Welcher Song hat den besten Text?

[Devil]

Eurer Meinung nach?

 

[Bischoff]

Die Toten Hosen

Kein Alkohol ist auch keine Lösung! Ich hab es immer wieder versucht. Kein Alkohol ist auch keine Lösung! .....

 

[theGegen]

Na super...

..eine Umfrage, die wieder einmal etwas Ultimatives küren will, obwohl gerade der Text je nach individuellem Zugang oder Berührung eine gänzlich unterschiedliche Wirkung entfalten kann.

Was mich betrifft, so habe ich seit jeher den Bands und Interpreten meinen Vorzug gegeben, die neben (mir) gefälligen Tönen auch gute Texte zu bieten hatten.
Nicht mal bewusst oder ursächlich; zunächst gefiel mir immer die Musik und erst danach stellte ich mitunter fest, dass der Text ein genaues Lesen wert ist: im Optimalfall stellt sich eine Symbiose ein zwischen dem Inhalt des Textes und dem Transport durch die Töne.

Robert Forster (von den Go-Betweens) und David Lowery (Camper van Beethoven ---> Cracker) waren und sind nicht zuletzt aufgrund ihrer Stories (plus Witz, plus Atmo) Langzeitfavoriten von mir und auch bei anderen Bands und Künstlern ist die Langzeitwirkung größer, wenn sie gute Texte haben.
Nu' aber mal zwei Beispiele, von den erwähnten Kandidaten:

 

[theGegen]

The Clarke Sisters

Lyrics by The Go-Betweens (Robert Forster)

They had problems with their father's law.
They sleep in the back of a feminist bookstore.
The Clarke Sisters
The eldest sister keeps a midnight vigil.
The youngest sister she's not spiritual.
The Clarke Sisters.
Their steel grey hair, their lovely steel grey hair.
The Clarke Sisters.
Why don't I introduce you
I'm sure they won't mind.
But don't you dare, laugh at their collections
Handed down, handed down for love.
The middle sister gets her period blood.
The flood of love. The flood of love.
The Clarke Sisters.
Their steel grey hair, their lovely steel grey hair.
The Clarke Sisters.
The afternoon world, the bees have stung the softball girls.
The midnight world, the crystal ball down the wooden hall.
The treehouse stands, their early childhood, were treehouse plans.
And right above,
The Clarke Sisters, handed down to love.
Handed down to love. Handed down to love.

 

[theGegen]

The Big Dipper

lyrics by Cracker (David Lowery)

Cigarettes and carrot juice
Get yourself a new tattoo
For those sleaveless days of June
I'm sitting on the cafe Zeno steps
With a book I haven't started yet
Watching all the girls walk by

Could I take you out
I'd be yours without a doubt
On that big dipper
And if the sound of this it frightens you
We could play it real cool
And act somewhat indifferent

And hey June
Why'd you have to come
Why'd you have to come around so soon
I wasn't ready for all this nature
The terrible green-green grass
The violent blooms of flower dresses
And afternoons that make me sleepy

But we could wait awhile
Before we push that dog turn-style
Into the passage
The thousands they have tread
And others sometimes fled
Before the turn came

And we could wait our lives
Before a chance arrives
Before the passage
From the top you can see Monterey
And think about San Jose
Although I know it's not that pleasant

And hey Jim Kerouac
Brother of the famous Jack
So he likes to say, "Lucky bastard"
He's sitting on the cafe Zeno steps
With a girl that I'm not over yet
Watching all the world go by

"Boy you're looking bad
Did I make you feel that sad?
I'm honestly flattered."
But if she asks me out
I'd be hers without a doubt
On that big dipper

Cigarettes and carrot juice
Get yourself a new tattoo
For those sleeveless days of June
I'm sitting on the cafe Zeno steps
I haven't got the courage yet (3x)

Die Musik dazu: Cracker - The Big Dipper

 

[theGegen]

Ein sehr cleverer Text ist folgender der prima Gruppe Stars, weil es eine Geschichte aus 2 unterschiedlichen Perspektiven erzählt. Dazu muss man wissen, dass in 1. und Refrain eine Frau singt und in der 2 Strophe ein Mann.

Elevator Love Letter - Stars

1. I'm so hard for a rich girl.
My heels are high, my eyes cast low
and I don't know how to love.
I get too tired after mid-day, lately
I take it out on my good friends,
but the worst stays in or where would I begin?

My office glows all night long.
It's a nuclear show and the stars are gone.
Elevator, elevator, take me home.

2. I'm so hot for the rich girl,
Her heels so high and my hopes so low,
'Cause I don't know how to love.
I'll take her home after midnight
and if she likes, I'll tell her lies
of how we'll be in love by the morning.
I don't think she'll know that I'm saying goodbye...

My office glows all night long
It's a nuclear show and the stars are gone.
Elevator, elevator, take me home.
[x2]

Don't go. Say you'll stay.
Spend a lazy Sunday in my arms,
I won't take anything away.

Don't go. Say you'll stay.
Spend a lazy Sunday in my arms,
don't take anything away..


Musik: Stars - Elevator Love Letter

Edith meint, sie habe ein nettes Gimmick im Video gefunden. Der Mann hat etwas auf seinem Unterarm stehen. Es heißt: "set yourself on fire". Siehe dazu auch nachfolgenden Stars-Song.

 

[Gravitz]

jadakiss-why hat keinen schlechten text.

 

[John Lennon]

Wacht auf, Verdammte dieser Erde,
die stets man noch zum Hungern zwingt!
Das Recht wie Glut im Kraterherde
nun mit Macht zum Durchbruch dringt.
Reinen Tisch macht mit den Bedrängern!
Heer der Sklaven, wache auf!
Ein Nichts zu sein, tragt es nicht länger
Alles zu werden, strömt zuhauf!

Völker, hört die Signale!
Auf zum letzten Gefecht!
Die Internationale
erkämpft das Menschenrecht.

Es rettet uns kein höh'res Wesen,
kein Gott, kein Kaiser noch Tribun
Uns aus dem Elend zu erlösen
können wir nur selber tun!
Leeres Wort: des Armen Rechte,
Leeres Wort: des Reichen Pflicht!
Unmündig nennt man uns und Knechte,
duldet die Schmach nun länger nicht!

Völker, hört die Signale!
Auf zum letzten Gefecht!
Die Internationale
erkämpft das Menschenrecht.

In Stadt und Land, ihr Arbeitsleute,
wir sind die stärkste der Partei'n
Die Müßiggänger schiebt beiseite!
Diese Welt muss unser sein;
Unser Blut sei nicht mehr der Raben,
Nicht der mächt'gen Geier Fraß!
Erst wenn wir sie vertrieben haben
dann scheint die Sonn' ohn' Unterlass!

Völker, hört die Signale!
Auf zum letzten Gefecht!
Die Internationale
erkämpft das Menschenrecht.

 

[theGegen]

Ein Bestandteil meiner Signatur entstammt ebenfalls eines Stars - Songs. Wie ihr im unteren YouTube-Link hören und sehen könnt, wird ein einleitender Satz gesprochen, welcher lautet: "When there's nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire".

Your Ex-Lover Is Dead - Stars

God that was strange to see you again
Introduced by a friend of a friend
Smiled and said 'yes I think we've met before'
In that instant it started to pour,
Captured a taxi despite all the rain
We drove in silence across Pont Champlain
And all of the time you thought I was sad
I was trying to remember your name...

This scar is a fleck on my porcelain skin
Tried to reach deep but you couldn't get in
Now you're outside me
You see all the beauty
Repent all your sin

It's nothing but time and a face that you lose
I chose to feel it and you couldn't choose
I'll write you a postcard
I'll send you the news
From a house down the road from real love...

Live through this, and you won't look back...
Live through this, and you won't look back...
Live through this, and you won't look back...

There's one thing I want to say, so I'll be brave
You were what I wanted
I gave what I gave
I'm not sorry I met you
I'm not sorry it's over
I'm not sorry there's nothing to save

I'm not sorry there's nothing to save...

Stars - Your Ex-Lover's dead

Edith: Hatte vorher den falschen Link....

 

[theGegen]

Stars zum Dritten. Weil sie thematisch recht verschiedene und schnörkellos komplette Kurzgeschichten erzählen können. Hier ihre gleichzeitig hymnische, wie zynische "Ich gehe aus und will Spaß haben" - Variante:

Take Me To The Riot - Stars

Grey skies and light fading, headlamps making patterns on the wall
Uptown it's dead now but, out here no one seems to care at all
Slick girls and sick boys and each one lining up to take it home
They hold tight their coin and pray no one has to see the fall
I'm there, yeah I serve them, the one with the empty looking eyes
Come closer, you'll see me: the face that is used to telling lies

Saturday nights in neon lights, Sunday in the cell
Pills enough to make me feel ill, cash enough to make me well
Take me, take me to the riot
Take me...

You sprung me, I'm grateful
I love when you tell me not to speak
I owe you but I know you, you'll have me back but it's gonna take a week
What now kid?, which way love?
Will we ever make up and be friends?
Good news is my shoes is lined with all my nickels and my tens
Let's do them! Just feed me... I hate when I have to go to sleep
You despise me and I love you
It's not much but it's just enough to keep...

Saturday nights in neon lights, Sunday in the cell
Pills enough to make me feel ill, cash enough to make me well
Take me, take me to the riot
And let me stay...

Stars - Take me to the riot

 

[theGegen]

Auch eine komplette (abgefahrene) Story erzählte Robert Forster mit den Go-Betweens im Erstling "Send me a lullabye" von 1982. Dazu habe ich leider keinen Ton...


Eight Pictures - The Go-Betweens

I suspected for some time
that you had other lovers
But I didn't know that those men in your room
weren't really your brothers
And I was working
in the ice-rink
spring and summer that year
And I remember
some of those dates
and others are still very clear

I shot you with my camera
Caught you doing things with him
I shot you with my camera
Caught you doing things with him
And you can't complain
You can't cry
'cause cameras never lie

I was going to every school there was
Not trying to catch up
You can't quit while you're ahead
You're still young
And you were seeing the actor
Same publicity shot for six years
And I didn't have any courage
Just respect for his age

I shot you with my camera
Caught you making love with him
I shot you with my camera
Caught you doing things with him
And you can't complain
You can't cry
'cause cameras never lie

You were wearing those leather boots
I'd hid them on the floor
Running to someone to grab their arm
and telling them what you were here for
And so I drove the big car
and parked it way up front
And when is a door not a door ?
When it's ajar

I shot you with my camera
Caught you making love with him
And I shot you with my camera
Caught you doing things with him
And you can't complain
You can't cry
'cause cameras never lie

Eight pictures
Got eight pictures
Eight pictures
Eight pictures

 

[Nico1]

Bester amerikanischer HipHop-Text: The Coup - Me and Jesus the Pimp in a '79 Granada last Night

[ Boots ]
Well, he was smilin' like a vulture as he rolled up the horticulture
Ignited it, and said, "I hope the vapors don't insult ya"
What I replied denied, but he mixin weed and hop
His head was noddin' up and down like he agreed a lot
Bored, said, "We need a plot," I comply, "Let's leave the spot"
Hopped in the Granada, he's impressed by the beat I got
His name is "hay-zoos" but his pimp name is "gee-zus"
Slapped a hoe to pieces with his plastic prosthesis
"Nigga don't you know that I'm your daddy?" said he
This is true, plus he schooled me for my mackin' degree
"Never plea, try not to flee, make niggaz pee when you stick around"
This man my momma had found taught me to put it down
I press the gas to the ground to show that I'm a hound
Makin' sure that Europe sound is heard throughout the town
Thirty years ago, Jesus could pull a hoe quick
But now he 50 and his belly hangs lower than his dick
Philosophy that he spit stuck in my memory chips
And now he puttin' in a disk of Gladys Knight and the Pips
Then that shit starts to skip, he said, "Somebody musta scratch it"
Put the 40 to his lips and poured his consience down the hatchet
Well since my adolescence, cause of his pimp lessons
smack my woman in the dental just for askin' silly questions
Relationship reduction to either rock the box or suction
Ain't got no close partners, socially I can't function
From the pen he would scribe, on how to survive:
"Don't be Microsoft, be Macintosh with a hard drive"
Used to tell me all the time to keep a bitch broke
Did I mention that my momma was his number one hoe?
Clunked the 40 on the flo' and placed his palm on the dash
and wheezed out, "C'mon man, make this motherfucker mash!"
Ain't gon' mash too fast, cause my tags ain't right
Me and Jesus the Pimp in a '79 Granada last night

Chorus: *sung* (2X)

Oakland do you wanna ride?
I can't hear you! Oakland do you wanna ride tonight?

[ Boots ]
City lights from far way can make you drop yo' jaw
Sparklin' like sequins on a transvestite at Mardi Gras
There's beauty in the cracks of the cement
When I was five I hopped over them wherever we went to prevent
whatever it was that could break my momma's back
Little did I know that it would roll up in a Cadillac
And matta-fact, she couldn't see him like a cataract
And on the track, she went from beautiful to battleaxe
And back at home, she would cry into her pillow
Vomit in the commode, I was six years old
I would crawl onto her lap and we would hug and hold
Never knew how she was suffering for my food and clothes
She asked me what I thought of Jesus when he broke off some bread
I said, "He missin' a arm, and he seem like a pee-pee head"
She said, "Don't cuss," and my teeth to go brush
And get ready for bed, and the toilet to flush
With tears in Momma's eyes, I was her everything
Before she went out on the stroll
[ Lyrics found at www.mp3lyrics.org/Fbf ]
She'd tuck me into bed and sing:

You're just too beautiful for words (4X)

I see the red and white lights as the ambulance flies
Reminds me of midnight in a dopefiend's eyes
And my 9-year-old self as paramedics leave
Left to ball my eyes out on a neighbor's sleeve
To give illustrations that are clear and clean
I'll take you two hours back before this scene
Early in the morning when the sun starts to creep
When the birds start to chirp and crackheads go to sleep
Moms was comin' in I heard her keys go clink
Wearin' nothin' but pumps, bikini, and fake mink
Even though she served, for fifty dollars-a-pop
Hardly had enough for rent after Jesus re-copped
That day the landlady got her rent befo' he got his knot
Slammed Momma's head against the front bolt lock
Then the pimp wit' one arm done harm
Reached back and plowed into her head like a farm
Never saw the act, locked in the back, I was cussin'
Heard the blap blap of twenty headcrack percussion
and body blows, her body froze from bolo's to the spine
I was hysterically cryin', all she could do was whine
She didn't even have the strength to say, "I love you Boo"
But I said it to her and she knew that I knew
She was dead by the time the ambulance got on the case
But I never will forget the plastic hand stuck in her face
Stop at the intersection to ask Jesus 'bout directions
"Go to Frisco" (I got very friendly vocal inflections)
Mob a left at MacArthur to continue in flight
Me and Jesus the Pimp in a '79 Granada last night

Chorus

[ Boots ]
The rain dropped giant pearls, God was pissin' on the world
Or that old man who was snorin' rolled on over and earled
My temperature gage read "cold and blistery"
Spinnin' wheels made each piece of asphalt history
This was Jesus debut out the penitentiary
Fifteen years, but it seem like a century
See, he went in the pen for some other murder drama
Twelve years old I wrote him quote I wanna be a pimp comma
You accidentally killed my mom, no playa hation points
You know how bitches act, shit exclamation points
At first it was a set up move, then it was the truth
His letters were the only friend I had as a youth
But his lopsided game, see, was really counterfeit
So my little son Dominic thinks that I'm a dick
Cause I was runnin' 'round like a little baby Jesus
To me women had to be saints, hoes, or skeezers
And I don't think that it's gon' end till we make revolution
But who gon' make the shit if we worship prostitution?
Ain't no women finna die for the same ol' conclusion
Put they life on the line so some other pimp could use 'em
Pulled into a vacant lot, the road to recovery
Pulled out my pistol as we brushed against the shrubbery
Jesus said, "Why the hell you pointin' a gat?"
So I pulled a piece of game I could use out the hat
I said, "This trip is over, we ain't finna ride on
This is for my mental and my momma that I cried on
Microsoft motherfuckers let bygones be bygones
but since I'm Macintosh, I'ma double click your icons"
He struggled for life, then gave up the fight
Me and Jesus the Pimp in a '79 Granada last night

Chorus

[ Boots ]
And I still remember momma

You're much too beautiful for words (4X)

Bester deutscher HipHop-Text: Die Fantastischen Vier - Individuell aber schnell (Blumentopf - Manfred Mustermann ist auch top)
ist euch schon mal aufgefalln was eigentlich so geht
wenn ihr am samstag abend an der glotze rumdreht
was am kiosk an der ecke in der auslage steht
da weiss ich zwar woher der wind aber nicht wohin er weht
da seh ich titten und titten ich seh so viele titten
wenn du denkst das war schon immer so dann hast du dich geschnitten
ich kann mich noch erinnern überhaupt nicht lange her
da gabs noch keine nackten superstars wie prince madonna cher
du brauchst jetzt nicht gleich denken ich sei viel zu verklemmt
denn wer mich näher kennt der weiss ich bin nicht so gehemmt
über alles was ich sage hab ich gründlich nachgedacht
und ich finde mit sex wird viel zu viel skrupellos geld gemacht
denn sex verkauft ne zeitung sex verkauftn video
mit sex verkauft man alles denn sex verkauft sich sowieso
und wenn was nicht gut läuft und ists der größte ******
dann ist mit großer sicherheit der werbeträger heiß
ich mach die augen auf und schau wie ist die lage
da erkenn ich dann das prinzip von angebot und nachfrage
alles was die werbung tut ist zielgruppen abchecken
um dann bei möglichst vielen leuten kaufreiz zu erwecken
die werbung spielt dir vor dass du brauchst was du nicht hast
und wenn du das produkt nicht kaufst dass du was verpasst
ist das produkt ne illustrierte und eigentlich nicht so toll
dann macht man halt das magazin vorn mit titten voll
diese strategie liefert illusionen satt
und beschreibt einen zustand den die realität nicht hat
und zwar die ganze gegend ist voll mit geilen leibern
doch bist du grad nicht angesagt dann kriegste keine leider
dazu musst du schon was leisten nicht so sein wie die meisten
musstn geilen body haben und gewichte reissen
raus aus den klamotten und rein in das solarium
optik ist das hauptkriterium sagt dir dein medium

freizügikeit ist positiv doch eile mit weile
aufklärung statt verklärung ist die eine seite der medaille
ich liebe den konsum und medienvernetzung
doch nach meiner einschätzung führt das auch zur medialen versexung
jetzt stell ich mir mal vor ich wär in der pubertät
es wär noch nicht viel los mit meiner individualität
meine verschärfte umgebung die würde mich entnerven
die normalheit meines körpers vielleicht aus der bahn werfen
vielleicht käm ich auf dumme gedanken weil ich mich hässlich find
weil die leute im musikvideo halt doch die schönsten sind
dann schau ich aufs coupé und seh im kabel fern
und stelle fest hey kopulieren ist modern
dann les ich das zeug an sommer und denk die sind aber schnell
bei Smudo war in diesem alter yps mit gimmick aktuell
da schreibt ein junges mädchen zwölf oder wenig mehr
sie hättn süßen freund und sie will geschlechtsverkehr
wie geht das mit dem höhepunkt sie hat nämlich noch keinen
ja hat sie denn mit zwölf schon locken zwischen ihren beinen
eine andre sie ist vierzehn schreibt ihr freund lässt sie im stich
und sie will wissen ob sie das kind behalten soll oder nicht
das alter bei der nächsten ganz egal jedenfalls
steckt sie nach dem essen immer ihren finger in den hals
das problem das sie hat und das ist doch der witz
sie findet auf der schule keinen wie von den new kids
idealisiere nicht die falschen werte
und mach in einer schwachen phase blo%szlig; nicht das verkehrte
frustriert irritiert drangsaliert strapaziert
weil die meinungsmache das bewusstsein umfunktioniert
sei individuell aber schnell nicht bloss sexuell
potentiell intellektuell reel originell
keine heuchelei prahlerei wichtigtuerei
sei immer gut dabei mit andern worten fühl dich frei

Traurige Songs:
Sinead O'Connor - Nothing compares to you (auch wenn ich das verdammte "mama" im letzten Absatz nicht verstehe?!)
It's been seven hours and fifteen days
Since you took your love away
I go out every night and sleep all day
Since you took your love away
Since you been gone I can do whatever I want
I can see whomever I choose
I can eat my dinner in a fancy restaurant
But nothing ...
I said nothing can take away these blues,
'Cause nothing compares ...
Nothing compares to you

It's been so lonely without you here
Like a bird without a song
Nothing can stop these lonely tears from falling
Tell me baby where did I go wrong?
I could put my arms around every boy I see
But they'd only remind me of you
went to the doctor guess what he told me
Guess what he told me?
He said, girl, you better have fun
No matter what you do
But he's a fool ...
'Cause nothing compares ...
Nothing compares to you ...

All the flowers that you planted, mama
In the back yard
All died when you went away
I know that living with you baby was sometimes hard
But I'm willing to give it another try
'Cause nothing compares ...
Nothing compares to you

Neil Young - Don't let it bring you down
Old man lying by the side of the road
With the lorries rolling by,
Blue moon sinking from the weight of the load
And the building scrape the sky,
Cold wind ripping down the allay at dawn
And the morning paper flies,
Dead man lying by the side of the road
With the daylight in his eyes.

Dont let it bring you down
Its only castles burning,
Find someone whos turning
And you will come around.

Blind man running through the light of the night
With an answer in his hand,
Come on down to the river of sight
And you can really understand,
Red lights flashing through the window in the rain,
Can you hear the sirens moan?
White cane lying in a gutter in the lane,
If youre walking home alone.

Dont let it bring you down
Its only castles burning,
Just find someone whos turning
And you will come around.

Dont let it bring you down
Its only castles burning,
Just find someone whos turning
And you will come around.

 

[hardcorer]

Wacht auf, Verdammte dieser Erde,
die stets man noch zum Hungern zwingt!
Das Recht wie Glut im Kraterherde
nun mit Macht zum Durchbruch dringt.
Reinen Tisch macht mit den Bedrängern!
Heer der Sklaven, wache auf!
Ein Nichts zu sein, tragt es nicht länger
Alles zu werden, strömt zuhauf!

Völker, hört die Signale!
Auf zum letzten Gefecht!
Die Internationale
erkämpft das Menschenrecht.

Es rettet uns kein höh'res Wesen,
kein Gott, kein Kaiser noch Tribun
Uns aus dem Elend zu erlösen
können wir nur selber tun!
Leeres Wort: des Armen Rechte,
Leeres Wort: des Reichen Pflicht!
Unmündig nennt man uns und Knechte,
duldet die Schmach nun länger nicht!

Völker, hört die Signale!
Auf zum letzten Gefecht!
Die Internationale
erkämpft das Menschenrecht.

In Stadt und Land, ihr Arbeitsleute,
wir sind die stärkste der Partei'n
Die Müßiggänger schiebt beiseite!
Diese Welt muss unser sein;
Unser Blut sei nicht mehr der Raben,
Nicht der mächt'gen Geier Fraß!
Erst wenn wir sie vertrieben haben
dann scheint die Sonn' ohn' Unterlass!

Völker, hört die Signale!
Auf zum letzten Gefecht!
Die Internationale
erkämpft das Menschenrecht.

das hatte ich vor geraumer zeit mal in geschichte

 

[MadFerIt]

You are hardcore, you make me hard.
You name the drama and I'll play the part.
It seems I saw you in some teenage wet dream.
I like your get-up if you know what I mean.
I want it bad.
I want it now.
Oh can't you see I'm ready now.
I've seen all the pictures, I've studied them forever.
I wanna make a movie so let's star in it together.
Don't make a move 'til I say "Action."
Oh here comes the Hardcore life.
Put your money where your mouth is tonight.
Leave your make-up on and I'll leave on the light.
Come over here babe and talk in the mic.
Oh yeah I hear you now.
It's gonna be one hell of a night.
You can't be a spectator. Oh no.
You got to take these dreams and make them whole
Oh this is Hardcore -
there is no way back for you.
Oh this is Hardcore -
this is me on top of you
and I can't believe it took me this long.
That it took me this long.
This is the eye of the storm.
It's what men in stained raincoats pay for
but in here it is pure. Yeah.
This is the end of the line.
I've seen the storyline played out so many times before.
Oh that goes in there.
Then that goes in there.
Then that goes in there.
Then that goes in there.
And then it's over.
Oh, what a hell of a show
but what I want to know:
what exactly do you do for an encore?
Cos this is Hardcore.

 

[liberalmente]

mir persönlich gefällt zz herbert grönemeyer sehr.

ich will gar nicht ganze texte von ihm zitieren, mir geht es mehr um textausschnitte bzw. sätze. zb bei mensch "es ist schon ok, es tut gleichmäßig weh" oder bei stück vom himmel "die erde ist freundlich. warum wir eigentlich nicht?"

bei guten texten ist es mir auch egal ob es meine politische gesinnung trifft, wie zb bei dylan und blowin in the wind: "how many times can a man turn his head and pretend that he just doens't see"


da bisher immer ganze texte gepostet wurden will ich da aber auch nicht nachstehen. die zwei lieder sind mir gerade recht spontan gekommen, weiß nicht ob mir bei näherem nachdenken vielleicht noch mehr bzw bessere lieder kommen.

david gray - say hello and wave goodbye

das lied ist gecovert von soft cell, ich finde aber die david gray version um welten besser

Standing at the door of the pink flamingo
Crying in the rain
It was a kind of so so love,
And Im gonna make sure it doesnt happen again.

You and I had to be the standing joke of the year.
You were a run around,
A lost and found.
And not for me I feel.

Take your hands off me, please
I dont belong to you, you see.

Take a look in my face, for the last time.
I never knew you., you never knew me.
Say hello, goodbye.

Say hello and wave goodbye.

We tried to make it work, you in a cocktail skirt.
And me in a suit, and it just wasnt me.
Youre used to wearing less, and now your lifes a mess.
So insecure you seem.

I put up with all the scenes,
This is one scene,
Thats goin to be played my way

Take your hands off me, please
I dont belong to you, you see.

Take a look in my face, for the last time.
I never knew you., you never knew me.
Say hello, goodbye.

Say hello and wave goodbye.
Say hello and wave goodbye.

Under the deep red light,
I can see the make up slidding down.
Well hey little girl, you will will always make up
So take off that unbecoming frown.

As for me well, Ill find some one
Whos not going cheap in the sales.
A nice little house wife, wholl give me a steady life.
And not keep going off the rails.

Take your hands off me, please
I dont belong to you, you see.

Take a look in my face, for the last time.
I never knew you., you never knew me.
Say hello, goodbye.

Say hello and wave goodbye.
Say hello and wave goodbye.
Say hello and wave goodbye.
Wave goodbye.
Say hello and wave goodbye.
Say hello, wave goodbye.
Goodbye.
Say goodbye.
Say goodbye.

We were born before the wind.
Who were we to understand.
We were born before the wind
Say goodbye.

Through the rain, hail, sleet and snow,
Say good bye.
And Im trying, trying, trying
To say goodbye.
Say goodbye.
Say goodbye.
Say goodbye.

In the wind and the rain my darling.

Say goodbye.

In the wind and the rain my darling..



als zweites noch: tracy chapman - fast car

finde ich persönlich noch eine spur besser als der gray song, vorallem da der text richtig tiefgang hat.


You got a fast car
I want a ticket to anywhere
Maybe we make a deal
Maybe together we can get somewhere

Anyplace is better
Starting from zero got nothing to lose
Maybe we'll make something
But me myself I got nothing to prove

You got a fast car
And I got a plan to get us out of here
I been working at the convenience store
Managed to save just a little bit of money
We won't have to drive too far
Just 'cross the border and into the city
You and I can both get jobs
And finally see what it means to be living

You see my old man's got a problem
He live with the bottle that's the way it is
He says his body's too old for working
I say his body's too young to look like his
My mama went off and left him
She wanted more from life than he could give
I said somebody's got to take care of him
So I quit school and that's what I did

You got a fast car
But is it fast enough so we can fly away
We gotta make a decision
We leave tonight or live and die this way

I remember we were driving driving in your car
The speed so fast I felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder
And I had a feeling that I belonged
And I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone

You got a fast car
And we go cruising to entertain ourselves
You still ain't got a job
And I work in a market as a checkout girl
I know things will get better
You'll find work and I'll get promoted
We'll move out of the shelter
Buy a big house and live in the suburbs
You got a fast car
And I got a job that pays all our bills
You stay out drinking late at the bar
See more of your friends than you do of your kids
I'd always hoped for better
Thought maybe together you and me would find it
I got no plans I ain't going nowhere
So take your fast car and keep on driving

You got a fast car
But is it fast enough so you can fly away
You gotta make a decision
You leave tonight or live and die this way

 

[mister.d]

Einer meiner Lieblingstexte:

Maeckes - Versteh sie einfach nicht

[Maeckes singing]
Und ich versteh sie einfach nicht (x4)

[Verse One]
Ich versteh diese Menschen nicht, wie sie herumrennen
mit abgebrochenen Antennen,
in den Kellern ihrer Selbst, sich nicht anerkennend,
aber sich erkennend an den Tränen und dem verklemmten Lächeln
Ich versteh diese Menschen nicht, sie erwarben ihr Leben auf Kredit,
doch sie bezahlen nicht ab,
Sie zahlen es zurück, Stück für Stück suchen sie wahres Glück,
und wenn sie es haben schmeißen sie es weg.
Ich versteh diese Menschen nicht, sie geben Liebe, um Liebe zu kriegen,
führen Kriege um Kriege zu führen,
reden, damit sie sich beim Reden zuhören können, sie tun alles nur für sich
Ich versteh diese Menschen nicht, sie funktionieren weder in Massen noch allein,
weder getrennt noch vereint,
sie funktionieren nicht, und wenn, nur um sich fortzupflanzen,
um sich zu morden und zu hassen
Ich versteh diese Menschen nicht, mit ihren verschiedenen Fahnen
kämpfen sie mit kriegerischem Elan für Frieden auf Erden,
traun sich nicht aufzustehen, doch liegen im Sterben,
sie träumen lieber von ihrer Auferstehung
Ich versteh diese Menschen nicht, sie trauern wegen ihrer Beerdigung,
im Voraus - ihr Leben lang
Eine lebenslange Todesstrafe für jeden,
abzusitzen auf Bewährung für des Menschen Bestehen
Ich versteh diese Menschen nicht,

[Maeckes singing]
Und ich versteh sie einfach nicht (x4)

[Chorus x2]
Ich versteh diese Menschen nicht,
Seh die Idee hinter den Menschen nicht
Doch kann auch nicht wegschauen,
denn einer dieser gottverdammten Menschen bin ich
Somit wird die Suche nach Erkenntnis zur Pflicht

[Verse Two]
Ich versteh diese Menschen nicht, sie geben für Führer ihre Stimme ab,
und schweigen ein Leben lang,
Ich versteh diese Menschen nicht, sie sehnen sich nach Ansehen,
Doch verlieren was anderes aus den Augen: Tränen,
Jeder von denen hält sich für den Auserwählten,
Aber schweigt um nicht aufzufallen
Ich versteh diese Menschen nicht, diese Leute stehen unterm Joch von König Schönheit,
doch sie stürzen ihn nicht wegen Prinz Ipientroye,
diese Leute sanieren Regierungsgebäude bevor sie Krankenhäuser bauen,
Ich versteh diese Menschen nicht, wie sie Tag ein Tag aus,
Arbeit und Einsamkeit aushalten, Tag aus Tag ein,
jede Gelegenheit nutzen mal auszuteilen,statt Leid auch mal zu teilen
Ich versteh diese Menschen nicht, sie brauchen soviel Aufmerksamkeit, doch können nur wenig schenken,
Ich versteh diese Menschen nicht, sie geben selten was auf Ehrlichkeit,
doch gegen Aufpreis gern Aufmerksamkeit.
Ich versteh diese Menschen nicht,
Aber einer dieser Menschen bin ich

[Chorus x2]
Ich versteh diese Menschen nicht,
Seh die Idee hinter den Menschen nicht
Doch kann auch nicht wegschauen,
denn einer dieser gottverdammten Menschen bin ich
Somit wird die Suche nach Erkenntnis zur Pflicht

 

[MadFerIt]

meine lieblings-lyrics, best of oasis:

We live in the shadows and we had the chance and threw it away
And it's never gonna be the same
Cos the years are following by like the rain
hello

Maybe I just wanna fly, wanna live don't wanna die
Maybe I just wanna breath, maybe I just don't believe
live forever

Now that you're mine we'll find a way of chasing the sun
Let me be the one that shines with you
In the morning we don't know what to do
slide away

Is it worth the aggravation to find yourself a job when there's nothing worth working for?
cigarettes & alcohol

Bound with all the weight of all the words he tried to say
Chained to all the places that he never wished to say
Bound with all the weight of all the words he tried to say
And as faced the sun he cast no shadow
cast no shadow

Some might say they don't believe in heaven
Go and tell it to the man who lives in hell
Some might say you get what you've been given
If you don't get yours I won't get mine as well
some might say

I don't know what it is that makes me feel alive
I don't know how to wake the things that sleep inside
I only wanna see the light that shines behind your eyes
acquiesce

Day by day there’s a man in a suit who’s gonna make you pay
For the thoughts that you think and the words they won’t let you say
listen up

And I bow down to the tears of a clown
Whatever's going down is coming around
I hope you don't regret today for the rest of your lives
headshrinker

all we know is that we don't know how it's gonna be
please brother let it be life on the other hand
won't make us understand we're all part of the masterplan
the masterplan

My pulse pumps out a beat to the ghost dancer
My eyes are dead and my throat's like a black hole
And if there's a god would he give another chancer
An hour to sing for his soul
gas panic

Slowly walking down the hall, faster than a cannonball
Where were you while we were getting high?
champagne supernova

 

[Mello]

Traurige Songs:
Sinead O'Connor - Nothing compares to you (auch wenn ich das verdammte "mama" im letzten Absatz nicht verstehe?!)
It's been seven hours and fifteen days
Since you took your love away
I go out every night and sleep all day
Since you took your love away
Since you been gone I can do whatever I want
I can see whomever I choose
I can eat my dinner in a fancy restaurant
But nothing ...
I said nothing can take away these blues,
'Cause nothing compares ...
Nothing compares to you

It's been so lonely without you here
Like a bird without a song
Nothing can stop these lonely tears from falling
Tell me baby where did I go wrong?
I could put my arms around every boy I see
But they'd only remind me of you
went to the doctor guess what he told me
Guess what he told me?
He said, girl, you better have fun
No matter what you do
But he's a fool ...
'Cause nothing compares ...
Nothing compares to you ...

All the flowers that you planted, mama
In the back yard
All died when you went away
I know that living with you baby was sometimes hard
But I'm willing to give it another try
'Cause nothing compares ...
Nothing compares to you

Der Text (und auch die Musik) ist von Prince: )

 

[Manu]

Eine solche Frage kann sich ja nur jeder selbst beantworten, daher möchte ich mit meinem folgenden Beispiel nicht darauf bestehen, dass es der beste Text in einem Lied ist, sondern dass es einfach ein für mich schöner Text ist.
Zudem trifft hier auch meiner Meinung nach eine tolle Symbiose zwischen Text und Ton ein.
Wobei es schwer war, einen von Sage Francis' Texten auszuwählen. Für mich ein Poet.

I keep moving. I go from house to house.
I stay committed like one foot in, one foot out. I bounce (bounce).
Yeah, I'm leaving this place.
Divorce papers falling out my briefcase.

Miss Intuition, the half-truth harlot.
Got her suspicions. Lacks proof but wants it.
I've been practicing grabbin' the noose when the knot slips.
Rewiring my mind to make the firing squad miss.
And while they're busy reloading I'm decoding
the messages she sent with this key I keep holding.
But it's a copy and the lock seems broken.
Got me chokin' on discussions I cannot keep open.
I'm fully clothed in this cock-tease moment.
The last cigarette sits between my lips, but I will not smoke it.
While it dangled I got strangled by a second hand.
Broke the ropes when I held my breath and let my chest expand.
I threw the stogie to the lonely hitman for hire.
Told him that he owed me and he showed me his hand's on fire.
We didn't shake on it. He nodded. I nodded back.
He lit the cigarette with his finger tip and dropped the gat.
I started walking the tracks you should've tied me to.
I waited for a train to hop but stopped to say good-bye to you.
When I turned my head, I heard what you said:
"Murder him dead and try to do it with the girl in his bed."
So I fled as I remembered one should never look back.
There's no direction home only blood on the tracks.
Stuck in the past, I jetted and left the red footprints
for them to follow. Headed toward tomorrow
when I took sips from the flask
you bought me on my sober anniversary.
Her dad tracks my scent. She's got her old man in search of me.
He knows where I'm headed. He's been there.
King of the home, sits on his throne like it's an electric chair.
I'm the heir to that domestic death sentence.
I see people accepting lethal injections. Dead in seconds.
They confused prison for a bed and breakfast.
Used their one call on voicemail to see who left a message.
Could it be her? Could it be!? They're desperate.
Mad at me because they lack a strategy for exit.
Nobody pregnant, nobody get burped.
I got lost on this head trip but I won't talk to an expert.
My legs hurt cuz I've been walking with cement boots,
ever since you lured me to the water bed to get cute.
She had a wet suit and dry disposition,
but couldn't execute that type of mission.
It's no small time thing organizing my ending
My book of life is a "Choose Your Own Adventure" with a circular section.
You can tell your friends I walked all over you,
but you know that's not what these boots were made to do.
In fact, you had them crafted at the store.
You said, "Baby, slip 'em on," but I don't know what you take me for.
I knew what was up once I felt nailed to the floor,
and since the key didn't work I kicked my way through the door.

I keep moving. I go from house to house.
I stay committed like one foot in, one foot out. I bounce (bounce).
Yeah, I'm leaving this place.
Divorce papers falling out my briefcase.

I keep moving. I go from house to house.
I stay committed like one foot in, one foot out. I bounce (bounce).
Yeah, I'm leaving this place.
Divorce papers falling the **** out my briefcase.

I am no destination.
I am just the journey.
So don't go settling on me, love.
Nah, don't go settling on me.

I am no destination.
I am just the journey.
So don't go settling on me, love.
Nah, don't go settling on me.

I am no destination.
I am just the journey.
So don't go settling on me, love.
Nah, don't go settling on me.

Speak of me in your travels.
Take pictures if you please.
But don't go settling on me, love.
Nah, don't go settling on me.

 

[Mello]

Der Junge mit der Gitarre - Hallo, worum gehts? Ich bin dagegen!

Gegen Pay TV und Werbung
Gegen Endemol Verklärung
Gegen Casting Agenturen
Gegen Schlager und die Puren
Gegen Leute ohne Meinung
Gegen jegliche Erscheinung

Gegen alles gegen jeden
Ich bin absolut dagegen

Gegen frisch gereimte (Nords?)
Gegen Skinheads ohne Anstand
Gegen Regeln die nichts regeln
Gegen Schwestern die nicht flegeln
Gegen Menschen die verwalten
Gegen Schalter die nicht schalten

Ich bin einfach gegen alles
Auch im Falle eines Falles

Hallo worum gehts ich bin dagegen
Hallo worum gehts ich bin dagegen
Gegen Alles gegen Jeden
Ich bin absolut dagegen
Hallo, worum gehts
Ich bin dagegen dagegen dagegen

Gegen Sicherheitsfanatik
Gegen brav und gegen artig
Gegen Bonzen die nicht teilen
Gegen Ärzte die nicht heilen
Gegen funktionelle Bürger
Gegen Hänker gegen Würger

Ich bin grundsätzlich dagegen
Ich verweigere den Segen

Gegen flache Pladitüden
Gegen Norden, gegen Süden
Gegen atomare Rüstung
Gegen Frauen ohne Brüstung
Gegen Mobbing und Schikane
Gegen Wehrdienst für die Fahne

Ich bin contra aus Prinzip
Und selbst gegen dieses Lied

Hallo worum gehts ich bin dagegen
Hallo worum gehts ich bin dagegen
Gegen Alles gegen Jeden
Ich bin absolut dagegen
Hallo worum gehts
Ich bin dagegen dagegen dagegen

Alle Ja-Sager sind Gegner
Jeder Skeptiker ein Freund
Heute Nacht hab ich von Farben
Nur im negativ geträumt
Jede Seite der Medaille
Schau ich an und will sie sehn
Siehst du nur die eine Seite
Werd ich gegenüber stehn
Gegenüber stehn
Gegenüber stehn
Gegenüber stehn

Hallo worum gehts
Ich bin dagegen
Dagegen!!!


DJMDG ist sicherlich textlich gesehen nicht der größte Poet und auch dieser Song hat sicherlich nicht den vielschichtigsten Text.
Aber die Stelle, die ich fett markiert habe, ist einfach perfekt auf den Punkt gebracht, einfach genial. Kürzer und präziser kann man es nicht ausdrücken!