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    Ich bekomm da jedesmal ne Gänsehaut

    R.E.M. - Nightswimming

    Nightswimming deserves a quiet night.
    The photograph on the dashboard, taken years ago,
    turned around backwards so the windshield shows.
    Every streetlight reveals the picture in reverse.
    Still, it's so much clearer.
    I forgot my shirt at the water's edge.
    The moon is low tonight.
    Nightswimming deserves a quiet night.
    I'm not sure all these people understand.
    It's not like years ago,
    The fear of getting caught,
    of recklessness and water.
    They cannot see me naked.
    These things, they go away,
    replaced by everyday.

    Nightswimming, remembering that night.
    September's coming soon.
    I'm pining for the moon.
    And what if there were two
    Side by side in orbit
    Around the fairest sun?
    That bright, tight forever drum
    could not describe nightswimming.

    You, I thought I knew you.
    You I cannot judge.
    You, I thought you knew me,
    this one laughing quietly underneath my breath.
    Nightswimming.

    The photograph reflects, every streetlight a reminder. Nightswimming deserves a quiet night, deserves a quiet night
    Tante²+²

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      wie empfindet ihr Musik ? Wie gesagt ist Musik eine höhrer art der Kommunikation, deswegen werden ja auch Filme mit Musik untermalt. Musik trägt Gefühle mit sich. Sie kann spannung erzeugen. Angst... Freude.... GÄNSEHAUT ! Und viel mehr.

      Irgend einer schrieb mal zu der DS9 Folge "The Siege of ARR456" oder wie das noch hies , ich kann es nur sinngemäß wieder geben :
      "Diese Folge hatte nicht nur ein hintergrund geplänkel, nein die Musik verstärkt die Gefühle..."

      Und das Stimmt, selbst wenn ich die Folge noch nicht kenne, aber Musik macht eine Menge aus !

      Ich höre z.b gerne die Musik aus "Gladiator" die Musik ist einfach nur GEIL ! Der Film ist einfach ein Meisterwerk, stellt euch mal den Film ohne die Musik vor... GRUSEL *gg*

      Also was haltet ihr von Musik... Ich hoffe ich sehe jetzt mal wieder mehr als nur Texte *gg*

      Aber trotzdem will ich Texte sehen *g*

      Es grüßt euch

      Dominion
      scotty stream me up ;)
      das leben ist ein scheiss spiel, aber die Grafik ist geil :D
      aber leider entschieden zu real

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        Original geschrieben von Nash
        Ich bekomm da jedesmal ne Gänsehaut

        R.E.M. - Nightswimming

        Nightswimming deserves a quiet night.
        The photograph on the dashboard, taken years ago,
        turned around backwards so the windshield shows.
        Every streetlight reveals the picture in reverse.
        Still, it's so much clearer.
        I forgot my shirt at the water's edge.
        The moon is low tonight.
        Nightswimming deserves a quiet night.
        I'm not sure all these people understand.
        It's not like years ago,
        The fear of getting caught,
        of recklessness and water.
        They cannot see me naked.
        These things, they go away,
        replaced by everyday.

        Nightswimming, remembering that night.
        September's coming soon.
        I'm pining for the moon.
        And what if there were two
        Side by side in orbit
        Around the fairest sun?
        That bright, tight forever drum
        could not describe nightswimming.

        You, I thought I knew you.
        You I cannot judge.
        You, I thought you knew me,
        this one laughing quietly underneath my breath.
        Nightswimming.

        The photograph reflects, every streetlight a reminder. Nightswimming deserves a quiet night, deserves a quiet night
        Ist wirklich ein schönes Lied, kann man gut mitsingen.
        So wie ich gerade.
        Für mich sind Texte schon sehr sehr wichtig, allerdings auch die richtigen Instrumente und so...

        Im vorzeitigen Ruhestand.

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          Hier ein Song den ich zur zeit rauf und runter höre nd mit dem ich mich auch absolut identifizieren kann:

          METALLICA - ST: ANGER

          -------------------------------------------------------------

          Saint Anger 'round my neck
          Saint Anger 'round my neck
          He never gets respect
          Saint Anger 'round my neck
          (You flush it out, you flush it out)
          Saint Anger 'round my neck
          (You flush it out, you flush it out)
          He never gets respect
          (You flush it out, you flush it out)
          Saint Anger 'round my neck
          (You flush it out, you flush it out)
          He never gets respect

          Fuck it all and no regrets
          I hit the lights on these dark sets
          I need a voice to let myself
          To let myself go free
          Fuck it all and fuckin' no regrets
          I hit the lights on these dark sets
          Medallion noose, I hang myself
          Saint Anger 'round my neck

          I feel my world shake
          Like an earth quake
          It's hard to see clear
          Is it me? Is it fear?
          I'm madly in anger with you
          I'm madly in anger with you
          I'm madly in anger with you
          I'm madly in anger with you

          (repeat all)

          I want my anger to be healthy
          I want my anger just for me
          I need my anger not to control
          I want my anger to be me
          I need to set my anger free
          I need to set my anger free
          I need to set my anger free
          I need to set my anger free

          Fuck it all and no regrets
          I hit the lights on these dark sets
          Tie a noose or hang myself
          Saint Anger 'round my neck

          I feel my world shake
          Like an earth quake
          It's hard to see clear
          Is it me? Is it fear?
          I'm madly in anger with you
          I'm madly in anger with you
          I'm madly in anger with you
          I'm madly in anger with you
          I'm madly in anger with you
          I'm madly in anger with you
          I'm madly in anger with you
          I'm madly in anger with you
          If one day speed kills me, do not cry because I was smiling
          - Paul Walker
          1973 - 2013

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            Uuuh, die neue 'tallicA gefällt mir ja irgendwie gar nicht. Okay "Dirty Window" mag ich, aber ansonsten... ach ich weiß nicht, klingt mir alles zu bemüht die Lieder ja über 6 Minuten zu halten, obwohl soviel gar nicht mehr kommt. Dann doch lieber wieder "Sanitarium" oder die ganze "Puppets" rauf und runter hören.

            ---

            Anyway:
            Titel: "Hurt"
            Interpret: eigentlich Mr. Reznors "Nine Inch Nails" aber interessanterweise ist die Interpretation von Johnny Cash (ja, ein Country-Großvater covert NIN...) viel intensiver, gänsehautverursachender und eindringlicher (vorallem in Verbindung mit dem Musikvideo... whow) als das Original , das als eines der besten Lider der NINs gilt.
            Dann wiederum hat der Cash sehr viel mehr drauf als "Ring of Fire", schade nur dass das hier kaum einer weiß.


            I hurt myself today
            To see if I still feel
            I focus on the pain
            The only thing that's real
            The needle tears a hole
            The old familiar sting
            Try to kill it all away
            But I remember everything

            What have I become?
            My sweetest friend
            Everyone I know
            Goes away in the end
            You could have it all
            My empire of dirt
            I will let you down
            I will make you hurt

            I wear this crown of thorns
            Upon my liar's chair
            Full of broken thoughts
            I cannot repair
            Beneath the stain of time
            The feeling disappears
            You are someone else
            I am still right here

            What have I become?
            My sweetest friend
            Everyone I know
            Goes away in the end
            You could have it all
            My empire of dirt
            I will let you down
            I will make you hurt

            If I could start again
            A million miles away
            I would keep myself
            I would find a way

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              Interpret: Sting
              Song: Russians

              In Europe and America, there's a growing feeling of hysteria
              Conditioned to respond to all the threats
              In the rhetorical speeches of the Soviets
              Mr. Krushchev said we will bury you
              I don't subscribe to this point of view
              It would be such an ignorant thing to do
              If the Russians love their children too
              How can I save my little boy from Oppenheimer's deadly toy
              There is no monopoly in common sense
              On either side of the political fence
              We share the same biology
              Regardless of ideology
              Believe me when I say to you
              I hope the Russians love their children too

              There is no historical precedent
              To put the words in the mouth of the President
              There's no such thing as a winnable war
              It's a lie that we don't believe anymore
              Mr. Reagan says we will protect you
              I don't subscribe to this point of view
              Believe me when I say to you
              I hope the Russians love their children too

              We share the same biology
              Regardless of ideology
              What might save us, me, and you
              Is that the Russians love their children too
              Mir gefällt das Lied gut, kann man denke ich auf das Jetzt übertragen.

              Im vorzeitigen Ruhestand.

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                ich mag sehr derne englische lieder, aber ich kann sie nicht verstehen, da sie ne andere sprache sind, ich kann immer nur erahnen umwas es in den ENG Liedern geht....

                Schade nicht wahr... Aber man kan nicht alles können
                scotty stream me up ;)
                das leben ist ein scheiss spiel, aber die Grafik ist geil :D
                aber leider entschieden zu real

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                  Auch nochmal was für Dominion :


                  Die Toten Hosen - Alles aus Liebe

                  Ich würde dir gern sagen, wie sehr ich dich mag.
                  Warum ich nur noch an dich denken kann.
                  Ich fühl mich wie verhext und in Gefangenschaft.
                  Und du allein trägst Schuld daran.

                  Worte sind dafür zu schwach,
                  ich befürchte, du glaubst mir nicht.
                  Mir kommt es vor, als ob mich jemand warnt:
                  Dieses Märchen wird nicht gut ausgehn.

                  Es ist die Eifersucht, die mich auffrißt.
                  Immer dann, wenn du nicht in meiner Nähe bist.
                  Von Dr. Jekyll werde ich zu Mr. Hyde.
                  Ich kann nichts dagegen tun, plötzlich ist es soweit.

                  Ich bin kurz davor durchzudrehn,
                  aus Angst dich zu verlieren.
                  Und daß uns jetzt kein Unglück geschieht,
                  dafür kann ich nicht garantieren.

                  Und alles nur, weil ich dich liebe.
                  Und ich nicht weiß, wie ich's beweisen soll.
                  Komm, ich zeig' dir, wie groß meine Liebe ist.
                  Und bringe mich für dich um.

                  Sobald deine Laune etwas schlechter ist.
                  Bilde ich mir gleich ein, daß du mich nicht mehr willst.
                  Ich sterbe beim Gedanken daran,
                  daß ich dich nicht für immer halten kann.

                  Auf einmal brennt ein Feuer in mir
                  und der Rest der Welt wird schwarz.
                  Ich spür' wie uns're Zeit verrinnt
                  wir nähern uns dem letzten Akt.

                  Und alles nur, weil ich dich liebe.
                  Und ich nicht weiß, wie ich's beweisen soll.
                  Komm, ich zeig' dir, wie groß meine Liebe ist.
                  Und bringe mich für dich um.

                  Ich bin kurz davor durchzudrehn,
                  aus Angst dich zu verlieren.
                  Und daß uns jetzt kein Unglück geschieht,
                  dafür kann ich nicht garantieren.

                  Und alles nur, weil ich dich liebe.
                  Und ich nicht weiß, wie ich's beweisen soll.
                  Komm, ich zeig' dir, wie groß meine Liebe ist.
                  Und bringe mich für dich um.

                  Und alles nur, weil ich dich liebe.
                  Und ich nicht weiß, wie ich's beweisen soll.
                  Komm, ich zeig' dir, wie groß meine Liebe ist.
                  Und bringe mich für dich um.

                  Komm ich zeig dir wie groß meine Liebe ist
                  und bringe uns beide um.
                  “Are these things really better than the things I already have? Or am I just trained to be dissatisfied with what I have now?”― Chuck Palahniuk, Lullaby
                  They have nothing in their whole imperial arsenal that can break the spirit of one Irishman who doesn't want to be broken - Bobby Sands
                  Christianity makes everyone have this mentality that escapism is a bad thing. You know "Don't run away from the real world - deal with it." Why ? Why should you have to suffer? - Marilyn Manson

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                    Original geschrieben von Dominion
                    ich mag sehr derne englische lieder, aber ich kann sie nicht verstehen, da sie ne andere sprache sind, ich kann immer nur erahnen umwas es in den ENG Liedern geht....

                    Schade nicht wahr... Aber man kan nicht alles können
                    Ich verstehe häufig auch nicht, was sie singen, aber man kann ja im Internet die Texte zu den Liedern finden und so kann man sich die Texte mal durchlesen, was schon deutlich mehr Verständnis ervorruft und einige Worte auch übersetzen.

                    Und wenn man den Text gelesen hat, versteht man ihn im Lied auch deutlich besser.
                    "I spent a lot of money on booze, birds and fast cars. The rest I just squandered" -George Best-

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                      Star One - Songs of the Ocean

                      [Science officer:]
                      As we return to earth, memories are haunting me
                      My strange rebirth, coming back to life
                      I remember the dark and how my friends set me free
                      I sacrificed my life so they could survive
                      [Communications officer:]
                      There's something wrong on planet Earth
                      We can not reach our world
                      Some strange device slowly emerged
                      Can you hear the cries?
                      There's something wrong, what can we do?
                      We can't communicate
                      All systems fail, all power too
                      We can't reply
                      [Science officer:]
                      It must be unaware of the damage it's creating
                      They are reaching out to the seven seas
                      It's not with man they're communicating
                      We're going back in time, back in history
                      [Captain:]
                      We shape life, we travel space
                      But we don't know the words to the songs of the ocean
                      [Doctor:]
                      We survived the 'human race'
                      But we don't know the words to the songs of the ocean
                      So, jetzt ratet mal, welcher Film war dazu die Grundlage?

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                        Folgendes Lied gefällt mir auch sehr gut:

                        Simon and Garfunkel
                        The Boxer

                        I am just a poor boy tho' my story's seldom told
                        I have squandered my resistance
                        For a pocket full of mumbles, such are promises
                        All lies in jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear
                        And disregards the rest

                        hmm hmm hmmm

                        When I left my home and my family, was no more than a boy
                        In the company of strangers In the quiet of the railway station running scared

                        Laying low seeking out the poorer quarters
                        Where the ragged people go
                        Looking for the places only they would know

                        lie la lie ...

                        Asking only workman's wages I come looking for a job
                        But I get no offers
                        Just a come on from the whores on seventh avenue
                        I do declare there were times when I was so lonesome
                        I took some comfort there
                        la la la ...

                        lie la lie ...

                        And I am laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone
                        Going home
                        Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me
                        Leading me, going home

                        In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade
                        And he carries the reminders
                        Of every glove that laid him down or cut him til he cried out
                        In his anger and shame, I am leaving, I am leaving,
                        But the fighter still remains hmmhmmhmm

                        lie la lie
                        Im vorzeitigen Ruhestand.

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                          HHör ich zur Zeit recht oft:

                          Titel: i won't back down
                          Interpret: Tom Petty

                          Well I won´t back down, no I won´t back down.
                          You can stand me up at the gates of hell but I won´t back down.
                          Now I stand my ground, won´t be turned around.
                          And I´ll keep this world from dragging me down, gonna stand my ground
                          And I won´t back down

                          I won´t back, Hey baby - there ain´t no easy way out
                          I won´t back, Hey I will - stand my ground, and I won´t back down.

                          Well I know what´s right, I got just one life.
                          In a world that keeps on pushing me around, but I´ll stand my ground.
                          And I won´t back down

                          I won´t back, Hey baby - there ain´t no easy way out
                          I won´t back, Hey I will - stand my ground, and I won´t back down.

                          (Solo)

                          I won´t back, Hey baby - there ain´t no easy way out
                          I won´t back, Hey I - won´t back down.
                          I won´t back, Hey baby - there ain´t no easy way out
                          I won´t back, Hey I will - stand my ground, and I won´t back down.
                          No I won´t back down.
                          Im vorzeitigen Ruhestand.

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                            Der Theme Song zu Friends:

                            Verse 1

                            So no one told you life was gonna be this way. [four claps]
                            Your job's a joke, you're broke, your love life's D.O.A.
                            It's like you're always stuck in second gear,
                            When it hasn't been your day, your week, your month, or even your year,

                            Chorus

                            I'll be there for you!
                            (When the rain starts to pour)
                            I'll be there for you!
                            (Like I've been there before)
                            I'll be there for you
                            ('Cause you're there for me too)

                            Verse 2

                            You're still in bed at ten and work began at eight,
                            You've burned your breakfast so far, things are going great,
                            Your mother warned you there'd be days like these,
                            But she didn't tell when the world has brought you down to your knees.

                            Chorus
                            Ich mag den Text.

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                              Das Lied bei dem die Tische in Bad Dürckheim (zumindest in unserer Ecke) am vollsten waren , also mit voll ist jetzt hier als Tanzfläche genutzt, gemeint !

                              Brings - Superjeile Zick

                              Maach noch ens die Tüt an,
                              he is noch lang nit Schluss
                              un uch noch en Fläsch op,
                              ich will noch nit noh Huus.
                              Ich kenn en paar Schüss, die han jenau wie mer,
                              Bock op en Party, sag dat jeit doch hier.
                              Kumm, maach keine Ärjer, maach uns keine Stress.
                              Mer sin uch janz leis un maache keine Dress.
                              A beßje jet Rauche, jet Suffe un dann
                              loore ob mer mit dä Schüss jet danze kann.

                              Nä, wat wor dat dann fröher en superjeile Zick,
                              mit Träne in d´r Auge loor ich manchmol zurück.
                              Bin ich hück op d´r Roll nur noch half su doll,
                              doch hück Naach weiß ich nit wo dat enden soll.
                              Nä, wat wor dat ...

                              Et weed immer späder, drusse weed et hell.
                              Mer sitze noch zesamme bei Biercher un Verzäll.
                              Et is fast wie fröher, doch ich muss noh Huus;
                              do fängt et an ze schneie, medden im August.
                              Et is mir dressejal ob ich hück umfall,
                              ob ich noch schwade, oder nur noch lall.
                              Erwachse weede kann ich uch morje noch.
                              Langsam weed et he jemötlich, denn die Schüss, die laufe op.

                              Nä, wat wor dat ...
                              Nä, wat wor dat ...
                              “Are these things really better than the things I already have? Or am I just trained to be dissatisfied with what I have now?”― Chuck Palahniuk, Lullaby
                              They have nothing in their whole imperial arsenal that can break the spirit of one Irishman who doesn't want to be broken - Bobby Sands
                              Christianity makes everyone have this mentality that escapism is a bad thing. You know "Don't run away from the real world - deal with it." Why ? Why should you have to suffer? - Marilyn Manson

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                                Bei mir ist das son-of-a-bitch zensiert worden, in meiner Version *g*:

                                Titel: A Boy Named Sue
                                Interpret: Johnny Cash

                                Well, my daddy left home when I was three,
                                And he didn't leave much to ma and me,
                                Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
                                Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid,
                                But the meanest thing that he ever did,
                                Was before he left, he went and named me Sue.

                                Well, he musta thought that is quite a joke,
                                And it got a lot of laughs from a lots of folks.
                                Seems I had to fight my whole life through.
                                Some gal would giggle and I'd get red,
                                And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
                                I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named Sue.

                                Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
                                My fists got hard and my wits got keen,
                                Roamed from town to town to hide my shame.
                                But I made me a vow to the moon and stars,
                                I'd search the honky-tonks and bars,
                                And kill that man that gimme that awful name.

                                Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July,
                                And I'd just hit town and my throat was dry,
                                I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.
                                At an old saloon on a street of mud,
                                There at a table, dealing stud,
                                Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Sue."

                                Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad,
                                From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,
                                And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
                                He was big and bent and gray and old,
                                And I looked at him and my blood ran cold,
                                And I said: "My name is Sue!
                                "How do you do!
                                "Now you gonna die!!"

                                Yeah, that's what I told him!

                                Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes,
                                And he went down, but to my surprise,
                                He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.
                                But I busted a chair right across his teeth,
                                And we crashed through the wall and into the street,
                                Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.

                                I tell you, I've fought tougher men,
                                But I really can't remember when.
                                He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
                                I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
                                An' he went for his gun and I pulled mine first,
                                He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.

                                And he said: "Son, this world is rough,
                                "And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough,
                                "And I knew I wouldn't be there to help you along.
                                "So I give ya that name and I said goodbye,
                                "I knew you'd have to get tough or die,
                                "And it's the name that helped to make you strong."

                                He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight,
                                "And I know you hate me, and you got the right,
                                "To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.
                                "But ya ought to thank me, before I die,
                                "For the gravel in your guts and the spit in ya eye,
                                "'Cos I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you Sue."

                                Yeah, what could I do,? What could I do?

                                I got all choked up and I threw down my gun,
                                And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,
                                And I came away with a different point of view.
                                And I think about him, now and then,
                                Every time I try and every time I win.
                                And if I ever have a son,
                                I think I'm gonna name him
                                Bill or George!
                                Anything but Sue!

                                I still hate that name!
                                Im vorzeitigen Ruhestand.

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