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Musik und die Gefühle... Erahnt Ihr die Bedeutung der Texte???
Resistance is fertile
Für die AGENDA 3010! 30-Stunden-Woche mit vollem Lohnausgleich und 10 Euro gesetzlichem Mindestlohn! The only general I like is called strike
Ein schöner Test, der auch für Normalsterbliche (also Englisch-Versager wie ich ) zu verstehen ist
Sarstedt Peter - Where Do You Go To My Lovely
You talk like Marlene Dietrich
And you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire
Your clothes are all made by Balmain
And there`s diamonds and pearls in your hair
You live in a fancy appartement
Of the Boulevard of St. Michel
Where you keep your Rolling Stones records
And a friend of Sacha Distel
But where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head
I've seen all your qualifications
You got from the Sorbonne
And the painting you stole from Picasso
Your loveliness goes on and on, yes it does
When you go on your summer vacation
You go to Juan-les-Pines
With your carefully designed topless swimsuit
You get an even suntan, on your back and on your legs
When the snow falls you're found in St. Moritz
With the others of the jet-set
And you sip your Napoleon Brandy
But you never get your lips wet
But where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do
Your name is heard in high places
You know the Aga Khan
He sent you a racehorse for chistmas
And you keep it just for fun, for a laugh haha
They say that when you get married
It'll be to a millionaire
But they don't realize where you came from
And I wonder if they really care, they give a damn
But where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head
I remember the back streets of Naples
Two children begging in rags
Both touched with a burning ambition
To shake off their lowly brown tags, yes they try
So look into my face Marie-Claire
And remember just who you are
Then go and forget me forever
`Cause I know you still bear
the scar, deep inside, yes you do
I know where you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
I know the thoughts that surround you
`Cause I can look inside your head
Wow..das ist wirklich wunderschön. Das muss ich unbedingt mal hören. Auf welcher Platte von den Ärzten ist das denn? Irgendwie kann ich mir das bei dieser Band gar nicht vorstellen, dass sie so schöne Texte schreiben können...aber..man lernt wohl nie aus
Dieses Stück ist auf dem Album "Die Ärzte" drauf, welches zumindest Mal in Deutschland indiziert ist und somit nicht überall leicht zu bekommen ist.
K.A. wie das in Österreich aussieht .
BTW: wo wir gerade bei Balladen von DÄ sind , hier gleich die nächste
Die Ärzte - Komm Zurück
Ich bin allein. Du bist nicht hier.
Ich bin allein und die Zeit steht still.
Warum bist Du nicht bei mir?
Du weißt, daß ich nichts anderes will.
Ich bin allein und Du rufst nicht an.
Du bist weit weg und suchst Dein Glück.
Obwohl Du mich nicht hören kannst,
sag ich Dir: "Bitte, komm zurück!"
Komm zurück, komm zurück, komm zurück.
Du kannst nicht wissen wie das ist.
Vielleicht wirst Du es nie verstehen?
Ich will nur, daß Du bei mir bist.
Ich will Dich endlich wiedersehen.
Ich sitze hier und ich bin allein,
und langsam werde ich verrückt.
Ich kann nicht mehr alleine sein.
Bitte, oh bitte komm zurück!
Komm zurück, oh bitte komm zurück, komm zurück.
Ich bin allein. Was soll ich hier?
Bitte, komm zurück zu mir!
Ich liege wach bis nachts um vier.
Bitte, komm zurück, zurück zu mir.
“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
"Für immer" ist auch auf dem Live-Doppelalbum "Wir wollen nur deine Seele" drauf, was wahrscheinlich leichter zu bekommen ist.
Kann ich dir eh nur empfehlen, da sind fast alle guten Lieder dabei.
"Mal wieder sind die Ärzte in deiner Stadt und dies ist ein Lied, das kein Ende hat" Die Ärzte - Zu Spät
Live in Karlsruhe 25.6.2004
You've gotta die, gotta die, gotta die for your government?
Die for your country? That's shit!
There's a Gulf War vet, dying a slow, cold death
And the government says, "We don't know the source of his sickness."
But don't believe what they say, because your government is lying
They've done it before and don't you know they'll do it again
A secret test, government built virus
"Subject Test Group: Gulf Battle Field Troops"
You've gotta die, gotta die, gotta die for your government?
Die for your country? That's shit!
First World War veterans slaughtered, by General Eisenhower
You give them your life, they give you a stab in the back
Radiation, agent orange, tested on US souls
Guinea pigs for Western corporations
I never have, I never will
Pledge allegiance to their flag
You're getting used, you'll end up dead!
You've gotta die, gotta die, gotta die for your government?
Die for your country? That's shit!
I don't need you to tell me what to do
And I don't need you to tell me what to be... FUCK YOU!
I don't need you to tell me what to say
And I don't need you to tell me what to think! What to think!
What to think, what to think, what to think, think, think, think!
You've gotta die, gotta die, gotta die for your government?
Die for your country? That's shit!
Can you hear the drums Fernando?
I remember long ago another starry night like this
In the firelight Fernando
You were humming to yourself and softly strumming your guitar
I could hear the distant drums
And sounds of bugle calls were coming from afar
They were closer now Fernando
Every hour every minute seemed to last eternally
I was so afraid Fernando
We were young and full of life and none of us prepared to die
And I'm not ashamed to say
The roar of guns and cannons almost made me cry
There was something in the air that night
The stars were bright, Fernando
They were shining there for you and me
For liberty, Fernando
Though I never thought that we could lose
There's no regret
If I had to do the same again
I would, my friend, Fernando
Now we're old and grey Fernando
And since many years I haven't seen a rifle in your hand
Can you hear the drums Fernando?
Do you still recall the frightful night we crossed the Rio Grande?
I can see it in your eyes
How proud you were to fight for freedom in this land
There was something in the air that night
The stars were bright, Fernando
They were shining there for you and me
For liberty, Fernando
Though I never thought that we could lose
There's no regret
If I had to do the same again
I would, my friend, Fernando
There was something in the air that night
The stars were bright, Fernando
They were shining there for you and me
For liberty, Fernando
Though I never thought that we could lose
There's no regret
If I had to do the same again
I would, my friend, Fernando
Yes, if I had to do the same again
I would, my friend, Fernando...
"Mai visto un compagno uscire dal campo senza aver dato tutto e anche di più. Siamo la squadra più straniera d’Italia, dicono. Faccio però fatica a trovare in giro per il mondo un gruppo più attaccato alla maglia del nostro." - Javier Zanetti ¡Pueblo no bueno!¡Pueblo es muy mal!
Das Rätsel des Lebens
Böhse Onkelz Das Schwarze Album
Hinter Deinen Trümmern
ist ein Geheimnis
es liegt nur verborgen
Du kannst es nicht sehn
das Rätsel des Lebens
das Wunder des Daseins
fang an,es zu lösen
und Du wirst mich verstehn
ich bin der König Deiner Träume
Deine Zuflucht in der Not
meine Schwester ist das Leben
Mein Vater der Tod
ich erbreche mich in Träumen
raub den Bösen den Verstand
ich bewege mich geräuschlos
reich den Schwachen meine Hand
Wozu Illusionen,wenn sie in Erfüllung gehn
wozu gibt es Wunder,wenn wir sie nicht sehn
sei vorsichtig beim Träumen
sonst werden sie wahr
es gibt Ebenen und Welten
in die nicht jeder darf
Diese Worte sind Gemälde
Bilder meiner Seele
Du brauchst 'ne Menge Phantasie
um mich zu verstehn
doch es ist alles ganz einfach
deshalb ist es so schwer
es ist alles ganz nah
und deshalb so fern
Ist meiner Meinung nach eine lyrisches Meisterwerk vom W.!
The Beautifull South mit einem beautiful song: "Song for Wohever"
I love you from the bottom, of my pencil case
I love you in the songs, I write and sing
Love you because, you put me in my rightful place
And I love the PRS cheques, that you bring
Cheap, never cheap
I'll sing you songs till you're asleep
When you've gone upstairs I'll creep
And write it all down
Oh Shirley, Oh Deborah, Oh Julie, Oh Jane
I wrote so many songs about you
I forget your name (I forget your name)
Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too
Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too
I forget your name
I love your from the bottom of my pencil case
I love the way you never ask me why
I love to write about each wrinkle on your face
And I love you till my fountain pen runs dry
Deep so deep, the number one I hope to reap
Depends upon the tears you weep, so cry, lovey cry, cry, cry, cry
Oh Cathy, Oh Alison, Oh Phillipa, Oh Sue
You made me so much money, I wrote this song for you
Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too
I wrote this song for you
"What we've got here is failure to communicate.
Some men you just can't reach...
So, you get what we had here last week,
which is the way he wants it!
Well, he gets it!
N' I don't like it any more than you men." *
Look at your young men fighting
Look at your women crying
Look at your young men dying
The way they've always done before
Look at the hate we're breeding
Look at the fear we're feeding
Look at the lives we're leading
The way we've always done before
My hands are tied
The billions shift from side to side
And the wars go on with brainwashed pride
For the love of God and our human rights
And all these things are swept aside
By bloody hands time can't deny
And are washed away by your genocide
And history hides the lies of our civil wars
D'you wear a black armband
When they shot the man
Who said "Peace could last forever"
And in my first memories
They shot Kennedy
I went numb when I learned to see
So I never fell for Vietnam
We got the wall of D.C. to remind us all
That you can't trust freedom
When it's not in your hands
When everybody's fightin'
For their promised land
And
I don't need your civil war
It feeds the rich while it buries the poor
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
I don't need your civil war
Look at the shoes your filling
Look at the blood we're spilling
Look at the world we're killing
The way we've always done before
Look in the doubt we've wallowed
Look at the leaders we've followed
Look at the lies we've swallowed
And I don't want to hear no more
My hands are tied
For all I've seen has changed my mind
But still the wars go on as the years go by
With no love of God or human rights
'Cause all these dreams are swept aside
By bloody hands of the hypnotized
Who carry the cross of homicide
And history bears the scars of our civil wars
"We practice selective annihilation of mayors
And government officials
For example to create a vacuum
Then we fill that vacuum
As popular war advances
Peace is closer" **
I don't need your civil war
It feeds the rich while it buries the poor
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
And I don't need your civil war
I don't need your civil war
I don't need your civil war
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
I don't need your civil war
I don't need one more war
I don't need one more war
Whaz so civil 'bout war anyway
"Mal wieder sind die Ärzte in deiner Stadt und dies ist ein Lied, das kein Ende hat" Die Ärzte - Zu Spät
Live in Karlsruhe 25.6.2004
Ich krieg von dir niemals genug
Du bist in jedem Atemzug
Alles dreht sich nur um dich
warum ausgerechnet ich?
Zähl die Stunden, die Sekunden
doch die Zeit scheint still zu steh'n
Hab mich geschunden, gewunden
laß mich gehen - was willst Du noch?
Willst Du meine Tage zählen?
Warum mußt Du mich mit meiner Sehnsucht quälen?
Deine Hölle brennt in mir
Du bist mein Überlebensexlixier
Ich bin zerrissen
wann kommst Du meine Wunden küssen?
Out of the dark
Hörst Du die Stimme, die dir sagt
Into the light
I give up and close my eyes
Out of the dark
Hörst Du die Stimme, die dir sagt
Into the light
I give up and you rest your tears to the night
Ich bin bereit, denn es ist Zeit
für unser'n Pakt über die Ewigkeit
Du bist schon da,
ganz nah
ich kann Dich spür'n
Laß mich verführ'n, laß mich entführ'n
Heute Nacht zum letzten Mal
ergeben deiner Macht
Reich mir die Hand, mein Leben
Nenn mir den Preis
Ich schenk' Dir gestern, heute und morgen
Und dann schließt sich der Kreis
Kein Weg zurück,
das weiße Licht rückt näher, Stück für Stück
will mich ergeben
muß ich denn sterben,
um zu leben?
Out of the dark
Hörst Du die Stimme, die dir sagt
Into the light
I give up and close my eyes
Out of the dark
Hörst Du die Stimme, die dir sagt
Into the light
I give up and you rest your tears to the night
Out of the dark
Hörst Du die Stimme, die dir sagt
Into the light
I give up and close my eyes
Out of the dark
Hörst Du die Stimme, die dir sagt
Into the light
I give up and you rest your tears to the night
All this talk of getting old
It's getting me down my love
Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown
This time I'm comin' down
And I hope you're thinking of me
As you lay down on your side
Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again
Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again
But I know I'm on a losing streak
'Cause I passed down my old street
And if you wanna show, then just let me know
And I'll sing in your ear again
Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again
'Cause baby, ooh, if heaven calls, I'm coming, too
Just like you said, you leave my life, I'm better off dead
All this talk of getting old
It's getting me down my love
Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown
This time I'm comin' down
Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again
'Cause baby, ooh, if heaven calls, I'm coming, too
Just like you said, you leave my life, I'm better off dead
But if you wanna show, just let me know
And I'll sing in your ear again
Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again
Yeah, I know I'll see your face again
Yeah, I know I'll see your face again
Yeah, I know I'll see your face again
Yeah, I know I'll see your face again
I'm never going down, I'm never coming down
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more
I'm never coming down, I'm never going down
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more
(Repeat and Fade Out)
What tongueless ghost of sin crept through my curtains?
Sailing on a sea of sweat on a stormy night
I think he don't got a name but I can't be certain
And in me he starts to confide
That my family don't seem so familiar
And my enemies all know my name
And if you hear me tap on your window
Better get on yer knees and pray
Panic is on the way
My pulse pumps out a beat to the ghost dancer
My eyes are dead and my throat's like a black hole
And if there's a god would he give another chancer
An hour to sing for his soul
Cos my family don't seem so familiar
And my enemies all know my name
And when you hear me tap on yer window
Yer better get on yer knees and pray
Panic is on the way
Cos my family don't seem so familiar
And my enemies all know my name
And when you hear me tap on yer window
Then you get on your knees and you better pray
Cos my family don't seem so familiar
And my enemies all know my name
And when you hear me tap on your window
Yer better get on yer knees and pray
Panic is on the way
Panic is on the way
Zuletzt geändert von supernova; 08.07.2004, 20:08.
so hier mal was von Illegal 2001: A7 (Ich lauf durch jede Wüste)
Ich fahr die ganze Nacht auf der A7,
Ich kann es kaum erwarten, nicht genug von Dir zu kriegen.
Ich zähl jeden Kilometer, Sekunden auf der Uhr.
Ich bin total verliebt, ich spür meinen Herzschlag pur.
Doch plötzlich macht der Motor so einen komischen Sound,
auf einmal bin ich gar nicht mehr so gut gelaunt.
Und in dem Moment, an dem die Öllampe brennt,
da gibt es einen Riesenkrach und meine Karre liegt flach.
Ich lauf durch jede Wüste, ich schwimm durch jedes Meer,
würd mich sofort in Dich verlieben, wenn ich's nicht schon wär.
Ich lauf durch jede Wüste, ich schwimm durch jedes Meer,
würd mich sofort in Dich verlieben, wenn ich's nicht schon wär.
Jetzt steh ich an der Straße, und halt meinen Daumen raus.
Ein Auto hält an, ich heiß Thomas, er heißt Klaus.
Er ist mitte vierzig und sieht wie ein Spießer aus.
ER sagt er wohnt in Hamburg, ich soll mit zu ihm nach Haus.
An einer roten Ampel greift er mir an mein Knie,
mir ist schon viel passiert, aber sowas noch nie.
Ich lauf durch jede Wüste ...
Für die letzten Kilometer klau ich mir ein Rad,
und ich hoff', daß der Besitzer noch ein anderes hat.
Ich trete wie doof in die Pedalen, doch die Kette läuft mir ab.
Ich fahr in den Straßengraben und hau mir die Nase platt.
Mit aufgefetzten Knien und mit blutigem Gesicht
steh ich endlich vor Deiner Tür, vor Deiner Tür.
Die Tür geht auf, heh, doch das bist nicht Du,
vor mir steht ein Typ und der lacht mich aus und er sagt,
"heh, Thomas, Dich will sie gar nicht mehr"
Ich lief durch jede Wüste, ich schwamm durch jedes Meer,
wollt mich sofort in Dich verlieben doch Du willst mich nicht mehr.
Ich lief durch jede Wüste, ich schwamm durch jedes Meer,
wollt mich sofort in Dich verlieben doch Du willst mich nicht mehr.
Nights in white satin, never reaching the end
Letters I've written, never meaning to send
Beauty I'd always missed, with these eyes before
Just what the truth is, I can't say anymore
'Cause I love you, yes I love you, oh, how I love you
Gazing at people, some hand in hand
Just what I'm going through they can't understand
Some try to tell me, thoughts they cannot defend
Just what you want to be, you will be in the end
And I love you, yes I love you
Oh, how I love you, oh, how I love you
Nights in white satin, never reaching the end
Letters I've written, never meaning to send
Beauty I'd always missed, with these eyes before
Just what the truth is, I can't say anymore
'Cause I love you, yes I love you
Oh, how I love you, oh, how I love you
'Cause I love you, yes I love you
Oh, how I love you, oh, how I love you
(spoken)
Breathe deep in the gathering gloom
Watch lights fade from every room
Bedsitter people look back and lament
Another day's useless energy's spent
Impassioned lovers wrestle as one
Lonely man cries for love and has none
New mother picks up and suckles her sun
Senior citizens wish they were young
Cold-hearted orb that rules the night
Removes the colors from our sight
Red is grey and yellow white
And we decide which is right
And which is an illusion?
"At the very least...my butt is warm." Last words ever spoken in Paragon City/ Justice
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