slow decay
Deceptive tendencies dragged my soul away
All that I know there was no God for me
Force that shatters all, absence of mortality
Revive all my fears
Revive wasted tears
Revive void within
Revive once again...
Forsaken by destiny, forsaken by my own mind
I must remove my skin to see belief in your eyes
All that I know there was no God for me
Force that shatters all, absence of humanity
Revive all my fears
Revive wasted tears
Revive void within
Revive once again...
Reach for the sky
Touch the sky
Revive a hope
For mankind

[cronos]

Iron Maiden - Rime of the ancient mariner


Hear the rime of the Ancient Mariner
See his eye as he stops one of three
Mesmerises one of the wedding guests
Stay here and listen to the nightmares
of the sea.

And the music plays on, as the bride passes by
Caught by his spell and
the Mariner tells his tale.

Driven south to the land of snow and ice
To a place where nobody’s been
Through the snow fog flies on the albatross
Hailed in God’s name,
hoping good luck it brings.

And the ship sails on, back to the north
Through the fog and ice and the albatross follows on

The mariner kills the bird of good omen
His shipmates cry against what he’s done
But when the fog clears, they justify him
And make themselves a part of the crime.

Sailing on and on and North across the sea
Sailing on and on and North `til all is calm.

The albatross begins with its vengeance
A terrible curse a thirst has begun
His shipmates blame bad luck on the Mariner
About his neck, the dead bird is hung.

And the curse goes on and on and on at sea,
And the thirst goes on and on for them and me.

“Day after day, day after day,
we stuck nor breath nor motion
As idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean
Water, water everywhere and
all the boards did shrink
Water, water everywhere nor any drop to drink.”
SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE (1798-1834)

There, calls the Mariner,
there comes a ship over the line
But how can she sail with no wind
in her sails and no tide.

See .....onward she comes
Onward she nears, out of the sun
See.... She has no crew
She has no life, wait but there’s two

Death and she life in Death,
they throw their dice for the crew
She wins the Mariner and he belongs to her now.
Then... crew one by one
They drop down dead, two hundred men
She...She, Life in Death.
She lets him live, her chosen one.

Narrative
“One after one by the star dogged moon,
too quick for groan or sigh
each turned his face with a ghastly pang,
and cursed me with his eye
four times fifty living men
(and I heard nor sigh nor groan),
with heavy thump, a lifeless lump,
they dropped down one by one.”
SAMUEL TAYLOR COLRIDGE (1798- 1834)

The curse it lives on in their eyes
The Mariner he wished he’d die
Along with the sea creatures
But they lived on, so did he.

And by the light of the moon
He prays for their beauty not doom
With heart he blesses them
God’s creatures all of them too

Then the spell starts to break
The albatross falls from his neck
Sinks down like lead into the sea
Then down in falls comes the rain.

Hear the groans of the long dead seamen
See them stir and they start to rise
Bodies lifted by good spirits
None of them speak
and they’re lifeless in their eyes.

And revenge is still sought, penance starts again
Cast into a trance and the nightmare carries on.

Now the curse is finally lifted
And the Mariner sights his home
Spirits go from the long dead bodies
Form their own light and
the Mariner’s left alone.

And then a boat came sailing towards him
It was a joy he could not believe
The pilots boat, his son and the hermit.
Penance of life will fall onto Him.

And the ship sinks like lead into the sea
And the hermit shrieves the Mariner of his sins.

The Mariner’s bound to tell of his story
To tell his tale wherever he goes
To teach God’s word by his own example
That we must love all things that God made.

And the wedding guest’s a sad and wiser man
And the tale goes on and on and on.

[BLOODTHIRST]

Manowar - I Believe

From the darkness I walk into the light,
from the day I walk into the night,
from the shadows I will appear,
with a message for all who will hear.

For the weaker part I will be strong,
to the defenders of faith I will be long,
to the last of us fight till we die,
to the keys of the kindom of night.

All stand together for the worlds to see,
now the time is right to live out all our dreams,
say the words forever your strengh will never leave
if you want to win the fight say I believe.

[Last_Gunslinger]

The Cure --- Cut Here

"So we meet again!" and I offer my hand
All dry and English slow
And you look at me and I understand
yeah it’s the look I used to know
"Three long years... and your favorite man...
Is that anyway to say hello?"
And you hold me...
Like you’ll never let me go…

"Oh c’mon and have a drink with me
Sit down and talk a while... "
"Oh I wish I could... and I will!
But now I just don’t have the time... "
And over my shoulder as I walk away
I see you give that look goodbye...
I still see that look in your eyes...

So dizzy Mr. Busy – too much rush to talk to Billy
All the silly frilly things have to first get done
In a minute - Sometime soon - Maybe next time - Make it June
Until later…Doesn’t always come…

It’ so hard to think "It ends sometime
And this could be the last
I should really hear you sing again
And I should really watch you dance"
Because it’s hard to think
"I’ll never get another chance to hold you...
To hold you... "

But chilly Mr. Dilly- too much rush To talk to Billy
All the tizzy fizzy idiot thing’s must get done
In a second - Just Hang On - All in good time - Won’t be long
Until later...

I should’ve stop to think - I should've made the time
I could’ve had that drink - I could’ve talked a while
I would’ve done it right - I would’ve moved us on
But I didn’t - now it's all too late it’s over... over...
And you're gone...

I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you
I miss you I miss you so much…

But how many times can I walk away
and wish "if only... "
How many times can I talk this way
and wish "if only... "

Keep on making the same mistake
keep on aching the same heartbreak
I wish "if only... "
But "if only... "
Is a wish too late

[Will Riker]

Seit ich die gestrige Emergency- Room Folge gesehen habe, geht mir dieser Text nicht mehr aus dem Kopf

Kai Tracid: Life is too short

Life is too short, don't stress everyday
Leave your worries behind go out and play
Life is too short, grasp it in your hand
A natural miracle, have fun while you can


Life is too short, as precious as gold
It's full of surprise, so I am told
Life is too short take it from me
Have as much fun as you wish, just wait and see


Life is too short, people seem to forget
That life is a gift and its free yes that's it
Life is too short, use your own eyes
Open yourself and enjoy your own life

[Pumpkin]

GODSMACK


Bad Religion


Get Back!

Can you feel I'm not like you anymore?
I can't see, I can't breathe!
See you quiver like the dogs on the streets.
Looking down on as I beat you.

"It's a bad religion
From a broken nation.
It's a contradiction..."

And I can't take it anymore, Yeah!

Who's to say I won't like you anyway?
Take a deep breath, I'm alive.
Can you feel me? I'm alive inside you.
Agony creeps up behind you.

[repeat chorus]

And I can't take it any fuckin' way!

[repeat chorus]

Can you feel it?
I've gotta live with it every day.
And I can't take the pressure,
I'm goin' insane. Now go away!
Go away!

[cronos]

AC-DC

DOG EAT DOG
Let There Be Rock (1977)
SINGLE: Dog Eat Dog/Carry Me Home
SINGLE: Let There Be Rock/Dog Eat Dog (1977)
Live at the Atlantic Studios (1977)
(Young, Young, Scott)


Well it's a dog eat dog
Eat cat too
The French eat frog
And I eat you
Businessman, when you make a deal
Do you know who you can trust?
Do you sign your life away?
Do you write your name in dust?

CHORUS:
Hey, hey, hey
Every dog has his day
It's a dog eat dog
Dog eat dog

"Dog eat dog"
Read the news
Someone win
Someone lose
Up's above and down's below
And limbo's inbetween
Up you win, down you lose
It's anybody's game

CHORUS

And it's a eye for eye
Tooth for tooth
It's a lie
That's the truth
See a blind man on the street
Looking for something free
Hear the kind man ask his friends
"Hey, what's in it for me?"

CHORUS

[Amujan]

Sheryl Crow - My Favorite Mistake
Album: The Globe Sessions

I woke up and called this morning
The tone of your voice was a warning
That you don't care for me anymore

I made up the bed we sleep in
I looked at the clock when you creep in
It's 6 a.m. and I'm alone

Did you know when you go
It's the perfect ending
To the bad day I was just beginning
When you go all I know is
You're my favorite mistake

Well, your friends are sorry for me
They watch you pretend to adore me
But I'm no fool to this game

Now here comes your secret lover
She'd be unlike any other
Until your guilt goes up in flames

Did you know when you go
It's the perfect ending
To the bad day I've gotten used to spending
When you go all I know is
You're my favorite mistake
You're my favorite mistake

Well maybe nothin' lasts forever
Even when you stay together
I don't need forever after
It's your laughter won't let me go
So I'm holding on this way

Did you know, could you tell
You were the only one
That I ever loved
Now everything's so wrong

Did you see me walking by?
Did it ever make you cry?

You're my favorite mistake
You're my favorite mistake
You're my favorite mistake

so far...

[Simara]

Dieses Lied hat mich wahnsinnig beeindruckt und gerade in letzter Zeit muss ich wieder öfters dran denken:

Leningrad von Billy Joel

Victor was born in spring of '44
and never saw his father anymore
a child of sacrafice, a child of war
another son who never had a father after Leningrad

Went of to school and learn to serve the state
followed the rules and drunk his Vodka straight
the only way to live was drown the hate
and russian life was very sad
and such was life in Leningrad

I was born in '49
a cold war Kid in McCarthy time
stop them at the 38 Parallel
blast those yellow reds to hell
Cold war kids were hard to kill
under there desk in an air raid thrill
havn't they heard we won the war
why they keep on fighting for

Victor was sent to some red army town
served out his time became a circus clown
the greatet happines he's ever found
was making russion children glad
the children lived in Leningrad

But children lived in Levitowen
hid in the shelters underground
till the sowjets turned their ships around
and tore the cuban missiles down
in that bright october sun
we knew our childhood days were gone
I watched my friends go off to war
why they keep on fighting for

And so my child and I came to this place
we meet him eye to eye and face to face
he make my daughter laugh then we embraced
we never knew what friends we had
until wie came to Leningrad

So versteh's ich jedenfalls

[darksaber]

O.k. das ist der einzige Song der es geschafft hat mich zum Weinen zu bringen als ich ihn hörte und die Lyrics dabei gelesen habe. Und überhaupt als ich am Ende der Lyrics das gelesen habe: Barbara Lewis (1973-1993)

Live
throwing copper
(1994)

Lightning Crashes

lightning crashes, a new mother cries
her placenta falls to the floor
the angel opens her eyes
the confusion sets in
before the doctor can even close the door

lightning crashes, an old mother dies
her intentions fall to the floor
the angel closes her eyes
the confusion that was hers
belongs now, to the baby down the hall

oh now feel it comin' back again
like a rollin' thunder chasing the wind
forces pullin' from the center of the earth again
i can feel it.

lightning crashes, a new mother cries
this moment she's been waiting for
the angel opens her eyes
pale blue colored iris, presents the circle
and puts the glory out to hide, hide

[Pumpkin]

Fear Factory

TIMELESSNESS

I've felt darkness closing in on me
Chilling shadows surrounding me
I've had the poison leak into my skin
And it corroded my heart away
Bled away
Cut away
Dark night of my soul...



einfach super gesungen, einfach toll. schön ruhig

[Dune]

Mein Lieblingslied, hat mir Glück bei meiner Facharbeit gebracht :)


Train - Drops of Jupiter

Now that she's back in the atmosphere
With drops of Jupiter in her hair
She acts like summer and walks like rain
Reminds me that there's time to change
Since the return from her stay on the moon
She listens like spring and she talks like June


Tell me, did you sail across the sun
Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated
Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star
One without a permanent scar
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there


Now that she's back from that soul vacation
Tracing her way through the constellation
She checks out Mozart while she does tae-bo
Reminds me that there's room to grow

Now that she's back in the atmosphere
I'm afraid that she might think of me as plain ol' Jane
Told a story about a man who is too afraid to fly so he never did land


Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back to the Milky Way
And tell me, did Venus blow your mind
Was it everything you wanted to find
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there


Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken
Your best friend always sticking up for you... even when I know you're wrong
Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance five-hour phone conversation
The best soy latte that you ever had . . . and me

Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back to the Milky Way

Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star
One without a permanent scar
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there

[Litchi]

jimmy eat world
- bleed american

i'm not alone because the t.v.'s on
i'm not crazy because i take the right pills every day and rest
clean your conscience
clear your thoughts with speyside
with your grain

salt sweat sugar on the asphalt
our hearts littering the topsoil
tune in
we can get the last call
sign up
it's the picket line or the parade
our lives
our coal

i bled the greed from my arm
won't they give it a rest now?
now?
now?
now?

[Fenryr]

Bad Religion
- Pretenders

I give to you, you take from me
We live in perfect harmony
But I know you can't give me what I need
With subtle care and rosey hues
We duke it out, we change our views
We hold so dear our unanimity
Oh...
We are just pretenders
We are just pretenders, lost in this charade
We are just pretenders, characters on stage
We are just pretenders, trying to break free
We are just pretenders, hiding so no one sees
We try to find our peace of mind
Just a vestige we left behind
But ignorance takes far less energy
And if you please, I'll look to you
Because I need somebody who
forgives me for my harsh reality
Oh...but
We are just pretenders
We are just pretenders, we're trying to break free
We are just pretenders, we'll lose them easily
We are just pretenders, trying to break free
We are just pretenders, hiding so no one sees
You standing there
playing with your hair
Trying to ignore
but peeking in the mirror
Re-living the scenes
from books and magazines
Craving the life
you live in your dreams
And I'm standing here
Thinking that it's queer
But fearing that I am the same
You ask me how I feel
It's so damn surreal
I think it's finally time we ended this game
'cause we are just pretenders
We are just pretenders, lost in this charade
We are just pretenders...

[Hellside]

mal 2 songs von Wizo

B.D.U


Mach dir keine Hoffnung,

es ist doch längst zu spät

Das sieht sogar ein Blinder,

daß es mit dir zu Ende geht

Die Chancen sind vertan und

die Gelegenheit versäumt

Werd' dir drüber klar,

du hast umsonst geträumt.


Alle Wege führ'n ins Dunkel,

keine Aussicht mehr auf Licht

Dieses Mal geht es zu Ende

Ein nächstes Mal gibt es nicht


Bring dich um - Bring dich um

denn Du weißt doch ganz genau

es schert sich eh keiner darum


Bring dich um - Bring dich um

Und es ist dir völlig klar

weiterleben wäre dumm



Die Wahrheit ist gemein

doch unabänderlich

es zeigt der Pfeil des Schicksals

geradewegs auf dich

Es war nie deine Schuld,

doch das ist jetzt egal

Wir alle müssen sterben

und du hast keine Wahl.


Alle Wege führ'n ins Dunkel...

B.D.U. - B.D.U.

und


DAS GOLDENE STÜCK


Ihr fetten Schweine sitzt in Bonn

und laßt es euch gut geh'n

Während all die Menschen,

die euch glaubten, vor die Hunde geh'n

Ihr habt sie belogen

und seid dabei nicht mal rot geworden

Ihr habt damit Schuld am Haß,

an der Gewalt und an den Morden


Und wenn jetzt die braune Nazibrut

gegen Minderheiten hetzt

Gießt ihr Öl ins Feuer

und ihr ändert kurz das Grundgesetz

Und der kleine Vollidiot

mit seinem Brandsatz in der Hand

Fühlt sich als legitimer Rächer seines Vaterlands


Das goldene Stück Scheiße geht an euch

Denn ihr habt es echt verdient

Ihr habt hart dafür gekämpft

und deshalb sollt ihr es auch haben

Das goldene Stück Scheiße geht an euch


In den letzten Jahren bist du viel herumgereist

Und hast manchen Flugplatz auf der Welt geküßt

Jedes Jahr auf deinem Open Air am Petersplatz

Hast du immer einen tollen Spruch gewußt


Du kennst deine Bibel aus dem Kopf

und weißt, daß darin steht,

Daß Verhütung eine Sünde ist

und deshalb nicht erlaubt

Und noch immer sterben Kinder,

weil sie nix zu fressen hab'n

Doch wehe dem, der nicht an eure Lügen glaubt


Das goldene Stück Scheiße geht an dich

Denn du hast es echt verdient

Du hast hart dafür gekämpft

und deshalb sollst du es auch haben

Das goldene Stück Scheiße geht an Dich!


-Scheiß Solo-


Das goldene Stück Scheiße geht an dich

und auch an mich,

Denn wir sabbeln hier noch immer nur blöd rum

wir bleiben doof und sterben dumm

und ham es besser nicht verdient

Durch Jammern ist noch niemals was passiert


Ja, das goldene Stück Scheiße geht an uns

denn wir ham's uns echt verdient

wir haben noch immer nichts getan

und deshalb sollen wir es auch kriegen;

Das goldene Stück Scheiße geht an uns


Ja das goldene Stück Scheiße geht an mich,

denn ich hab's mir echt verdient.

Ich hab hart dafür gekämpft

und deshalb will ich es auch haben:

Das goldene Stück Scheiße geht an mich!

[Pumpkin]

FEAR FACTORY

DESCENT

Falling victim from neglect
Designed thoughts and intellect
Forgotten and displaced
The crux of my dismay

I feel nothing
I am nothing
I feel nothing
Nothing

How deep I descend?
Until I reach my end?
How deep I descend?

Deeper into this abyss
Weighted down and sinking fast
Life did not offer me
More than false destiny

I feel nothing
I am nothing
I feel nothing
Nothing

How deep I descend?
Until I reach my end?
How deep I descend?

I am nothing
I feel nothing
I am nothing
I feel nothing
Nothing
Nothing...

How deep I descend?
Until I reach my end?
How deep I descend?


das höre ich fast nur in den letzten Tagen, auch noch Timelessness und Lieder von den Deftones :(

[DRD Pike]

Nette Idee dieser Thread.

@Pumpkin: "Be Quiet And Drive" wird wohl auf ewig einer meiner Lieblingssongs sein. Hat mich mal einen ganzen Sommer begleitet. War glaube ich 1998. Schon lustig, welche Erinnerungen man manchmal mit bestimmten Songs verbindet. :)

@Darksaber: Ich liebe Throwing Copper von Live! Und ich kann dir nur zustimmen, "Lightning Crashes" ist echt zum heulen.

Hier jetzt mal ein paar Lyrics, die mir (je nach Stimmung) besonders gefallen:


Travis - Driftwood (Album: The Man Who)

Everything is open
Nothing is set in stone
Rivers turn to oceans
Oceans tide you home
Home is where the heart is
But your heart had to roam
Drifting over bridges
Never to return
Watching bridges burn

You're driftwood floating underwater
Breaking into pieces, pieces, pieces
Just driftwood, hollow and of no use
Waterfalls will find you, bind you, grind you

Nobody is an island
Everyone had to go
Pillars turn to butter
Butterflying low
Low is where your heart is
But your heart has to grow
Drifting under bridges
Never with the flow

And you really didn't think it would happen
But it really is the end of the line
So I'm sorry that you've turned to driftwood
But you've been drifting for a long, long time

Everywhere there's trouble
Nowhere's safe to go
Pushes turn to shovels
Shovelling the snow
Frozen you have chosen
The path you wish to go
Drifting now forever
And forever more
Until you reach your shore

You're driftwood floating underwater
Breaking into pieces, pieces, pieces
Just driftwood, hollow and of no use
Waterfalls will find you, bind you, grind you

And you really didn't think it would happen
But it really is the end of the line
So I'm sorry that you've turned to driftwood
But you've been drifting for a long, long time
You've been drifting, for a long, long
Drifting for a long, long time

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A Perfect Circle - Judith (Album: Mer De Noms)

You're such an inspiration for the ways
That I'll never ever choose to be
Oh so many ways for me to show you
How the savior has abandoned you
Fuck your God
Your Lord and your Christ
He did this
Took all you had and
Left you this way
Still you pray, you never stray
Never taste of the fruit
You never thought to question why

It's not like you killed someone
It's not like you drove a hateful spear into his side
Praise the one who left you
Broken down and paralyzed
He did it all for you
He did it all for you

Oh so many many ways for me to show you
How your dogma has abandoned you
Pray to your Christ, to your god
Never taste of the fruit
Never stray, never break
Never---choke on a lie
Even though he's the one who did this to you
You never thought to question why

Not like you killed someone
It's Not like you drove a spiteful spear into his side
Talk to Jesus Christ
As if he knows the reasons why
He did it all for you
Did it all for you
He did it all for you

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Blackmore's Night - Ocean Gypsy (Album: Shadow Of The Moon)

Tried to take it all away,
Learn her freedom... just inside a day,
And find her soul to find there fears are laid...
Tried to make her love their own,
They took her love... they left her there,
They gave her nothing back that she would want to own...
Gold and silver rings and stones,
Dances slowly off the moon,
No one else could know, she stands alone...
Sleeping dreams will reach for her,
She can not say the words they need,
She knows she's alone and she is free...
Ocean Gypsy of the moon,
The sun has made a thousand nights for you to hold...
Ocean Gypsy where are you?
The shadows followed by the stars have turned to gold...
Turned to gold...
Then she met a hollow soul,
Filled him with her light and was consoled,
She was the moon and he the sun was gold...
Eyes were blinded with his light...
The sun he gave reflected back the night
The moon was waning, almost out of sight...
Softly Ocean Gypsy calls...
Silence holds the stars a while,
They smile sadly for her where she falls...
Just the time before the dawn,
The sea is hushed the ocean calls her,
Day has taken her and now she's gone...
No one noticed when she died,
Ocean Gypsy shackled to the tide,
The ebbing waves, the turning spreading white...
Something gone within her eyes,
Her fingers, lifeless, stroked the sand,
Her battered soul was lost,
She was abandoned...
Silken threads like wings still shine,
Wind swept pleasures still make patterns in her lovely hair... so dark and fine...
Stands on high beneath the seas, cries no more, her tears have dried...
Ocean weep for her, the ocean sighs...

(Hier nochmal ein Riesendank an Sathoan, der mich mal vor einer halben Ewigkeit auf diesen schönen Song aufmerksam gemacht hat :))

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Und dieser Song ist speziell für alle Scaper da draussen ;)

Five for Fighting - Superman

I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive
I'm just out to find
The better part of me

I'm more than a bird...I'm more than a plane
More than some pretty face beside a train
It's not easy to be me

Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
About a home I'll never see

It may sound absurd...but don't be naive
Even Heroes have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed...but won't you concede
Even Heroes have the right to dream
It's not easy to be me

Up, up and away...away from me
It's all right...You can all sleep sound tonight
I'm not crazy...or anything...

I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive
Men weren't meant to ride
With clouds between their knees

I'm only a man in a silly red sheet
Digging for kryptonite on this one way street
Only a man in a funny red sheet
Looking for special things inside of me

It's not easy to be me.

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Alanis Morissette - You Oughta Know (Album: Jagged Little Pill)

I want you to know that I'm happy for you
I wish nothing but the best for you both
An older version of me
Is she as preverted as me
Would she go down on you in a theatre?
Does she speak eloquently
And would she have your baby?
I'm sure she would make a really excellent mother
Cause the love that you gave that we made
Wasn't able to make it enough for you to be open wide, no
And everytime you speak her name
Does she know how you told me you'd hold me
Until you died 'til you died
But you're still alive
And I'm here to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It's not fair to deny me
Of the cross i bare that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know
You seem very well, things look peaceful
I'm not quite as well, I thought you should know
Did you forget about me Mr. Duplicity
I hate to bug you in the middle of dinner
It was a slap on the face how quickly i was replaced
Are you thinking of me when you fuck her
Cause the joke that you laid in the bed that was me
And i'm not going to fade
As soon as you close your eyes and you know it
And everytime I scratch my nails down someone else's back
I hope you feel it ...can you feel it?

--------------------------------

Und zum Schluss noch ein simpler kleiner Klassiker, der allerdings immernoch treffend ist:

John Lennon - Imagine

Imagine there's no heaven,
It's easy if you try,
No hell below us,
Above us only sky,
Imagine all the people
living for today...

Imagine there's no countries,
It isnt hard to do,
Nothing to kill or die for,
No religion too,
Imagine all the people
living life in peace...

Imagine no possesions,
I wonder if you can,
No need for greed or hunger,
A brotherhood of man,
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...

You may say Im a dreamer,
but Im not the only one,
I hope some day you'll join us,
And the world will live as one.

[Dune]

Mein Schatz weiß sicher, welches Lied ich jetzt poste, *ganzfestknuddelundknutsch* :)


Vanessa Carlton - A thousand miles

Making my way downtown
walking fast
faces pass
and I am home bound

Staring blanky ahead
just making my way
making a way
through the crowd

And I need you
And I miss you
And now I wonder
If I could fall
into the sky
do you think time would pass me by
cause you know I'd walk a thousand miles
If I could just see you....tonight

It´s always times like these
when I think of you and I wonder if you ever think of me

And everything´s so long
and I don't belong
living in your precious memory

Cause I need you
And I miss you
And now I wonder
If I could fall
Into the sky
Do you think time would pass me by, oh
cause you know I´d walk a thousand miles if I could just see you...tonight


And I,I don´t wanna let you go
I, I drown in my memory
I, I don´t wanna let this go
I, I don´t


Making my way down town
Walking fast
Faces pass
And I´m home bound

Staring blankly ahead
Just making my way
Making a way
through the crowd

And I still need you
And I still miss you
And now I wonder

If I could fall into the sky
Do you think
Time would pass us by
Cause you know
I´d walk a thousand miles
If I could just see you...
If I could fall into the sky
Do you think
Time would pass me by
Cause you know
I´d walk a thousand miles

If I could just

see you...

If I could just

hold you...tonight

[Last_Gunslinger]

Da konter ich doch mit:

Bree Sharp - David Duchovny

It’s Sunday night, I am curled up in my room
The TV light fills my heart like a balloon
I hold it in as best I can
I know I’m just another fan
But I can’t help feeling I could love this secret agent man
I can’t...

Wait anymore for him to discover me
I got it bad for David Duchovny
David Duchovny, why won’t you love me?
Why won’t you love me?

My friends all tell me,
‘Girl you know it’s just a show
But deep within his eyes
I see me wrapped up like a bow
Watching the sky for a sign
The FBI is on my mind
I’m waiting for the day
When my lucky stars align
In the form of...

David Duchovny floating above me
In the alien light of the spaceship of love, I need
David Duchovny hovering above me
American Heathcliff, brooding and comely
David Duchovny, why won’t you love me?
Why won’t you love me?

So smooth and so smart
He’s abducted my heart
And I’m falling apart
From the looks I receive
From those eyes I can’t leave
And you can say I’m naive
But he told me to believe

My bags are packed, I am ready for my flight
Want to put an end to my daydream days and sleepless nights
Sitting like a mindless clone
Wishing he would tap my phone
Just to hear the breath of the man, the myth, the monotone
And I would say...

David Duchovny, why won’t you love me?
Why won’t you love me? Why won’t you love me?
David Duchovny, why won’t you love me?
Why won’t you love me? Why won’t you love me?
David Duchovny I want you to love me
To kiss and to hug me, debrief and debug me
David Duchovny I know you could love me
I’m sweet and I'm cuddly-I'm gonna kill Scully!
David Duchovny, why won't you love me?
Why won't you love me? Why won’t you love me?

I’ll be waiting...
In Nevada...

[cronos]

IRON MAIDEN

FLIGHT OF ICARUS
( Smith / Dickinson )

As the sun breaks, above the ground,
An old man stands on the hill.
As the ground warms, to the first rays of light,
A birdsong shatters the still.

His eyes are ablaze,
See the madman in his gaze.

Fly, on your way, like an eagle,
Fly as high as the sun.
On your way, like an eagle,
Fly and touch the sun.

Now the crowd breaks and a young boy appears,
Looks the old man in the eye.
As he spreads his wings and shouts at the crowd,
“In the name of God my father I fly.”

His eyes seem so glazed,
As he flies on the wings of a dream.
Now he knows his father betrayed.
Now his wings turn to ashes, to ashes his grave.

Fly, on your way, like an eagle,
Fly as high as the sun.
On your way, like an eagle,
Fly as high as the sun.

[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

---------------------------------------------

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

[Armitage]

hier ein lied was ich in letzter zeit wieder öfter höre:

subway to sally

Erdbeermund

Ich bin so wild nach deinem Erdbeermund,
ich schrie mir schon die Lungen wund
nach deinem weissen Leib, du Weib.
Im Klee, da hat der Mai ein Bett gemacht,
da blüht ein schöner Zeitvertreib
mit deinem Leib die lange Nacht.
Da will ich sein im tiefen Tal
dein Nachtgebet und auch dein Sterngemahl.

Die graue Welt macht keine Freude mehr,
ich gab den schönsten Sommer her,
und dir hats auch kein Glück gebracht;
hast nur den roten Mund noch aufgespart
für mich so tief im Haar verwahrt ...
Ich such ihn schon die lange Nacht
im Wintertal im Aschengrund ...
Ich bin so wild nach deinem Erdbeermund.

Im Wintertal, im schwarzen Erdbeerkraut,
da hat der Schnee ein Nest gebaut
und fragt nicht, wo die Liebe sei.
Und habe doch das rote Tier so tief
erfahren, als ich bei dir schlief.
Wär nur der Winter erst vorbei
und wieder grün der Wiesengrund!
... ich bin so wild nach deinem Erdbeermund!

[Armitage]

so in welcher stimmung bin ich den schon wieder *seufz* naja hier ein wundervolles lied

Alice in Chains


No Excuses


It's alright
There comes a time
Got no patience to search
For peace of mind
Layin' low
Want to take it slow
No more hiding or
Disguising truths I've sold

Everyday it's something
Hits me all so cold
Find me sittin' by myself
No excuses, then I know

It's okay
Had a bad day
Hands are bruised from
Breaking rocks all day
Drained and blue
I bleed for you
You think it's funny, well
You're drowning in it too

Yeah, it's fine
We'll walk down the line
Leave our rain, a cold
Trade for warm sunshine
You my friend
I will defend
And if we change, well I
Love you anyway

[Dr.BrainFister]

Konstantin Wecker

Renn lieber, renn

Er war scho von Haus aus
eher verdächtig,
so gar ned a Mannsbild,
bescheiden, bedächtig.

Vom Bund habnsn hoamgschickt,
beim Bund brauchas Männer,
die männlich auf andre
schiaßn könna.

Meist hockt a dahoam
und traut si ned raus.
Wenn a is, wer a is,
dann lachansn aus.

Hinter so viele Masken
verliert ma sei Gsicht.
Erst grobt er si ei,
dann scheut er as Licht.

Und Jahr für Jahr
sieht er weniger weiter.
Was werdn bloß die Leit
in dem Land ned gscheiter.
Und wenns oan endlich
von der Schuld befrein -
wer nicht allgemein ist,
bleibt immer gemein.

Und manchmal, da möcht ers
in d´Welt rausschrein,
seine Angst, sein Verlangen,
sein Anderssein.
Und er spürt, wie er langsam
die Seele verliert,
denn die Liebe ist immer
für die andern reserviert.

Renn lieber, renn,
du bist ned normal,
es habn immer die andern
die bessre Moral.

Solang die Welt so männlich ist,
fürs Leben unempfänglich ist,
renn, renn, renn!

Wenn bloß ned die Nacht war,
der Tag ziagt vorbei,
doch die Nacht dauert ewig,
die laßtn ned frei.

Wo soll er bloß hi
mit all seiner Lust?
Die staut si im Herzn,
zerfrißt eam die Brust.

Des schneidt oam die Luft ab,
des ewige Liagn,
da bleibt ma stecka,
da verlernt ma as Fliagn.

Bold glaubt as no selber,
daß er krank und schlecht ist,
weil die Engstirnigkeit
nach wie vor im Recht ist.

Und Jahr für Jahr
sieht er weniger weiter.
Was werdn bloß die Leit
in dem Land ned gscheiter.
Und wenns oan endlich
von der Schuld befrein -
wer nicht allgemein ist,
bleibt immer gemein.

Und sovui möchtns
in d´Welt rausschrein,
ihre Angst, ihr Verlangen,
ihr Anderssein.
Scho sammeln se si,
manche hört ma scho plärrn,
die wolln nimma warten,
die wohn si wehrn.

Schrein miaß ma, schrein,
was hoaßt do normal?
Pfeif ma mitanander
auf d´bessre Moral.

Solang die Welt so männlich ist,
für Liebe unempfänglich ist,
Schrein miaß ma, Schrein!


[erhältlich auf: Inwendig warm (1984), Jetzt eine Insel finden: Lieder und Lyrik - Live (1986), Zweitausendeins - 4CD-Set (2001)]


wär ich schwul, würd ich dieses lied als kraftspendende hymne empfinden.
in diesem sinne: schreits raus!

[Amujan]

Für alle die die schonmal das Gefühl hatten allem entkommen zu wollen...

Soul Asylum

Runaway Train

Call you up in the middle of the night.
Like a firefly without a light,
you were there like a blow-torch burning.
I was a key that could use a little turning.
So tired that I couldn't even sleep.
So many secrets I couldn't keep.
Promised myself I wouldn't weep.
One more promise I couldn't keep.
It seems no one can help me now
I'm in too deep.There's no way out.
This time I have really led myself astray.

Runaway train never going back.
Wrong way on a oneway track.
Seems like I should be getting somewhere.
Somehow I´m neither here nor there.

Can you help me remember how to smile,
make it somehow all seem worth-while ?

How on earth did I get so jaded ?
Life's mistery seems so faded.
I can go where no one else can go.
I know what no one else knows.
Here I am, just to drowning in the rain
with a ticket for a runaway train.
And everything seems cut and dry,
day and night, earth and sky.
Somehow I just don't believe it.

Runaway train never going back.
Wrong way on a oneway track.
Seems like I should be getting somewhere.
Somehow I'm neither here nor there.

Bought a ticket for a runaway train
like a madman laughin' at the rain.
A little out of touch, little insane.
It's just easier than dealing with the pain.

Runaway train never going back.
Wrong way on a oneway track.
Seems like I should be getting somewhere.
Somehow I'm neither here nor there.


-- Amu

[Nager]

Der anti-charts-mucke-titel (treffenderweise übrigens selbst als single ausgekoppelt, jedoch nicht für die charts, sondern als "appetiser" auf das nächste album)

King Crimson - Happy With What You Have To Be Happy With

And when I have some words
This is the way I'll sing
Through a distortion box
To make them menacing

Yeah, then I'm gonna have to write a chorus
We're gonna need to have a chorus
And this seems to be as good as any other place to sing it till I'm blue in the face

And for a second verse
Of terse economy
I'll brew another pot
Of ambiguity

Then I'm gonna have to write a chorus
We're gonna need to have a chorus
And this seems to be as good as any other place to sing it till I'm blue in the face

Yes, we're gonna need to have a chorus
I'm gonna have to write a chorus
And this seems to be as good as any other place to sing it till I'm blue in the face

Happy with what you have to be happy with
you have to be happy with what you have
to be happy with you have to be happy with what you have,
happy with what you have to be happy with
you have to be happy with what you have
to be happy with what you have you have to be happy with what you have to happy with

Then I guess I'll repeat the chorus!
We're gonna repeat the chorus!
I guess I'll repeat the chorus!
We're gonna repeat the chorus!

Then I guess I'll repeat the chorus!
We're gonna repeat the chorus!
I guess I'll repeat the chorus!
We're gonna repeat the chorus!

Happy with what you have to be happy with
you have to be happy with what you have
to be happy with you have to be happy with what you have,
happy with what you have to be happy with
you have to be happy with what you have
to be happy with what you have you have to be happy with what you have to be happy with

[Val'Rin]

Nightwish - Feel For You

You were my first love
The earth moving under me
Bedroom scent, beauty ardent
Distant shiver, heaven sent

I'm the snow on your lips
The freezing taste, the silvery sip
I'm the breath on your hair
The endless nightmare, devil's lair

Only so many times
I can say I long for you
The lily among the thorns
The prey among the wolves

Someday, I will feed a snake
Drink her venom, stay awake
With time all pain will fade
Through your memory I will wade

Barely cold in her grave
Barely warm in my bed
Settling for a draw tonight
Puppet girl, your strings are mine

This one is for you for you
Only for you
Just give in to it never think again
I feel for you

[Whyme]

Julee Cruise - Falling

Don't let yourself be hurt this time
Don't let yourself be hurt this time

Then I saw your face
Then I saw your smile

The sky is still blue
The clouds come and go
Yet something is different
Are we falling in love

Don't let yourself be hurt this time
Don't let yourself be hurt this time

Then your kiss so soft
Then your touch so warm

The stars still shine bright
The mountains still high
Yet something is different
Are we falling in love

Falling
Falling
Are we falling in love

[Dune]

Und weils so schön ist:

Burger Dance - DJ Ötzi


Hello, ok Freunde jetzt geht's los mit den Burger Dance

oh oh oh oh
The Pizza Hut, The Pizza Hut, Kentucky Fried Chicken and The Pizza Hut
The Pizza Hut, The Pizza Hut, Kentucky Fried Chicken and The Pizza Hut

Mc Donald's, Mc Donald's, Kentucky Fried Chicken and The Pizza Hut
Mc Donald's, Mc Donald's, Kentucky Fried Chicken and The Pizza Hut

Wo!
Ok wir nehmen die Hände euber den Kopf und machen ein Dach daraus und schreien Pizza Hut ( PIZZA HUT )
Ja woll und jetzt wakeln wir mit den Armen rechts und links so wie mit den Chickenwings und schreien
Kentucky Fried Chicken ( Kentucky Fried Chicken )
Und jetzt machen wir ein große's M in die Luft hmm Mc Donald's ( MC DONALD'S ) lauter Mc Donald's ( MC DONALD'S )

The Pizza Hut, The Pizza Hut, Kentucky Fried Chicken and The Pizza Hut
The Pizza Hut, The Pizza Hut, Kentucky Fried Chicken and The Pizza Hut

Mc Donald's, Mc Donald's, Kentucky Fried Chicken and The Pizza Hut
Mc Donald's, Mc Donald's, Kentucky Fried Chicken and The Pizza Hut

Hmm und jetzt noch mal Dach übern Kopf, Pizza Hut ( PIZZA HUT )
Wakeln mit den Armen, Kentucky Fried Chicken ( Kentucky Fried Chicken)
Und noch mal das große hmm; Mc Donald's ( MC DONALD'S ) ooooohhhh

The Pizza Hut, The Pizza Hut, Kentucky Fried Chicken and The Pizza Hut
The Pizza Hut, The Pizza Hut, Kentucky Fried Chicken and The Pizza Hut

Mc Donald's, Mc Donald's, Kentucky Fried Chicken and The Pizza Hut
Mc Donald's, Mc Donald's, Kentucky Fried Chicken and The Pizza Hut

Die Heande!!!!!

Und jetzt eine Stufe heor Freunde eine Stufe heor 1 2 (GO) 3 (GO) 4 (GO) oooohhhhhh

The Pizza Hut, The Pizza Hut, Kentucky Fried Chicken and The Pizza Hut
The Pizza Hut, The Pizza Hut, Kentucky Fried Chicken and The Pizza Hut

Mc Donald's, Mc Donald's, Kentucky Fried Chicken and The Pizza Hut
Mc Donald's, Mc Donald's, Kentucky Fried Chicken and The Pizza Hut

The Pizza Hut, The Pizza Hut, Kentucky Fried Chicken and The Pizza Hut
The Pizza Hut, The Pizza Hut, Kentucky Fried Chicken and The Pizza Hut

Mc Donald's, Mc Donald's, Kentucky Fried Chicken and The Pizza Hut
Mc Donald's, Mc Donald's, Kentucky Fried Chicken and The Pizza Hut

[cronos]

hmm, ich habe von dem burger dance gerade mal 10 sek gehört, und es geht mir schon auf den sack

so, und jetzt gibt es eine wunderschöne, ruhige ballade von Manowar (ja, das gibts auch ;) )

The master of the wind

In the silence of the darkness when all are fast asleep
I live inside a dream calling to your spirit
As a sail calls the wind, hear the angels sing

Far beyond the sun across the western sky
Reach into the blackness find a silver line
In a voice I whisper a candle in the night
We'll carry all our dreams on a single beam of light

Close your eyes, look into the dream
Winds of change will winds of fortune bring

Fly away to a rainbow in the sky gold is at the end for each of us to find
There the road begins where another one will end
Here the four winds know who will break and who will bend
All to be the master of the wind

Falling stars now light my way
My life was written on the wind
Clouds above, clouds below
High ascend the dream within

When the wind fills the sky the clouds will move aside
And there will be the road to all our dreams
For any day that stings two better days it brings
Nothing is as bad as it seems

Close your eyes, look into the dream
Wins of change will winds of fortune bring

Fly away to a rainbow in the sky gold is at the end for each of us to find
There the road begins where another one will end
Here the four winds know who will break and who will bend
All to be the master of the wind

[Will Riker]

Creed - Young grow old

He said he's falling to pieces
Fighting the boy and the man
Over his shoulder there was freedom
But consciousness has tied his hands

Embodied youth was his distinction
Now inhibition's in demand
So driven by his fear of weakness
That's his key to understand

So far in a distant land
There's a fight between boy and man
See the light through the open door
Sit and watch as the young grow old

Trading places in the circle
Turn the glass, spill the sand
They say that time can make the difference
But age doesn't make you a man

So far in a distant land
There's a fight between boy and man
See the light through the open door
Sit and watch as the young grow old

So young but overblown
So young but overblown
So young but overblown

Take a look now, see the boy is weakened
Watch him fade, watch him fade away
Take a bow and the boy is defeated
Is this the way, this the way?

So far in a distant land
There's a fight between boy and man
See the light through the open door
Sit and watch as the young grow old

[Martok]

In Flames - Ordinary Story


egoism dictates human relation
a world where fashion outshines morality
Here success is written in blood-red colours
designed by the thirst for power

gather the faithful and propose a toast
to the epoch of indifferance

an all to ordinary story
with aftertaste so bitter
forced to be someone I don´t want to be
I´m losing myself, sinking deeper down
I´m caught in the world wound web

a timerepresented by the void
an excuse without content
stuck in the abyss of existance
with a content void of excuse

an all to ordinary story
this is my story
with an aftertaste so bitter

sinking deeper down
I´m caught - I´m cage
I´m gone

[Nager]

King Crimson - Epitaph

The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams.
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams.
When every man is torn apart
With nightmares and with dreams,
Will no one lay the laurel wreath
As silence drowns the screams.

Between the iron gates of fate,
The seeds of time were sown,
And watered by the deeds of those
Who know and who are known;
Knowledge is a deadly friend
When no one sets the rules.
The fate of all mankind I see
Is in the hands of fools.

Confusion will be my epitaph.
As I crawl a cracked and broken path
If we make it we can all sit back
and laugh.
But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying,
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying.

[wu-chi]

Porcupine Tree
Heartattack in a Layby

I pull off the road
East of Baldock and Ashford
Feeling for my cell
In the light from the dashboard

Hissing from the road
The smell of rain in the air con
Maybe check the news
Or just put a tape on

Lighting up a smoke
I've got this feeling inside me
Don't feel too good

If I close my eyes
And fell asleep in this layby
Would it all subside
The fever pushing the day by

Motor window wind
I could do with some fresh air
Can't breathe too well

(She waits for me. Home waits for me.)

I guess I should go now
She's waiting to make up
To tell me she's sorry
And how much she missed me
I guess I'm just burnt out
I really should slow down
I'm perfectly fine but
I just need to lie down

We'll grow old together
We'll grow old together
We'll grow old together....

[X1alpha]

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 blind.

It's gonna be a bright (bright)
bright (bright) sunshiny day.
It's gonna be a bright (bright)
bright (bright) sunshiny day.

Oh yes, I can make it now the pain is gone.
All of the bad feelings have disappeared.
Here is the rainbow I've been praying for.

It's gonna be a bright (bright)
bright (bright) sunshiny day.

(Ooh...) 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's the rainbow I've been praying for.

It's gonna be a bright (bright)
bright (bright) sunshiny day.
It's gonna be a bright (bright)
bright (bright) sunshiny day.

Real, real, real, real bright (bright)
bright (bright) sunshiny day.
It's gonna be a bright (bright)
bright (bright) sunshiny day.
It's gonna be a bright (bright)
bright (bright) sunshiny day.
Yeah, hey, it's gonna be a bright (bright)
bright (bright) sunshiny day.
Real, real, real, real bright (bright)
bright (bright) sunshiny day.

---

Ne kleine Geschichte dazu, für Interessierte:

Den Song hab' ich heute zum ersten Mal gehört, normalerweise bin ich eher für Techno und Trance zu begeistern. Aber ehrlich, der Blick über den sprichwörtlichen Tellerrand war richtig gut. Noch so 'nem trüben, tristen, diesigen, verregneten, deprimierenden Montag saß ich vorhin vorm Rechner, schaltete mein ICQ ein und hatte 'ne Nachricht von einem meiner besten Freunde bekommen. Der Inhalt? Ein Link zu 'ner Flash-Animation auf unf-unf.de (http://www.unf-unf.de/show.php?did=401). Ich hatte mit 'nem schlechten (vor allem wenig lustigen) Scherz gerechnet. Halt mit so einer miesen Flash-Animation wie sie einem im Web immer mal wieder übern Weg laufen.

Mißtrauisch hab' ich ich sie gestartet und war extremst angenehm überrascht. Das war einfach nur... na ja... einfach nur was Nettes. Ich hatte mit allem gerechnet, aber nicht damit. Doch noch'n schönes Erlebnis zum Abschluss des Tages.

[Agamemnon]

Ein Song voller Hoffnung, Liebe und Lebensfreude:

As Long as We Got Each Other
Sung by: B.J. Thomas and Jennifer Warnes


Show me that smile again
Don't waste another minute on your cryin'
We're nowhere near the end
The best is ready to begin

Ooh...
As long as we got each other
We got the world spinnin' right in our hands
Baby you and me...
We got to be...
The luckiest dreamers who never quit dreamin'

As long as we keep on givin'
We can take anything that comes our way
Baby rain or shine...
All the time...
We got each other
Sharin' the laughter and love

[Amujan]

Don't dream it's over

by Crowded House

There is freedom within, there is freedom without
Try to catch the deluge in a paper cup
There's a battle ahead, many battles are lost
But you'll never see the end of the road
While you're traveling with me

CHORUS
Hey now, hey now
Don't dream it's over
Hey now, hey now
When the world comes in
They come, they come
To build a wall between us
We know they won't win

Now I'm towing my car, there's a hole in the roof
My possessions are causing me suspicion but there's no proof
In the paper today tales of war and of waste
But you turn right over to the T.V. page

CHORUS

Now I'm walking again to the beat of a drum
And I'm counting the steps to the door of your heart
Only shadows ahead barely clearing the roof
Get to know the feeling of liberation and relief

Hey now, hey now
Don't dream it's over
Hey now, hey now
When the world comes in
They come, they come
To build a wall between us
Don't ever let them win

so long, Amu

[wu-chi]

Porcupine Tree
Collapse The Light Into Earth

I won't shiver
in the cold
I won't let the shadows
take their toll
I won't cover
my head in the dark
And I won't forget
you when we part

Collapse the Light Into Earth

I won't heal given time
I won't try
to change your mind
I won't feel better
in the cold light of day
But I wouldn't stop you
if you wanted to stay

Collapse the Light Into Earth

[Lars]

Moin!



Eric Bogle

ONE SMALL STAR
==============

When I need to feel you near me
I stand in this quiet place
With the silver light of countless stars
Falling on my face
Though they all shine so brightly
Somehow it comforts me to know
That some who burn the brightest
Died an eternity ago.

CHORUS:
But your light still shines
It's one small star to guide me
And to help me hold back the dark
Your light still shining in my heart.


I'm learning how to live without you
Though I've never thought I could
And even how to smile again
And I never thought I would
And to cherish the heart's memories
That can bring you back to life
Though some caress me gently
And some cut me like a knife.

CHORUS


Can your soul be out there somewhere
Beyond the infinity of time?
I guess you've found some answers now
I'll have to wait for mine
Till my light joins with yours someday
To shine through time and space
And one day fall in a distant age
Upon some stranger's face.

CHORUS

Hoffen wir, daß er recht hat ...


Mit freundlichen Grüßen
Lars

[Will Riker]

Creed - Bullets

Walking around I hear the earth seeking relief
I’m trying to find a reason to live
But the mindless clutter my path
Oh these thorns in my side
I know I have something free
I have something so alive
I think they shoot ‘cause they want it

I feel forces all around me
Come on raise your head
Those who hide behind the shadows
Live with all that’s dead

Look at me…look at me
At least look at me when you shoot a bullet
through my head
Through my head
Through my head
Through my head

In my lifetime when I’m disgraced
By jealousy and lies
I laugh aloud ‘cause my life
Has gotten inside someone else’s mind

Look at me…look at me
At least look at me when you shoot a bullet
through my head
Through my head
Through my head
Through my head

Hey all I want is what’s real
Something I touch and can feel
I’ll hold it close and never let it go
Said why…why do we live life
With all this hate inside
I’ll give it away ‘cause I don’t want it no more
Please help me find a place
Somewhere far away I’ll go and you’ll never see me again

[Lars]

Moin!


Ian Bruce


BLACK FOG
=========

The doctor must think it's out of his hands.
Is that why I'm here?
Does he say there's nothing wrong with me?
Well there is ... you see.

I'm longing to travel - I'm frightened to fly.
I'm too far from help when I'm up in the sky.
I cower from ambition, my yearning to roam.
I feel a little safer when I'm locked in my home.

I'm frightened of failure, I'm scared of success.
I'm somewhere in the middle and my mind is a mess.
Sometimes I get dizzy; I'm gonna fall off my feet.
Some times I'm so scared I'm gonna die in the street.

CHORUS:
Don't sit alone in Black Fog,
Seek the sunshine that's waiting for you.
Relax, forget, ah, so easy to say, I know.
But you, you won't always be feeling this way.
Have faith in yourself!


You're being overwhelmed by your phobias.
You have a fear of the fear.
You're not going mad, you're not physically ill.
You're not going to die and we'll wean you off pills.
We'll lift that fog so you'll clearly see.
So have faith in yourself and have trust in me.

CHORUS


But I take palpitations and I tighten with fright.
You say it won't kill me,
But I still think it might.
I panic and I pace and I phone for the quack.
Because I am so scared of that heart attack.

CHORUS

Mit freundlichen Grüßen
Lars

[cronos]

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? :rolleyes:
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, (http://homepages.compuserve.de/UweSchmengler/wav/sandmann1.mp3)

Lieber Sandmann! (http://homepages.compuserve.de/UweSchmengler/wav/sandmann2.mp3)


http://homepages.compuserve.de/UweSchmengler/sandmann/sm_noten.gif

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.
http://homepages.compuserve.de/UweSchmengler/sandmann/sm_schafe.jpg

[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" (http://forum.spacepub.net/index.php?showtopic=2866) 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 ... :D

@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 (http://web-gestalten.de/cohen/diskogr.html) 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

[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



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!


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 (http://www.musikvonwelt.de) 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.


... (http://www.coquet-shack.com/lyrics/Cash/First_Time_Ever_I_Saw_Your_Face_1990.htm)

[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


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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


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http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B000007QDK.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg

[Loser]

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

von wem ist das?
weiter (http://www.stinanordenstam.com/)


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

[Dr.BrainFister]

ach losi, red kein scheiß. im moment betreibst du selbst etwas zu betont imagepflege. so schnell vergisst du das nicht. die lethargie, das selbstmitleid und die soziophobischen gedankenquälerein quillen aus allen ecken und enden. wenn du meine aussage richtig gelesen hättest, so wäre dir klar geworden, dass ich mich auf viele jahre zurückliegende erfahrungen bezog und keine aktuellen frauenprobleme zellebrieren wollte. wobei ich extra betonte, dass es sich um mädchen und nicht um frauen handelte. da mach ich schon große unterschiede. und wenns für dich jetzt sogar schon ne obsession ist, sich mit dem anderen geschlecht auseinandersetzen, solltest du echt aufpassen, dass du demnächst nicht selbst beim brotschmieren in einen obsessiven rausch verfällst. alles möglich. schließlich macht man das auch fast jeden tag (sofern man brotschmieren mag -allein das ist es wert, bephilosophiert zu werden).

aber eigentlich gehts hier ja um liedtexte:





"Es ist schon viele Jahre her"
Hannes Wader

http://www.musikhaus-heinze.de/shop_bilder/WADER.jpg

Es ist schon viele Jahre her,
daß wir zusammen kamen.
Wir nahmen voneinander viel,
doch haben wir uns nicht verbraucht,
und jede Ungerechtigkeit und jede Kränkung
zahltest du mir noch mit gleicher Münze heim,
und das war gut so, denn du weißt,
in deiner Schuld zu sein,
würd` ich dir nie verzeihn`.

Wenn wir uns einmal wiedersehn`,
wenn du nach vielen Jahren
erst ein Gesicht bekommen hast,
ich mein`s noch nicht verloren hab`,
dann haben wir vielleicht gelernt,
wie man sich weniger bekämpft,
und sich dafür mehr Hilfe gibt,
denn wie ich dich vernichten kann,
das weiß ich viel zu lange schon
nur hab` ich nichts davon.

Wir haben oft daran gedacht,
zusammen alt zu werden.
Ja, man wird alt oder auch nicht,
mich ärgert, daß ich es nicht weiß.
Aber dafür bestimme ich den Tag
an dem ich sterben will.
Wenn ich dann frage: Kommst du mit ?
dann glaub` ich nicht, daß du erschrickst.
Im Grunde geht dies Leben dich
so wenig an wie mich.


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"Talking-Böser-Traum-Blues"
Hannes Wader

Das erste, was ich sah, war ein Kalender an der Wand,
als ich die Augen aufschlug und las gleich, was da stand.
Es war das Jahr 2095 im April,
ich wollte gehen, mir wurde schlecht, ich stolperte und fiel
über irgend etwas Und dann sah ich dass das Ding
eine Lochkarte war, die an meiner Zehe hing.
die steckte ich sofort in den Computer, der da stand
und erfuhr dann auch sofort, warum und wo ich mich hier befand.

Diese Geschichte ist nur ein böser Traum,
ob das denn mal wahr wird, glaub ich kaum.
Denn schon setzen sich Menschen dagegen zur Wehr
und jeden Tag werden es mehr&#33;

Vor hundert Jahren wurde ich so kam es jetzt heraus,
besoffen eingeliefert in dieses Krankenhaus.
Ich hatte keinen Ausweis bei mir, darum hat man mich,
einfach eingefroren, wie es hieß versehentlich.
Ich öffnete die Tür um mich ein wenig umzuschauen,
da saß ein Mann der Zeitung las mit angesengten Brauen.
Er sagte gar nichts und ich berührte seinen Arm
und merkte, dass er tot war, dabei war sein Puls noch warm.

Diese Geschichte ist nur ein böser Traum,
ob das denn mal wahr wird, glaub ich kaum.
Denn schon setzen sich Menschen dagegen zur Wehr
und jeden Tag werden es mehr&#33;

Die Zeitung hob ich auf und las, da wurde mir auch klar,
warum ich gerade jetzt enteist und auferstanden war.
Es war die Rede von der größten Bombenexplosion in der Geschichte
Und dass sie vor einer Stunde schon stattgefunden hatte,
und Ort der Zündung wär,
die allertiefste Stelle im Steinhudermeer.
Durch die Druck- und Hitzewelle, das sieht wohl jeder ein,
Musste all das Eis um mich herum geschmolzen sein.

Diese Geschichte ist nur ein böser Traum,
ob das denn mal wahr wird, glaub ich kaum.
Denn schon setzen sich Menschen dagegen zur Wehr
und jeden Tag werden es mehr.

Ich tappte durch den Korridor, kam in den Krankensaal,
aber da stank es nach Aas, ich sah Leichen überall.
Schon kams mir hoch ich riss ein paar Toilettentüren auf,
leider saß da überall schon ein Toter drauf.
Ich kotzte, wo ich stand, schloss mich in der Dusche ein,
und fragte mich, wies wär, nun auf der Welt allein zu sein.
Ich wusch mich und verbrauchte eine Dose Deospray,
gegen atomare Strahlen vom Scheitel bis zum Zeh.

Als ich mich wieder besser fühlte, ging ich in die Stadt.
Alle Häuser waren aus Plastik, keins war hoch und glatt.
Es war düster auf den Strassen ich sah kaum wohin ich ging,
weil der Atompilz immer noch schwer auf den Dächern hing.
Ich sah im Schaufenster ein Buch mit dem Titel unserer Stadt;
das nahm ich mir, indem ich die Ladentür eintrat.
Moskel hieß die Stadt, las ich und man ahnt es schon,
sie reichte vom Rhein bis tief in die Sowjetunion.

Diese Geschichte ist nur ein böser Traum,
Ob das denn mal wahr wird glaub ich kaum.
Denn schon setzen sich Menschen dagegen zur Wehr
Und jeden Tag werden es mehr.

Ich dachte: Das ist auch nicht mehr alles so wie früher hier?,
dann sah ich ein Pornoheft, beim blättern schien es mir,
Das da alles noch beim alten war,
gleich wurde mir bewusst,
das ich 100 Jahre schlief ohne Sünde, ohne Lust.

Dann erst sah ich, dass ich nackt war und ich schämte mich,
denn auf einem Stuhl hinter mir bemerkte ich
ein Mädchen, das hielt noch in der schwarz und roten Hand,
den aus feuerfestem Material gedruckten Goetheband.

Diese Geschichte ist nur ein böser Traum,
ob das denn mal wahr wird, glaub ich kaum.
Denn schon setzen sich Menschen dagegen zur Wehr
Und jeden Tag werden es mehr.

Ich lief zurück zur Klinik, um ein Mädchen aufzutauen,
Um ohne langes Zögern die Welt neu aufzubauen.
In der Gefrierabteilung zweiter Klasse waren alle tot,
doch fand ich die erste Klasse schnell in meiner Not.
Hier lief als Extrasicherung ein Notstromaggregat,
doch fror ich bei der Kälte nicht als ich den Raum betrat.
Denn 100 Jahre ohne Frau, ihr wisst schon was das heißt,
ein Kolben mit dem hätt ich jeden Gletscher aufgeschweißt.

Doch diese Geschichte ist nur ein böser Traum,
ob das denn mal wahr wird, glaub ich kaum.
Denn schon setzen sich Menschen dagegen zur Wehr
Und jeden Tag werden es mehr.

Doch als ich sah, wer da alles unterm Eise lag,
traf mich die Kälte plötzlich wie ein Hammerschlag.
Alles alte Weiber, die Haut verschrumpelt blau,
das Tal in allen Farben aber unterm Nabel grau.
Da lag die Tankerkönigin mit ihrem Hund im Eis,
mir gefror auf der Stirn der ohnehin schon kalte Schweiß.
Denn die Pille ewiger Jugend, fiel mir plötzlich ein,
könnte ja für diese Monstern schon erfunden sein.

Ich hielt es da nicht lange aus, ging durch die nächste Tür
in den Männersaal, Politiker und Greise lagen hier.
Fast alle wegen Korruption und Meineid abgesägt,
hatten sie sich selber für ne Zeit auf Eis gelegt.
Mit dem Wissen, die Summe ihrer größten Schweinereien
Würde eines Tages, völlig umgedreht als rein
historisch große Tat Durch die Geschichtsbücher gehen,
wenn sie einmal wieder aus dem Eise auferstehen.

Diese Geschichte ist nur ein böser Traum,
ob das denn mal wahr wird, glaub ich kaum.
Denn schon setzen sich Menschen dagegen zur Wehr
Und jeden Tag werden es mehr.

Ich stellte mir voll Ekel diese Kreaturen vor,
sich begattend die Erneuerung der Welt im Chor,
grölend feiern Wechselbälger erzeugen die
ebenso brutal und skrupellos wie sie
die Erde neu bevölkern, diesen guten alten Stern,
um sie nach 1000 Jahren vielleicht wieder zu zerstören.
Und wieder fror ich, rannte grübelnd hin und her,
nicht wissend, wie die Katastrophe zu verhindern wär.
Doch ich suchte, bis ich einen Haufen Holzpflöcke fand,
unten angespitzt, nahm einen Hammer in die Hand,
um den Herrschaften, noch vor Beginn der Nacht
die Hölzer ins Herz zu treiben, wie mans mit Vampiren macht.
Ich ging zum ersten besten, holte aus zum Schlag,
wachte auf und sah, dass ich in der Badewanne lag.
Weil die Ärzte meinen, dass es gut wär das zu tun,
schrieb ich die Geschichte nieder und hier ist sie nun.

Diese Geschichte bleibt nur ein böser Traum,
ob das denn mal wahr wird, glaub ich kaum.
Denn schon setzen sich Menschen dagegen zur Wehr
Und jeden Tag werden es mehr.

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"Eruption"
Die Apokalyptischen Reiter

http://www.rockandmetal.com/images/dieapokalyptischenreiterpic.jpg

Ich hing ab in dieser Stadt
Fernab der Heimat trister Pracht
Ging hernach mich zu erschöpfen
An Sonne, Wind und fremden Götzen.

Die kleine Bar am Felsenrande
Zog lichtwärts mich in ihren Banne
Fröhlichkeit drang in mein Ohr
Erspähte einen Blick durchs Tor.

Eruption

Sternenglanz traf auf mein Bestehen
Blut schoss süß durch meine Venen
Wollt im Augenblick nach Ewigkeit sich sehnen
Raum und Zeit entschwanden – wie alles Flehen.

Tanzend zerrann die Nacht im Fluge
Ekstase gab den Leibern keine Ruhe
Konntest dich nur schwer verstecken
Ach lass mich doch deine Wunden lecken.

Ein Paradies in meiner Hand
Gelitt uns Morgenröte an den Strand
In den Sand schriebst du – Ich liebe dich&#33;
Und rauntest – Es kostet nichts.


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[Loser]

im moment betreibst du selbst etwas zu betont imagepflege.
die frage ist ja ob nun bewusst oder unbewusst. und was wäre nun schlimmer. und scheisse? immer. habe nie was anderes behauptet.


wenn du meine aussage richtig gelesen hättest, so wäre dir klar geworden, dass ich mich auf viele jahre zurückliegende erfahrungen bezog und keine aktuellen frauenprobleme zellebrieren wollte.
ah ha, wenn man immer nur das lesen würde was jemand schreibt, und dann versucht krampfhaft nur zu dem einen satz was zu schreiben, wäre alles irgendwie total sinnfrei. ich spare mir mal die floskel mit dem richtig lesen. was nicht heißen soll das du as nicht schreiben darfst. schreib ruhig. also, was ich sagen wollte, meinen beitrag habe ich geschrieben weil du das "böse frauen" argument hier zum wer weiß wie vielten male bringst. tut mir leid, ich weiß so etwas ist beliebt, ich habe jetzt aber wirklich keine lust nach beweisthemen zu suchen.


solltest du echt aufpassen, dass du demnächst nicht selbst beim brotschmieren in einen obsessiven rausch verfällst.
brote schmieren klappt eigentlich ohne probleme. zumindest noch. einkaufen entwickelt aber immer mal wieder zum problem. dabei mag ich einkaufen wirklich. aber dann ist es ja im schlimmsten, weil man weiß das man ohne nicht kann.

ja ja, ich weiß liedtexte. ohne bedeutung. fand ich bloß ganz nett:


The Fat Lady of Limbourg

Well, I rang up Pantucci
Spoke to Lu-chi
I gave them all
They needed to know

And if affairs are proceeding
As we&#39;re expecting soon enough
The weak spots will show

I assume you understand that we have options on your time
And will ditch you in the harbour if we must

But if it all works out nicely
You&#39;ll get the bonus you deserve
From doctors we trust.

The Fat Lady of Limbourg
Looked at the samples that we sent
And furrowed her brow

You would never believe that
She&#39;d tasted royalty and fame
If you saw her now

But her sense of taste is such that she&#39;ll distinguish with her tongue
The subtleties a spectrograph would miss

And then announce her decision
While demanding her reward
The jellyfish kiss

Now we checked out this duck quack
Who laid a big egg, oh so black
It shone just like gold

And then the kids from the city
Finding it pretty, took it home
And there it was sold

It was changing hands for weeks &#39;till someone left it by their fire
It melted to a puddle on the floor

For it was only a candle
A Roman scandal oh oh oh
Now it&#39;s a pool

That&#39;s what we&#39;re paid for
That&#39;s what we&#39;re paid for
That&#39;s what we&#39;re paid for here

That&#39;s what we&#39;re paid for
That&#39;s what we&#39;re paid for
That&#39;s what we&#39;re paid for here

[chunga]

alte scherben songs:

Radios laufen, Platten laufen,
Filme laufen, TV&#39;s laufen,
Reisen kaufen, Autos kaufen,
Häuser kaufen, Möbel kaufen.
Wofür?

Refrain:
Macht kaputt, was euch kaputt macht&#33;
Macht kaputt, was euch kaputt macht&#33;

Züge rollen, Dollars rollen,
Maschinen laufen, Menschen schuften,
Fabriken bauen, Maschinen bauen,
Motoren bauen, Kanonen bauen.
Für wen?

Refrain?

Bomber fliegen, Panzer rollen,
Polizisten schlagen, Soldaten fallen,
Die Chefs schützen, Die Aktien schützen,
Das Recht schützen, Den Staat schützen.
Vor uns&#33;







Ich habe viele Väter.
Ich habe viele Mütter,
und ich habe viele Schwestern,
und ich habe viele Brüder.
Meine Väter sind schwarz
und meine Mütter sind gelb
und meine Brüder sind rot
und meine Schwestern sind hell.

Refrain:
Ich bin über zehntausend Jahre alt,
und mein Name ist Mensch&#33;
Ich bin über zehntausend Jahre alt,
und mein Name ist Mensch&#33;

Und ich lebe von Licht,
und ich lebe von Luft,
und ich lebe von Liebe,
und ich lebe von Brot.
Ich habe zwei Augen
und kann alles sehn.
Ich habe zwei Ohren
und kann alles verstehen.

Refrain?

Wir haben einen Feind.
Er nimmt uns den Tag,
er lebt von unserer Arbeit,
und er lebt von unserer Kraft.
Er hat zwei Augen,
und er will nicht sehen.
Und er hat zwei Ohren
und will nicht verstehen.

Er ist über zehntausend Jahre alt
und hat viele Namen.
Er ist über zehntausend Jahre alt
und hat viele Namen.

Ich weiß, wir werden kämpfen,
ich weiß, wir werden siegen,
ich weiß, wir werden leben,
und wir werden uns lieben.
Der Planet Erde
wird uns allen gehören,
und jeder wird haben, was er braucht.

Es wird keine zehntausend Jahre mehr dauern,
denn die Zeit ist reif.
Und es wird keine zehntausend Jahre mehr dauern,
denn die Zeit ist reif.

[Amujan]

Song zum gleichnamigen Film

Kilómetro Cero - Ismael Serrano

Madrid, deshabitado como mi colchón
el verano en que me hice mayor,
y ella que ya no llama.

Tanta ciudad y tan poco por hacer,
gente que sueña su siesta y que
mira por la ventana.

Gente que miente por un trozo de calor,
que reza por que pare el ascensor,
atrapado contigo.

Madres que pieden a sus hijos al nacer,
buscando entre tus piernas lo que ayer
han dado por perdido.

Kilómetro Cero,
respira en el centro de la ciudad
el alma que se pierde al escapar.
Kilómetro Cero,
comienzo de los días que han de venir,
la lluvia que se derrama por ti.

Bares en los que la calma y la cerveza
salvan nuestra vida, y mi cabeza
soñando estar bajo tu ropa.

Promesas que se dicen en la cama,
luces que se clavan en tu espalda,
deja que yo te vista ahora.

Bajo unas ruedas mi mala sombra arrojaré,
quizás así interprete ese papel
en el que soy tu abrigo.

Mujeres que quizás hoy no puedas pagar
cuestionan con sus labios la verdad
de que aún seguimos vivos.

Kilómetro Cero,
respira en el centro de la ciudad
el alma que se pierde al escapar.
Kilómetro Cero,
comienzo de los días que han de venir,
la lluvia que se derrama por ti.

Kilómetro Cero,
respira en el centro de la ciudad
el alma que se pierde al escapar.
Kilómetro Cero,
comienzo de los días que vendrán,
la calma que nos trae tu tempestad

Amu

[Acani]

EVANESCENCE - TOURNIQUET

i tried to kill the pain
but only brought more, so much more
i lay dying
and i&#39;m pouring crimson regret and betrayal
i&#39;m dying praying bleeding and screaming
am i too lost to be saved
am i too lost?

my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation
my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation

do you remember me
lost for so long
will you be on the other side
or will you forget me
i&#39;m dying praying bleeding and screaming
am i too lost to be saved
am i too lost?

my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation
my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation

(I want to die)

my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation
my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation

my wounds cry for the grave
my soul cries for deliverance
will i be denied Christ
tourniquet
my suicide



GREEN DAY - TIME OF YOUR LIFE

Good Riddance (Time Of Your Life)
Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road.
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to do.
So make the best of this test, and don&#39;t ask why.
It&#39;s not a question, but a lesson learned in time.

It&#39;s something unpredictable, but in the end is right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind.
Hang it on a shelf of good health and good time.
Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial.
For what it&#39;s worth, it was worth all the while.

It&#39;s something unpredictable, but in the end is right.
I hope you had the time of your life. (3x)

[DRD Pike]

@Amu: Um was geht's bei dem Lied? Meine Spanisch-Kenntnisse sind etwas eingerostet und außerdem bin ich jetzt auch zu faul zum grübeln.


Mein neues Lieblingslied:


Schandmaul - Bin unterwegs

Bin unterwegs und mich umgibt
ein Duft von Freiheit und See.
Mal bin ich hier, mal bin ich dort,
sehr lang verweil' ich nie.

Ihr zeigt mit Fingern hämisch auf mich,
ob der Lumpengestalt.
Und kaum bin ich an euch vorbei,
erwischt die Sehnsucht euch kalt.

Schon bin ich fort, schon bin ich fort.

Ich ziehe meiner Nase nach.
Ich halte sie stets im Wind.
Schlaf ich nich heut, so tu ich's morgen
wo mein Leib hin nieder sinkt.

Völlig frei und ungebunden,
keine Kette, die mich hält.
Ich bin an keinen Eid gebunden,
trampe frei durch diese Welt.

Schon bin ich fort und schon bin ich fort.

Bin unterwegs, bin auf der Reise.
Ich will nirgendwo hin.
Bin unterwegs auf meine Weise,
und das ist der Sinn.
Bin unterwegs
und mich umgibt ein Duft von Freiheit und See.
Die Erde dreht sich rund um mich, in ihrem Mittelpunkt ich steh.

Ich ziehe meine eigenen Wege,
auf keiner Karte er gemalt.
Das Ziel ist vor mir und ich strebe
und doch erreiche ich's nich so bald.

Ich hat noch nie, ich hab keine Sorgen.
Versuch' den Horzizont zu haschen,
atme Luft und schmecke Regen,
hab nur Sand in den Taschen.

Schon bin ich fort und schon bin ich fort.

Bin unterwegs, bin auf der Reise.
Ich will nirgendwo hin.
Bin unterwegs auf meine Weise,
und das ist der Sinn.
Bin unterwegs
und mich umgibt ein Duft von Freiheit und See.
Die Erde dreht sich rund um mich, in ihrem Mittelpunkt ich steh.

Bin unterwegs, bin auf der Reise.
Ich will nirgendwo hin.
Bin unterwegs auf meine Weise,
und das ist der Sinn.
Bin unterwegs
und mich umgibt ein Duft von Freiheit und See.
Die Erde dreht sich rund um mich, in ihrem Mittelpunkt ich steh.

Bin unterwegs, bin unterwegs...



Und mein vorheriges Lieblingslied (find's aber immer noch toll :))



Wir sind Helden - Nur ein Wort

Ich sehe, dass du denkst
Ich denke dass du fühlst
Ich fühle dass du willst
aber ich hör dich nicht ich

hab mir ein Wörterbuch geliehen
dir A bis Z ins Ohr geschrieen
Ich stapel tausend wirre Worte auf
die dich am Ärmel ziehen

Und wo du hingehen willst
Ich häng an deinen Beinen
Wenn du schon auf den Mund fallen musst
Warum dann nicht auf meinen

Oh bitte gib mir nur ein Wort
Bitte gib mir nur ein Oh
Bitte gib mir nur ein
Bitte bitte gib mir nur ein Wort

Es ist verrückt wie schön du schweigst
Wie du dein hübsches Köpfchen neigst
Und so der ganzen lauten Welt und mir
die kalte Schulter zeigst

Dein Schweigen ist dein Zelt
Du stellst es mitten in die Welt

Spannst die Schnüre und staunst stumm wenn
Nachts ein Mädchen drüber fällt

Zu deinen Füssen red ich mich
um Kopf und Kragen
Ich will in deine tiefen Wasser
Große Wellen schlagen

Oh bitte gib mir nur ein Wort

In meinem Blut werfen
die Endorphine Blasen
Wenn hinter deinen stillen
Hasenaugen die Gedanken rasen

Ich find's einfach klasse, wie das Mädel ihre Texte schreibt. Fällt mir eigentlich bei fast jedem Lied immer wieder auf.

[Lars]

Auch wenn sich die Diskussion am diesjährigen "Haupt"-Wahlabend doch zum Teil recht deutlich von dem hier geschilderten unterscheiden, hat Reinhard Mey mit diesem vor 15 Jahren veröffentlichten Lied immer noch oft genug den Nagel auf den Kopf getroffen:

Wahlsonntag (Reinhard Mey)

Ich freu' mich immer mächtig auf den Wahlsonntag,
Denn was ich an dem Tag so ganz besonders mag,
Ist die große Monster-Show, die Fernseh-Live-Diskussion
Mit Vertretern von Regierung und Opposition.
Die strahlen und lachen über beide Schlitzohren,
Sie haben diese Wahl zwar wieder haushoch verloren,
Aber jedesmal erklären sie mir klipp und klar,
Daá sie die wahren Gewinner sind, wie wunderbar!

"Diese Wahl", jubelt der erste, "zeigt uns einwandfrei:
Der Wählertrend geht immer mehr zu uns'rer Partei,
Denn die erdrutschartigen Verluste heute liegen nur
An der ungewöhnlich sonderbaren Wählerstruktur!
Und in dem, was Sie da eine Wahlschlappe nennen,
Ist der Aufwärtstrend doch überdeutlich zu erkennen.
Seh'n Sie, unsere Verluste waren noch niemals so gut,
Der Kurs stimmt, weiter so, dieses Ergebnis macht Mut!"

"Unser Sieg", so bricht es gleich aus einem ander'n heraus,
"Sieht nur auf den ersten Blick wie eine Katastrophe aus.
Vorübergehend sind wir zwar im tiefen Wellental,
Aber dieser Tiefpunkt ist wie ein Hoffnungssignal!
Man darf die Wechselwähler nur nicht wegdiskutieren
Und den Wettereinfluß auf sie aus den Augen verlieren!
Die Massen wollen uns, und das ganz allein zählt -
Und wenn nun heut' nicht gerade Sonntag wär', h„tten sie uns gewählt!"

"Seh'n Sie unsere Hochrechnung 'mal im Zusammenhang:
Das ist eine Auferstehung und kein Untergang!
Der totale Stimmenschwund, der zeigt uns doch indes
Nur einen ganz normalen, segnungsreichen Schrumpfungsprozeß.
Sie seh'n ja selber, alle Analysen zeigen,
Die Einbußen sind noch immer ständig im Steigen.
Und so gesehen und ganz nebenbei bemerkt,
Hat uns diese Niederlage ganz gewaltig gestärkt!"

Und in einem Punkt, da stimmen alle überein:
"Wir können mit dem Wahlausgang zufrieden sein!
Wir haben unser Ziel ganz knapp verfehlt, darauf kam es an!"
Ach, mit wie wenig man Politiker glücklich machen kann!
Denn kommen sie dem Abgrund auch immer dichter,
Sie zeigen uns immer lange, lachende Gesichter
Und geben uns eine Lektion in Genügsamkeit.
Das sag ich hier und heute und aller Deutlichkeit!

[Fenryr]

NOFX - Idiots Are Taking Over

it's not the right time to be sober
now the idiots have taken over
spreading like a social cancer, is there an answer?

Mensa membership exceeding
tell me why and how are all the stupid people breeding
Watson, it's really elementary
the industrial revolution
has flipped the bitch on evolution
the benevolent and wise are being thwarted, ostracized, what a bummer
the world keeps getting dumber
insensitivity is standard and faith is being fancied over reason

darwin's rollin over in his coffin
the fittest are surviving much less often
now everything seems to be reversing, and it's worsening
someone flopped a steamer in the gene pool
now angry mob mentality's no longer the exception, it's the rule
and i'm startin to feel a lot like charlton heston
stranded on a primate planet
apes and orangutans that ran it to the ground
with generals and the armies that obeyed them
followers following fables
philosophies that enable them to rule without regard

there's no point for democracy when ignorance is celebrated
political scientists get the same one vote as some Arkansas inbred
majority rule, don't work in mental institutions
sometimes the smallest softest voice carries the grand biggest solutions

what are we left with?
a nation of god-fearing pregnant nationalists
who feel it's their duty to populate the homeland
pass on traditions
how to get ahead religions
And prosperity via simpleton culture

the idiots are takin over ...

[Amujan]

ÜBRIGENS: Ich weiss nciht ob ihr Musikhörer es schon wusstet, aber es gibt ein SUPI Tool für Songtexte, was ich euch mal ans Herz legen wollte.

Evil Lyrics

http://www.evillabs.sk/evillyrics/

dieses kleine Progrämmchen startet ihr einfach zu eurem MP3 - AAC - WMA - Weiss der Teufel was für ein Format ihr favorisiert - Player und es durchforstet online diverse Datenbanken nach dem Song und liefert euch prompt den Text auf den Bildschirm, manchmal existiert sogar eine Karaoke Datei, die auf eine bestimme Länge des Songs angeglichen wurde (muss man halt mal überprüfen) und dann Zeile für Zeile im richigen Zeitablauf ausgibt.

So, dann habe ich auch mal wieder einen Songtext.


Künstler: James Blunt
Album: Back To Bedlam
Titel: No Bravery

There are children standing here,
Arms outstretched into the sky,
Tears drying on their face.
He has been here.
Brothers lie in shallow graves.
Fathers lost without a trace.
A nation blind to their disgrace,
Since he's been here.

And I see no bravery,
No bravery in your eyes anymore.
Only sadness.

Houses burned beyond repair.
The smell of death is in the air.
A woman weeping in despair says,
He has been here.
Tracer lighting up the sky.
It's another family's turn to die.
A child afraid to even cry out says,
He has been here.

And I see no bravery,
No bravery in your eyes anymore.
Only sadness.

There are children standing here,
Arms outstretched into the sky,
But no one asks the question why,
He has been here.
Old men kneel to accept their fate.
Wives and daughters cut and raped.
A generation drenched in hate.
since he has been here.

And I see no bravery,
No bravery in your eyes anymore.
Only sadness.

Der einzige Song vom Back to Bedlam - Album mit direktem Bezug zu Blunt's Erfahrungen als Soldat im Kosovokrieg.

Amu

[Armitage]

bin zur zeit total auf Portishead und Pj Harvey weil ich nach langem suchen die cds wiedergefunden hab in meinem chaos:


Portishead/Sour Times:

To pretend no one can find,
The fallacies of morning rose,
Forbidden fruit, hidden eyes,
Courtesies that I despise in me
Take a ride, take a shot now.

‘Cause nobody loves me,
It's true,
Not like you do.

Covered by the blind belief,
That fantasies of sinful screens,
Bear the facts, assume the dye,
End the vows no need to lie, enjoy,
Take a ride, take a shot now.

‘Cause nobody loves me,
It's true,
Not like you do.

Who oo am I, what and why?
‘Cause all I have left is my memories of yesterday,
Ohh these sour times.

‘Cause nobody loves me,
It's true,
Not like you do.

After time the bitter taste,
Of innocence decent or race,
Scattered seed, buried lives,
Mysteries of our disguise revolve,
Circumstance will decide.

‘Cause nobody loves me,
It's true,
Not like you do

‘Cause nobody loves me,
It's true,
Not like you

‘Cause nobody loves me,
It's true,
Not like you do


PJHarvey/The Mess We´re In

( Thom Yorke )
Can you hear them
The helicopters
I'm in New York
No need for words now
We sit in silence
You look me
In the eye directly
You met me
I think it's Wednesday
The evening
The mess we're in
And ooooh...

( PJ Harvey )
The city sunset over me
The city sunset over me

( Thom Yorke )
Night and day
I dream of
Making love
To you now baby
Love making
On screen
Impossible dream
And I have seen
The sunrise over the river
The freeway
Reminding of
This mess we're in
And ooooh...

( PJ Harvey )
The city sunset over me
The city sunset over me

( PJ Harvey )
The city sunset over me
The city sunset over me

( PJ talking / Thom singing...together )
What were you wanting / What was that you wanted
I just wanna say
Don't ever change now baby
I'd thank you
I don't think we will meet again
And you must leave now
Before the sun rises
Over the skyscrapers
And the city landscape comes into view
Sweat on my skin
Oh
This mess we're in
Ooooh...

( PJ Harvey )
The city sunset over me
The city sunset over me
The city sunset over me
The city sunset over me