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Kassierer – Zu voll zum Verkehr
Oh ich lieb Geschlechtsverkehr
Doch ab und zu klappt es nicht mehr
Die Augen glasig, die Leber hart
Ich komm so schlecht in Fahrt.Refrain:
Zu voll zum Verkehr
Zu voll zum Verkehr
Zu voll Zu voll
Zu voll zum VerkehrAber heut da, da mußt du ran
Ich werd Dir zeigen, was ich alles kann
Doch dann im Schlafzimmer
Ist er nur halbsteif
und ich dachte ich kann immer.Refrain
Ich bin einfach total blauu
In mein Magen wird mir ganz flau
Das ganze Zimmer fängt sich an zu drehen
Ich kotz alles voll
und kann nicht mehr stehn.Refrain
Highlights von Rolling-Stone.de„Ghostbusters“: Uniformierte Dienstleister mit trockenem Humor
Queen: Was macht eigentlich Bassist John Deacon?
Wie gut kennen Sie Queen-Sänger Freddie Mercury?
ROLLING-STONE-Guide: Alle Alben von Radiohead im Check
You’ll never walk alone: Die besten Fußball-Songs
Legendäre Konzerte: Sex Pistols live in Manchester 1976
WerbungBOTTOM LINE MAN
Swollen is the dark heart that seldom masters muster.
Happy is the hunger that still allows the flight of fluster.
Sorry is the soap star that cannot choose her next film…
It’s tragic when the magic is as skinny as film(Chorus):
That’s the bottom line, man.
She’s the bottom line, man.
3 cheers for Madame Bottom Line.Staring out the looking glass.
Light lends lure the luster.
Way out on gray graffiti stone
Kept clean by unknown duster.
Never mind those hurry flurries
Or the icing of the air.
Keep in touch with your feminine side
In case she loves you there.
(Chorus)When folks fall in love they are delivered to the unknown.
Fools that never fall are in love with the safety zone.
You can end up all crippled up by the crazy seeds you’ve sown.
Therein lies the crux of the sweet flux of such irresistible moan.
(Chorus)© Howe Gelb
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“It's much harder to be a liberal than a conservative. Why? Because it is easier to give someone the finger than a helping hand.” — Mike RoykoObgleich Unken hier schon besprachen, ob Dylan Dichter sei oder nicht, möchte ich folgende Text einfügen, die ich ob ihrer wundersamen Bildlichkeit verehre. Da ich mir die Arbeit erspart habe, jede einzelne dieser Threadseiten zu lesen, kann es zu Dopplungen kommen.
Diese Lyrics lassen sich übrigens auch ohne Bobs Stimme mannigfaltig genießen.
Bob Dylan – Chimes of Freedom
Far between sundown’s finish an‘ midnight’s broken toll
We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing
As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds
Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing
Flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight
Flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight
An‘ for each an‘ ev’ry underdog soldier in the night
An‘ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.In the city’s melted furnace, unexpectedly we watched
With faces hidden while the walls were tightening
As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowin‘ rain
Dissolved into the bells of the lightning
Tolling for the rebel, tolling for the rake
Tolling for the luckless, the abandoned an‘ forsaked
Tolling for the outcast, burnin‘ constantly at stake
An‘ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail
The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder
That the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze
Leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder
Striking for the gentle, striking for the kind
Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind
An‘ the unpawned painter behind beyond his rightful time
An‘ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales
For the disrobed faceless forms of no position
Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts
All down in taken-for-granted situations
Tolling for the deaf an‘ blind, tolling for the mute
Tolling for the mistreated, mateless mother, the mistitled prostitute
For the misdemeanor outlaw, chased an‘ cheated by pursuit
An‘ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.Even though a cloud’s white curtain in a far-off corner flashed
An‘ the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones
Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting
Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail
For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale
An‘ for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail
An‘ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.Starry-eyed an‘ laughing as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
As we listened one last time an‘ we watched with one last look
Spellbound an‘ swallowed ‚til the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an‘ worse
An‘ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
An‘ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.Bob Dylan – Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowlands
With your mercury mouth in the missionary times,
And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes,
And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes,
Oh, who among them do they think could bury you?
With your pockets well protected at last,
And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass,
And your flesh like silk, and your face like glass,
Who among them do they think could carry you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace,
And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace,
And your basement clothes and your hollow face,
Who among them can think he could outguess you?
With your silhouette when the sunlight dims
Into your eyes where the moonlight swims,
And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns,
Who among them would try to impress you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?The kings of Tyrus with their convict list
Are waiting in line for their geranium kiss,
And you wouldn’t know it would happen like this,
But who among them really wants just to kiss you?
With your childhood flames on your midnight rug,
And your Spanish manners and your mother’s drugs,
And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs,
Who among them do you think could resist you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?Oh, the farmers and the businessmen, they all did decide
To show you the dead angels that they used to hide.
But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side?
Oh, how could they ever mistake you?
They wished you’d accepted the blame for the farm,
But with the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm,
And with the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms,
How could they ever, ever persuade you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?With your sheet-metal memory of Cannery Row,
And your magazine-husband who one day just had to go,
And your gentleness now, which you just can’t help but show,
Who among them do you think would employ you?
Now you stand with your thief, you’re on his parole
With your holy medallion which your fingertips fold,
And your saintlike face and your ghostlike soul,
Oh, who among them do you think could destroy you
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?--
"Menschen, an denen nichts auszusetzen ist, haben nur einen, allerdings entscheidenden Fehler: sie sind uninteressant." - Zsa Zsa Gabor
Walk A Mile in My Shoes (Joe South)If I could be you and you could be me for just one hour
If we could find a way to get inside each other’s mind
If you could see me through your eyes instead of your ego
I believe you’d be surprised to see that you’d been blind.Walk a mile in my shoes, walk a mile in my shoes
And before you abuse, criticize and accuse
Walk a mile in my shoes.Now your whole world you see around you is just a reflection
And the law of common says you reap just what you sow
So unless you’ve lived a life of total perfection
You’d better be careful of every stone that you throw.Walk a mile in my shoes, walk a mile in my shoes
And before you abuse, criticize and accuse
Walk a mile in my shoes.And yet we spend the day throwing stones at one another
‚Cause I don’t think or wear my hair the same way you do
Well I may be common people but I’m your brother
And when you strike out and try to hurt me its a-hurtin‘ you.Walk a mile in my shoes, walk a mile in my shoes
And before you abuse, criticize and accuse
Walk a mile in my shoes.There are people on reservations and out in the ghettos
And brother there but for the grace of God go you and I
If I only had the wings of a little angel
Don’t you know I’d fly to the top of the mountain, and then I’d cry.Walk a mile in my shoes, walk a mile in my shoes
And before you abuse, criticize and accuse
Walk a mile in my shoes, shoes.Brown Eyed Handsome Man (Chuck Berry)
Arrested on charges of unemployment,
he was sitting in the witness stand
The judge’s wife called up the district attorney
Said you free that brown eyed man
You want your job you better free that brown eyed manFlying across the desert in a TWA,
I saw a woman walking across the sand
She been a walkin‘ thirty miles en route to Bombay
To get a brown eyed handsome man
Her destination was a brown eyed handsome manWay back in history three thousand years
In fact every since the world began
There’s been a whole lot of good women sheddin‘ tears
For a brown eyed handsome man
It’s a lot of trouble was brown eyed handsome manBeautiful daughter couldn’t make up her mind
Between a doctor and a lawyer man
Her mother told her darlin‘ go out and find yourself
A brown eyed handsome man
Just like your daddy, he’s a brown eyed handsome manMilo Venus was a beautiful lass
She had the world in the palm of her hand
But she lost both her arms in a wrestling match
To get brown eyed handsome man
She fought and won herself a brown eyed handsome manTwo, three count with nobody on
He hit a high fly into the stand
Rounding third he was headed for home
It was a brown eyed handsome man
That won the game; it was a brown eyed handsome manWe had it all (Waylon Jennings)
I can hear the wind a blowing in my mind
Just the way it used to sound through the Georgia pines
And you were there to answer when I called you and me we had it all
Remember how I used to touch your hair
While reaching for the feeling that was always there
You were the best thing in my life I can recall you and me we had it all
I know that we can never live those times again
So I let my dreams take me back to where we have been
Then I’ll stay with you girl as long as I can
Oh it was so good oh it was so good oh it was so good when I was your manI’ll never stop believing in your smile
Even though you didn’t stay it was all worth while
You were the best thing in my life I can recall you and me we had it all
You and me we had it all--
*Nachts ist es kälter als draussen*sellerieIch Mag diverse Texte von Morrissey wie zum Beispiel diesen hier aus der Smiths-Zeit:
Panic…
:party: :party: :party:
Nenn mir einen der diesen Text nicht liebt--
R.E.M. – Ignoreland
These bastards stole their power from the victims of the Us v. Them years,
Wrecking all things virtuous and true
The undermining social democratic downhill slide into abysmal
Lost lamb off the precipice into the trickle down runoff pool
They hypnotised the summer, 1979
Marched into the capital brooding duplicitous, wicked and able, media-ready,
Heartless, and labeled. Super US citizen, super achiever,
Mega ultra power dosing. Relax
Defense, defense, defense, defense. Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ignoreland. Yeah, yeah, yeah, ignoreland
Yeah, yeah, yeahThe information nation took their clues from all the sound-bite gluttons
1980, 84, 88, 92 too, too
How to be what you can be, jump jam junking your energies
How to walk in dignity with throw up on your shoes
They amplified the autumn, 1979
Calculate the capital, up the republic my skinny ass
TV tells a million lies. The paper’s terrified to report
Anything that isn’t handed on a presidential spoon,
I’m just profoundly frustrated by all this. So, fuck you, man (fuck ‚em)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ignoreland. Yeah, yeah, yeah, ignoreland
If they weren’t there we would have created them. Maybe, it’s true,
But I’m resentful all the same. Someone’s got to take the blame
I know that this is vitriol. No solution, spleen-venting,
But I feel better having screamed. Don’t you?
They desecrated winter, 1979
Capital collateral. Brooding duplicitous, wicked and able, media-ready,
Heartless, and labeled. Super US citizen, super achiever,
Mega ultra power dosing. Relax
Defense, defense, defense, defense. Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ignoreland. Yeah, yeah, yeah, ignoreland
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ignoreland. Yeah, yeah, yeah
I did not do the revolution
Thank you--
Frank Zappa
The Torture Never Stops Lyrics (Frank Zappa)
Frank Zappa – The Torture Never Stops Lyrics
Flies all green ’n buzzin‘ in his dungeon of despair
Prisoners grumble and piss their clothes and scratch their matted hair
A tiny light from a window hole a hundred yards away
Is all they ever get to know about the regular life in the day;
An‘ it stinks so bad the stones been chokin‘
‚N weepin‘ greenish drops
In the room where the giant fire puffer works
‚N the torture never stops
The torture never stopsSlime ’n rot, rats ’n snot ’n vomit on the floor
Fifty ugly soldiers, man, holdin‘ spears by the iron door
Knives ’n spikes ’n guns ’n the likes of every tool of pain
An‘ a sinister midget with a bucket an‘ a mop where the blood goes down the drain;An‘ it stinks so bad the stones been chokin‘
‚N weepin‘ greenish drops
In the room where the giant fire puffer works
‚N the torture never stops
The torture never stops
The torture
The torture
The torture never stops.Flies all green ’n buzzin‘ in his dungeon of despair
An evil prince eats a steamin‘ pig in a chamber right near there
He eats the snouts ’n the trotters first
The loin’s ’n the groin’s is soon dispersed
His carvin‘ style is well rehearsed
He stands and shouts
All men be cursed
All men be cursed
All men be cursed
All men be cursed
And disagree, well no-one durst
He’s the best of course of all the worst
Some wrong been done, he done it first(Well, well) An‘ he stinks so bad, his bones been chokin‘
(Yeah) ‚N weepin‘ greenish drops,
(Well) In the night of the iron sausage,
(Well) Where the torture never stops
The torture never stops
The torture
The torture
The torture never stops.Flies all green ’n buzzin‘ in his dungeon of despair
Who are all those people that he’s locked away up there
Are they crazy?,
Are they sainted?
Are they zeros someone painted?,
It has never been explained since at first it was created
But a dungeon like a sin
Requires naught but lockin‘ in
Of everything that’s ever been
Look at hers
Look at him
That’s what’s the deal we’re dealing in
That’s what’s the deal we’re dealing in
That’s what’s the deal we’re dealing in
That’s what’s the deal we’re dealing in--
The Doors – The End
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the endOf our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
Ill never look into your eyes…againCan you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need…of some…strangers hand
In a…desperate landLost in a roman…wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeahTheres danger on the edge of town
Ride the kings highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, babyRide the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake…hes old, and his skin is coldThe west is the best
The west is the best
Get here, and well do the restThe blue bus is callin us
The blue bus is callin us
Driver, where you taken usThe 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, and
And he came to a door…and he looked inside
Father, yes son, I want to kill you
Mother…i want to…fuck youCmon baby, take a chance with us
Cmon baby, take a chance with us
Cmon 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
Cmon, yeahKill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the endIt hurts to set you free
But youll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to dieThis is the end
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Midnight Oil – Beds Are Burning
Out where the river broke
The bloodwood and the desert oak
Holden wrecks and boiling diesels
Steam in forty five degreesThe time has come
To say fairs fair
To pay the rent
To pay our share
The time has come
A facts a fact
It belongs to them
Lets give it backHow can we dance when our earth is turning
How do we sleep when our beds are burningFour wheels scare the cockatoos
From kintore east to yuendemu
The western desert lives and breathes
In forty five degrees(live – on scream in blue
The time has come
A facts a fact
It belongs to us all
Lets give it back)--
Beim Duett sind stets zu sehn/ zwei Mäuler, welche offen stehn. Wilhelm Busch (1832-1908)@kleinti
Du weißt, um was es in diesem Lied geht? Du kennst die politische Aussage?
Denn sonst ist der Text ziemlich langweilig. Zusammen mit der Musik natürlich ein großartiger Stampfer. Aber alle anderen Lieder auf der Platte Diesel and Dust sind textlich besser.edit: Aber sehr schön, daß jemand MO schätzt!:-)
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Je suis Charlie Sometimes it is better to light a flamethrower than curse the darkness. T.P.Es kann nur eins geben. Eben „The Real Thing“ (Faith No More):
The Real Thing
I know the feeling
It is the real thing
The essence of the truth
The perfect moment
That golden moment
I know you feel it too
I know the feeling
It is the real thing
You can’t refuse the embrace…
It’s like the pattern below the skin
You gotta reach out and pull it all in
And you feel like you’re too close
So you swallow another dose
The pinnacle of happiness
Filling up your soul
You don’t think you can take any more
You never wanna let go
To touch the roots of experience
The most basic ingredients
To see the unseen glitter of life
And feel the dirt, grief, anger and strife
Cherish the certainly of now
It kills you a bit at a time
Cradle the inspiration
It will leave you writhing on the floor…
This is so unreal, what I feel
This nourishment, life is bent
Into a shape I can hold
A twist of fate, all my own
Just grit your teeth, make no sound
Take a step away and look around
Just clench your fist and close your eyes
Look deep inside, hypnotize
The whisper is but a shout
That’s what it is all about
Yes, the ecstasy, you can pray
You will never let it slip away
Like the sacred song that someone sings through you
Like the flesh so warm that the thorn sticks into
Like the dream you know one day will come to life
Try to hold on just a little longer, stronger
It’s the jewel of victory
The chasm of misery
And once you have bitten the core
You will always know the flavor
The split second of divinity
You drink up the sky
All of heaven is in your arms
You know the reason why
It’s right there, all by itself
And what you are, there is nothing else
You’re growing a life within a life
The lips of wonder kiss you inside
And when it’s over the feeling remains
It all comes down to this
The smoke clears, I see what it is
That made me feel this way…
This is so unreal, what I feel
Flood, sell your soul, feel the blood
Pump through your veins, can’t explain
The element that’s everything
Just clench your fist and close your eyes
Look deep inside, hypnotize
Yes, the ecstasy, you can pray
You will never let it slip away
Like the echoes of your childhood laughter, ever after
Like the first time love urged you to take it’s guidance, in silence
Like your heartbeat when you realize you’re dying, but you’re trying
Like the way you cry for a happy ending, ending…
I know--
Is this my life? Or am I just breathing underwater?M.I.A. mit 20 Dollars
Aufjeden Fall! Schönes Pixies Ding--
If I Could Write Poetry (Television Personalities)
All those times we spent together
All the love I had I gave to you
Sitting on a park bench in the autumn
Holding hands under a cloudless sky
Happiness is knowing you care for someone
And never having to give a reasons why
For love is never having to say anything
My love is yours to keep till the day you dieIf I could write poetry
I would write a thousand poems
To tell the world that I love youDreaming we would always be together
Chasing rainbows in a happy sky
Thinking we would always be together
But now I find there’s no tears left to cry
If I could catch a falling star I’d give it to you
Even though it’s never been done before
And now I’m on a park bench in the autumn
I watch the rainbow disappear from viewIf I could write poetry
I would write a thousand poems
To tell the world that I love youThinking all the time we spent together
All the love I had I gave to you
Sitting on a park bench in the autumn
Holding hands under a cloudless sky
Dreaming we would always be together
Thinking we would always be together
Hoping we would always be together
But the rainbow disappeared from viewIf I could write poetry
I would write a thousand poems
To tell the world that I love you--
smash! cut! freeze!
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Aesop Rock – Daylight
Put one up to shackle me, not clean logic procreation
I did not invent the wheel I was the crooked spoke adjacent
While the triple sixers lassos keep angels roped in the basement
I walk the block with a halo and a stick poking your patience
Ya’ll catch a 30 second flash visual
Dirty cooperative net platoon bloom head trip split ridiculous
Fathom the splicing of first generation
Fuck up or trickle down anti hero smack (Cracking!)
I paste the game to zero hour completion green (Splash!)
Duke of early retirement pick a dream
American nightmare hogging the screen
I’ll hold the door open so you can stumble in
if you’d stop following me around the jungle gym
Now it’s an honor and I spell it with the ‚H‘ I stole from heritage
Merit crutch stolen wretched refuse of my teeming resonance
I promise temperance towards breed with a leaning conscience
Here the creed acts since responsive but my sports supports the wattage
And I’m sleeping now (Wow!) yeah the settlers laugh
You won’t be laughing when your covered wagons crash
You won’t be laughing when the buzzards drag your brother’s flags into rags
You won’t be laughing when your front lawn is spangled with epitaphs
You won’t be laughing!
And I hang my boots to rest when I’m impressed
So I triple knot them and forgot them
This origami dream is beautiful
but man those wings will never leave the ground
Without a feather and a lottery ticket, now settle downAll I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way.Slacker bound emit a tabloid headline with a pulse
Shimmy cross the centerfold, and a dead time engulfed
Diddy crumbs for the better souls with seven deadly stains
To hear the blame to crystal conscience
To results a low life counting on one hand what he’s accomplished
Ok, link me to activism chain activate street sweep
Plug deteriorating Xenobit(sp?) Pendragon
I hock swords cores for the morbid spreading of mad men
(alley gospel)
Sinking their lincoln-log cabin and Charlie Chaplin waddle
I could zig zag and zig ‚em again for the bashed dreams
Sparking in my brick wall windows another thick installment
Of one night in Gotham without the wretched (There is also another word here)
Houston we have a problem
Attached to a infested batch of city goblins
Who split holiday freak on a box cut cinema high road bellow
Head rips Watch red bricks turn yellow
Sort of similar to most backbones at camp Icarus
Raw feeling crimes congregating at pamper for bickering
Life’s not a bitch life is a beautiful woman
Your only call her a bitch because she won’t let you get that pussy
Maybe she didn’t feel y’all shared any similar interests
Or maybe you’re just an asshole who couldn’t sweet talk the princess
Kiss the speaker wire, Peter Passivism peggin‘ threshold
Stomach full of halo kibbles
Wings span cast black upon visuals hear the duck hunt ticker tape
Vision and pick apart the pixels
I got a friend of polar nature and it’s all peace
When I seek similar stars but can’t sit at the same feast
Metal Captain!
This cat is asking if I’ve seen his little lost passion
I told him: „Yeah, but only when I pedaled past him“All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way.--
pinchAesop Rock – Daylight
Hey pinch,
leide ich an Wahn- und/oder Wunschvorstellungen oder stand hier nicht ursprünglich ein Text von den Disposable Heroes of HipHoprisy?
„Hyprocrisy Is The Greatest Luxury“ ist ein Album mit einigen tollen Texten, hätte also durchaus seine Berechtigung in diesem Thread gehabt.--
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