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So dann postet hier einfach mal jeder der mag 3 seiner lieblingstexte.
Bob Dylan – Masters of War
come you masters of war, you that build all the guns
you that build the death place, you that build all the guns
you that hide behind walls, you that hide behind desks
i just want you to know, i can see through your masks
you that never done nothing, but to build and destroy
you play with my world, like its your little toy
you put a gun in my hand, then you hide from my eyes
and you turn and run farther as the fast bullets fly
like judas of old, you lie and deceive
a world war can be won, and you want me to believe
but i see through your eyes, and i see through your brain
like i see through the water that runs down my drain
you that fasten all the triggers, for the others to fire
then you sit back and watch, while the death count gets higher
you hide in your mansion, while young people’s blood
flows out their bodies and is buried in the mud
you’ve thrown the worst fear, that could ever be hurled
the fear to bring children, into this world
for threatenin‘ my baby, unborn and unnamed
you ain’t worth the blood that runs in your veins
how much do i know, to talk out of turn?
you might say that i’m young, you might say i’m unlearned
but there’s one thing i know, though i’m younger than you
even jesus would never forgive what you do
let me ask you one question, is your money that good?
will it buy you forgiveness? do you think that it could?
oh, i think you will find, when your death takes its toll
all the money you made will never buy back your soul
and i hope that you die, and your death will come soon
i’ll follow your casket, in the pale afternoon
and i’ll watch as your lowered, into your deathbed
and i’ll stand on your grave till i’m sure that your deadPearl Jam – Sleight of Hand
routine was the theme, he’d wake up and…wash and pour himself into uniform
something he hadn’t imagined being…
as the merging traffic passed, he found himself staring, down, at his own hands..
not remembering the change, not recalling the plan, was it…?
he was okay, but wondering about wandering
was it age? by consequence? or was he moved by sleight of hand?
mondays were made to fall, lost on a road he knew by heart
it was like a book he read in his sleep, endlessly…
sometimes he hid in his radio, watching others pull into their homes
while he was drifting…
on a line, of his own, off the line, on the side
by the by, as dirt turned to sand, as if moved by sleight of hand
when he reached the shore of his clip-on world
he resurfaced to the norm
organized his few things, his coat and keys…
any new realizations would have to wait til he had more time, more time…
time to dream, to himself
he waves goodbye, to himself
i’ll see you on the other side…
another man…moved by sleight of hand…Neil Young – My My Hey Hey (out of the blue)
my my, hey hey
rock and roll is here to stay
it’s better to burn out
than to fade away
my my, hey hey
out of the blue and into the black
they give you this, but you pay for that
and once you’re gone, you can never come back
when you’re out of the blue and into the black
the king is gone but he’s not forgotten
this is the story of a Johnny Rotten
it’s better to burn out than it is to rust
the king is gone but he’s not forgotten
hey hey, my my
rock and roll can never die
there’s more to the picture
than meets the eye
hey hey, my my--
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Die 50 besten Songs von Willie Nelson
Priscilla Presley über Elvis‘ Tablettensucht: „Er wusste, was er tat“
WerbungDas ist ein weites Feld.
Mir fallen erschtemah Tocotronic ein:
„Es ist mir egel, aber…
es ist mir egal, aber…
es mir egal aber…
so will ich’s doch nicht haben!“Und latürnich Tom Waits mit dem Anfang von „Frank’s Wild Years“
„Well, Frank settled down in the valley
and he hung his wild years on a nail
that he drove through his wife’s forehead.“Sowie Achim Reichel:
„Rock’n’Roll und graue Schläfen –
wer hätte das gedacht?
Die Anderen sind Abteilungsleiter –
wir reiten durch die Nacht.“--
Wenn wir schon alles falsch machen, dann wenigstens richtig.Ich mag eher die mehrdeutig interpretierbaren Texte wie z.B. von Depeche Mode:
Walking in my shoes
I would tell you about the things
They put me through
The pain I’ve been subjected to
But the Lord himself would blush
The countless feasts laid at my feet
Forbidden fruits for me to eat
But I think your pulse would start to rush
Now I’m not looking for absolution
Forgiveness for the things I do
But before you come to any conclusions
Try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes
You’ll stumble in my footsteps
Keep the same appointments I kept
If you try walking in my shoes
If you try walking in my shoes
Morality would frown upon
Decency look down upon
The scapegoat fate’s made of me
But I promise now, my judge and jurors
My intentions couldn’t have been purer
My case is easy to see
I’m not looking for a clearer conscience
Peace of mind after what I’ve been through
And before we talk of any repentance
Try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes
You’ll stumble in my footsteps
Keep the same appointments I kept
If you try walking in my shoes
If you try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes
Now I’m not looking for absolution
Forgiveness for the things I do
But before you come to any conclusions
Try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes
You’ll stumble in my footsteps
Keep the same appointments I kept
If you try walking in my shoes
You’ll stumble in my footsteps
Keep the same appointments I kept
If you try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes
If you try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoesSweetest perfection
The sweetest perfection
To call my own
The slightest correction
Couldn’t finely hone
The sweetest infection
Of body and mind
Sweetest injection
Of any kind
I stop and I stare too much
Afraid that I care too much
And I hardly dare to touch
For fear that the spell may be broken
When I need a drug in me
And it brings out the thug in me
Feel something tugging me
Then I want the real thing not tokens
The sweetest perfection…
Things you’d expect to be
Having effect on me
Pass undetectedly
But everyone knows what has got me
Takes me completely
Touches so sweetly
Reaches so deeply
I know that nothing can stop me
Sweetest perfection
An offer was made
An assorted collection
But I wouldn’t trade
The sweetest perfection…
Takes me completely
Touches so sweetly
Reaches so deeply
Nothing ca stop meIn your room
In your room
Where time stands still
Or moves at your will
Will you let the morning come soon
Or will you leave me lying here
In your favourite darkness
Your favourite half-light
Your favourite consciousness
Your favourite slave
In your room
Where souls disappear
Only you exist here
Will you lead me to your armchair
Or leave me lying here
Your favourite innocence
Your favourite prize
Your favourite smile
Your favourite slave
I’m hanging on your words
living on your breath
feeling with your skin
Will I always be here
In your room
Your burning eyes
Cause flames to arise
Will you let the fire die down soon
Or will I always be here
Your favourite passion
Your favourite game
Your favourite mirror
Your favourite slave
I’m hanging on your words
living on your breath
feeling with your skin
Will I always be hereenjoy the net
florian--
German people travel everywhere!Kleiner Auszug aus „Dein Herz ist ein einsamer Jäger“ von den Strombolis
„Nun häng ich hier zwischen all den andern,
an deiner Wand und blute aus.Knall sie doch ab, Knall sie doch einfach nur ab Mensch!
Aber warum musst du sie denn auch noch
lächeln sehen?Dein Herz ist ein einsamer Jäger,
und für den ist nun mal immer Saison…“Hm… eigentlich sind solche Texte ja nur die Hälfte ohne den musikalischen Vortrag.
„To talk about music is like dancing on architecture…“
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Say the word and you'll be free!Love In Vain (Robert Johnson) ist für mich das schönste und traurigste Liebeslied
I followed her to the station with a suitcase in my hand
And I followed her to the station with a suitcase in my hand
Well it’s hard to tell it’s hard to tell, when all your love’s in vain
All my love’s in vainWhen the train rolled up to the station, I looked her in the eye
When the train rolled up to the station, and I looked her in the eye
Well I was lonesome I felt so lonesome, and I could not help but cry
All my love’s in vainWhen the train it left the station, ‚t was two lights on behind
When the train it left the station, ‚t was two lights on behind
Well the blue light was my blues and the red light was my mind
All my love’s in vainOoh… (vocalized verse)
All my love’s in vainDer blödsinnigste (ohne zu nerven wie manches andere) deutsche Liedtext stammt von Trio:
Drei Mann im Doppelbett
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Mehr Blues, Soul und Swing auf www.wasser-prawda.de3 meiner Favs:
Josh Rouse – The White Trash Period Of My Life
careful with words they are so meaningful
yet they scatter like booze from a breath
this genius is dead
happy and willing to die for your love
happy and willing to dieback in the bedroom it’s 4am
hear the clatter from the neighbours upstairs
happy and willing to die for your love
happy and willing to die
laid off for weeks now feel the sore
still in tatters from the smell of you
happy and willing to die for your love
happy and willing to die (so cold)I won’t make a sound
sleep on the floor lay on the couch
put yourself out
la da da da da da..Wilco – She´s A Jar
She’s a jar
With a heavy lid
My pop quiz kid
A sleepy kisser
With feelings hid
She begs me not to miss herShe says forever
To light a fuse
We could use
A hand full of wheel
And a day off
And a bruised road
However you might feel
Tonight is realWhen I forget how to talk I sing
Won’t you please
Bring that flash to shine
And turn my eyes red
Unless they close
When you click
And my face gets sick
Stuck
Like a question unposedJust climb aboard
The tracks of a train’s arm
In my fragile family tree
And watch me floating inches above
The people under meAre there really ones like these
The ones I dream
Float like leaves
And freeze to spread skeleton wings
I passed through before I knew youMogwai – CODY
Of all I knew, her held too few.
And would you stop me, if I try to stop you.Old songs stay ‚til the end.
Sad songs remind me of friends.
And the way it is, I could leave it all
And I ask myself, would you care at all.Love In Vain (Robert Johnson) ist für mich das schönste und traurigste Liebeslied
I followed her to the station with a suitcase in my hand
And I followed her to the station with a suitcase in my hand
Well it’s hard to tell it’s hard to tell, when all your love’s in vain
All my love’s in vainWhen the train rolled up to the station, I looked her in the eye
When the train rolled up to the station, and I looked her in the eye
Well I was lonesome I felt so lonesome, and I could not help but cry
All my love’s in vainWhen the train it left the station, ‚t was two lights on behind
When the train it left the station, ‚t was two lights on behind
Well the blue light was my blues and the red light was my mind
All my love’s in vainOoh… (vocalized verse)
All my love’s in vain
Yeah, yeah…
:sauf:--
Di. & Do. ab 20.00 Uhr, Sa. von 20.30 Uhr Infos unter: [/COLOR][/SIZE]http://www.radiostonefm.deBarrel Of A Gun – depeche mode
Do you mean this horny creep
Set upon weary feet
Who looks in need for sleep
That doesn’t come
This twisted, tortured mess
This bed of sinfulness
Who’s longing for some rest
And feeling numbWhat do you expect of me
What is it you want
Whatever you’ve planned for me
I’m not he oneA vicious appetite
Visits me each night
And won’t be satisfied
Won’t be denied
An unbearable pain
A beating in my brain
That leaves the mark of Cain
Right here insideWhat am I supposed to do
When everything that I’ve done
Is leading me to conclude
I’m not he oneWhatever I’ve done
I’ve been staring down the barrel of a gunIs there something you need from me
Are you having your fun
I never agreed to be
Your holy oneWhatever I’ve done
I’ve been staring down the barrel of a gunWalking In My Shoes – depeche mode
(siehe oben)--
reue ist der feste vorsatz, beim nächsten mal keine fingerabdrücke zu hinterlassen.Also einmal von Lemon Song (Led Zep)
„Squeeze me, baby til the juice runs down my leg“
Dann Jim Morrison:
Father? Yes Son-I want to kill you/
Mother? (dann schreit er irgendetwas)Und das unter mir von John Lennon
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Let's Broke Some Stuff, Dude! Yeah! Kill! Kill! Destroy!Dann Jim Morrison:
Father? Yes Son-I want to kill you/
Mother? (dann schreit er irgendetwasich habe das immer als ‚i want to screw you‘ gedeutet.--
but I did not.pfui
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Like drinking poison Like eating glass[/SIZE]Also einmal von Lemon Song (Led Zep)
„Squeeze me, baby til the juice runs down my leg“
Dann Jim Morrison:
Father? Yes Son-I want to kill you/
Mother? (dann schreit er irgendetwas)Und das unter mir von John Lennon
Das unter dir ist nicht von John Lennon sondern von den Byrds.
So You Wanna Be The Rock’n’Roll Star
Geschrieben von Roger McGuinn and Chris Hillman!--
Doch viel,viel lauter noch sind die, die nix zu sagen haben... [/SIZE]Also mit dem Superlativ bin ich mal lieber etwas vorsichtig, sehr großartig sind aber erst mal diese beiden, mein z.Zt. liebster deutscher Text und einer meiner All Time Favourites der englischen Sprache:
The Cure „From the Edge of the Deep Green Sea“
Every time we do this I fall for her
Wave after wave after wave it´s all for her
“I know this can´t be wrong” I say
(and I lie to keep her happy)
“As long as I know that you know
That today I belong right here with you
Right here with you…”And so we watch the sun come out from the edge of the deep green sea
And she listens like her head´s on fire like she wants to believe in me
So I try
“Put your hands in the sky
Surrender remember
We´ll be here forever and never say goodbye…”I´ve never been so colourfully-see-through-head before
I´ve never been so wonderfully-me-you-want-some-more
And all I want is to keep it like this
You and me alone a secret kiss
And don´t go home
Don´t go away
Don´t let this end
Please stay
Not just for today“Never never never never never let me go” she says
“Hold me like this for a hundred thousand million days”
But suddenly she slows and looks down at my breaking face
“Why do you cry? What did I say?”
“But it´s just rain” I smile brushing my tears awayI wish I could just stop
I know another moment will break my heart
Too many tears
Too many times
Too many years I cried over youHow much more can we use it up?
Drink it dry?
Take this drug?
Looking for something forever gone
But something we will always want?“Why why why are you letting me go?” she says
“I feel you pulling back I feel you changing shape…”
And just as I´m breaking free she hangs herself in front of me
Slips her dress like a flag to the floor
And hands in the sky surrenders it all…I wish I could just stop
I know another moment will break my heart
Too many tears
Too many times
Too many years I cried for youIt´s always the same
Wake up in the rain
Head in pain
Hung in shame
A different name
Same old game
Love in vain
And miles and miles and miles and miles and miles
Away from home againWir sind Helden „Du erkennst mich nicht wieder“
Du erkennst mich nicht wieder
Allein
Mein Gesicht sei noch gleich
Und du weißt nicht ob das reicht
Um nicht alleine zu seinDu erkennst mich nicht wieder
Unerkannt
bin ich die halbe Nacht
noch um die Häuser geranntIch erkenn hier nichts wieder
Alles müde und alt
und ich male uns beide
als Umriss aus Kreide
auf den AsphaltDu erkennst mich nicht wieder
Unerkannt
hab ich dann drüben im Park
meine Kleider verbranntIch erkenn mich nicht wieder
Nur mein Herz das noch schlägt
Und ich hebe die Arme
um zu sehn ob die warme
Nachtluft mich trägtDu erkennst mich nicht wieder
Unerkannt
flieg ich ans Ende der Stadt
ans Ende der Welt
und über den RandUnd der dritte… ööhm, der kommt später, den heb ich mir erst mal noch auf.
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I´m Afraid Of AmericansPhoney, der Cure-Text ist wirklich unglaublich schön.
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*seufz* nicht wahr?
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I´m Afraid Of Americans
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