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[derrick brooks]

einer der romantischsten songs


close to you (the carpenters)

Why do birds suddenly appear
Every time you are near?
Just like me, they long to be
Close to you.

Why do stars fall down from the sky
Every time you walk by?
Just like me, they long to be
Close to you.

On the day that you were born
The angels got together
And decided to create a dream come true
So they sprinkled moon dust in your hair of gold
And starlight in your eyes of blue.

That is why all the girls in town
Follow you all around.
Just like me, they long to be
Close to you.

On the day that you were born
The angels got together
And decided to create a dream come true
So they sprinkled moon dust in your hair of gold
And starlight in your eyes of blue.

That is why all the girls in town
Follow you all around.
Just like me, they long to be
Close to you.
Just like me (Just like me)
They long to be
Close to you.

Wahhhhhhhhhhh, close to you.
Wahhhhhhhhhhh, close to you.
Hahhhhhhhhhhh, close to you.
Lahhhhhhhhhhh, close to you.

 

[MadFerIt]

the stone roses - i am the resurrection
Down down, you bring me down
I hear you knocking at my door and I cant sleep at night
Your face, it has no place
No room for you inside my house I need to be alone

Dont waste your words I dont need anything from you
I dont care where youve been or what you plan to do

Turn turn, I wish youd learn
Theres a time and place for everything Ive got to get it through
Cut loose, youre no use
I couldnt stand another second in your company

Dont waste your words I dont need anything from you
I dont care where youve been or what you plan to do

Stone me, why cant you see
Youre a no-one nowhere washed up baby whod look better dead

Your tongue is far too long
I dont like the way it sucks and slurps upon my every word

Dont waste your words I dont need anything from you
I dont care where youve been or what you plan to do

I am the resurrection and I am the light
I couldnt ever bring myself to hate you as Id like

I am the resurrection and I am the light
I couldnt ever bring myself to hate you as Id like

 

[theGegen]

Ein komplettes Western-Drehbuch in 29 Zeilen:

Powderfinger - Neil Young
--------
Look out, Mama, there's a white boat comin' up the river
With a big red beacon, and a flag, and a man on the rail
I think you'd better call John,
'Cause it don't look like they're here to deliver the mail
And it's less than a mile away
I hope they didn't come to stay
It's got numbers on the side and a gun
And it's makin' big waves.


Daddy's gone, my brother's out hunting in the mountains
Big John's been drinking since the river took Emmy-Lou
So the Powers That Be left me here to do the thinkin'
And I just turned twenty-two
I was wonderin' what to do
And the closer they got,
The more those feelings grew.


Daddy's rifle in my hand felt reassurin'
He told me, Red means run, son, numbers add up to nothin'
But when the first shot hit the docks I saw it comin'
Raised my rifle to my eye
Never stopped to wonder why.
Then I saw black,
And my face splashed in the sky.


Shelter me from the powder and the finger
Cover me with the thought that pulled the trigger
Think of me as one you'd never figured
Would fade away so young
With so much left undone
Remember me to my love,
I know I'll miss her.

 

[twinpeaks]

Stimmt, Powderfinger ist ein richtig schönes Neil Young-Epos.

Bei mir würde auf jeden Fall "The End" von den Doors bzw. Jim Morrison einen der vorderen Plätze belegen:

This is the end, beautiful friend.
This is the end, my only friend,
The end, of our elaborate plans,
The end, of everything that stands,
The end, no safety or surprise,
The end.
I'll never look into your eyes again.

Can you picture what will be,
So limitless and free,
Desperately in need
Of some stranger's hand,
In a desperate land.

Lost in a Roman wilderness of pain,
And all the children are insane,
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah.

There's danger on the edge of town,
Ride the King's highway, baby.
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway West, baby.

Ride the snake,
Ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby.
The snake is long, seven miles.
Ride the snake,
He's old, and his skin is cold.

The West is the best,
The West is the best,
Get here, and we'll do the rest.
The blue bus is callin' us,
The blue bus is callin' us.
Driver, where you taking us?

The killer awoke before dawn,
He put his boots on.
He took a face from the ancient gallery,
And he walked on down the hall.
He went into the room
Where his sister lived and
Then he
Paid a visit to his brother,
And then he,
He walked on down the hall, yeah.
And he came to a door,
And he looked inside.

"Father?"
"Yes, son"
"I want to kill you
Mother, I want to… WAAAAAA"
Uh, well, all right, yeah!
Come on, mom, yeah!

C'mon, baby, take a chance with us,
C'mon, baby, take a chance with us
C'mon, baby, take a chance with us and
Meet me at the back of the blue bus.
Doin' a blue rock
On a blue bus.
Doin' a blue rock,
C'mon, yeah…

Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!

This is the end, beautiful friend,
This is the end, my only friend,
The end, it hurts to set you free,
But you'll never follow me.
The end of laughter and soft lies,
The end of nights we tried to die.
This is the end.

 

[theGegen]

Stimmt, Powderfinger ist ein richtig schönes Neil Young-Epos.....

Neils Texte sind oft kryptisch, zynisch, voller starker Bilder aber auch manchmal schonungslos autobiographisch (die Songs über seinen schwerstbehinderten Sohn z.B. "Transformer Man", der nur vermittels elektrischer Geräte sich bewegen oder kommunizieren kann)

Und nicht zuletzt verschwimmen in Youngs Songs die Grenzen zwischen Fiktion, Bildern und realem Erleben, sehr prägnant z.B im Text zu Thrasher, wo er persönliche Dinge in Bezug auf Crosby, Stills & Nash anspricht und dies mit der Historie der Siedlertrecks nach Kalifornien vermixt.

Thrasher - Neil Young
----------------------

They were hiding behind hay bales,
They were planting
in the full moon
They had given all they had
for something new
But the light of day was on them,
They could see the thrashers coming
And the water
shone like diamonds in the dew.

And I was just getting up,
hit the road before it's light
Trying to catch an hour on the sun
When I saw
those thrashers rolling by,
Looking more than two lanes wide
I was feelin'
like my day had just begun.

Where the eagle glides ascending
There's an ancient river bending
Down the timeless gorge of changes
Where sleeplessness awaits
I searched out my companions,
Who were lost in crystal canyons
When the aimless blade of science
Slashed the pearly gates.

It was then I knew I'd had enough,
Burned my credit card for fuel
Headed out to where the pavement
turns to sand
With a one-way ticket
to the land of truth
And my suitcase in my hand
How I lost my friends
I still don't understand.

They had the best selection,
They were poisoned with protection
There was nothing that they needed,
Nothing left to find
They were lost in rock formations
Or became park bench mutations
On the sidewalks
and in the stations
They were waiting, waiting.

So I got bored and left them there,
They were just deadweight to me
Better down the road
without that load
Brings back the time
when I was eight or nine
I was watchin' my mama's T.V.,
It was that great
Grand Canyon rescue episode.

Where the vulture glides descending
On an asphalt highway bending
Thru libraries and museums,
galaxies and stars
Down the windy halls of friendship
To the rose clipped by the bullwhip
The motel of lost companions
Waits with heated pool and bar.

But me I'm not stopping there,
Got my own row left to hoe
Just another line
in the field of time
When the thrasher comes,
I'll be stuck in the sun
Like the dinosaurs in shrines
But I'll know the time has come
To give what's mine.

 

[twinpeaks]

Ja, "Thrasher" kommt doch auch in einer schönen Szene dieses Dennis Hopper-Films von Ende der 70er ("Out of the Blue") vor.
Ich lege noch mal was von Neil drauf:

Cortez the Killer

He came dancing across the water
With his galleons and guns
Looking for the new world
And the palace in the sun.
On the shore lay Montezuma
With his coca leaves and pearls
In his halls he often wandered
With the secrets of the worlds.
And his subjects gathered 'round him
Like the leaves around a tree
In their clothes of many colors
For the angry gods to see.
And the women all were beautiful
And the men stood straight and strong
They offered life in sacrifice
So that others could go on.
Hate was just a legend,
War was never known.
People worked together
And they lifted many stones.
Then they carried them to the flatlands
But they died along the way
Then they built up with their bare hands
What we still can't do today.
And I know she's living there
And she loves me to this day
I still can't remember where
Or how I lost my way.
He came dancing across the water
Cortez, Cortez
What a killer.

 

[theGegen]

David Lowery (Camper van Beethoven & Cracker) schreibt auch hervorragende Texte. Oft zynisch, mit z.T. albernem Hippie-Humor und brillianten Wortspielen ("I can see the light at the end of the tunnel now, hope it's not a train").

Ein Beispiel seiner 2. Band Cracker habe ich bereits lobend erwähnt (Big Dipper), jetzt ein Text mit seiner Erstband Camper van Beethoven.

Camper Van Beethoven - All Her Favorite Fruit lyrics

I drive alone, home from work
And I always think of her
Late at night I call her
But I never say a word
And I can see her squeeze the phone between her chin and shoulder
And I can almost smell her breath faint with a sweet scent of decay
She serves him mashed potatoes
And she serves him peppered steak, with corn
Pulls her dress up over her head
Lets it fall to the floor
And does she ever whisper in his ear all her favorite fruit
And all the most exotic places they are cultivated
And I'd like to take her there, rather than this train
And if I weren't a civil servant, I'd have a place in the colonies
We'd play croquet behind white-washed walls and drink our tea at four
Within intervention's distance of the embassy
The midday air grows thicker with the heat
And drifts towards the line of trees
When negroes blink their eyes, they sink into siesta
And we are rotting like a fruit underneath a rusting roof
We dream our dreams and sing our songs of the fecundity
Of life and love
Of life and love
Of life and love

 

[Max Power]

Ein Song, der mich mit den Lyrics immer wieder berührt, ist "The Gift" von Seether:

Hold me now I need to feel relief
Like I never wanted anything
I suppose I'll let this go and find a reason I'll hold on to
I'm so ashamed of defeat
And I'm out of reason to believe in me
I'm out of trying to get by

I'm so afraid of the gift you give me
I don't belong here and I'm not well
I'm so ashamed of the path I'm living on
I'm right on the wrong side of it all

I can't face myself when I wake up
And look inside a mirror
I'm so ashamed of that thing
I suppose I'll let it go
Until I have something more to say for me
I'm so afraid of defeat
And I'm out of reason to believe in me
I'm out of trying to defy

I'm so afraid of the gift you give me
I don't belong here and I'm not well
I'm so ashamed of the path I'm living on
I'm right on the wrong side of it all

Hold me now I need to feel complete
Like I matter to the one i need

 

[Cânhamo]

Von Pete Seeger:

Where have all the flowers gone
Long time passing
Where have all the flowers gone
Long time ago
Where have all the flowers gone
Young girls picked them, every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?

Where have all the young girls gone
Long time passing
Where have all the young girls gone
Long time ago
Where have all the young girls gone
Gone to young men, every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?

Where have all the young men gone
Long time passing
Where have all the young men gone
Long time ago
Where have all the young men gone
Gone to soldiers, every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?

Where have all the soldiers gone
Long time passing
Where have all the soldiers gone
Long time ago
Where have all the soldiers gone
Gone to graveyards, every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?

Where have all the graveyards gone
Long time passing
Where have all the graveyards gone
Long time ago
Where have all the graveyards gone
Gone to flowers, every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?

 

[Cânhamo]

Der Liedtext hier hat allerdings auch beachtliches Niveau:

David Garrick - Rüdesheim liegt nicht an der Themse

Musik: Hans Blum
Text: Hans Bradtke

Rüdesheim liegt nicht an der Themse,
und das ist schade,
dann wär' der Weg für mich nicht gar so weit.
Rüdesheim liegt nicht an der Themse,
drum muß ich reisen von Zeit zu Zeit:

An den Rhein, an den Rhein,
da gibt's Mädchen, da gibt's Wein;
doch bei mir, doch bei mir
in old England trinkt man Bier.
Doch nicht nur, doch nicht nur,
nein, man trinkt auch Whisky pur
anstatt Wein, wie in Rüdesheim am Rhein.

Rüdesheim liegt nicht an der Themse,
und das ist traurig,
so muß ich rüber über den Kanal.
Rüdesheim liegt nicht an der Themse
ich aber reise noch hundertmal:

An den Rhein, an den Rhein, ...

Rüdesheim liegt nicht an der Themse,
das ist ein Jammer,
denn auch die Drosselgasse ist so weit.
Rüdesheim liegt nicht an der Themse,
drum muß ich reisen von Zeit zu Zeit:

An den Rhein, an den Rhein,
da gibt's Mädchen, da gibt's Wein
weit und breit, weit und breit
Frohsinn und Gemütlichkeit.
Jeder Kuß, jeder Kuß
ist ein himmlischer Genuß,
wenn man Wein trinkt zu Rüdesheim am Rhein.


(c) 1970 by Edition Primus Rolf Budde KG, Berlin

:cool4: :ricardo: panik: :laugh2:

 

[Who]

Take Me To The Riot - Stars

groß !

ähnliches "Thema" im entfernten Sinne :

Adele : Hometown Glory

Missing out the cracks in the pavement
And tutting my heel and strutting my feet
"Is there anything I can do for you dear? Is there anyone I can call?"
"No and thank you, please Madam. I ain't lost, just wandering"

Round my hometown
Memories are fresh
Round my hometown
Ooh the people I've met
Are the wonders of my world
Are the wonders of my world
Are the wonders of this world
Are the wonders of my world

I like it in the city when the air is so thick and opaque
I love to see everybody in short skirts, shorts and shades
I like it in the city when two worlds collide
You get the people and the government
Everybody taking different sides

Shows that we ain't gonna stand shit
Shows that we are united
Shows that we ain't gonna take it
Shows that we ain't gonna stand shit
Shows that we are united

Round my hometown
Memories are fresh
Round my hometown
Ooh the people I've met

Are the wonders of my world
Are the wonders of my world
Are the wonders of this world
Are the wonders of my world


Anna Ternheim : Better be

Me and you
I better laugh in 20 years from now
with some perspective and dedication
I will find somebody new

It better be someone special
He Better be coming very soon
It better be for real this time
Oh I know, it always was with you

You or no one
I hope I'm wrong before I die of boredom
I wantmore than
days and nights when I amuse
myself alone

He better be someone special
He better be devoted just like you
It better be for real this time
Oh I know, it always was with you

Friends forever, oh no
another girl will change your mind
in less than half the summer
So before you fall in love, I wonder
when you asked for
something that I couldn't give you
more of
Me and you
I talk as if it's now but nothing is new

She better be someone special
She better be more in love than me
And if I was your brightest hour
she is now, as far as I can see



the postal service : Such great heights

I am thinking it's a sign
That the freckles in our eyes
Are mirror images
And when we kiss they're perfectly aligned.

And I have to speculate
That God Himself did make
Us into corresponding shapes
Like puzzle pieces from the clay.

And true it may seem like a stretch
But it's thoughts like this that catch
My troubled head when you're away
And when I am missing you to death.

And when you are out there on the road
For several weeks of shows
And when you scan the radio
I hope this song will guide you home.

They will see us waving from such great heights
"Come down now" they'll say
But everything looks perfect from far away
"Come down now" but we'll stay

I tried my best to leave
This all on your machine
But the persistent beat
It sounded thin upon the sending.

And that frankly will not fly
You'll hear the shrillest highs
And lowest lows with the windows down
And this is guiding you home.

They will see us waving from such great heights
"Come down now" they'll say
But everything looks perfect from far away
"Come down now" but we'll stay

They will see us waving from such great heights
"Come down now" they'll say
But everything looks perfect from far away
"Come down now" but we'll stay

They will see us waving from such great heights
"Come down now" they'll say
But everything looks perfect from far away
"Come down now" but we'll stay



David Gray - This Year´s love

This year's love had better last
Heaven knows it's high tide
I've been waiting on my own too long
When ya hold me like you do
It feels so right
I start to forget
How my heart gets torn
When that hurt gets flowin
Feeling like ya can't go on

Turning circles and time again
It cut like a knife oh now
If ya love me, got to know for sure
Cause it takes something more this time
Than sweet, sweet lies
Before I open up my arms and fall
Losing all control
Every dream inside my soul
When ya kiss me
On that midnight street
Sweep me off my feet
Singing ain't this life so sweet

This year's love had better last
This year's love had better last

Cause who's to worry
If our hearts get torn
When that hurt gets flowin
Don't ya know this life goes on
Won't ya kiss me
On that midnight street
Sweep me off my feet
Singing ain't this life so sweet

This year's love had better last
This year's love had better last
This year's love had better last
This year's love had better last



Foo Fighters - Times like theese


I, I'm a one way motorway
I'm a road that drives away
and follows you back home

I, I'm a streetlight shinin'
I'm a White Light Blinding Bright
Burning Off and On

(Uh huh Huh)

(Chorus)
It's Times like these You Learn to live again
It's Times Like these You Give and Give again
It's Times like these You learn to love again
It's Times Like these time and time again

I, I'm a new day risin'
I'm a brand new sky to hang
The stars upon tonight

I, I'm a little divided
Do I stay or run away
And leave it all behind

(Uh huh Huh)

It's Times like these You Learn to live again
It's Times Like these You Give and Give again
It's Times like these You learn to love again
It's Times Like these time and time again

(OOOooos)

(Uh huh Huh)

It's Times like these You Learn to live again
It's Times Like these You Give and Give again
It's Times like these You learn to love again
It's Times Like these time and time again

(Screamed)It's Times like these You Learn to live again
It's Times Like these You Give and Give again
It's Times like these You learn to love again
It's Times Like these time and time again

(Whispered)It's Times like these You Learn to live again
It's Times Like these You Give and Give again
It's Times like these You learn to love again
It's Times Like these time and time again


viele Texte "funktionieren" aber schlicht beim hören des Liedes oder in bestimmten Situationen. Und dann auch nur wenn man bereit ist die Intention des Liedes hinzunehmen bzw zu schätzen weiß. Wer einen Song mit leichtem bis mittelschweren "Gaga" Anteil nicht zu schätzen weiß dem werden solche auch nicht zusagen, wer hoffnungsloser Zyniker ist der wird bei "ehrlichen"/"echten" Liebesliedern auch nicht gerade schwärmen Und während man gerade bei singer-songwritern (und deren weiblichen pendants) stark auf den Text achtet muss ein guter Rock-songtext keinen Literaturpreis gewinnen sondern muss die Stimmung des Lieds auf den Punkt bringen.

 

[thumbs-up]

The Sisters of Mercy - "Some kind of stranger"

And yes I believe in what we had
But words got in the way
And only yesterday
As I was leaving
Lord knows I've tried to say
but I've heard a million conversations
Going where they've been before
Seen the way that careful lingers
Undecided at the door

And all I know for sure
All I know for real
Is knowing doesn't mean so much
When placed against the feeling
The heat inside
When bodies meet
When fingers touch

All my words are secondhand and
Useless in the face of this
Rationale and rhyme and reason
Pale beside a single kiss
And I've heard so many things
I fail to understand at all
I'd settle anytime for
Unknown footsteps in the hall outside

And all I know for sure
All I know for real
Is knowing doesn't mean so much
When placed against the feeling
The heat inside
When bodies meet
When fingers touch

Because the world is cruel and
Promises are broken
Don't try to tell me
Anything don't try to tell me
You'll be true to me you know the
Real truth is never spoken
And I know the world is cold but
If you hold on tight to what you
Find you might not mind too much though
Even this must pass away and
Memories may last for years but
Names are just for souvenirs
Some kind of angel let me
Look into your eyes
Don't give me whys and wherefores
Reason or surprise
I don't care for words that don't belong
And I don't care what you're called
Tell me later if at all
I can wait a long long time
Before I hear another love song

Come here I think you're beautiful
My door is open wide
Some kind of angel come inside

Come here I think you're beautiful
I think you're beautiful beautiful
Some kind of angel come inside

 

[Cânhamo]

Heimatlos sind viele auf der Welt,
heimatlos und einsam wie ich.
Überall verdiene ich mein Geld,
doch es wartet keiner auf mich.

Keine Freunde, keine Liebe,
keiner denkt an mich das ganze Jahr.
Keine Freunde, keine Liebe,
wie es früher, früher einmal war.

Hoffnungslos ist keiner auf der Welt.
Einmal kommt für jeden die Zeit.
Und ich weiß, ich weiß das Schicksal hält
auch für mich noch einmal bereit:

Ein paar Freunde, eine Liebe,
daran denke ich das ganze Jahr.
Ein paar Freunde, eine Liebe,
wie es früher, früher einmal war.

Ein paar Freunde, eine Liebe,
ein Zuhause, ein Glück.

("Heimatlos" von Freddy Quinn)

 

[twinpeaks]

Bob Dylan - My Back Pages

Crimson flames tied through my ears
Rollin high and mighty traps
Pounced with fire on flaming roads
Using ideas as my maps
Well meet on edges, soon, said i
Proud neath heated brow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
m younger than that now.

Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth
Rip down all hate, I screamed
Lies that life is black and white
Spoke from my skull. I dreamed
Romantic facts of musketeers
Foundationed deep, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
Im younger than that now.

Girls faces formed the forward path
From phony jealousy
To memorizing politics
Of ancient history
Flung down by corpse evangelists
Unthought of, though, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
Im younger than that now.

A self-ordained professors tongue
Too serious to fool
Spouted out that liberty
Is just equality in school
Equality, I spoke the word
As if a wedding vow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
Im younger than that now.

In a soldiers stance, I aimed my hand
At the mongrel dogs who teach
Fearing not that Id become my enemy
In the instant that I preach
My existence led by confusion boats
Mutiny from stern to bow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
Im younger than that now.

Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats
Too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking
I had something to protect
Good and bad, I define these terms
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
Im younger than that now.

 

[liberalmente]

vielleicht nicht der beste text aller zeiten (den kann es sowieso nicht geben), aber ein sehr guter, finde ich:



the shins - so says i

An address to the golden door
I was strumming on a stone again
Pulling teeth from the pimps of gore when hatched
A tragic opera in my mind...
And it told of a new design
In which every soul is duty bound
To uphold all the statues of boredom therein lies
The fatal flaw of the red age

Because it was nothing like we'd ever dremt
Our lust for life had gone away with the rent we hated
And because it made no money nobody saved no one's life.

So we burned all our uniforms
And let nature take its course again
And the big ones just eat all the little ones
That sent us back to the drawing board.

In our darkest hours
We have all asked for some
Angel to come
Sprinkle his dust all around
But all our crying voices they can't turn it around
And you've had some crazy conversations of your own.

We've got rules and maps and guns in our backs
But we still can't just behave ourselves
Even if to save our own lives so, says I, WE ARE A BRUTAL KIND.

Cuz this is nothing like we'd ever dremt
Tell Sir Thomas More we've got another failed attempt
Cuz if it makes them money they might just give you life this time.


dazu auch ein wunderschönes und trauriges video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K-P15e6NvtU

 

[Cânhamo]

Hobo's Lullaby (von Goebel Reeves, bekannt geworden durch Woody Guthrie)


Go to sleep you weary hobo
Let the towns drift slowly by
Can't you hear the steel rail humming
That's a hobo's lullaby

Do not think about tomorrow
Let tomorrow come and go
Tonight you're in a nice warm boxcar
Safe from all the wind and snow

I know the police cause you trouble
They cause trouble everywhere
But when you die and go to heaven
You won't find no policemen there

I know your clothes are torn and ragged
And your hair is turning grey
Lift your head and smile at trouble
You'll find happiness some day

So go to sleep you weary hobo
Let the towns drift slowly by
Don't you feel the steel rail humming
That's a hobo's lullaby

 

[boman]

Für mich eines der motivierendsten lieder überhaupt.

Jimmy Eat World - A Praise Chorus

Are you gonna live your life wondering,
Standing in the back,
Looking around?

Are you gonna waste your time thinking,
How you’ve grown up,
Or how you missed out?

Things are never gonna be the way you want.
Where's it gonna get you acting serious?
Things are never gonna be quite what you want,
Or even at 25,
You gotta start sometime.

I’m on my feet I’m on the floor I’m good to go.
Now all I need is just to hear a song I know.
I wanna always feel like part of this,
Was,
Mine.
I wanna fall in love tonight.

Are you gonna live your life,
Standing in the back,
Looking around?

Are you gonna waste your time?
Gotta make a move,
Or you'll miss out.

Someone's gonna ask you what it’s all about.
Stick around nostalgia won't let you down.
Someone's gonna ask you what it’s all about.
Whatcha gonna have to say,
For yourself?

I’m on my feet I’m on the floor I’m good to go.
Now all I need is just to hear a song I know.
I wanna always feel like part of this,
Was,
Mine.
I wanna fall in love tonight.

Crimson,
And clover,
Over,
And over.
Crimson,
And clover,
Over,
And over.
Crimson,
And clover,
Over,
And over.
Our house in the middle of the street
Why did we ever meet?
Started my rock 'n roll fantasy.
Crimson,
And clover,
Over,
And over.
Don't don't,
Don't let's start.
Why did we ever part?
Kick start my rock 'n rollen heart.

I’m on my feet I’m on the floor I’m good to go.
So come on Davey sing me something that I know.
I wanna always feel like part of this,
Was,
Mine.
I wanna fall in love tonight,
Here tonight.
I wanna fall in love tonight,
Here tonight.
I wanna always feel like part of this,
Was,
Mine.
I wanna fall in love tonight.
I wanna fall in love tonight.
I wanna fall in love tonight....

 

[ven1ce1]

Sehr traurig aber echt gut!

Harry Chapin - Cat's in the cradle

A child arrived just the other day,
He came to the world in the usual way.
But there were planes to catch, and bills to pay.
He learned to walk while I was away.
And he was talking 'fore I knew it, and as he grew,
He'd say, "I'm gonna be like you, dad.
You know I'm gonna be like you."

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,
Little boy blue and the man in the moon.
"When you coming home, dad?" "I don't know when,
But we'll get together then.
You know we'll have a good time then."

My son turned ten just the other day.
He said, "Thanks for the ball, dad, come on let's play.
Can you teach me to throw?" I said, "Not today,
I got a lot to do." He said, "That's ok."
And he walked away, but his smile never dimmed,
Said, "I'm gonna be like him, yeah.
You know I'm gonna be like him."

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,
Little boy blue and the man in the moon.
"When you coming home, dad?" "I don't know when,
But we'll get together then.
You know we'll have a good time then."

Well, he came from college just the other day,
So much like a man I just had to say,
"Son, I'm proud of you. Can you sit for a while?"
He shook his head, and he said with a smile,
"What I'd really like, dad, is to borrow the car keys.
See you later. Can I have them please?"

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,
Little boy blue and the man in the moon.
"When you coming home, son?" "I don't know when,
But we'll get together then, dad.
You know we'll have a good time then."

I've long since retired and my son's moved away.
I called him up just the other day.
I said, "I'd like to see you if you don't mind."
He said, "I'd love to, dad, if I could find the time.
You see, my new job's a hassle, and the kid's got the flu,
But it's sure nice talking to you, dad.
It's been sure nice talking to you."
And as I hung up the phone, it occurred to me,
He'd grown up just like me.
My boy was just like me.

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,
Little boy blue and the man in the moon.
"When you coming home, son?" "I don't know when,
But we'll get together then, dad.
You know we'll have a good time then."

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[Limitless]

Ich sehe mich und meine Persönlichkeit eigentlich am besten in "The Pretender" von den Foo Fighters vertreten:

I'm the voice inside your head /
you refuse to hear /
I'm the face you have to face /
mirroring your stare /
I'm what's left, I'm what's right /
I'm the enemy /
I'm the hand that'll take you down /
Bring you to your knees /

What if I say I'm not like the others /
What if I say I'm just not another one of your plays /
You're the pretender /
What if I say I will never surrender?

 

[Nur eine Socke]

Ich sehe mich und meine Persönlichkeit eigentlich am besten in "The Pretender" von den Foo Fighters vertreten

Und für mich gilt folgendes:

Die Internationale

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 dem Bedränger!
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. :|