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[jarvis_cocker Registriert seit: 30.01.2003 Beiträge: 522]

Mal außer Konkurrenz:

„05.05.03 22.50

die tour ist vorbei. und ich auch.
ich bin eigentlich schon zu alt für solchen scheiss.
deshalb auch nur wenige worte:
ich liebe euch da draussen.

immer verzweifelt, nie entmutigt
oliver welter“

Falls sich noch jemand erinnern kann, besagter Herr ist der Sänger der famosen Naked Lunch. Und jemand, dem das Scheitern implementiert scheint. Poeté maudit gewissermaßen.

Und innerhalb der Konkurrenz, weils einfach schön & wichtig & ehrlich ist:

I’m back in full effect. Can’t even hold myself erect. I’ve got nothing that I want to say – I’m gonna say it anyway. I know you think that I’ve lost it baby. I know you think that my star is fading, Used to be a contender, now you’re just a pretender. Psychic karaoke every weekend. You don’t fit those clothes anymore. Why don’t you take them back to the charity store? While you’re there you could always hand yourself in. You’re into green issues – start recycling. You hide behind your woman when you’re out on the town. Show her up & blame her for holding you down. Holding you down, holding you down – you’re the only one who’s holding you down. You’re only ever polite when you’re out of your box. And Cocker’s short for c—k sucker. A sucker of . Oh. A sucker of . When I got up today I had that feeling again. Everything was OK then the world started seeping in. Now I’m trying to sleep in away but I can’t sleep it away. Can you answer this question? Can you answer it right? Have you ever done anything good in your life? Have you ever done anything that wasn’t just for yourself? Are you capable of giving? Capable of giving just for the sake of it, without expecting anything in return? I’m only trying to give you what you’ve come to expect. Just another song about single mothers & sex. Single mothers & sex, single mothers & sex-just another song about single mothers & sex-OK, you’ve heard it before – it’s nothing special, but it’s a living can’t you see? I’m a professional. Oh. I’m a professional. Sleep on my darling. Sleep on, don’t wake as I leave, I’ve been rehearsing this scene so long now. Don’t interrupt me as I do it for real. The bedroom floor is treacherous. A tea-cup could be disastrous ‘cos that would mean I would have to say what was written in the letter I posted yesterday so that it would get there when I was gone and you awoke. Oh she will meet me from the train & she won’t know a thing about how I talk with my mouth full and only bath once a week. How I’m nicer the first time you meet me than the next & I’m rapidly losing interest in sex. Yeah, I’m rapidly losing interest in sex. What’s the point in making it over-emotional? You can do it the hard way or you can be a professional. Oh I’m a professional. Sleep on my darling. Sleep on my love. Sleep on my darling. Sleep on my love.

The Professional, Jarvis Cocker

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Genie kommt von Genieren, dicht sein kommt von Dichtung, Schnaps kommt aus der Flasche, Volk kommt von Vernichtung. Werner, oh Werner. Werner! Oh Werner, oh Werner. Werner!

[jarvis_cocker Registriert seit: 30.01.2003 Beiträge: 522]

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[raven Registriert seit: 31.05.2003 Beiträge: 393]

Wine is fine, but Whiskey quicker/
Suicide is slow with Liqueur/

-Ozzy

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Let's Broke Some Stuff, Dude! Yeah! Kill! Kill! Destroy!

[kurt Registriert seit: 16.09.2003 Beiträge: 5]

Da ich zu faul zum aufschriben bin nur die titel

A day in the life (Lennon)
St. Anger (Beginner)
Yesterday (McCartney/Lennon)
Dumb (Cobain)

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

Sexsmith Ron – Best Friends

Look up my darling
Way up high
At the clouds above you

My heart’s a window darling
If you look inside
You’ll see how I think of you

We all get angry sometimes
But it disappears
Don’t have the patience sometimes
I create tears

But there’s nothing in this wash
That won’t come clear
In the end
Cause we’re best friends

So wie dieser Text müsste wahre Freundschaft sein wunderschön und für die Ewigkeit!

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

[ghostofdavid Registriert seit: 30.08.2003 Beiträge: 1,002]

Sexsmith Ron – Best Friends

Look up my darling
Way up high
At the clouds above you

My heart’s a window darling
If you look inside
You’ll see how I think of you

We all get angry sometimes
But it disappears
Don’t have the patience sometimes
I create tears

But there’s nothing in this wash
That won’t come clear
In the end
Cause we’re best friends

So wie dieser Text müsste wahre Freundschaft sein wunderschön und für die Ewigkeit!

klasse Text

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[vanfan Registriert seit: 03.11.2003 Beiträge: 394]

Van Morrison
In The Garden

The streets are always wet with rain
After a summer shower when I saw you standin‘
In the garden in the garden wet with rain

You wiped the teardrops from your eye in sorrow
As we watched the petals fall down to the ground
And as I sat beside you I felt the
Great sadness that day in the garden

And then one day you came back home
You were a creature all in rapture
You had the key to your soul
And you did open that day you came back to the garden

The olden summer breeze was blowin‘ on your face
The light of God was shinin‘ on your countenance divine
And you were a violet colour as you
Sat beside your father and your mother in the garden

The summer breeze was blowin‘ on your face
Within your violet you treasure your summery words
And as the shiver from my neck down to my spine
Ignited me in daylight and nature in the garden

And you went into a trance
Your childlike vision became so fine
And we heard the bells inside the church
We loved so much
And felt the presence of the youth of
Eternal summers in the garden

And as it touched your cheeks so lightly
Born again you were and blushed and we touched each other lightly
And we felt the presence of the Christ

And I turned to you and I said
No Guru, no method, no teacher
Just you and I and nature
And the father in the garden

No Guru, no method, no teacher
Just you and I and nature
And the Father and the
Son and the Holy Ghost
In the garden wet with rain
No Guru, no method, no teacher
Just you and I and nature and the holy ghost
In the garden, in the garden, wet with rain
No Guru, no method, no teacher
Just you and I and nature
And the Father in the garden

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Genesis
The Fountain Of Salmacis

From a dense forest of tall, dark, pinewood,
Mount Ida rises like an island.
Within a hidden cave, nymphs had kept a child;
Hermaphroditus, son of gods, so afraid of their love.

As the dawn creeps up the sky
The hunter caught sight of a doe.
In desire for conquest,
He found himself, within a glade he’d not beheld before.
Hermaphroditus: Narrator:
„Where are you my father „Then he could go no farther
Give wisdom to your son“ Now lost, the boy was guided
by the sun“

And as his strength began to fail
He saw a shimmering lake.
A shadow in the dark green depths
Distrubed the strange tranquility.
Salmacis: Narrator:
„The waters are disturbed „The waters are disturbed
Some creature has been stirred“ The naiad queen Salmacis
has been stirred“

As he rushed to quench his thirst,
A fountain spring appeared before him
And as his heated breath brushed through the cool mist,
A liquid voice called „Son of gods, drink from my spring“.

The water tasted strangely sweet.
Behind him the voice called again.
He turned and saw her, in a cloak of mist alone
And as he gazed, her eyes were filled with the darkness of the lake.
Salmacis: Narrator:
„We shall be one „She wanted them as one
We shall be joined as one“ Yet he had no desire to be one“

Hermaphroditus: „Away from me cold-blooded woman
Your thirst is not mine“
Salmacis: „Nothing will cause us to part
Hear me O gods“

Unearthly calm descended from ther sky
And then their flesh and bones were strangely merged
Forever to be joined as one.

The creature crawled into the lake
A fading voice was heard:
„And I beg, that all who touch this spring
May share my fate“
Salmacis: Narrator:
„We are the one „The two are now made one,
We are the one“. Demi-god and nymph are now made one“

Both had given everything they had.
A lover’s dream had been fulfilled at last,
Forever still beneath the lake.

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R.E.M.
Everybody Hurts

When the day is long and the night, the night is yours alone,
When you’re sure you’ve had enough of this life, well hang on
Don’t let yourself go, everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes

Sometimes everything is wrong. now it’s time to sing along
When your day is night alone, (hold on, hold on)
If you feel like letting go, (hold on)
When you think you’ve had too much of this life, well hang on

’cause everybody hurts. take comfort in your friends
Everybody hurts. don’t throw your hand. oh, no. don’t throw your hand
If you feel like you’re alone, no, no, no, you are not alone

If you’re on your own in this life, the days and nights are long,
When you think you’ve had too much of this life to hang on

Well, everybody hurts sometimes,
Everybody cries. and everybody hurts sometimes
And everybody hurts sometimes. so, hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Everybody hurts. you are not alone

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[ghostofdavid Registriert seit: 30.08.2003 Beiträge: 1,002]

Matthew Ryan – Time And Time Only

Your hair fell from you onto my forehead
And the light came through the shade and laid on the bed
My arms they wrestled your inventions
While my heart was still wrestling with my head
Yes my heart still wrestles with my head
Barefoot on the hardwood in the kitchen
Barefoot in the frontyard on the grass
The summer it is setting with its stitches
This love is stronger than any that has passed

But time and time only knows the answers
That time and time only can reveal
Yes time and time only knows the answers
That time and time only can steal
Yes time and time only can…steal

But I’m not so sure of anything anymore
No I’m not so sure of anything anymore

Then the wind surrounded me and I surrendered
It was beautiful, it was vile and I bent
But when all the new familiars they had vanished
It was only you and your skin that was left
Yeh only you and your skin was left
Now the days they are unwinding like an alarm clock
And the drift it is as steady as it is strong
And that’s me fumbling with the key to your padloc
And you knew it, ah, you knew it all along
Yeh I knew it, you knew it along

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[dr-nihil Registriert seit: 08.07.2002 Beiträge: 15,356]

Einer meiner Lieblingstexte (insbesondere der Schluss) ist der folgende:

Bright Eyes – Let´s not Shit Ourselves (To Love and to be Loved)

The animals laugh from the dark of the wilderness. A baby cried hard in an apartment complex,
as I pass a car buried under the influence. The city is driving me out of my mind.
I have seen a child is caught in the sad trap of gravity.
He falls from the lowest branch of the apple tree and lands in the grass and weeps for his dignity.
Next time he will not aim so high. Yeah, next time, neither will I.

A mother takes loans out, sends her kids off to colleges.
Her family is reduced to names on a shopping list.
Meanwhile, a coroner kneels beneath a great, wooden crucifix.
He know that there are worse things than being alone.
I have learned to retreat at the first sign of danger.
I mean, why wait around, if it’s just to surrender? Ambition, I have found, can only lead to failure.
I do not read the reviews. No, I am not singing for you.

I stood dropping a coin into the pit of a well. And I would throw my whole billfold
if I thought it would help. With all these wishes I make,
I should by something great, at least a telephone call home.
My teachers, they built the retaining wall memory, all those multiple choices I answered so quickly.
And I got my grades back and forgot just as easily, but as least I got an A.
So I don’t have them to blame. I should stop pointing fingers;
reserve my judgment of all those public action figures, the cowboy president.
So loud behind the bullhorn so proud they can’t admit when they have made a mistake.
While poison ink spews from a speechwriter’s pen, he knows that he doesn’t have to say it,
so it don’t bother him. „Honesty“ „Accuracy“ are really just „Popular Opinion.“
And the approval rating is high, so someone is going to die. ABC, NBC, CBS: Bullshit.
They give us fact or fiction? I guess an even split. And each new act of war is tonight’s entertainment.
We are still the pawns in their game. As they take an eye for an eye until no one can see,
we must stumble blindly forward, repeating history. Well, I guess that we all fit into your slogan
on the fast food marquee: Red blooded, White skinned oh and the Blues.
I got the Blues! I got the Blues! That’s me! That’s me!

Well, I awoke in relief. My sheets and tubes were all tangled weak from whiskey and pills,
in a Chicago hospital. My father was there, in a chair, by the window, staring so far away.
I tried talking, just whispered, „…so sorry…so selfish…“ He stopped me and said,
„Child I love you regardless and there is nothing you could do that would ever change this.
I’m not angry. It happens. You just can’t do it again.“
So now I try to keep up, I have been exchanging my currency.
While a million objects pass through my periphery. So now I am rubbing my eyes because
they are starting to bother me. I have been staring too long at the screen.
But where was it when I first heard the sound of humility? It came to my ears in the goddamn
loveliest melody. How grateful I was then to be part of the mystery,
to love and be loved. Let’s just hope that is enough.

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[conny Registriert seit: 08.07.2002 Beiträge: 4,721]

Den hast du doch schonmal gepostet … aber schön ist er trotzdem :D

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

Von Warren Zevons „The Wind“ für mich eine der schönsten Platten aller Zeiten, was universelles für den ultimativen Liebeskummer

Warren Zevon – She’s too good for me

I could hold my head up high and say that I
left first
Or I can hang my head and cry
tell me which is worse

If you go and ask her why
She might say she’s not sure
Trust me when I tell you I’m not good enough
for her

I want her to be happy
I want her to be free
I want her to be everything she couldn’t be
with me

I’d wait here for a thousand years if she’d come
back to me
I have everything she wants but nothing that
she needs

I want her to be happy
I want her to be free
I want her to be everything she couldn’t be
with me

I could hold my head up high and say that I
left first
Or I can hang my head and cry
Tell me which is worse

If you go and ask her why
She might say she’s not sure
Trust me when I tell you I’m not good enough
for her

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

[joerg-koenig Registriert seit: 09.08.2002 Beiträge: 4,078]

Untypisch ernst und humorlos, wie ein einziges Ausrufungszeichen, trotzdem ganz groß:

Leonard Cohen: Who By Fire

And who by fire, who by water,
who in the sunshine, who in the night time,
who by high ordeal, who by common trial,
who in your merry merry month of may,
who by very slow decay
and who… shall I say… is calling?

And who in her lonely slip, who by barbiturate,
who in these realms of love, who by something blunt,
who by avalanche, who by powder,
who for his greed, who for his hunger,
and who… shall I say… is calling?

And who by brave assent, who by accident,
who in solitude, who in this mirror,
who by his lady’s command, who by his own hand,
who in mortal chains, who in power,
and who… shall I say… is calling?

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Wenn wir schon alles falsch machen, dann wenigstens richtig.

[dr-nihil Registriert seit: 08.07.2002 Beiträge: 15,356]

Den hast du doch schonmal gepostet … aber schön ist er trotzdem :D

Oh stimmt. Hatte der ganze Zeit das Gefühl, ich hätte noch nicht, müsste dies aber dringend nachholen…, na ja, werde ihn irgendwann ersetzen…

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[jan_jan Chosen Undead Registriert seit: 10.07.2002 Beiträge: 5,890]

Ich hoffe, dass WinAmp mir die Lösung mit dem Zufallsgenerator gibt. Und was kommt? Flaming Lips – Yoshimi Battles The Pink Robots (Japanese Version)

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Arise now, ye Tarnished/Ye dead, who yet live/ The call of long-lost grace speaks to us all  

[linkin Registriert seit: 03.12.2003 Beiträge: 6]

Are you ready for a good pounding baby? (get down)
Are you ready to get it on? (get down, get down)
Don’t pretend you’re not fucking freaky baby (get down)
I will spank that ass just for fun (get down on the ground)

Ass up high
Make a motherfucker cry
It’s so good that I could die
Help me stay alive

The time is right
I want to feel it good tight
I’m down to do this all night
I’m gonna deel it up right

I’ll behave
Oh my god
Make me beg
My god
Yes I’m ready for a good flogging baby (my god)
Come on beat my ass for fun (get down, get down)
Don’t let up till my ass is bleeding baby (get down)
Don’t let up until you are done (get down, on the ground)

Ass up high
Make a motherfucker cry
It’s so good that I could die
Help me stay alive

The time is right
I wanna feel it good tight
I’m down to do this all night
I’m gonna beat it up right

We’re gonna ride
I got my tongue inside and outside now
Don’t try to run and hide
Yes it’s true what they say about my kind

Are you ready for a good pounding baby? (get down)
Are you ready to get it on? (get down, get down)
Don’t pretend you’re not fucking freaky baby (get down)
I will spank that ass just for fun (get down, on the ground)

Ass up high
Make a motherfucker cry
It’s so good that I could die
Help me stay alive

The time is right
I wanna feel it good tight
I’m down to do this all night
I’m gunna beat it up right

Dass nenne ich ein Lied :sauf: :sauf: :sauf: :sauf: :gitarre: :gitarre: :gitarre:

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Punk Punk Punk Punk Punk Punk ...!!!!

[hellcreeper Registriert seit: 08.07.2002 Beiträge: 7,560]

Dass nenne ich ein Lied

Ich auch….. :-o

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Wenn da Tomaten drin wären, dann wäre es Zwiebelsuppe!