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    travis
    a campaign of hate

    Registriert seit: 10.02.2004

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    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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    Let's rock and roll/put some real hip hop in your soul/over this track there's no stoppin the flow/let's blast off in a ridiculous way/face off, like Nicolas Cage
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    travis
    a campaign of hate

    Registriert seit: 10.02.2004

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    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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    Let's rock and roll/put some real hip hop in your soul/over this track there's no stoppin the flow/let's blast off in a ridiculous way/face off, like Nicolas Cage
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    travis
    a campaign of hate

    Registriert seit: 10.02.2004

    Beiträge: 4,453

    Righty Right :)

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    Let's rock and roll/put some real hip hop in your soul/over this track there's no stoppin the flow/let's blast off in a ridiculous way/face off, like Nicolas Cage
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    mark-oliver-everett

    Registriert seit: 14.12.2003

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    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

    --

    TRINKEN WIE GEORGE BEST UND FUSSBALL SPIELEN WIE MARADONA
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    johannes_reiter

    Registriert seit: 08.02.2004

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    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
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    travis
    a campaign of hate

    Registriert seit: 10.02.2004

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    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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    Let's rock and roll/put some real hip hop in your soul/over this track there's no stoppin the flow/let's blast off in a ridiculous way/face off, like Nicolas Cage
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    joerg-koenig

    Registriert seit: 09.08.2002

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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.
    #1809441  | PERMALINK

    Anonym
    Inaktiv

    Registriert seit: 01.01.1970

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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

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    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

    --

    The basis of optimism is sheer terror. Oscar Wilde
    #1809445  | PERMALINK

    johannes_reiter

    Registriert seit: 08.02.2004

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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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    joerg-koenig

    Registriert seit: 09.08.2002

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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.
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    travis
    a campaign of hate

    Registriert seit: 10.02.2004

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    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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    Let's rock and roll/put some real hip hop in your soul/over this track there's no stoppin the flow/let's blast off in a ridiculous way/face off, like Nicolas Cage
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    johannes_reiter

    Registriert seit: 08.02.2004

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    Très fantastique, dieser Text!

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    The basis of optimism is sheer terror. Oscar Wilde
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    personal-jesus

    Registriert seit: 30.09.2003

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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

    --

    reue ist der feste vorsatz, beim nächsten mal keine fingerabdrücke zu hinterlassen.
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    travis
    a campaign of hate

    Registriert seit: 10.02.2004

    Beiträge: 4,453

    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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    Let's rock and roll/put some real hip hop in your soul/over this track there's no stoppin the flow/let's blast off in a ridiculous way/face off, like Nicolas Cage
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