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    Dunkel-romantisch bebilderter Text über die Selbstzerstörung:

    Lou Reed (The Velvet Underground) - Heroin

    I don’t know just where I’m going
    But I’m goin’ to try for the kingdom if I can
    ’cause it makes me feel like I’m a man
    When I put a spike into my vein
    Then I tell you things aren’t quite the same

    When I’m rushing on my run
    And I feel just like jesus’ son
    And I guess I just don’t know
    And I guess that I just don’t know

    I have made the big decision
    I’m goin’ to try to nullify my life
    ’cause when the blood begins to flow
    When it shoots up the dropper’s neck
    When I’m closing in on death

    You can’t help me not you guys
    All you sweet girls with all your sweet talk
    You can all go take a walk
    And I guess I just don’t know
    And I guess I just don’t know

    I wish that I was born a thousand years ago
    I wish that I’d sailed the darkened seas
    On a great big clipper ship
    Going from this land here to that
    I put on a sailor’s suit and cap

    Away from the big city
    Where a man cannot be free
    Of all the evils in this town
    And of himself and those around
    Oh, and I guess I just don’t know
    Oh, and I guess I just don’t know

    Heroin, be the death of me
    Heroin, it’s my wife and it’s my life
    Because a mainer to my vein
    Leads to a center in my head
    And then I’m better off than dead

    When the smack begins to flow
    Then I really don’t care anymore
    About all the jim-jims in this town
    And everybody putting everybody else down
    And all of the politicians makin’ crazy sounds
    All the dead bodies piled up in mounds

    Wow, that heroin is in my blood
    And the blood is in my head
    Yeah, the god’s good as dead
    And thank God that I’m not aware
    Thank you, God, that I just don’t care
    And I guess I just don’t know
    And I guess I just don’t know

    Kommentar


      Von meiner Lieblingsgruppe. Bringt nicht alzu oft ne Platte raus, die letzte war am Jahreswechsel 2004/2005. Brauchen ziemlich lange.


      E Nomine - Jetzt ist es still

      Bedrückende Stille um mich herum
      Niemals zuvor war die Erde so stumm
      Erstickende Leere weit und breit
      Ist dass das Ende .....der Stillstand der Zeit
      Kein Mensch kein Tier kein Lebenszeichen
      Die Welt scheint einer Wüste zu gleichen
      Ich schaue hinauf in die Sonne ins Licht
      Eisiger Nebel verdunkelt die Sicht
      Es ist düster der Tag ist kalt
      Die Luft ist verseucht der Globus verstrahlt
      Die Ruhe nach dem Sturm hat alles umhüllt
      Es war laut.....
      Doch jetzt ist es still.....

      Nunc est silentium
      Fatum terminatus est

      Transit humanitas
      Tacet rota temporis

      Aus glühender Lava steigt rötlicher Dampf
      Riesige Krater entstanden im Kampf
      Erinnern an den jüngsten Tag
      Dem die ganze Menschheit zum Opfer erlag
      Ich schaue mich um und fühl mich besiegt
      Bin ich der letzte aus diesem Krieg
      Ich entsinne mich an einen mächtigen Knall
      An Feuer und Schreie überall
      Dann nichts mehr.....völlige ruhe
      Von Überlebenden keine Spur
      Ich schließe die Augen obwohl ich nicht will
      Und jetzt ist es still.....

      Nunc est silentium
      Fatum terminatus est

      Transit humanitas
      Tacet rota temporis
      Man hat ausgerechnet, daß hundert Angestellte hundert Stunden arbeiten müßten,
      um einen so gewaltigen Fehler zu machen, wie ihn ein Computer in einer Tausendstelsekunde fertigbringt. Hal Boyle
      Was man heute als Science-fiction beginnt, wird man morgen vielleicht als Reportage zu Ende schreiben müssen. Norman Mailer

      Kommentar


        @Kodiak
        Es gibt außer mir noch andere Velvet Underground Fans


        Country Joe - I-Feel-Like-I'm-Fixin'-to-Die Rag

        Come on all of you big strong men,
        Uncle Sam needs your help again.
        He's got himself in a terrible jam
        Way down yonder in Vietnam
        So put down your books and pick up a gun,
        We're gonna have a whole lotta fun.

        And it's one, two, three,
        What are we fighting for?
        Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
        Next stop is Vietnam;
        And it's five, six, seven,
        Open up the pearly gates,
        Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
        Whoopee! we're all gonna die.


        Come on generals, let's move fast;
        Your big chance has come at last.
        Gotta go out and get those reds —
        The only good commie is the one that's dead
        You know that peace can only be won
        When we've blown 'em all to kingdom come.

        And it's one, two, three,
        What are we fighting for?
        Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
        Next stop is Vietnam;
        And it's five, six, seven,
        Open up the pearly gates,
        Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
        Whoopee! we're all gonna die.

        Come on Wall Street, don't move slow,
        Why man, this is war au-go-go.
        There's plenty good money to be made
        Supplying the Army with the tools of the trade,
        Just hope and pray that if they drop the bomb,
        They drop it on the Viet Cong.

        And it's one, two, three,
        What are we fighting for?
        Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
        Next stop is Vietnam;
        And it's five, six, seven,
        Open up the pearly gates,
        Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
        Whoopee! we're all gonna die.


        Come on mothers throughout the land,
        Pack your boys off to Vietnam.
        Come on fathers, don't hesitate,
        Send your sons off before it's too late.
        You can be the first one on your block
        To have your boy come home in a box.

        And it's one, two, three,
        What are we fighting for?
        Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
        Next stop is Vietnam;
        And it's five, six, seven,
        Open up the pearly gates,
        Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
        Whoopee! we're all gonna die.



        Ja, ich weiß auch etwas veraltet aber...
        Ich glaube, er sagte: ''Gepriesen sind die Skifahrer.''
        Was um alles in der Welt ist so besonderes an Skifahrern?
        Ich glaube, es ist mehr als Gleichnis zu sehen. Weißt du meine Liebe, es bezieht sich auf
        die ganze Wintersportindustrie.

        Kommentar


          @Cliff Burton23: Zumindest einige Lieder von Lou Reed/Velvet Underground gefallen mir sehr. Der Mann ist ein großer Poet und gerade dieses Lied hat imo einen der traurigsten Inhalte überhaupt...Gänsehaut.

          "I-Feel-Like-I'm-Fixin'-to-Die Rag"
          - auch ein guter Text und kein bisschen veraltet.

          Kommentar


            Ein Text der mich richtig 'flasht':

            Wu-Tang Clan - A better Tomorrow

            [Inspectah Deck]
            Yo, this goes for all my brothers and sisters locked down
            For all my peoples incarcerated, for those who ain't make it

            Yo, in the housing, thousands seen early graves
            Victims of wordly ways, memories stays engraved
            All my live brothers, is locked down with high numbers
            The young hunger, blind to these lies, they die younger
            In this New World the Order slaughter men, women, and children
            Ten feet gates surround the building keep us sealed in
            The projects, lifeless like a vietnam vet
            Constant war, sever threats of enemy conquest
            Crooked cops comb my building complex that's in the rumble
            Streets are like a jungle, can't let my cypher crumble
            Vivid thoughts, Devils resort to trick knowledge
            They kick garbage, lust for chicks and quick dollars
            I know the pain the game bring, I did the same thing
            Spaced out in the staircase, performing a sting
            It's hard to keep control, I bless those who seek a scroll
            Trying to reach a whole nation and break the sleeper hold
            Not a role model, I walk a hard road to follow
            I sold bottles of sorrow then chose poems and novels
            The gospel was told, some souls it swallowed whole
            Mentally they fold, and they eventually sold
            their life and times, deadly like the virus design
            but too, minute to dilute, the scientist mind

            You can't party your life away
            Drink your life away
            Smoke your life away
            Fuck your life away
            Dream your life away
            Scheme your life away
            Cause your seeds grow up the same way

            [Masta Killa]
            A voice cries from the wilderness of the North
            A representation of the families that lost one
            all victims of incarceration
            Or other divisions of the family structure
            Youths are injected with serums that leads
            to skin irritations, babies being born with
            disfigurations, experimentations
            On their faces there bear world relations
            of mothers that carry the pain
            of blood stained streets where sisters mourn and wail
            Fifth brothers been slain from hails of gun fire
            It lightly begins to rain screams of terror
            are hidden by the passing trains
            This can't be little Hussein, his uncle cried
            As he drops to his nephew's side, holding his cane
            Just give me a name, of who has inflicted this
            bitter sickness, and left us to witness

            [U-God]
            Yeah, yo
            Curses from war, innocent blood spills for days
            Soothe in godly ways, hands, solemn in praise
            Tree of life, more precious than Wu is golden game
            The wise self flourish inherit, Halls of Fame
            Crime visions in my blood got me, locked in prison
            While we die hard living people whine about religion, vision
            Blow, spin, and sin and killing what's revealing
            It's a never ending battle with no ending or beginning, listen
            Zero process, progress, become the hunted
            America's most wanted, good life flaunted, want it
            Some love the speed, some satisfy a need
            Some want to be down, young gun seed, jungle breed
            The strong must feed, someone die, someone bleed
            One flew astray, and then caught my little seed
            Can it be, the ice have us trife life, made me grab the knife
            The righteous man would be within these stripes pipes
            Take in my energy, breath and know the rest
            Cause the good die young and the hard die best

            You can't party your life away
            Drink your life away
            Smoke your life away
            Fuck your life away
            Dream your life away
            Scheme your life away
            Cause your seeds grow up the same way
            Cause your seeds grow up the same way
            Cause your seeds grow up the same way

            [RZA]
            Y'all bitches love dances, and pulling down your pants
            while your man's on tour, your spending up his advances
            Your friends ain't shit, all they do is drink, smoke, and suck dick
            The whole projects is trapped in stench
            You either high school drop-outs, one to three cop-outs
            Fifteen years old, shorty ass and top out
            Ninety-nine cent beer drinking pussy stinking
            Fucking so much your ass and titties start shrinking
            New World Order slave trade, minimum wage, Medicaid
            Can a devil fool a Muslim nowadays
            Inside my lab, I'm going mad
            Took two drags off the blunts, and started breaking down the flag
            The blue is for the Crips, the red is for the Bloods
            The whites for the cops, and the stars come from the clubs
            or the slugs that ignites, through the night, by the dawn
            Early light, why is sons fighting for the stripe

            [Method Man]
            As we dwell through this concrete hell, calling it home
            Mama say, take your time young man and build your own
            Don't wind up like your old dad
            Still searching for them glory days he never had
            So many bad want to scheme for American dream, no more kings
            The cash rule everything now, we going down
            These babies looking up to us, it's up to us
            The Million Man March MC's, get on the bus
            But envy, greed, lust, and hate, separate
            Though the devil mind state blood kin cannot relate
            No longer, brothers, we unstable
            Like Kane when he slew Abel, killing each other

            You can't party your life away
            Drink your life away
            Smoke your life away
            Fuck your life away
            Dream your life away
            Scheme your life away
            Cause your seeds grow up the same way
            Cause your seeds grow up the same way
            Cause your seeds grow up the same way
            Ich hab' nur einen Wachtmeister getrunken, Herr Jägermeister!
            Scheiss auf Achterbahn, ich mach den Looping im Benz

            Kommentar


              Bullet for my Valentine -- Her voice resides

              Our time has ended
              I feel it´s only just begun
              And I´m frustrated
              I can´t belive your not the one
              And now I´m choking
              Release this noose around my neck


              Will I just fall to pieces
              Or am I alright
              To iron out my creases
              You mus lacerate me til they´re gone

              These are my final words to you
              I know you´re listening can you hear me
              The time has come to say goodbye
              These are my final words to you

              The clock is ticking
              My heart is bursting trough my chest
              And now I´m crying
              The tears are pouring off my face
              The chair is creaking

              Her voice resides inside my head
              And now it´s over
              You put your noose around my neck

              Will I just fall to pieces
              Or am I alright
              To iron out my creases
              You mus lacerate me til they´re gone

              These are my final words to you
              I know you´re listening can you hear me
              The time has come to say goodbye
              These are my final words to you

              Heaven, were is my angel
              I need her now
              Heaven, were is my angel
              I need her now
              Holding me tonight
              Es ist alles wahr
              Alles! Hörst du?
              Vertraue niemandem
              Nur Wahrheit schafft Unsterblichkeit

              Kommentar


                Queens Of The Stone Age - Mexicola

                Setting sun deals hands of gold
                There's velvet eyes in Mexico
                Just a fall away
                And all she said was true
                Speak in tongues, speak in lies
                Drooling livers, born to die
                It's a wonder that those guns don't point at you

                Keep sayin, go on, keep sayin, go on, keep sayin, you will live forever

                Point and shoot, I know just what you mean
                In a world that's full of shit and gasoline, baby
                One dog's dead one's on the phone
                Just leave a lung or leave it alone
                It's that same on song again
                I hate it cause it's true

                Keep sayin, go on, keep sayin, go on, keep sayin, you will live forever
                This post is protected by : Azatoth, demon sultan and master of illusion. ZOCKTAN!, Hiob 30, 16-17, Streichelt mein Ego,
                "I was a victim of a series of accidents, as are we all."
                Yossarian Lives!

                Kommentar


                  Böhse Onkelz - Ihr sollt den Tag nicht vor dem Abend loben

                  Wir ham’ lange überlegt
                  Ob wir reagier’n
                  Sollen wir schweigen
                  Sollen wir euch ignorier’n
                  Doch da wir sowieso dabei sind
                  Uns mit allen anzulegen
                  Kommt das, was wir von euch hören
                  Gerade gelegen
                  Ihr wart immer schon kacke
                  Schon immer zu weich
                  Und eure Pseudomoral
                  Erkannten wir gleich
                  Ihr spuckt ganz schön große Töne
                  Könnt ihr euch das leisten
                  Was wollt ihr damit bezwecken
                  Was beweisen

                  Opium für’s Volk
                  Scheiße für die Massen
                  Ja, ihr habt es geschafft
                  Ich beginne euch zu hassen
                  Wenn ich so etwas sage
                  Ist es nicht gelogen
                  Ihr sollt den Tag nicht vor dem Abend loben

                  Ich dachte erst noch leck’ mich
                  Doch ihr habt es übertrieben
                  Ihr habt zuviel geredet
                  Und beschissene Lieder geschrieben
                  Wer nicht hören will muß fühlen
                  Ihr habt zu lange provoziert
                  Zuviel Scheiße erzählt
                  Und nichts kapiert
                  Legt euch nicht mit uns an
                  Denn wir führen wahren Krieg
                  Gegen Lügen und Dummheit
                  Und das macht uns nicht beliebt

                  Doch im Gegensatz zu euch
                  Kann uns nichts passier’n
                  Denn wer keine Sympathie hat
                  Kann sie auch nicht verlier’n
                  Ganz anders als ihr
                  Sind wir Streß gewohnt
                  Wir suhlen uns darin
                  Nur so fühl’n wir uns wohl
                  Genug geredet, nur eins will ich noch sagen
                  Wenn ihr Ärger wollt
                  Den könnt ihr haben

                  Opium für’s Volk
                  Scheiße für die Massen
                  Ja, ihr habt es geschafft
                  Ich beginne euch zu hassen
                  Wenn ich so etwas sage
                  Ist es nicht gelogen
                  Ihr sollt den Tag nicht vor dem Abend loben


                  Einfach nur zum der Text!
                  Meine Beiträge sind genderfrei und das ist gut so

                  Kommentar


                    KT TUNSTALL

                    "Through The Dark"

                    As I walk away
                    I look over my shoulder
                    To see what I'm leaving behind

                    Pieces of puzzles
                    And
                    Wishes on eyelashes fade

                    Oooooh!
                    How do I show all the love
                    Inside my heart

                    Well this is all new
                    And I'm feeling my way through the dark

                    And I used to talk
                    With honest conviction
                    Of how I predicted my world
                    I'm gonna leave it to to star gazers
                    Tell me what your telescope says

                    Oh what is in store for me now?
                    It's coming apart

                    I know that it's true
                    'cause I'm feeling my way through the dark

                    Try to find a light on somewhere
                    Try to find a light on somewhere
                    I'm finding I'm falling in love with the dark, oh yeah

                    Oh oh what do I know I don't care
                    Where I start

                    For my troubles are few
                    As I'm feeling my way through the dark
                    Through the dark
                    I'm feeling my way through the dark
                    Don't you hate it when you look in your closet for clothes and you find Narnia instead??

                    Kommentar


                      Interpret: "Tool" - Album: "10,000 Days" - Track: "Vicarious"

                      Eye on the TV
                      Cause tragedy thrills me
                      Whatever flavor
                      It happens to be


                      Like:
                      “Killed by the husband”
                      “Drowned by the ocean”
                      “Shot by his own son”
                      “She used the poison in his tea
                      And kissed him goodbye”
                      That’s my kind of story
                      It’s no fun til someone dies


                      Don’t look me at like
                      I am a monster
                      Frown out your one face
                      But with the other


                      Stare like a junkie
                      Into the TV
                      Stare like a zombie
                      While the mother holds her child
                      Watches him die
                      Hands to the sky crying,
                      “Why, oh why?”


                      Cause I need to watch things die
                      From a distance
                      Vicariously I
                      Live while the whole world dies
                      You all need and choose your own lie


                      Why can’t we just admit it?
                      Why can’t we just admit it?
                      We won’t give pause until the blood is flowing
                      Neither the brave nor bold
                      Will write us the stories so
                      We won’t give pause until the blood is flowing


                      I need to watch things die
                      From a good safe distance
                      Vicariously I
                      Live while the whole world dies
                      You all feel the same so


                      Why can’t we just admit it?

                      Blood like rain falling down
                      Drawn by grave and ground
                      Part vampire, part warrior
                      Carnivore and voyeur
                      Still have the transmittal
                      Sing to the death rattle


                      La la la la la la la-lie

                      Credulous at best
                      Your desire to believe in
                      Angels in the hearts of men
                      But pull your head on out your head
                      Please and give a listen
                      Shouldn’t have to say it all again


                      The universe is hostile,
                      So impersonal
                      Devour to survive
                      So it is, so it’s always been


                      We all feed
                      On tragedy
                      It’s like blood to a vampire


                      Vicariously I
                      Live while the whole world dies
                      Much better you than I



                      Mehr braucht man dazu nicht sagen.
                      "Mailand oder Madrid - Hauptsache Italien!" (Andi Möller) - "Und jetzt skandieren die Fans wieder: Türkiye, Türkiye. Was so viel heißt wie Türkei, Türkei." (Heribert Faßbender) - "Das war ein wunderschöner Augenblick als der Bundestrainer sagte: Komm Steffen, zieh deine Sachen aus, jetzt geht´s los!" (S. Freund) - "Ein Lothar Matthäus lässt sich nicht von seinem Körper besiegen, ein Lothar Matthäus entscheidet selbst über sein Schicksal." (L. Matthäus)

                      Kommentar


                        Stuck Mojo - U. B. Otch
                        einer der großartigsten songs, die jene einen proberaum verliessen:

                        No trust, love sux, hard work, false words,
                        Hard crushed, boo hoo, who jerked who?
                        Broke my heart, fell apart, but like Steve Austin,
                        Bigger and better now.
                        No longer a fool, don't think that it's cool,
                        Fucking with jezebels, naw wedding bells.
                        I tell the trooper don't let her scoop ya, she's bound to dupe ya
                        Then I got my teflon vest on baby.
                        No more trick ass ho's driving me crazy.
                        I cleared my vision,
                        I'm focoused and locked
                        get off my jock
                        you used to clown
                        you knocked me down but I'm...

                        Back in the saddle.
                        You knocked me down but I'm...
                        Back in the saddle.
                        You knocked me down but I'm...
                        Back in the saddle.
                        You knocked me down but I'm...
                        Back in the saddle.

                        Lonley woman, seeking passion,
                        Sex over, psycho drama,
                        Hard crushed, boo hoo, who jerked who?
                        Like wild men I'm gonna rebound and I'm clowning you stupid wench,
                        Making me sick, you're in my mix, you need to fix your whole personality casualties,
                        Causing fatalities, the rate gets high.
                        I pull the switch on your silly sadilly ass and all you players taking notes,
                        We're teaching class.
                        Used and abused, hope you don't lose,
                        Emotionally clowned, you knocked me down but I'm...

                        Back in the saddle.
                        You knocked me down but I'm...
                        Back in the saddle.
                        You knocked me down but I'm...
                        Back in the saddle.
                        You knocked me down but I'm...
                        Back in the saddle.

                        Here stand alone, don't need another clone,
                        Check out the aftermath of my broken path.
                        Still you do not see how fragile I may be,
                        Instead you want to play games and get into my head
                        Here stand alone, don't need another clone,
                        Check out the aftermath of my broken path.
                        Still you do not see how fragile I may be,
                        Instead you want to play games and get into my head
                        You knocked me down but I'm...

                        Back in the saddle.
                        You knocked me down but I'm...
                        Back in the saddle.
                        You knocked me down but I'm...
                        Back in the saddle.
                        You knocked me down but I'm...
                        Back in the saddle.


                        Ich, alleine, zuhause, eine stereo anlage.... und die cds meines vaters....

                        Kinks-Waterloo Sunset
                        Dirty old river, must you keep rolling
                        Flowing into the night
                        People so busy, makes me feel dizzy
                        Taxi light shines so bright
                        But I don’t need no friends
                        As long as I gaze on waterloo sunset
                        I am in paradise

                        Every day I look at the world from my window
                        But chilly, chilly is the evening time
                        Waterloo sunset’s fine

                        Terry meets julie, waterloo station
                        Every friday night
                        But I am so lazy, don’t want to wander
                        I stay at home at night
                        But I don’t feel afraid
                        As long as I gaze on waterloo sunset
                        I am in paradise

                        Every day I look at the world from my window
                        But chilly, chilly is the evening time
                        Waterloo sunset’s fine

                        Millions of people swarming like flies ’round waterloo underground
                        But terry and julie cross over the river
                        Where they feel safe and sound
                        And the don’t need no friends
                        As long as they gaze on waterloo sunset
                        They are in paradise

                        Waterloo sunset’s fine

                        langer abend.... prämissen wie o. g....

                        Hollies - Bus Stop
                        Bus stop, wet day, she's there I say
                        Please share my umbrella
                        Bus stop, bus go, she stays love grows
                        Under my umbrella
                        All that summer we enjoyed it
                        Wind and rain and shine
                        That umbrella we employed it
                        By August she was mine


                        Every morning I would see her waiting at the stop
                        Sometimes she'd shop and she would show me what she bought
                        All the people stared as if we were both quite insane
                        Someday my name and hers are going to be the same

                        That's the way the whole thing started
                        Silly, but it's true
                        Thinking of a sweet romance
                        Beginning in a queue
                        Came the sun, the ice was melting
                        No more sheltering, now
                        Nice to think that that umbrella
                        Led me to a vow


                        Every morning I would see her waiting at the stop
                        Sometimes she'd shop and she would show me what she bought
                        All the people stared as if we were both quite insane
                        Someday my name and hers are going to be the same

                        Bus stop, wet day
                        She's there I say
                        Please share my umbrella
                        Bus stop, bus go, she stays, love grows
                        Under my umbrella
                        All that summer we enjoyed it
                        Wind and rain and shine
                        That umbrella we employed it
                        By August she was mine
                        Zuletzt geändert von Zocktan; 03.05.2006, 00:08.
                        This post is protected by : Azatoth, demon sultan and master of illusion. ZOCKTAN!, Hiob 30, 16-17, Streichelt mein Ego,
                        "I was a victim of a series of accidents, as are we all."
                        Yossarian Lives!

                        Kommentar


                          Interpret: "Tool" - Album: "Aenima" - Track: "Aenima"




                          Some say the end is near.

                          Some say we'll see armageddon soon.

                          I certainly hope we will.

                          I sure could use a vacation from this...




                          Bullshit... three... ring... circus sideshow of



                          Freaks here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA

                          The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.

                          Any fucking time.

                          Any fucking day.

                          Learn to swim,

                          I'll see you down in Arizona bay.




                          Fret for your figure

                          and Fret for your latte

                          and Fret for your hairpiece

                          and Fret for your lawsuit

                          and Fret for your prozac

                          and Fret for your pilot

                          and Fret for your contract

                          and Fret for your car.




                          It's a Bullshit... three... ring... circus... sideshow of



                          Freaks here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA

                          The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.

                          Any fucking time.

                          Any fucking day.

                          Learn to swim,

                          I'll see you down in Arizona bay.




                          Some say a comet will fall from the sky.

                          Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves.

                          Followed by faultlines that cannot sit still.

                          Followed by millions of dumbfounded dipshits.




                          Some say the end is near.

                          Some say we'll see armageddon soon.

                          I certainly hope we will

                          cuz I sure could use a vacation from this

                          Silly shit, stupid shit...



                          One great big festering neon distraction,

                          I've a suggestion to keep you all occupied.



                          Learn to swim....




                          Mom's gonna fix it all soon.

                          Mom's comin' round to put it back the way it ought to be.



                          Learn to swim...




                          Fuck L Ron Hubbard and

                          Fuck all his clones.

                          Fuck all those gun-toting Hip gangster wannabes.




                          Learn to swim...



                          Fuck retro anything.

                          Fuck your tattoos.

                          Fuck all you junkies and

                          Fuck your short memory.




                          Learn to swim...



                          Fuck smiley glad-hands With hidden agendas.

                          Fuck these dysfunctional, Insecure actresses.




                          Learn to swim....



                          Cuz I'm praying for rain

                          And I'm praying for tidal waves

                          I wanna see the ground give way.

                          I wanna watch it all go down.

                          Mom please flush it all away.

                          I wanna watch it go right in and down.

                          I wanna watch it go right in.

                          Watch you flush it all away.




                          Time to bring it down again.

                          Don't just call me pessimist.

                          Try and read between the lines.

                          I can't imagine why you wouldn't

                          Welcome any change, my friend.

                          I wanna see it all come down.




                          suck it down.....

                          flush it down.....
                          "Mailand oder Madrid - Hauptsache Italien!" (Andi Möller) - "Und jetzt skandieren die Fans wieder: Türkiye, Türkiye. Was so viel heißt wie Türkei, Türkei." (Heribert Faßbender) - "Das war ein wunderschöner Augenblick als der Bundestrainer sagte: Komm Steffen, zieh deine Sachen aus, jetzt geht´s los!" (S. Freund) - "Ein Lothar Matthäus lässt sich nicht von seinem Körper besiegen, ein Lothar Matthäus entscheidet selbst über sein Schicksal." (L. Matthäus)

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                            Eisregen - Heer der Ratten

                            Ein Führer befiehlt -
                            Das Heer der Ratten folgt
                            Gleichgeschaltet in Reihe
                            Kein Gedanke an Rebellion

                            Ein Führer befiehlt -
                            Das Heer der Ratten pariert
                            Bittre Maske der Konformität
                            Was zählt, ist das Ziel
                            Krieg nur das Mittel zum Zweck

                            Ein Führer befiehlt den nächsten Schritt
                            Das Heer der Ratten folgt
                            Den Abgrund passiert
                            Tod für das Vaterland

                            Hirnwäsche für die Masse
                            Propaganda zur Kunstform verklärt
                            Selbstaufgabe als Lebensziel
                            Und das Heer der Ratten folgt...

                            Ihr Führer befiehlt -
                            Und die Ratte nagt an den Toten
                            Die Leichen von Millionen
                            Die Welt als Massengrab

                            Stirb an vorderster Front
                            Denke nicht an Frau und Kinder
                            Ritterkreuz für ein Dutzend Morde
                            Es verschönert die Uniform

                            Im Sperrfeuer tanzt der Leib der Ratte
                            Ihr braunes Kleid zerfetzt
                            Ein paar Teile finden zurück in die Heimat
                            Benetzt von des Weibchens Tränen...

                            Der Name der Ratte
                            Leuchtet fahl am Gedenkstein im Park
                            Den Befehl ihres Führers befolgt
                            Dies sei ihr Lohn...

                            Doch die Ratte schläft nie
                            Sie hat mehr als 1000 Leben
                            Wenn du denkst, sie sei ausgerottet
                            Trifft dich ihr Biss im Hinterhalt

                            Wenn ein Führer befiehlt
                            Formiert sich neu das Heer der Ratten
                            Hirntod als Eintrittskarte
                            In die Welt der Kameraden...

                            ...und das Heer der Ratten folgt
                            “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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                              >1000 Words<

                              I know that you're hiding things,
                              Using gentle words to shelter me.
                              Your words were like a dream.
                              But dreams could never fool me,
                              Not that easily.
                              I acted so distant then,
                              Didn't say goodbye before you left.
                              But I was listening,
                              You'll fight your battles far from me,
                              Far too easily.

                              "Save your tears 'cause I'll come back."
                              I could hear that you whispered as you walked through that door,
                              But still I swore
                              To hide the pain,
                              While I turned back the pages.

                              Shouting might have been the answer,
                              What if I cried my eyes out and begged you not to depart?
                              But now I'm not afraid to say what's in my heart.

                              'Cause a thousand words call out through the ages,
                              They'll fly to you,
                              Even though I can't see,
                              I know they're reaching you,
                              Suspended on silver wings.

                              Oh a thousand words,
                              One thousand embraces,
                              Will cradle you,
                              Making all of your weary days seem far away.
                              They'll hold you forever.

                              Oh a thousand words (a thousand words),
                              Have never been spoken (ohhh yeah),
                              They'll fly to you,
                              They'll carry you home (carry you home),
                              And back into my arms,
                              Suspended on silver wings (On silver wings),

                              And a thousand words (ohh),
                              Call out through the ages (call through the ages),
                              They'll cradle you (oh yeah)
                              Turning all of the lonely years to only days (only days),
                              They'll hold you forever...


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                                Q Lazarus


                                Goodbye Horses


                                (Aus "Das Schweigen der Lämmer"-Tanz von 'Buffalo Bill' vor dem Spiegel)


                                Hoooooooooooo, hooooo-hooooooo, hoooooo-hooooooo

                                You told me, I see you rise
                                But, it always, falls
                                I see you come, I see you go

                                You say, "All things pass, into the night"
                                And I say, "Oh no sir, I must say you're wrong, I must disagree, oh no sir, I must say you're wrong"
                                Won't you listen to me

                                You told me, I've seen it all before
                                I've Been there,
                                I've seen my hopes and dreams a-lying on the ground

                                I've seen the sky, just begin to fall
                                And you say, "All things pass, into the night"
                                And I say, "Oh no sir, I must say you're wrong, I must disagree, oh no sir, I must say you're wrong"
                                Won't you listen to meeeeeeeeee?

                                Good-bye horses
                                I'm lying over you
                                Good-bye horses
                                I'm lying over you
                                Good-bye horses
                                I'm lying over you
                                Good-bye horses
                                I'm lying, lying, lying over yooooooooooouuuuuuuuuu!!!!


                                Anmerkung:
                                Eine wirklich unglaubliche Stimme! Die Künstlerin ist eine Taxi Fahrerin in NY gewesen, als Demme sie entdeckte und das Lied "Goodbye Horses" für wohl eine der intensivsten Szenen im Film "Das Schweigen der Lämmer" benutzte. Allerdings wurde der Hit nicht explizit für Das Schweigen der Lämmer geschrieben, sondern für einen anderen Film.
                                Viele Gerüchte und Legenden kreisen um diese Person, welche sich Q Lazarrus nennt. Ich habe nur dieses Bild (oben) finden können.
                                Leider gibt es nur 3 weitere Strücke von ihr, welche ich nur einmal gehört habe.
                                Ein unglaublich tolles Stück 80´ger Elektro-Pop!
                                Zuletzt geändert von EREIGNISHORIZONT; 08.05.2006, 11:28.
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