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[luke-steele Registriert seit: 15.04.2004 Beiträge: 3]

The Smiths – There Is A Light That Never Goes Out (Morrissey)

Take me out tonight
Where there's music and there's people
And they're young and alive
Driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Because I haven't got one
Anymore

Take me out tonight
Because I want to see people and I
Want to see life
Driving in your car
Oh, please don't drop me home
Because it's not my home, it's their
Home, and I'm welcome no more

And if a double-decker bus
Crashes into us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten-ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well, the pleasure – the privilege is mine

Take me out tonight
Take me anywhere, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
And in the darkened underpass
I thought Oh God, my chance has come at last
(But then a strange fear gripped me and I
Just couldn't ask)

Take me out tonight
Oh, take me anywhere, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
Driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Because I haven't got one, da …
Oh, I haven't got one

And if a double-decker bus
Crashes into us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten-ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well, the pleasure – the privilege is mine

Oh, There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out
There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out
There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out
There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out
There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out
There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out
There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out
There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out
There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out

Morrissey – Seasick, Yet Still Docked

I am a poor freezingly cold soul
So far from where
I intended to go
Scavenging through life's very constant lulls
So far from where I'm determined to go

Wish I knew the way to reach the one I love
There is no way …
Wish I had the charm to attract the one I love
But you see, I've got no charm
Mmm…

Tonight I've consumed much more than I can hold
Oh, this is very clear to you
And you can tell I have never really loved
You can tell, by the way, I sleep all day

And all of my life no-one gave me anything
No-one has ever given me anything
My love is as sharp as a needle in your eye
You must be such a fool
To pass me by

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Burn down the disco Hang the blessed DJ Because the music that they constantly play IT SAYS NOTHING TO ME ABOUT MY LIFE [Morrissey] ******************************** Rave is the refuge for the mentally deficient. It's made by dull people for dull people. [Morrissey]

[luke-steele Registriert seit: 15.04.2004 Beiträge: 3]

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

Everyone is trying to get to the bar.
The name of the bar, the bar is called Heaven.
The band in Heaven plays my favorite song.
They play it once again, they play it all night long.

Heaven is a place where nothing ever happens.
Heaven is a place where nothing ever happens.

There is a party, everyone is there.
Everyone will leave at exactly the same time.
Its hard to imagine that nothing at all
could be so exciting, and so much fun.

Heaven is a place where nothing ever happens.
Heaven is a place where nothing ever happens.

When this kiss is over it will start again.
It will not be any different, it will be exactly
the same.
It's hard to imagine that nothing at all
could be so exciting, could be so much fun.

Heaven is a place where nothing every happens.
Heaven is a place where nothing every happens.

David Byrne (Talking Heads) – HEAVEN

The time to rise has been engaged
You're better best to rearrange
I'm talking here to me alone
I listen to the finest worksong
Your finest hour

Another chance has been engaged
To throw Thoreau and rearrange
You are following this time
I beg you not beg to rhyme (blow your horn)
Your finest hour (blow your horn)

Take your instinct by the reins
Your better best to rearrange
What we want and what we need
Has been confused been confused (blow your horn)
Your finest hour (blow your song)

Take your instinct by the reins
Better best to rearrange
What we want and what we need
Has been confused been confused (blow your horn)
Your finest hour (blow your song)
Your finest hour (blow your horn)
Your finest hour (blow your song)
Your finest hour

R.E.M. – FINEST WORKSONG

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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

[moontear Registriert seit: 20.12.2002 Beiträge: 14,237]

Hurricane
by Bob Dylan and Jacques Levy 1975

Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall.
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood,
Cries out, „My God, they killed them all!“
Here comes the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see
And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously.
„I didn't do it,“ he says, and he throws up his hands
„I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand.
I saw them leavin',“ he says, and he stops
„One of us had better call up the cops.“
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene
with their red lights flashin' In the hot New Jersey night.

Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around.
Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that.
In Paterson that's just the way things go.
If you're black you might as well not show up on the street
'Less you wanna draw the heat.

Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops.
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
He said, „I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates.“
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head.
Cop said, „Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead“
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man could hardly see
They told him that he could identify the guilty men

Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in,
Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says, „Wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!“
Yes, here's the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Four months later, the ghettos are in flame,
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame.
„Remember that murder that happened in a bar?“
„Remember you said you saw the getaway car?“
„You think you'd like to play ball with the law?“
„Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw
runnin' that night?“ „Don't forget that you are white.“

Arthur Dexter Bradley said, „I'm really not sure.“
Cops said, „A poor boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello
Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail,
be a nice fellow.
You'll be doin' society a favor.
That sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver.
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain't no Gentleman Jim.“

Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that much.
It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail.
But then they took him to the jail house
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.

All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance.
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger.
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger
. And though they could not produce the gun,
The D.A. said he was the one
who did the deed And the all-white jury agreed.

Rubin Carter was falsely tried.
The crime was murder „one,“ guess who testified?
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride.
How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool's hand?
To see him obviously framed
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed
to live in a land
Where justice is a game.

Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis
and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell.
That's the story of the Hurricane,
But it won't be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he's done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Dylan kannte ich schon vorher, halt die bekannteren Sachen („Blowin' in the Wind“, „Knockin' on heaven's door“) aber seit diesem Song liebe ich ihn heiß und innig.

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[moontear Registriert seit: 20.12.2002 Beiträge: 14,237]

After The Gold Rush
Neil Young

Well, I dreamed I saw the knights in armor coming
Sayin' something about a queen
There were peasants singin' and drummers drumming
And the archer split the tree
There was a fanfare blowin' to the sun
That floated on the breeze
Look at Mother Nature on the run in the nineteen seventies
Look at Mother Nature on the run in the nineteen seventies

I was lyin' in a burned out basement
With a full moon in my eyes
I was hopin' for a replacement
When the sun burst through the skies
There was a band playin' in my head
And I felt like getting high
Thinkin' about what a friend had said, I was hopin' it was a lie
Thinkin' about what a friend had said, I was hopin' it was a lie

Well, I dreamed a saw the silver spaceships flying
In the yellow have of the sun
The were children crying and colors flying
All around the chosen ones
All in a dream, all in a dream
The loading had begun
Flyin' mother nature's silver seed to a new home in the sun
Flyin' mother nature's silver seed to a new home

Das erste Stück was ich jemals von Neil Young hörte. War auf einem Billig-Sampler mit all den üblichen Oldies aus den 50ern und 60ern die man halt auf solchen Samplern findet. Das Stück sorgte dafür, mehr über diesen Mann zu erfahren.

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Thrasher
Neil Young

They were hiding behind hay bales, they were planting in the full moon
They had given all they had for something new
But the light of day was on them, they could see the thrashers coming
And the water shone like diamonds in the dew

And I was just getting up, hit the road before it's light
Trying to catch an hour on the sun
When I saw those thrashers rolling by, looking more than two lanes wide
I was feelin' like my day had just begun.

Where the eagle glides ascending there's an ancient river bending
Down the timeless gorge of changes where sleeplessness awaits
I searched out my companions, they were lost in crystal canyons
When the aimless blade of science slashed the pearly gates
It was then I knew I'd had enough, burned my credit card for fuel
Headed out to where the pavement turns to sand
With a one-way ticket to the land of truth and my suitcase in my hand
How I lost my friends I still don't understand

They had the best selection, they were poisoned with protection
There was nothing that they needed, they had nothing left to find
They were lost in rock formations or became park bench mutations
On the sidewalks and in the stations they were waiting, waiting
So I got bored and left them there, they were just deadweight to me
It's better on the road without that load
Brought back the time when I was eight or nine
I was watchin' my mama's T.V., it was that great Grand Canyon rescue episode
Where the vulture glides descending on an asphalt highway bending
Thru libraries and museums, galaxies and stars
Down the windy halls of friendship to the rose clipped by the bullwhip
The motel of lost companions waits with heated pool and air-conditioned bar

But me I'm not stopping there, got my own row left to hoe
Just another line in the field of time
When the thrashers come and I'm stuck in the sun like dinosaurs in shrines
Then I'll know the time has come to give what's mine

Unfassbar schön. Dieser Mann kann mit Worten Bilder malen!

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[nikodemus Registriert seit: 07.03.2004 Beiträge: 21,336]

Mensch Moontear, da hast du gleich zwei meiner all-time-neil-favs reingestellt, wirklich tolle songs/songwriting
Wobei man bei trasher natürlich die damalige situation kennen sollte (Goodbye CSN, hello SexPistols!)

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and now we rise and we are everywhere

[moontear Registriert seit: 20.12.2002 Beiträge: 14,237]

Originally posted by nikodemus@25 Apr 2004, 12:35
Mensch Moontear, da hast du gleich zwei meiner all-time-neil-favs reingestellt, wirklich tolle songs/songwriting
Wobei man bei trasher natürlich die damalige situation kennen sollte (Goodbye CSN, hello SexPistols!)

Das freut mich, ein Gleichgesinnter ;)
Die Bezüge zu CSN sind unübersehbar (bzw. hörbar):

„They had the best selection, they were poisoned with protection
There was nothing that they needed, they had nothing left to find
They were lost in rock formations or became park bench mutations
On the sidewalks and in the stations they were waiting, waiting
So I got bored and left them there, they were just deadweight to me“

Aber Sex Pistols? Da doch eher in „My My, Hey Hey…“

Ich hoffe, daß es Young noch mal schafft, ein Album wie zuletzt „Sleeps with Angels“ oder wenigstens „Broken Arrow“ aufzunehmen. :)

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[nikodemus Registriert seit: 07.03.2004 Beiträge: 21,336]

Ja klar, er nimmt nicht direkt bezug wie in hey hey, ich meine auch nur die Abkehr von den althippies und die hinwendung zum grunge

Ich hoffe, daß es Young noch mal schafft, ein Album wie zuletzt „Sleeps with Angels“ oder wenigstens „Broken Arrow“ aufzunehmen.

Broken Arrow wäre keine Hürde, ganz sicher…Aber Sleeps with Angels war halt doch was ganz besonderes, da müsste sich schon dylan die knarre schnappen und neil zitieren, ansonsten wird er sleeps nicht mehr übertreffen….aber man weiss ja nie bei ihm….ausserdem warten wir ja alle noch auf die neil-young-archives…..das müssten jetzt so 15-20 Alben ergeben ;)

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[moontear Registriert seit: 20.12.2002 Beiträge: 14,237]

Originally posted by nikodemus@26 Apr 2004, 19:48
Broken Arrow wäre keine Hürde, ganz sicher…Aber Sleeps with Angels war halt doch was ganz besonderes, da müsste sich schon dylan die knarre schnappen und neil zitieren, ansonsten wird er sleeps nicht mehr übertreffen….aber man weiss ja nie bei ihm….ausserdem warten wir ja alle noch auf die neil-young-archives…..das müssten jetzt so 15-20 Alben ergeben ;)

Kann es sein, daß die Archives schon seit etwa einem Vierteljahrhundert angekündet sind? :rolleyes:
Meine mal gelesen zu haben, daß Young um die Veröffentlichung von „Decade“ erstmals mit dem Gedanken spielte.
15 Alben bestimmt, „Human Highway“, „Island in the Sun“, wird sicher vieles gar nicht groß erwähnt haben was er so mal eben eingespielt hat, der gute Neil. B)

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[nikodemus Registriert seit: 07.03.2004 Beiträge: 21,336]

tja ………..ich warte auch noch auf die islands in the sun und vor allen auf homegrown, welches ja anstatt Tonights The NIght erscheinen sollte und eine Art dunkles Harvest sei. Aber stell dir mal vor, Neil hat noch mehr songs wie stringman in seinem repertoire und veröffentlicht sie nicht…..

ich bin immer noch guter Hoffnung, die archives kommen……come on neil :(

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[moontear Registriert seit: 20.12.2002 Beiträge: 14,237]

Originally posted by nikodemus@26 Apr 2004, 23:34
tja ………..ich warte auch noch auf die islands in the sun und vor allen auf homegrown, welches ja anstatt Tonights The NIght erscheinen sollte und eine Art dunkles Harvest sei. Aber stell dir mal vor, Neil hat noch mehr songs wie stringman in seinem repertoire und veröffentlicht sie nicht…..

ich bin immer noch guter Hoffnung, die archives kommen……come on neil :(

Ich habe auch mal gelesen, daß er mal gesagt hat, er wolle sie zu Lebzeiten gar nicht veröffentlichen weil sie nichts mehr mit ihm zu tun haben und er schon ganz woanders ist oder so ähnlich.
Wäre sehr schade wenn er es dabei belassen würde, aber Neil ist ja sehr flexibel :D

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[nikodemus Registriert seit: 07.03.2004 Beiträge: 21,336]

Erstellt am 27 Apr 2004, 04:57

Mensch Moontear, bist du ein Frühaufsteher oder ein Langaufbleiber?

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[moontear Registriert seit: 20.12.2002 Beiträge: 14,237]

Originally posted by nikodemus@27 Apr 2004, 11:17

Mensch Moontear, bist du ein Frühaufsteher oder ein Langaufbleiber?

Frühaufsteher, wundere mich aber grade warum da 4:57 steht, muß mein Profil mal auf Sommerzeit angleichen :D

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[grymauch Registriert seit: 06.02.2003 Beiträge: 93]

Tom Jones – Love is in the air

text brauch ich wohl nicht posten, oder?

das perfekte lied zum aufstehen und um sich auf den sommer vorzubereiten.

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Well a man´s got to do, what a man must do !

[blackbird Registriert seit: 22.01.2004 Beiträge: 755]

The Beatles – The Night Before

Ein sehr eindeutiger Text

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If I'm Wrong, I'm Right Where I Belong