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[travis a campaign of hate Registriert seit: 10.02.2004 Beiträge: 4,453]

Lieber Travis, ich habe Deine Posts in den alten Thread mit reingenommen und Deinen Titel als Untertitel verwendet, ok? ;) Jan

The yellow walls are lined with portraits
And I've got my new red fetching leather jacket
All these poses such beautiful poses
Makes any boy feel like picking up roses

There's never been such grave a matter
As comparing our new brand name black sunglasses
All these poses such beautiful poses
Makes any boy feel as pretty as princes

The green autumnal parks conducting
All the city streets a wondrous chorus singing
All these poses oh how can you blame me
Life is a game and true love is a trophy

And you said
Watch my head about it
Baby you said watch my head about it
My head about it
Oh no oh no oh no
Oh no oh no no kidding

Reclined amongst these packs of reasons
For to smokes the days away into the evenings
All these poses of classical torture
Ruined my mind like a snake in the orchard
I did go from wanting to be someone now
I'm drunk and wearing flip – flops on Fifth Avenue

Once you've fallen from classical virtue
Won't have a soul for to wake up and hold you

In the green autumnal parks conducting
All the city streets a wondrous chorus
Singing all these poses now no longer boyish
Made me a man ah but who cares what that it

And you said watch my head about it
Baby you said watch my head about it
My head about it
Oh no oh no oh no
Oh no oh no well you said
Watch my head about it
Baby you said watch my head about it
My head about it
Oh no oh no oh no
Oh no oh no no kidding

Rufus Wainwright – Poses

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• Alle 5-Sterne-Alben von Elvis Costello

• „I Put A Spell On You“ von Screamin‘ Jay Hawkins: Horror-Heuler

• Queen: Darum war ihr Live-Aid-Konzert nicht wirklich spektakulär

• 25 Jahre „Parachutes“ von Coldplay: Traurige Zuversicht

• Paul McCartney kostete „Wetten dass..?“-Moderator Wolfgang Lippert den Job

• Xavier Naidoo: Das „Ich bin Rassist“-Interview in voller Länge

[travis a campaign of hate Registriert seit: 10.02.2004 Beiträge: 4,453]

Cheer up, honey, I hope you can
There is something wrong with me
My mind is filled with silvery stuff
Honey kisses, clouds of fluff
Shoulders shrugging off

Cheer up
honey, I hope you can

There is something wrong with me
My mind is filled with radio cures
Electronic surgical words

Picking apples for kings and queens of things I've never seen
Oh, distance has no way of making love
understandable

Cheer up
honey, I hope you can

There is something wrong with me
My mind is filled with silvery stars
Honey kisses, clouds of love

Picking apples for the kings and queens of things I've never seen

Oh, distance has no way of making love
understandable

Oh, distance has no way of making love
understandable

Oh, distance has no way of making love
understandable

Oh, distance has no way of making love
understandable

Oh, distance has no way of making love
understandable

Cheer up

honey, I hope you can…

Jeff Tweedy – Radio Cure

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[travis a campaign of hate Registriert seit: 10.02.2004 Beiträge: 4,453]

Righty Right :)

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[mark-oliver-everett Registriert seit: 14.12.2003 Beiträge: 18,065]

FRIENDLY GHOST

if you're scared to die
you better not be scared to live
i've been spending all my days
giving all i can give

last night i heard someone walk in
through my bedroom door
what they wanted i'm not exactly sure

a friendly ghost is all i need

marking time on a broken watch
counting days 'til the old pawn shop
sells me back my saxophone
then everyone's gonna leave me alone

two times i thought i heard someone
knocking on the glass
i hid my head and prayed that it would pass

a friendly ghost is all i need

if you're scared to die
you better not be scared to live
i've been carrying 'round a grudge
think i better forgive

last night i heard footsteps walking
on the attic floor
i got up and i opened up the door

a friendly ghost is all i need

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TRINKEN WIE GEORGE BEST UND FUSSBALL SPIELEN WIE MARADONA

[johannes_reiter Registriert seit: 08.02.2004 Beiträge: 410]

Beinahe lauter Weltklasse-Lyrics bis jetzt!!

Bei mir ganz groß: Bruce Springsteen – Youngstown

„When I die I don't want no part of heaven – I would not do heaven's work well – I pray the devil comes and takes me – to stand in the fiery furnaces of hell“
*schluchz*

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The basis of optimism is sheer terror. Oscar Wilde

[travis a campaign of hate Registriert seit: 10.02.2004 Beiträge: 4,453]

Merkst Du, was ich merke?
wenn ich den output verstärke
jeder geschlossene Raum ist ein Sarg
als Text der kein Behälter Sarg sein mag
schreib ich mich auf
um nicht zu ex- oder zu implodieren
Platzangst reduzieren
zieh ich mich zu und ab und zu aus
und hör nicht auf Prozeß und Technik
und mich selbst zu buchstabieren
Zeiträume neu im Sinn ovn weiter formulieren
um dann wie hier später bei Dir zu sein wie Tinte
die sich ausstrecken will einsaugen läßt
in ein Bett aus Papier
Verstärker
Verstärker
Merkst du was ich merke?
was ich bis zur Rückkopplung verstärke
hat als Effect reflecting skin
merkst Du das? ich merke!
wo ich nicht war komm ich nicht hin
ich merk was auf der Haut
und das macht Sinn
falls Du mich liest und darauf stehtst
Dich von mir berühren läßt und mich berührst
Verstärker
Verstärker
Merkst Du was ich merke?
wie sich mystery/sory und hystery und hisstory verstärken
falls es nicht Liebe ist wird es die Bombe
beziehungswaise Kiste sein
und ich als Text fall immer wieder
auf und in mich selber rein und denk nanu
Nanu denk ick jetzt bin ick uff erst war ick zu
dann geh ich raus und kieke
und wer steht draußen: icke
Jeder geschlossene Raum ist ein Sarg
Jeder geschlossene Raum ist ein Sarg

Blumfeld – Verstärker

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Achim Reichel: Viertelstunde Superstar
(Text: Uli Becker)

Mittags steht er in der Tür und gähnt,
hält erst den Hut in die Luft, ob jemand schießt.
Doch heut fliegt kein Blei, und er tritt auf die Straße,
weiß bloß nicht mehr, wo sein Wagen parkt.

Das Auto finden geht noch, aber dann…
Wo ist der Schlüssel, was wird hier gespielt?
Was war letzte Nacht, ihm fehlt ein Stück –
Filmriss knapp vorm Happy End.

Irgendwann macht Andy Warhol sein Versprechen wahr:
Jeder mal 'ne Viertelstunde Superstar.
Leben ist wie schmutzige kleine Filme seh'n,
immer die alten verregneten Kopien, zerstückelte Szenen.

Sie mit dem Sportcoupé zum Baggersee.
Heut mach ich blau, man lebt nur einmal.
Bikinistreifen noch vom letzten Jahr
und niemand da, der sie ihr eincremt.

Was raschelt da am Ufer, ist da wer?
Kommt er die Einsamkeit hier mit ihr teilen?
Sie spürt die Jane in sich erwachen,
doch Tarzan ist und bleibt ein Frosch.

Irgendwann…

Nach Hause will er nach dem Kino nie.
Noch'n paar Luckies rauchen unten im „Dschungel“.
So echt die Palmen hier, so cool die Cocktails,
fehlt eigentlich nur der schwarze Mann am Boogie-Woogie-Piano.

Und dann ein blonder Traum, zum Greifen nah.
Ihr Sonnenbrand reicht tief ins Décolleté.
Ob er mal Feuer hätte? Aber sicher, immer.
Das Bild bleibt steh'n, der Film fängt Feuer.

Irgendwann…

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Wenn wir schon alles falsch machen, dann wenigstens richtig.

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Originally posted by Johannes_Reiter@16 Feb 2004, 20:36
Beinahe lauter Weltklasse-Lyrics bis jetzt!!

Bei mir ganz groß: Bruce Springsteen – Youngstown

„When I die I don't want no part of heaven – I would not do heaven's work well – I pray the devil comes and takes me – to stand in the fiery furnaces of hell“
*schluchz*

*prost*

Jo, geiler Text! Hätteste besser im ganzen gepostet, da die Zusammenhänge nicht rauskommen, aber egal…*prostsmilie* :)

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[johannes_reiter Registriert seit: 08.02.2004 Beiträge: 410]

Du hast natürlich recht – ich stand unter Zeitdruck :)

Bruce Springsteen – Youngstown

Here in north east Ohio
Back in eighteen-o-three
Janice and Dan Heaton
Found the ore that was linin' yellow creek
They built a blast furnace
Here along the shore
And they made the cannon balls
That helped the union win the war

Here in Youngstown
Here in Youngstown
My sweet Jenny, I'm sinkin' down
Here darlin' in Youngstown

Well my daddy worked the furnaces
Kept 'em hotter than hell
I come home from 'Nam worked my way to scarfer
A job that'd suit the devil as well
The taconite, coke and limestone
Fed my children and made my pay
Then smokestacks reachin' like the arms of god
Into a beautiful sky of soot and clay

Here in Youngstown
Here in Youngstown
My sweet Jenny, I'm sinkin' down
Here darlin' in Youngstown

Well my daddy come on the Ohio works
When he come home from world war two
Now the yards just scrap and rubble
He said, „Them big boys did what Hitler couldn't do“
These mills they built the tanks and bombs
That won this country's wars
We sent our sons to Korea and Vietnam
Now we're wondering what they were dyin' for

Here in Youngstown
Here in Youngstown
My sweet Jenny, I'm sinkin' down
Here darlin' in Youngstown

From the Monogahela valley
To the Mesabi iron range
To the coal mines of Appalacchia
The story's always the same
Seven-hundred tons of metal a day
Now sir you tell me the world’s changed
Once I made you rich enough
Rich enough to forget my name

In Youngstown
In Youngstown
My sweet Jenny, I'm sinkin' down
Here darlin' in Youngstown

When I die I don't want no part of heaven
I would not do heavens work well
I pray the devil comes and takes me
To stand in the fiery furnaces of hell

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The basis of optimism is sheer terror. Oscar Wilde

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Und wo ich schon einmal Zeit habe:

U2 – “October“

October and the trees are stripped bare
Of all they wear.
What do I care?

October and kingdoms rise
And kingdoms fall
But you go on
And on.

U2 – “Dirty Day”

I don't know you, you don't know the half of it.
I had a starring role. I was the bad guy who walked out.
They say be careful where you aim
Because where you aim you might just hit.
You can hold onto something so tight
You've already lost it.
Dragging me down, that's not the way it used to be.
You can't even remember what I'm trying to forget.

It was a dirty day, dirty day.
Looking for explanations I don't even understand.
If you need someone to blame, throw a rock in the air, you'll hit someone guilty.

From father to son, in one life has begun
A work that's never done, father to son.

(Love, it won't last kissin' time).
(Love, it won't last kissin' time).
(Love, it won't last kissin' time).

Get it right, there's no blood thicker than ink.
Hear what I say, nothing's as simple as you think.
Wake up, some things you can't get around
I'm in you, more so when they put me in the ground.

(The days, days, days run away like horses over the hill)

R.E.M. – “Country Feedback”

This flower is scorched
This film is on
On a maddening loop.
These clothes,
These clothes don't fit us right
I'm to blame
It's all the same
It's all the same

You come to me with a bone in your hand
You come to me with your hair curled tight
You come to me with positions
You come to me with excuses
Ducked out in a row
You wear me out
You wear me out

We've been through fake-a-breakdown
Self hurt
Plastics, collections
Self help, self pain,
EST, psychics, fuck all
I was central
I had control
I lost my head
I need this
I need this
A paper weight, junk garage
Winter rain, a honey pot
Crazy, all the lovers have been tagged.
A hotline, a wanted ad
It's crazy what you could've had
It's crazy what you could've had
It's crazy what you could've had
I need this
I need this

R.E.M. – “World Leader Pretend”

I sit at my table and wage war on myself
It seems like it's all…it's all for nothing
I know the barricades, and
I know the mortar in the wall breaks
I recognize the weapons, I used them well

This is my mistake. Let me make it good
I raised the wall, and I will be the one to knock it down

I've a rich understanding of my finest defenses
I proclaim that claims are left unstated,
I demand a rematch
I decree a stalemate
I divine my deeper motives
I recognize the weapons
I've practiced them well. I fitted them myself

It's amazing what devices you can sympathize…empathize
This is my mistake. Let me make it good
I raised the walls, and I will be the one to knock it down

Reach out for me and hold me tight. Hold that memory
Let my machine talk to me. Let my machine talk to me

This is my world
And I am the world leader pretend
This is my life
And this is my time
I have been given the freedom
To do as I see fit
It's high time I've razed the walls
That I've constructed

It's amazing what devices you can sympathize…emapathize
This is my mistake. Let me make it good
I raised the walls, and I will be the one to knock it down

You fill in the mortar. You fill in the harmony
You fill in the mortar. I raised the walls
And I'm the only one
I will be the one to knock it down

Bob Dylan – “Drifter’s Escape”

Oh, help me in my weakness
I heard the drifter say
As they carried him from the courtroom
And were taking him away
„My trip hasn't been a pleasant one
And my time it isn't long
And I still do not know
What it was that I've done wrong.

Well, the judge he cast his robe aside
A tear came to his eye
„You failed to understand“, he said
„Why must you even try ?“
Outside the crowd was stirring
You could hear it from the door
Inside the judge was stepping down
While the jury cried for more.

„Oh, stop that cursed jury“
Cried the attendant and the nurse
„The trial was bad enough
But this is ten times worse“
Just then a bolt of lightning
Struck the courthouse out of shape
And while ev'rybody knelt to pray
The drifter did escape.

Coldplay – “Spies”

I awake to find no peace of mind,
I said, how do you live as a fugitive?

Down here where I cannot see so clear.

I said, what do I know?
Show me the right way to go,
And the spies came out of the water,
But you're feeling so bad cos you know,
And the spies hide out in every corner,
But you can't touch them no,
Cos they're all spies, they're all spies.

I awake to see that no one is free,
We're all fugitives,
Look at the way we live.
Down here, I cannot sleep from fear no.

I said, which way do I turn?
I forget everything I learn,
But the spies came out of the water,
But you're feeling so bad cos you know,
and the spies hide out in every corner,
But you can't touch them though,
Cos they're all spies, they're all spies.

And if we don't hide here,
They're going to find us,
If we don't hide now,
They're going to catch us where we sleep,
And if we don't hide here,
They're going to find us.

Ryan Adams – “Dear Chicago”

Dear Chicago,
You'll never guess.
You know the girl you said I'd meet someday?
Well, I've got something to confess.
She picked me up on Friday.
Asked me if she reminded me of you.
I just laughed and lit a cigarette,
Said „that's impossible to do.“
My life's gotten simple since.
And it fluctuates so much.
Happy and sad and back again.
I'm not crying out to much.
Think about you all the time.
It's strange and hard to deal.
Think about you lying there.
And those blankets lie so still.
Nothing breathes here in the cold.
Nothing moves or even smiles.
I've been thinking some of suicide.
But there's bars out here for miles.
Sorry about the every kiss.
Every kiss you wasted (bad / back)
I think the thing you said was true,
I'm going to die alone and sad.

The wind's feeling real these days.
Yeah, baby, it hurt's me some.
Never thought I'd feel so blue.
New York City, you're almost gone.
I think that I've fallen out of love,
I think I've fallen out of love . . . with you.

Randy Newman – “Bad News From Home”

High on a cliff in Mexico
Staring down at the rocks and the sea below
I can hear the church bells ring
I can hear the choir

I remember the night she left
I drove to the station in the pouring rain
Sat all night behind my big iron desk
The oil on the water made a rainbow

At the end of this bone white gravel road
They both lie sleeping on a feather bed
And her hair is black as the sky at night
But her eyes are gray like the moon
You can run but you can't hide
You can run but you can't hide
You said you love me but I know you lied
You said you love me but I know you lied

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The basis of optimism is sheer terror. Oscar Wilde

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Bob Dylan: Man In The Long Black Coat

Crickets are chirping, the water is high,
there's a soft cotton dress on the line hanging dry,
the window's wide open. African trees
bent over backwards from a hurricane breeze.
Not a word of goodbye, not even a note:
She's gone with the man in the long black coat.

Somebody seen him hanging around
at the old dance hall on the outskirts of town.
He looked into her eyes when she stopped him to ask
if he wanted to dance. He had a face like a mask.
Somebody said, from the Bible he'd quote:
There was dust on the man in the long black coat.

Preacher's a-talking, there's a sermon he gave:
He said, every man's conscience is vile and depraved.
You cannot depend on it to be your guide
when it's you who must keep it satisfied.
It ain't easy to swallow, it sticks in the throat
to give a heart to the man in the long black coat.

There are no mystics in life, some people say.
It is true sometime. You can see it that way.
People don't live or die, people just float…
She went with the man in the long black coat.

There's smoke on the water, it's been there since June,
tree trunks uprooted 'neath the high crescent moon
feel the pulse and vibration and the rumbling force –
somebody is out there beating on a dead horse.
She never said nothing, there was nothing she wrote.
She's gone with the man in the long black coat.

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Wenn wir schon alles falsch machen, dann wenigstens richtig.

[travis a campaign of hate Registriert seit: 10.02.2004 Beiträge: 4,453]

Your eyes are burning holes through me
I'm gasoline
I'm burnin' clean

Twentieth century go and sleep
You're Pleistocene
That is obscene
That is obscene

You are the star tonight
Your sun electric, outta sight
Your light eclipsed the moon tonight
Electrolite
You're outta sight

If I ever want to fly
Mulholland Drive
I am alive

Hollywood is under me
I'm Martin Sheen
I'm Steve McQueen
I'm Jimmy Dean

You are the star tonight
Your sun electric, outta sight
Your light eclipsed the moon tonight
Electrolite
You're outta sight

If you ever want to fly
Mulholland Drive
Up in the sky
Stand on a cliff and look down there
Don't be scared, you are alive

You are alive
You are the star tonight
Your sun electric, outta sight
Your light eclipsed the moon tonight
Electrolite
You're outta sight

Twentieth century go and sleep
Really deep
We won't blink

Your eyes are burning holes through me
I'm not scared
I'm outta here
I'm not scared
I'm outta here

R.E.M. – Electrolite

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[johannes_reiter Registriert seit: 08.02.2004 Beiträge: 410]

Très fantastique, dieser Text!

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The basis of optimism is sheer terror. Oscar Wilde

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Home (Depeche Mode)

Here is a song
From the wrong side of town
Where I'm bound
To the ground
By the loneliest sound
That pounds from within
And is pinning me down

Here is a page
From the emptiest stage
A cage or the heaviest cross ever made
A gauge of the deadliest trap ever laid

And I thank you
From bringing me here
For showing me home
For singing these tears
Finally I've found
That I belong here

The heat and the sickliest
Sweet smelling sheets
That cling to the backs of my knees
And my feet
I'm drowning in time
To a desperate beat

And I thank you
From bringing me here
For showing me home
For singing these tears
Finally I've found
That I belong

Feels like home
I should have known
From my first breath

God send the only true friend
I call mine
Pretend that I'll make amends
The next time
Befriend the glorious end of the line

And I thank you
From bringing me here
For showing me home
For singing these tears
Finally I've found
That I belong here

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reue ist der feste vorsatz, beim nächsten mal keine fingerabdrücke zu hinterlassen.

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Komm mal ans Fenster komm her zu mir
Siehst du da drüben gleich da hinter dem Wellblechzaun
Da drüben auf dem Platz vor Aldi haben sie
Unser Abbild in Stein gehaun

Komm auf die Straße komm her zu mir
Überall Blumen und Girlanden halb zerknüllt
Sieht so aus als hätten die unser Denkmal heute nacht
Schon ohne uns enthüllt

Hol den Voschlaghammer
Sie haben uns ein Denkmal gebaut
Und jeder Vollidiot weiß dass das die Liebe versaut
Ich werd die schlechtesten Sprayer dieser Stadt engagiern
Die sollen nachts noch die Trümmer mit Parolen beschmiern

Komm auf die Beine komm her zu mir
Es wird bald hell und wir haben nicht ewig Zeit
Wenn uns jetzt hier wer erwischt sind wir für immer vereint
in Beton und Seligkeit

Hol den Vorschlaghammer
Sie haben uns ein Denkmal gebaut
Und jeder Vollidiot weiß dass das die Liebe versaut
Ich werd die schlechtesten Sprayer dieser Stadt engagiern
Die sollen nachts noch die Trümmer mit Parolen beschmiern

Siehst du die Inschrift da unten bei den Schuhen
Da steht in goldener Schrift
Wir sollen in Ewigkeit ruhen

Hol den Vorschlaghammer…

Judith Holofernes – DENKMAL

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