Musik und die Gefühle... Erahnt Ihr die Bedeutung der Texte???

[Doc Jaques la Croix]

Aus gegebenen anlass:

Farin Urlaub - Kein Zurück

Du stehst am Fenster und du schaust hinaus
Und draußen scheint die Sonne, doch in dir herrscht tiefe Nacht
Farin Wenn nicht ein letzter Rest von Zweifel in dir wäre,
Kein Hättest du schon längst den letzten Schritt gemacht
Zur
Niemand da, der dich versteht
Und weiß, was in dir vor sich geht
ck
Geh durch die Straßen und du siehst: Um dich herum, da tobt das Leben
Songtexte Doch in dir tobt nur der Tod
Du würdest alles für nen Notausgang aus diesem Leben geben
Songtext Oder für ein Rettungsboot

Du weißt nicht mehr, wohin mit dir
Lyrics Du willst überall sein, bloß nicht hier

Nie wieder Liebeskummer, nie wieder allein
Lyric Nie wieder Pech, nie wieder Glück
Kein Kuss im Regen und kein Sonnenuntergang
Liedertexte Mach dir klar, es ist wahr:
Es gibt kein zurück
Liedertext
Mit einer Waffe an der Schläfe willst du dich
Alle Für alle Ewigkeit von deinem Schmerz befreien
Soll denn das Zucken deines Zeigefingers tatsächlich
Farin Der letzte Akt in deinem Leben sein?

Die eigenen Schmerzen enden zwar
Kein Doch mach dir bitte eines klar:

Du hast dein Leid nur gegen anderes eingetauscht
Zur Nichts ist besser, nicht ein Stück
Die dich verlieren, werden den Schmerz für immer spüren
ck Wenn du gehst – du verstehst:
Es gibt kein Zurück
Songtexte
Du siehst an allem nur die negativen Seiten
Schwimmst in einem tiefen Meer von Traurigkeit
Songtext Tatsache ist zwar, dass wir alle sterben müssen
Nur die meisten hätten gerne noch mehr Zeit
Lyrics
Wir haben nur dies eine Leben
Ein zweites kann dir keiner geben
Lyric
Nie wieder Sorgen haben, nie wieder verlieren
Nie wieder Pech – Nie wieder Glück
Liedertexte Keine zweite Chance, und erst recht kein Happy End
Mach dir klar, es ist wahr:
Liedertext Es gibt kein Zurück!

[Zocktan]

Hermano - Cowboys Suck
I am the son and the heir
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and heir
Of nothing in particular

You shut your mouth
How dare you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does

I am the son and the heir
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and heir
Of nothing in particular

You shut your mouth
How dare you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does

There’s a club if you’d like to go you
Could meet somebody who really loves you
So you go, and you stand on your own and
You leave on your own and you go home,
And you cry and you want to die.

When you say it’s gonna happen now,
When exactly do you mean? see I’ve already
Waited too long and all my hope is gone

You shut your mouth
How dare you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does

[Raumpatrouille]

Hermano - Cowboys Suck
I am the son and the heir
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and heir
Of nothing in particular

You shut your mouth
How dare you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does

I am the son and the heir
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and heir
Of nothing in particular

You shut your mouth
How dare you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does

There’s a club if you’d like to go you
Could meet somebody who really loves you
So you go, and you stand on your own and
You leave on your own and you go home,
And you cry and you want to die.

When you say it’s gonna happen now,
When exactly do you mean? see I’ve already
Waited too long and all my hope is gone

You shut your mouth
How dare you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does

Ein wirklich herausragender Song. Allerdings kenne ich nur das Original. Und das ist von "The Smiths" und auf dem Album Hatful of hollow erschienen.

Ich hätte mir gewünscht, daß sie mehr in diese psychedelische Richtung weitergehen. Aber für mehr hat der Enthusiasmus nicht gereicht. Schade, aber wie schon geschrieben, der Song ist wirklich klasse.

[Zocktan]

passend zur Jahreszeit, das alles passiert übrigens zur Musik von Black Sabbaths "Iron Man"

Bob Rivers - I Am Santa Claus

I am Santa Claus

Ho ho ho ho ho

Flying Through the snow
Can you hear him ho ho ho
He's so full of cheer
only has to work one day a year

Children in their beds
Visions of sugar plums fill their heads
So many kids out there
Santa must be a billionare

Red suit, boots of black
Big sack of toys hanging off his back
How much does he weigh
How do the reindeer pull his sleigh

Nobody sees him
as he travels the world

Leaving his presents
for the good boys and girls

Ho ho ho ho ho

Sees every move you make
Better be good for goodness sake
Leave him cookies and beer
He'll be back to your house first next year

I am Santa Claus

Ho ho ho ho ho

[Dax]

Mark Knopfler - Don't Crash The Ambulance

Don't often open up this floor
Since I handed in my gun
What all these keys are for
Now my tour of duty's done
You got to know the switches
Now you got your turn
Watch and learn, junior
Watch and learn

Now you will get your
Trouble spots
Here's one from
Down voodoo way
Bragged he had me
By the you-know-whats
Very funny, you don't say
The big enchilada
Stealing elections
Had to go down there
Trash collection
Got his cojones
On my desk in there
Made into a souvenir
Set of cufflinks, nice pair
The rest of him's
Someplace up here
Sometimes you got to
Put a shoulder to the door
Not so fast, junior
Listen to your pa
Here, son
I'm handing over to you
Don't crash the ambulance
Whatever you do

What we have here's
A dung hole place
Thought it was fly shit
On the map
Fat bastard, ugly face
And the personal crap
You can't move the barriers
You can't mess with oil and gas
Had to go down there
Stick a couple
Aircraft carriers
In his ass
Fancy dress
Medals chest
It's all in here
For all the gigs
Gas mask
Bullet-proof vest
All the usual rigs
There'll be things they missed
They didn't mention
You've even
Got a whistle in there
For attracting attention

Well, I think you're gonna
Be okay, son
You've had the tour, I guess
These two buttons
By the way
This one I hope
You never press
Some holy fool, just watch
Who's not like you or me
That one's the whole
Shooting match
Right there
It's the whole shitaree
We don't forget
Who put us here, jack
That's page one
We talk soft
But carry a big stick
And pack the biggest gun
We don't like accidents
Major or minor
You don't want yourself
An incident
Don't ever invade china

Here, son
I'm handing over to you
Don't crash the ambulance
Here, son
I'm handing over to you
Don't crash the ambulance
Whatever you do


Na, wer weiß um wen's geht?

[Sukie]

Weil ichs grade höre und unendlich schön finde...

Sarah McLachlan - Angels

Spend all your time waiting
For that second chance
For a break that would make it okay
There’s always one reason
To feel not good enough
And it’s hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
Oh beautiful release
Memory seeps from my veins
Let me be empty
And weightless and maybe
I’ll find some peace tonight

In the arms of an angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You’re in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort there

So tired of the straight line
And everywhere you turn
There’s vultures and thieves at your back
And the storm keeps on twisting
You keep on building the lie
That you make up for all that you lack
It don’t make no difference
Escaping one last time
It’s easier to believe in this sweet madness oh
This glorious sadness that brings me to my knees

In the arms of an angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You’re in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort there
You’re in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here

[Zocktan]

Queens Of The Stone Age - The Lost Art Of Keeping A Secret
I've got a secret, I cannot say
Blame all the movement to give it away
You've got somethin, I understand
Holding it tightly, caught on command
Leap of faith, do you doubt?
Cut you in, I just cut you out

Whatever you do
Don't tell anyone
Whatever you do
Don't tell anyone

Look for reflections, in your face
Canine devotion, time can't erase
Out on the corner, locked in your room
I never believe them and I never assume
Still can't believe there is a lie
Promise is promise, an eye for an eye
We've got something to reveal
No one can know how we feel

Whatever you do
Don't tell anyone
Whatever you do
Don't tell anyone

Whatever you do
Don't tell anyone
Whatever you do
Don't tell anyone

I think you already know
How far I'd go not to say
You know the art isn't gone
And I'm taking my song to the grave

Whatever you do
Don't tell anyone
Whatever you do
Don't tell anyone

[Nicolas Hazen]

Ok, der Text mag kontrovers sein, aber ich poste ihn dennoch:

The Roll of Honour

Read the roll of honour for Ireland's bravest men
we must be united in memory of the ten,
England you're a monster, don't think that you have won
we will never be defeated while Ireland has such sons.

In those weary H-Block cages ten brave young Irishmen lay
hungering for justice as their young lives ebbed away,
for their rights as Irish soldiers and to free their native land
they stood beside their leader the gallant Bobby Sands.
Now they mourn Hughes in Bellaghy,
Ray McCreesh in Armagh's hill
in those narrow streets of Derry they miss O'Hara still,
they so proudly gave their young lives to break Britannia's hold
their names will be remembered as history unfolds.

So read the roll of honour for Ireland's bravest men
we must be united in memory of the ten,
England you're a monster, don't think that you have won
we will never be defeated while Ireland has such sons.

Through the war torn streets of Ulster the black flags did sadly sway
to salute ten Irish martyrs the bravest of the brave,
Joe McDonnell, Martin Hurson, Kevin Lynch, Kieran Docherty
they gave their lives for freedom with Thomas McElwee.
Michael Devin from Derry you were the last to die
with your nine brave companions with the martyred dead you lie
your souls cry out remember, our deaths are not in vain
fight on and make our homeland a nation once again.

So read the roll of honour for Ireland's bravest men
we must be united in memory of the ten,
England you're a monster, don't think that you have won
we will never be defeated while Ireland has such sons

[Nicolas Hazen]

Böhse Onkelz - Kirche

Du bezahlts für ihren Segen, für die Angst vor dem Tod
Dein Geld hält sie am Leben, gibt ihnen ihr täglich Brot
Du hängst an ihren Lippen und du glaubst, daß du sie brauchst.
Dann klammer dich an sie bis du verfaulst

Ich scheiße auf die Kirche, Ihren Papst und seinen Segen
Ich brauch ihm nicht als Krücke, ich kann alleine leben.
Falls du das nicht kannst, ja falls du ihn brauchst
Werde mit ihm glücklich, doch zwing mir nicht deinen Glauben auf

Zensur und Moralismus, ist alles was sie bringt.
Eine halbe Erlösung, der Himmel stinkt.
Und Du willst für sie sterben, in ihrem Namen
Für die Kirche, für ein Amen

Ich pisse auf den Papst, und seine römische Zentrale
Auf den Vatikan, und seine Sklaven
Ich glaube nicht an eure Worte, ich bin doch nicht bekloppt
Denn wer keine Angst vorm Teufel hat, der braucht auch keinen Gott.

Ich scheiße auf die Kirche, Ihren Papst und seinen Segen
Ich brauch nich nicht als Krücke, ich kann alleine leben
Falls du das nicht kannst, ja falls Du ihn brauchst
Werde mit ihm glücklich, doch zwing mir nicht deinen Glauben auf

Ich pisse auf den Papst, und seine römische Zentrale
Auf den Vatikan und seine Sklaven
Ich glaube nicht an eure Worte, ich bin doch nicht bekloppt,
Denn wer keine Angst vorm Teufel hat, der braucht auch keinen Gott.

[Doc Jaques la Croix]

the used - buried myself alive

you almost always pick the best times
to drop the worst lines
you almost made me cry again this time
another false alarm
red flashing lights
well this time I'm not going to watch myself die

I think I made it a game to play your game
and let myself cry
I buried myself alive on the inside
so I could shut you out
and let you go away for a long time

I guess it's ok I puked the day away
I guess it's better you trapped yourself in your own way
and if you want me back
you're gonna have to ask

I think the chain broke away
and I felt it the day that I had my own time
I took advantage of myself and felt fine
but it was worth the night
I caught an early flight and I made it home

I guess it's ok I puked the day away
I guess it's better you trapped yourself in your own way
and if you want me back
you're gonna have to ask
nicer than that
nicer than that

with my foot on your neck
I finally have you
right where I want you
right where I want you
right where I want you

I guess it's ok I puked the day away
I guess it's better you trapped yourself in your own way
and if you want me back
you're gonna have to ask
nicer than that
nicer than that
and if you want me back
you're gonna have to ask
nicer than that
nicer nicer nicer

[Zocktan]

hab da silvester gehört und seit dem einen ohrwurm...

Karma To Burn - Ma Petit Mort

I look forward to my death
Excitement has me short of breath
Catholics have me mystified
When they're good, they're afraid to die

Laughing at the law,
The brothers say you like to get high
Mother said "you're gone",
Tripping on the fourth of july

When lazarus died jesus went
To read up on his faith in death
Bridge of souls that beg the rest
To build this dream they must invest

Laughing at the law,
The brothers say you like to get high
Mother said "you're gone",
Tripping on the fourth of july

[flagros]

Johnny cash :
REDEMPTION

From the hands it came down From the side it came down From the feet it came down And ran to the ground Between heaven and hell A teardrop fell In the deep crimson dew The tree of life grew

And the blood gave life To the branches of the tree And the blood was the price That set the captives free And the numbers that came Through the fire and the flood Clung to the tree And were redeemed by the blood

From the tree streamed a light That started the fight 'Round the tree grew a vine On whose fruit I could dine My old friend Lucifer came Fought to keep me in chains But I saw through the tricks Of six-sixty-six

And the blood gave life To the branches of the tree And the blood was the price That set the captives free And the numbers that came Through the fire and the flood Clung to the tree And were redeemed by the blood

From his hands it came down From his side it came down From his feet it came down And ran to the ground And a small inner voice Said "You do have a choice." The vine engrafted me And I clung to the tree

[GGG]

Monty Phytons Always look on the bright side of life

Some things in life are bad,
They can really make you mad,
Other things just make you swear and curse.
When you're chewing on life's gristle
Don't grumble, give a whistle.
And this'll help things turn out for the best.
And....
Always look on the bright side of life, (whistle)
Always look on the bright side of life, (whistle)
If life seems jolly rotten,
There's something you've forgotten,
And that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing.
When you're feeling in the dumps,
Don't be silly chumps.
Just purse your lips and whistle, that's the thing.
And...
Always look on the bright side of life. (whistle)
Come on...
Always look on the bright side of life...
For life is quite absurd,
And death's the final word,
You must always face the curtain with a bow.
Forget about your sin,
Give the audience a grin,
Enjoy it - it's your last chance anyhow.
So always look on the bright side of death,
Just before you draw your terminal breath,
Life's a piece of shit,
When you look at it,
Life's a laugh and death's a joke, it's true.
You'll see it's all a show,
Keep 'em laughing as you go.
Just remember that the last laugh is on you.
And always look on the bright side of life,
Always look on the right side of life,
Come on guys, cheer up.
Always look on the bright side of life.
Worse things happen at sea, you know.
Always look on the bright side of life.
I mean - what have you got to lose?
You know, you come from nothing,
you're going back to nothing.
What have you lost? Nothing!
(fade...)

[Zocktan]

das lied mag ich sehr, ich ziehe aber die version von fu manchu vor...

Blue Oyster Cult - Godzilla
With a purposeful grimace and a terrible sound
He pulls the spitting high tension wires down
Helpless people on a subway train
Scream bug-eyed as he looks in on them
He picks up a camero and he throws it back down
As he wades through the buildings toward the center of town

Oh no, they say he's got to go go go Godzilla
Oh no, there goes Tokyo go go Godzilla

und wo wir gerade von fu manchu sprechen

Fu Manchu - Hell On Wheels

Cut yourself off from the pack
Flat out against the freaks
Theres nothin they wont try
Hot head - heavy foot they meet
Its been so many days
And we tried every way
We knew of a masterplan
So put the keys in my hand

In my hand
In my hand

At a time when you would think
All of a sudden it hits the streets
As theyre swappin the big block
Slow-motion - time has stopped
El camaro never dies
Look closely youll know why
Outrun em you know we can
So put the keys in my hand in my

Hell on wheels is no big deal
Road burnin all across the land
Hell on wheels is no big deal

Takin em out of the masterplan
An idea whose time has come
A land ride for everyone
Been like this for years on end
Well let you know where and when
As he splits the road in two
Underdrive we never knew
Ourun em you know we can
So put the keys in my hand

In my hand


Hell on wheels is no big deal
Road burnin all across the land
Hell on wheels is no big deal

In my hand
In my hand
In my hand
In my hand
In my hand
In my hand
In my hand
In my hand

[GGG]

Und hier Der g'schupfte Ferdl von Helmut Qualtinger, find ich echt gut.

Der g'schupfte Ferdl

Heute ziagt der g'schupfte Ferdl frische Socken an,
grün und gelb gestreift, das ist so elegant,
schmiert mit feinster Brillantine seine Locken ein,
putzt sich d'Schuach und haut sich in a neues Gwand.
Denn beim Thumser draußt in Neulerchenfeld ist Perfektion.

An der Ecken trifft er dann die Mitzi Wastaptschek,
das beliebte Pin-up-Girl von Hernals.
Ihre Kleidung ist wie seine ganz dezent und schick,
sie hat beinah echte Perlen uman Hals.
Denn beim Thumser draußt in Neulerchenfeld ist Perfektion.

So gehn die beiden mit vergnügten Sinn zum Thumser hin.
Bei der Gard'robe sehen sie ein großes Schild:
Die werten Gäste wer'n höflichst gebeten
die Tanzlokalität ohne Messer zu betreten.
Da legt der g'schupte Ferdl ohne lange zu reden
sein Taschenfeidl hin, die Mitzi hat im Taschl eh no an drin.

Da fangt mit Schwung und Elan a g'stampfter Jitterbug an
gespielt von Charly Woperschaleks Golden Boys aus Hernals.
Und mit Elastizität, die sich von selber versteht,
schleift der Ferdinand die Mitzi aufs Parkett.
Das ist ziemlich übervölkert schon,
weil beim Thumser ist heut - eh scho wiss'n - Perfektion.

Das Saxofon das improvisiert
die Nummer: I can give you anything but love.
Beim letzten Ton da hat er sich g'irrt,
worauf der Ferdl sagt: "Des is a g'selchter Aff."
Aber gleich neben an steht ein junger Mann
der glaubt, daß ihn der Ferdinand gemeint haben kann.

Und er ist über diese Randbemerkung sehr depremiert,
der g'schupfte Ferdl hat ihn nämlich einst die Mitzi entführt.
Er findet, das war sehr gemein, doch haßt er Schlägerein,
drum beißt er nur dem Ferdl in die Nasen hinein.
Der ist ganz desparat, er weiß sich kan Rat,
weil er's Messer blöderweis in der Gard'rob liegen hat.

Aber gleich drauf wird ihm besser,
weil ihm fällt ein die Mitzi hat ja noch ein Messer,
er reißt sich z'am und gibt dem Gegner einen ziemlich leichten Stessa.

Durch diesen Stessa fliegt er durch das ganze Tanzparkett.
Am andern Ende pickt er traurig an der Wand
und fünf, sechs Tänzer die ringeln sich am Boden,
davon sagt einer: "Jetzt gibt's wahrscheinlich an Maroden."
Daraufhin sagt ein anderer: "Warum net gleich an Toten?"
Sie schütteln sich die Hand, dann beulteln sie den Ferdinand aus'n G'wand.

Kaum hat der Ferdl seine Flaschna,
sagt er: "Mitzi, reich mir's Messer aus der Taschna."
Doch die Mitzi sagt: "Der Teufel soll's hol'n, jetzt hat mir wer mei Taschl g'stohln."

Und indem das da der g'schupfte Ferdl wehrlos war
hat die Übermacht ihn ziemlich maltretiert.
Er bekam ein blaues Äugel, daß er schwerlos war,
das hat er mit kalte Umschläg sich kuriert.
Und er nimmt, so oft ihm der Schädel brummt zwa Pyamidon.

Doch nächste Wochen ziagt der g'schupfte Ferdl wieder frische Sochen an,
grün und gelb gestreift, das ist so elegant,
schmiert mit feinster Brillantine seine Locken ein,
putzt sich d'Schuach und haut sich in a neues Gwand.
Denn beim Thumser draußt in Neulerchenfeld ist wieder einmal Perfektion.