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Falls sich noch jemand an die Coke-Werbung anno 1988 erinnert...?

First Time (Robin Beck)

First time first love,
Oh, what feeling is this.
Electricity flows
With the very first kiss.

Like a break in the clouds
And the first ray of sun
I can feel it inside
Something new has begun.

You admit how it feels -
Can't beat the real thing.


 
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Hi folks!

Nachdem ich just mein 400. Posting abgesetzt habe, muss ich hier mal
"something completely different" posten.
So'n bisschen psychedelisch...
...und nebenbei meine Coolpix-Vergangenheit aufarbeiten.

Also, willkommen zu meiner Tunnel-Trilogie:

Part I:
Pulp - Tunnel Lyrics
The tenth of July 1985 .... Don't ask stupid questions .... I had nothing
else to do I was bored .... I had, I had not .... Fifteen weeks since the
light has gone, fifteen weeks with the same shirt on, a thousand bodies
stink and sweat and somebody's trying to roll a cigarette. Clean mister.
Clean mister. Clean missed her. Just relax and enjoy it, it's nothing
really. Let's get you out of those damp clothes, just life yourself up,
get those dreadful trousers off. You'll feel so much better afterwards.
Just close your eyes and let it ooze all over you. Trickling down your
back warm and sticky. Isn't that nice? No don't speak, just let yourself
go, sink, sinking down deeper and deeper and deeper. At 3 o'clock that
morning I awoke in an unfamiliar room .... in my hands like sodden paper
... a thick, glutinous pale green liquid .... sunlight through net
curtains. 6,000 miles an hour into brilliant white light. There's a brass
band playing somewhere. Roll on your back and wait for the talcum. But
what's that? Pull back the linen sheets to find the shirt they peeled off
your back only two hours before the bed tips sideways. No .... and to one
day woke up in green fields with the sky blue above me. And to be clean
again. But know I'll never be clean again.



Viele Grüße

Martin
 
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Part II:
Dire Straits - Tunnel of love

Getting crazy on the waltzers but its life that choose
Sing about the sixblade sing about the switchback and a torture tattoo
And I been riding on a ghost train where the cars they scream and slam
And I dont know Ill be tonight but Id always tell you where I am

In a screaming ring of faces I seen her standing in the light
She had a ticket for the race just like me she was a victim of the night
I put my hand upon the lever said let it rock and let it roll
I had the one arm bandit fever there was an arrow through my heart and my soul

And the big wheel keep on turning neon burning up above
And Im just high on the wold
Come on and take a low with ma girl
On the tunnel of love
...



... to be continued...
 
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Part III:
Soundtrack zu Starlight Express: Light at the end of the tunnel:

POPPA
Diesel is for unbelievers. Electricity is wrong.
Steam has got the power that will pull us along -
There's a light at the end of the tunnel
There's a light at the end of the tunnel
The inside might be as black as the night
ALL
But there's a light at the end of the tunnel
There's a light at the end of the tunnel
The inside might be as black as the night
But at the end of the tunnel there's a light.
POPPA
It's the power of James Watt, the steaming Scot
ALL
The man sho watched the pot and said "Hey, I've got
A brilliant plot: when the steam is hot
It seems to make a lot of power"
POPPA
It could turn a wheel ...
ALL
Lots of power ...
POPPA
It could drive it down a track ...
ALL
Clickety clack, clinkety clack...
POPPA
It could drive it with a beat ...
ALL
Choo-choo-choo...
With enough left over for a
Whoo-whoo!
He saw the light at the end of the tunnel
I said he saw the light at the end of the tunnel
POPPA
Thanks James Watt (thank you Mr Watt)
For watching the pot
ALL
He saw a light at the end of the tunnel
He saw a light at the end of the tunnel
The inside might be s black as the mnight
But at the end of the tunnel there's a light.
...



Viele Grüße

Martin
 
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... und als Bonus: Die Beatles - Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds (war glaube ich schon mal, aber mir fällt dazu nichts Besseres ein

Picture yourself in a boat on a river,
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies.
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes.

Cellophane flowers of yellow and green,
Towering over your head.
Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes,
And she's gone.

Lucy in the sky with diamonds,
Lucy in the sky with diamonds,
Lucy in the sky with diamonds,
Ah... Ah...
(...)
Picture yourself on a train in a station,
With plasticine porters with looking glass ties.
Suddenly someone is there at the turnstile,
The girl with kaleidoscope eyes.






Und tschüss!

Martin
 
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So nimmt man also seine Umgebung war, nach der Einnahme von 9,10-Didehydro-N,N-diethyl-6-methylergolin-8β-carboxamid.
 
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BogiTw schrieb:
So nimmt man also seine Umgebung war, nach der Einnahme von 9,10-Didehydro-N,N-diethyl-6-methylergolin-8β-carboxamid.
Zum Vergrößern anklicken....

Ja, man sollte aufpassen, welche CompactFlash-Karten man seiner Coolpix zum Fressen gibt

Viele Grüße

Martin

P.S.: Soll ich's noch in den Wo-War-Ich-Thread einstellen?
 
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Velvet Underground / Shiny Shiny Shiny Boots Of Leather

shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
whiplash girlchild in the dark
comes in bells, your servant, don't forsake him
strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart

downy sins of streetlight fancies
chase the costumes she shall wear
ermine furs adorn the imperious
severin, severin awaits you there

i am tired, i am weary
i could sleep for a thousand years
a thousand dreams that would awake me
different colors made of tears

kiss the boot of shiny, shiny leather
shiny leather in the dark
tongue of thongs, the belt that does await you
strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart

severin, severin, speak so slightly
severin, down on your bended knee
taste the whip, in love not given lightly
taste the whip, now plead for me

i am tired, i am weary
i could sleep for a thousand years
a thousand dreams that would awake me
different colors made of tears

shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
whiplash girlchild in the dark
severin, your servant comes in bells, please don't forsake him
strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart

 
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Queen, "Who wants to live forever"





"Theres no time for us
Theres no place for us
What is this thing that builds our dreams yet slips away
From us

Who wants to live forever
Who wants to live forever....?

Theres no chance for us
Its all decided for us
This world has only one sweet moment set aside for us

Who wants to live forever
Who wants to live forever?

Who dares to love forever?
When love must die

But touch my tears with your lips
Touch my world with your fingertips
And we can have forever
And we can love forever
Forever is our today
Who wants to live forever
Who wants to live forever?
Forever is our today

Who waits forever anyway?"
 
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Michael Caine (Madness)

The sun is laughing it's another broken morning.
I see a shadow and call out to try and warn him.
He didn't seem to hear,
Just turned away.
The quiet fellow follows and points his fingers
Straight at you.
He had to sacrifice his pride yes, throw it all away.

(My name is Michael Caine)

And all I wanted was a word or photograph to keep at home.
And all I wanted was a word or photograph to keep.




 
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Ok,-Hat zwar gar nichts mit>Rock< zu tun,ist aber trotzdem eines meiner Lieblingslieder.Es erinnrt mich an Scholochows Roman >Der stille Don<(Tichy Don)

«Катюша»
Расцветали яблони и груши,
Поплыли туманы над рекой.
Выходила на берег Катюша,
На высокий берег, на крутой.

Выходила, песню заводила
Про степного сизого орла,
Про того, которого любила,
Про того, чьи письма берегла.

Ой ты, песня, песенка девичья,
Ты лети за ясным солнцем вслед
И бойцу на дальнем пограничье
От Катюши передай привет.

Пусть он вспомнит девушку простую,
Пусть услышит, как она поет,
Пусть он землю бережет родную,
А любовь Катюша сбережет.

Расцветали яблони и груши,
Поплыли туманы над рекой.
Выходила на берег Катюша,
На высокий берег, на крутой...


>Katjusha<
Die Aepfel und die Birnen bluehten
Der Nebel zog ueber den Fluss
Da ging Katjuscha an's hohe, steile Ufer
Ging und sang ein Lied

Ging und sang vom Steppenadler,
Den, den sie liebte
Dessen Briefe sie schaetzte

Oh, du Lied, du Lied
Flieg der klaren Sonne hinterher
Zu dem Kaempfer hinter der Grenze
Und bring ihm Katjuschas Gruss

Lass ihn Katjuscha's Stimme nicht vergessen
Und ihn hoeren wie sie singt
Lass ihn das geliebte Land beschuetzen
Und Katjuscha's Liebe nicht vergehn...


 
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Melancholische Stimmung jetzt wieder draußen.
Und drinnen beim Musikhören.
Eine sehr schöne Stimme, eine sehr schöne LP.

Joni Mitchell - BLUE

Blue, songs are like tattoos
You know I've been to sea betore
Crown and anchor me
Or let me sail away
Hey Blue, here is a song for you
Ink on a pin
Underneath the skin
An empty space to fill in
Well there're so many sinking now
You've got to keep thinking
You can make it thru these waves
Acid, booze, and ass
Needles, guns, and grass
Lots of laughs, lots of laughs
Everybody's saying that hell's the hippest way to go
Well I don't think so
But I'm gonna take a look around it though
Blue, I love you

Blue, here is a shell for you
Inside you'll hear a sigh
A foggy lullaby
There is your song from me

 
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Am 4. September 2006 starb der als "Crocodile Hunter" bekannte Australier Steve Irwin bei Unterwasseraufnahmen am Great Barrier Reef an den Folgen des Stichs eines Stachelrochens ins Herz.
Am 20. September 2006 fand in seinem Zoo (Australia Zoo bei Brisbane) das Memorial statt, an dem John Williams u.a. dieses Lied sang.
Am 21. September 2006 konnte ich den Zoo besuchen. Ein unvergessliches Erlebnis, nicht nur wegen des Memorials, sondern weil für den Zoo die Tiere im Vordergrund stehen (wie es sein sollte), und nicht das unbedingte Zurschaustellen. Den Australia Zoo kann ich jedem nur empfehlen.

Viele Grüße

Martin


HOME AMONG THE GUMTREES
By B. Brown/W. Johnson

I've been around the world
A couple of times or maybe more
I've seen the sights, I've had delights
On every foreign shore
But when my mates all ask me
The place that I adore
I tell them right away

Give me a home among the gumtrees
With lots of plum trees
A sheep or two, a k-kangaroo
A clothesline out the back
Verandah out the front
And an old rocking chair

You can see me in the kitchen
Cooking up a roast
Or Vegemite on toast
Just you and me, a cup of tea
And later on, we'll settle down
And go out on the porch
And watch the possums play

There's a Safeways up the corner
And a Woolies down the street
And a brand new place they've opened up
Where they regulate the heat
But I'd trade them all tomorrow
For a little bush retreat
Where the kookaburras call

Some people like their houses
With fences all around
Others live in mansions
And some beneath the ground
But me I like the bush you know
With rabbits running round
And a pumpkin vine out the back




Viele Grüße

Martin
 
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Nick Cave/Kylie Minogue, "Where the wild roses grow"





" They call me The Wild Rose
but my name was Elisa Day.
Why they call me it I do not know,
for my name was Elisa Day.

From the first day I saw I knew she was the one
as she stared in my eyes and smiled.
For her lips where the colour of the roses
that grew down the river, all bloody and wild.

When he knocked on my door and entered the room,
my trembeling subsided in his sure embrace.
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand
he wiped at the tears that ran down my face.

On the second day I brought her a flower,
she was more beautiful than any woman I`d seen.
I said "Do you know where the wild roses grow,
so sweet and scarlet and free?".

On the second day he came with a single red rose,
said "Will you give me your loss and your sorrow?".
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
he said "If I show you the roses will you follow?".

On the third day he took me to the river,
he showed me the roses and we kissed.
And the last thing I heard, was a muttered word,
as he knelt above me with a rock in his fist.

On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow,
and she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief.
As I kissed her goodbye, I said "All beauty must die",
lent down and planted a rose between her teeth."
 
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