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[verdi Registriert seit: 11.08.2003 Beiträge: 101]

Habe Ralph Mc Tells Streets Of London immer sehr gemocht:

Have you seen the old man in the closed down market,
Kicking up the paper with his worn out shoes?
In his eyes you see no pride, hand held loosely at his side,
Yesterday's paper telling yesterday's news.

*So how can you tell me, you're lonely
And say for you that sun don't shine?
Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London,
I'll show you something to make you change your mind.*

Have you seen the old girl who walks the streets of London,
Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags?
She's no time for talking, she just keeps right on walking,
Carrying her home in two carrier bags.

So how can you tell me, you're lonely…
(Repeat * )

In the all night café at quarter past eleven
Same old man sitting there on his own.
Looking at the world over the rim of his teacup.
Each tea lasts an hour and he wanders home alone.

So how can you tell me, you're lonely…
(Repeat * )

Have you seen the old man outside the seaman's mission,
memory fading with the medal ribbons that he wears?
In our winter city the rain cries a little pity
for one more forgotten hero and a world that doesn't care.

So how can you tell me, you're lonely…

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Gott würfelt nicht.

[verdi Registriert seit: 11.08.2003 Beiträge: 101]

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[declan-macmanus Registriert seit: 07.01.2003 Beiträge: 14,707]

Igitt!

Ein fürchterlicher, hassenswerter Text!

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Lately I've been seeing things / They look like they float at the back of my head room[/B] [/SIZE][/FONT]

[prodigal-son Registriert seit: 26.12.2002 Beiträge: 10,779]

Musikunterricht, 11. Klasse! Mir wird übel…

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If you try acting sad, you'll only make me glad.  

[zappa1 Yellow Shark Registriert seit: 08.07.2002 Beiträge: 87,452]

aus aktuellem Anlass:

FZ: Dont' Eat The Yellow Snow

Dreamed I was an Eskimo
(Bop-bop ta-da-da bop-bop Ta-da-da)
Frozen wind began to blow
(Bop-bop ta-da-da bop-bop Ta-da-da)
Under my boots 'n around my toe
(Bop-bop ta-da-da bop-bop Ta-da-da)
Frost had bit the ground below
(Boop-boop aiee-ay-ah!)
Was a hundred degrees below zero
(Booh!)
(Bop-bop ta-da-da bop-bop Ta-da-da)
And my momma cried:
Boo-a-hoo hoo-ooo
And my momma cried:
Nanook-a, no no (no no . . . )
Nanook-a, no no (no no . . . )
Don't be a naughty Eskimo-wo-oh
(Bop-bop ta-da-da bop-bop Ta-da-da)
Save your money: don't go to the show
Well I turned around an' I said:
HO HO
(Booh!)
Well I turned around an' I said:
HO HO
(Booh!)
Well I turned around an' I said:
HO HO
An' the Northern Lites commenced t' glow
An' she said
(Bop-bop ta-da-da bop . . . )
With a tear in her eye:
WATCH OUT WHERE THE HUSKIES GO
AN' DON'T YOU EAT THAT YELLOW SNOW
WATCH OUT WHERE THE HUSKIES GO
AN' DON'T YOU EAT THAT YELLOW SNOW
(Well, right about that time people
A fur-trapper (who was strictly from commercial)
Had the unmitigated audacity to jump up from behind my igloo (peekaboo) )
And he started into whippin' on my favorite baby seal
With a lead-filled snowshoe)

I said, with a
Lead-
Filled
With a lead filled snowshoe
He said, „Peekaboo“
I said, with a
Lead-
Filled
With a lead filled snowshoe
He said, „Peekaboo“
He went right upside the head of my favorite baby seal
he went „whap“ with a lead-filled snowshoe, and
he hit him on the nose and hit him on the fin, and he
that got me just about as evil as an eskimo boy can be. So I bent down
and I reached down, and I scooped down and I gathered up a generous
mitten-ful of the deadly YELLOW SNOW

The deadly yellow snow, from right there where the huskies go!

Whereupon I proceeded to take that mittenful of the deadly yellow snow
crystals and rub it all into his beady little eyes with a vigorous
circular motion hitherto unknown to the people of this area, but destined
to take the place of the mudshark in your mythology
here it goes,the circular motion, now Rub It!

(Here Fido)

And then
In a fit of anger
I pounced

And I pounced again

Great Googly Moogly!

I jumped up and down on the chest of the him

I injured
The fur trapper

Well he was very upset, as you can understand
And rightly so, because the
Deadly yellow snow crystals had
Deprived him of his
Sight

And he stood up, and he looked around, and he said

„I can't see“
„I can't see“
„Oh, woe is me“
„I can't see“

„Well…..you know
I can't see
Nothin'“

„He took a dog-doo snow cone and stuffed it in my right eye
He took a dog-doo snow cone and stuffed it in my other eye
And the husky wee-wee
I mean the doggie wee-wee
Has blinded me
And I can't see
Temporarily“

Well, the fur-trapper stood there, with his arms outstretched across the
frozen white wasteland, trying to figure out what he was going to do about
his deflicted eyes. And it was at that precise moment that he remembered
and ancient Eskimo legend, wherein it is written (on whatever it is that
they write it on up there) that if anything bad ever happens to your eyes
as the result of some sort of conflict with anyone named
Nanook,
the only way you can get it fixed up is to go

Trudging across the tundra
Mile after mile
Trudging across the tundra

Right down to the parish of St. Alphonz

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„Toleranz sollte eigentlich nur eine vorübergehende Gesinnung sein: Sie muss zur Anerkennung führen. Dulden heißt beleidigen.“ (Goethe) "Allerhand Durcheinand #100, 04.06.2024, 22:00 Uhr https://www.radiostonefm.de/naechste-sendungen/8993-240606-allerhand-durcheinand-102  

[saffer38 Registriert seit: 26.08.2003 Beiträge: 3,091]

Ich glaube, das wird hier nicht verstanden, Franz! ;)

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[zappa1 Yellow Shark Registriert seit: 08.07.2002 Beiträge: 87,452]

Originally posted by Saffer38@9 Nov 2004, 10:22
Ich glaube, das wird hier nicht verstanden, Franz! ;)

ist halt sehr anspruchsvoll und grosse Poesie :lol:

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„Toleranz sollte eigentlich nur eine vorübergehende Gesinnung sein: Sie muss zur Anerkennung führen. Dulden heißt beleidigen.“ (Goethe) "Allerhand Durcheinand #100, 04.06.2024, 22:00 Uhr https://www.radiostonefm.de/naechste-sendungen/8993-240606-allerhand-durcheinand-102  

[mehry Registriert seit: 23.07.2002 Beiträge: 5,402]

Originally posted by Zappa1@9 Nov 2004, 09:42
ist halt sehr anspruchsvoll und grosse Poesie :lol:

Was anderes erwarten wir hier auch gar nicht! :)

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[indent] Life is Art. Art is Life. But have you met my wife? (Robert Forster) [/indent][/color]

[zufo Registriert seit: 12.07.2002 Beiträge: 3,366]

The Enemy Within – Rush

part one of Fear

Things crawl in the darkness
That imagination spins
Needles at your nerve ends
Crawl like spiders on your skin

Pounding in your temples
And a surge of adrenaline
Every muscle tense to fence the enemy within

[Chorus:]
I'm not giving in to security under pressure
I'm not missing out on the promise of adventure
I'm not giving up on implausible dreams
Experience to extremes
Experience to extremes…

Suspicious looking stranger
Flashes you a dangerous grin
Shadows across your window…
Was it only trees in the wind?

Every breath a static charge,
A tongue that tastes like tin
Steely-eyed outside to hide the enemy within

To you, is it movement or is it action?
Is it contact or just reaction?
And you…revolution or just resistance?
Is it living, or just existence?
Yeah, you! It takes a little more persistence
To get up and go the distance

Gruss,
ZUFO

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To be a rock and not a roll

[zufo Registriert seit: 12.07.2002 Beiträge: 3,366]

The Weapon – Rush

part two of Fear

We've got nothing to fear…but fear itself?
Not pain, not failure, not fatal tragedy?
Not the faulty units in this mad machinery?
Not the broken contacts in emotional chemistry?

With an iron fist in a velvet glove
We are sheltered under the gun
In the glory game on the power train
Thy kingdom's will be done

And the things that we fear are a weapon to be held against us…

He's not afraid of your judgment
He knows of horrors worse than your Hell
He's a little bit afraid of dying
But he's a lot more afraid of your lying

And the things that he fears are a weapon to be held against him…

Can any part of life be larger than life?
Even love must be limited by time
And those who push us down that they might climb
Is any killer worth more than his crime?

Like a steely blade in a silken sheath
We don't see what they're made of
They shout about love, but when push comes to shove
They live for the things they're afraid of

And the knowledge that they fear is a weapon to be used against them…

Gruss,
ZUFO

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To be a rock and not a roll

[zufo Registriert seit: 12.07.2002 Beiträge: 3,366]

Witch Hunt – Rush

Part three of Fear

The night is black, without a moon.
The air is thick and still.
The vigilantes gather on
The lonely torchlit hill.

Features distorted in the flickering light,
Faces are twisted and grotesque.
Silent and stern in the sweltering night,
The mob moves like demons possesed.
Quiet in conscience, calm in their right,
Confident their ways are best.

The righteous rise
With burning eyes
Of hatred and ill-will.
Madmen fed on fear and lies
To beat and burn and kill.

They say there are strangers who threaten us,
Our immigrants and infidels.
They say there is strangeness to danger us
In our theatres and bookstore shelves,
That those who know what’s best for us
Must rise and save us from ourselves.

Quick to judge,
Quick to anger,
Slow to understand
Ignorance and prejudice
And fear walk hand in hand.

Gruss,
ZUFO

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To be a rock and not a roll

[mehry Registriert seit: 23.07.2002 Beiträge: 5,402]

Bright Eyes – First day of my life

This is the first day of my life
I swear I was born right in the doorway
I went out in the rain suddenly everything changed
Their spreading blankets on the beach

Yours is the first face that I saw
I think I was blind before I met you
Now I don’t know where I am
I don’t know where I’ve been
But I know where I want to go

And so I thought I’d let you know
That these things take forever
I especially am slow
But I realize that I need you
And I wondered if I could come home

Remember the time you drove all night
Just to meet me in the morning
And I thought it was strange you said everything changed
You felt as if you had just woke up
And you said “this is the first day of my life
I’m glad I didn’t die before I met you
But now I don’t care I could go anywhere with you
And I’d probably be happy”

So if you want to be with me
With these things there’s no telling
We just have to wait and see
But I’d rather be working for a paycheck
Then waiting to win the lottery
Besides maybe this time is different
I mean I really think you like me

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[indent] Life is Art. Art is Life. But have you met my wife? (Robert Forster) [/indent][/color]

[hermit Registriert seit: 31.12.2004 Beiträge: 1,086]

Weakerthans – Reconstruction Site

Well I’m lost,

I’m afraid, a fraid rope tied down to a leaky boat,
To the roof of a car on a road in the dark and it’s snowing.

If I’m more,
Then it means less,
Last call for happiness,
I’m your dress near the back of your knees and your slip is showing.

I’m afloat, a float in a summer parade,
Up the street in the town that you were born in,
With the girl at the top wearing tool,
And a Miss Somewhere sash,
Waving like the queen.

Beauty’s just another word,
I’m never certain how to spell,
Go tell the nurse to turn the TV back on,
And throw away my misery,
It never meant that much to me,
It never sent a get-well card.

And I broke,
Like a bad joke,
Some bodies‘ uncle told,
At a wedding reception in 1972.

Where a little boy under a table with cake in his hair,
Stared at the grown-ups feet as they danced and swayed.

And his father laughed and talked on the long ride home.
And his mother laughed and talked on the long ride home.
And he thought about how everyone dies someday.
And when tomorrow gets here where will yesterday be.
And fell asleep in his brand new winter coat.

Buy me a shiny new machine,
That runs on lies and gasoline,
And all those batteries we stole from smoke alarms,
And disassembles my despair,
Never took me anywhere,
It never once bought me a drink.

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[sellerie Registriert seit: 10.03.2005 Beiträge: 878]

Ich Mag diverse Texte von Morrissey wie zum Beispiel diesen hier aus der Smiths-Zeit:

Panic
Panic on the streets of London
Panic on the streets of Birmingham
I wonder to myself
Could life ever be sane again
on the Leeds side streets that you slip down
I wonder to myself
Hopes may rise on the Grasmeres
But Honey Pie, you´re not safe here
So you run down
To the savety of the town
But there´s panic on the streets of Carlisle
Dublin, Dundee, Humberside
I wonder to myself
Burn down the disco
Hang the blessed DJ
Because the music that they constantly play
It says nothing to me about my life
Hang the blessed DJ
Because the music they constantly play
On the Leeds side streets that you slip down
On the provincial towns you jog ´round
Hang the DJ; Hang the DJ; Hang the DJ
Hang the DJ; Hang the DJ; Hang the DJ

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It's all wrong, it's all right

[rorschach Registriert seit: 12.03.2005 Beiträge: 5]

My Sister ->
Tindersticks ->
Tindersticks][ ->
1995

Do you remember my sister? How many mistakes did she make with those never blinking eyes – I couldn’t work it out. I swear she could read your mind, your life, the depths of your soul at one glance. Maybe she was stripping herself away, saying

Here I am, this is me
I am yours and everything about me, everything you see…
If only you look hard enough

I never could.
Our life was a pillow-fight. We’d stand there on the quilt, our hands clenched ready. Her with her milky teeth, so late for her age, and a Stanley knife in her hand. She sliced the tyres on my bike and I couldn’t forgive her.
She went blind at the age of five. We’d stand at the bedroom window and she’d get me to tell her what I saw. I’d describe the houses opposite, the little patch of grass next to the path, the gate with its rotten hinges forever wedged open that Dad was always going to fix. She’d stand there quiet for a moment. I thought she was trying to develop the images in her own head. Then she’d say:

I can see little twinkly stars,
like Christmas tree lights in faraway windows.
Rings of brightly coloured rocks
floating around orange and mustard planets.
I can see huge tiger striped fishes
chasing tiny blue and yellow dashes,
all tails and fins and bubbles.

I’d look at the grey house opposite, and close the curtains.
She burned down the house when she was ten. I was away camping with the scouts. The fireman said she’d been smoking in bed – the old story, I thought. The cat and our mum died in the flames :( , so Dad took us to stay with our Aunt in the country. He went back to London to find us a new house. We never saw him again.

On her thirteenth birthday she fell down the well in our Aunt’s garden and broke her head. She’d been drinking heavily. On her recovery her sight returned, a fluke of nature everyone said. That’s when she said she’d never blink again. I would tell her when she started at me, with her eyes wide and watery, that they reminded me of the well she fell into. She liked this, it made her laugh.

She moved in with a gym teacher when she was fifteen, all muscles he was. He lost his job when it all came out, and couldn’t get another one. Not in that kind of small town. Everybody knew everyone else’s business. My sister would hold her head high, though. She said she was in love. They were together for five years until one day he lost his temper. He hit her over the back of the neck with his bull worker.

She lost the use of the right side of her body. He got three years and was out in fifteen months. We saw him a while later, he was coaching a non-league football team in a Cornwall seaside town. I don’t think he recognised her. My sister had put on a lot of weight from being in a chair all the time. She’d get me to stick pins and stub out cigarettes in her right hand. She’d laugh like mad because it didn’t hurt. Her left hand was pretty good though. We’d have arm wrestling matches, I’d have to use both arms and she’d still beat me.

We buried her when she was 32. Me and my Aunt, the vicar, and the man who dug the hole. She said she didn’t want to be cremated and wanted a cheap coffin so the worms could get to her quickly. She said she liked the idea of it, though I thought it was because of what happened to the cat and our mum.

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[katie-libertine Registriert seit: 20.03.2005 Beiträge: 100]

the coral „shadows fall“
morning calls, darkness draws
upon this day a shodow falls
silence walks through the halls
since i’ve been gone, gone, gone

a hundred years from today
a lamplight blaze paves my way
till jesus saves my early grave
i will be gone, gone, gone

drop the anchor, lift my heart
from stem to stern i’m torn apart
mount my horse, pack my cart
tomorrow i’m gone, gone, gone

seek the hull, leave the deck,
silver moon silhouette
in due time you will forget
that i am gone, gone, gone

i will be gone, gone, gone
since i’ve been gone, gone, gone
tomorrow i’m gone, gone, gone…

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