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Mama Africa / Peter Tosh


(CHORUS)
Mama Africa
How are you doing Mama
Mama Africa
Long time me no see you Mama
They took me away from you Mama
Long before I was born
They took me away from you Mama
Long before I came on in
CHORUS
There's so many things about you
Wondering where you are
They try their best to hide you Mama
But I search and I find you
CHORUS
In you there's so much beauty
In you there's so much life
In you there's so many kingdoms
To me it's out of sight
CHORUS
You're the maker of gold Mama
You're the maker of diamond
You're the maker of pearls
And the maker of all precious goals
CHORUS
I've been waiting, yearning, looking
Searching to find you
I've been crying, praying hoping
That I may find you Mama
CHORUS
You're my mother Africa
You're my father Africa
CHORUS I'm proud of you Mama
I love you Mama
I'm proud of you Mama
I love you heavenly
CHORUS



Greetz,
Bernd
 
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>STARFUCKER<
(M. Jagger/K. Richards)

Baby, baby, I've been so sad since you've been gone
Way back to New York City
Where you do belong
Honey, I missed your two-tone kisses
Legs wrapped around me tight
If I ever get back to Fun City, girl
I'm gonna make you scream all night

Honey, honey, call me on the telephone
I know you're movin' out to Hollywood
With your can of tasty foam
All those beat up friends of mine
Got to get you in their books
And lead guitars and movie stars
Get their tongues beneath your hood

Yeah! You're a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star
Yeah, a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star
A star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker star

Yeah, I heard about you Polaroid's
Now that's what I call obscene
Your tricks with fruit was kind a cute
I bet you keep your pussy clean
Honey, I miss your two tone kisses
Legs wrapped around me tight
If I ever get back to New York, girl
Gonna make you scream all night

Yeah! You're a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star
Yeah, a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star
A star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker star

Yeah, Ali McGraw got mad with you
For givin' head to Steve McQueen
Yeah, and me we made a pretty pair
Fallin' through the Silver Screen
Honey, I'm open to anything
I don't know where to draw the line
Yeah, I'll make bets that you're gonna get
John Wayne before he dies

Yeah! You're a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star
Yeah, a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star
A star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker star
Yes you are
A star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker star

 
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Wieder mal was Jazziges.
Bei dieser herbstlichen Stimmung, die jetzt wieder öfters auftritt, kann man den guten Chet Baker wieder mal auspacken.
Ist ein Standard, gibt es folglich von diversen Interpreten.
Aber die Bläser-Version mit Chet Baker finde ich am wenigsten traurig. :winkgrin:

A foggy day

 
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Weather Girls, "It's raining man"





"Hi – hi – we're your weather girls (uh huh)
And have we got news for you you better listen
Get ready all you lonely girls
And leave those umbrellas at home – (alright)

Humidity's rising (uh rising)
Barometer's getting low (how low girl)
According to all sources (what sources now)
The street's the place to go (we better hurry up)

'Cause tonight for the first time
Just about half past ten
For the first time in history
It's gonna start raining men

It's raining men hallelujah
It's raining men amen
I'm gonna go out and gonna let myself get
Absolutely soaking wet

It's raining men hallelujah
It's raining men every spec of men
Tall blond dark and lean
Rough and tough and strong and mean

God bless Mother Nature
She's a single woman too
She took on the heavens
And she did what she had to do
She fought every angel
She rearranged the sky
So that each and every woman
Could find her perfect guy
It's raining men

It's raining men hallelujah
it's raining men amen
it's raining men hallelujah
it's raining men amen

God bless Mother Nature
She's a single woman too
She took on the heavens
And she did what she had to do
She fought every angel
She rearranged the sky
So that each and every woman
Could find her perfect guy
It's raining men

It's raining men hallelujah
it's raining men amen
it's raining men hallelujah
it's raining men amen"
 
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Don't Hang Up (10cc)

Hello there
How have you been?
I've called a million times
But to me youre never in.
I know I never had the style
Or dash of Errol Flynn,
But I loved you.

I'm doing really well
And I'm as happy as a lark.
I got a new apartment
Its as safe as Central Park.
And if they ever mug me
When I'm walking in the dark
Will you know?

Don't hang up!
Don't hang up!
Don't say...


 
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Mal was gegen die Herbst-Depri-Stimmung

Elvis Costello - Sour milk-cow blues

You like coffee and you like tea
Much more than you like me
And everybody says watch out yeah
For the sour milk-cow blues

You like your coffee just a little too sweet
Without your sugar life is incomplete
And everybody says watch out yeah
For the sour milk-cow blues

I think about you everyday
Something about you is not the same
Something about the things you say
Sounds like a different woman with a different name
Sour milk-cow blues

 
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Lady d'Arbanville (Cat Stevens)

My Lady d'Arbanville, you look so cold tonight.
Your lips feel like winter,
Your skin has turned to white, your skin has turned to white.

My Lady d'Arbanville, why do you sleep so still?
I'll wake you tomorrow,
And you will be my fill, yes, you will be my fill.


 
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PETER GABRIEL - Here Comes The Flood

I took the old track
the hollow shoulder, across the waters
On the tall cliffs
they were getting older, sons and daughters
The jaded underworld was riding high
Waves of steel hurled metal at the sky
and as the nail sunk in the cloud, the rain
was warm and soaked the crowd.

Lord, here comes the flood
We'll say goodbye to flesh and blood
If again the seas are silent
in any still alive
It'll be those who gave their island to survive
Drink up, dreamers, you're running dry.



Gruß Saffetti

nördlicher geht´s auf der englischen Hauptinsel nicht.
 
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Moin!

Yertle the Turtle / Red Hot Chili Peppers

On a far away island
Of salamasond
Yertle the turtle
Was king of the pond

[...]



(zu zäh für die Suppe, also muss sie für Rock-It herhalten )

Greetz,
Bernd
 
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Moin,

When the moon shines
On the cow shed
And we're rollin' in the hay
All the cows are out there grazing
And the milk is on its way.

I am a cider drinker
I drinks it all of the day
I am a cider drinker
It soothes all me troubles away
Oh arr oh arr aay
Oh arr oh arr aay.

It's so cosy in the kitchen
With the smell of rabbit stew
When the breeze blows 'cross the farmyard
You can smell the cow sheds too.
(Oh, I've never smelt nothing like it in all my life!)

When those combine wheels stops turning
And a hard day's work is done
There's a pub around the corner
It's the place we have our fun.
(Arr, we'll have some fun 'n' all.)

I am a cider drinker
I drinks it all of the day
I am a cider drinker
It soothes all me troubles away
Oh arr oh arr aay
Oh arr oh arr aay.
(Come on, get a couple of pints down 'ere then!)

Now dear old Mabel
When she's able
We takes a stroll down Lover's Lane
And we'll sink a pint of Scrumpy
Then we'll play old nature's game.
(Ha ha ha!
Oo arr!)
But we end up in the duck pond
When the pub is sized to close
With me breeches full o' tadpoles
And the newts between me toes.

I am a cider drinker
I drinks it all of the day
I am a cider drinker
It soothes all me troubles away
Oh arr oh arr aay
Oh arr oh arr aay.
(Come on everyone, get up 'ere then!
Ha ha!)

I am a cider drinker
I drinks it all of the day
I am a cider drinker
It soothes all me troubles away
Oh arr oh arr aay
Oh arr oh arr aay
Oh arr oh arr aay
Oh arr oh arr aay.

Let cider be the spice of life!

Parodie auf den alten Sommer-Ohrwurm "Oh la Paloma blanca".

 
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>Born on the Bayou<(C.C.R.)

Now, when I was just a little boy,
Standin to my daddys knee,
My poppa said, son, dont let the man get you
Do what he done to me.
cause hell get you,
cause hell get you now, now.

And I can remember the fourth of july,
Runnin through the backwood, bare.
And I can still hear my old hound dog barkin,
Chasin down a hoodoo there.
Chasin down a hoodoo there.

Chorus:
Born on the bayou;
Born on the bayou;
Born on the bayou.

Wish I was back on the bayou.
Rollin with some cajun queen.
Wishin I were a fast freight train,
Just a chooglin on down to new orleans.

Chorus

Do it, do it, do it, do it. oh, lord.
Oh get back boy.

I can remember the fourth of july,
Runnin through the backwood bare.
And I can still hear my old hound dog barkin,
Chasin down a hoodoo there.
Chasin down a hoodoo there.

Chorus

All right! do, do, do, do.
Mmmmmmm, oh.

 
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>Four Walls of Railford<(Lynnyrd Skynnyrd)

Well, them four walls of Raiford closing in on me
Doin' three to five hard labor for armed robbery
I had two years behind me, but I could not wait the time
Every time I thought about it, well, I died some more inside

And I had stripes on my back; memories that hurt
For the only time I seen sunshine is when I get to work
Diggin' ditches for the chain gang; sleepin' in the cold
Oh, Lord, please forgive me for I could not wait no more

And I comin' home to see you, Jesus - well, it feels so close this time
Please take mercy on a soldier from the Florida-Georgia line
When they find me they must kill me - oh, Jesus, save my soul
I can't go back down to Raiford - I can't take that anymore

These last few years behind me, oh Lord, have been so sad
I fought proudly for my country when the times were bad
Now they say I'm guilty - when they find me I must die
Only me and Jesus know that I never stole a dime

Well, when Vietnam was over there was no work here for me
I had a pretty wife awaitin' and two kids I had to feed
Well I'm one of America's heroes
When they shoot me down won't you fly old glory proudly?
Put my medals in the ground

And I comin' home to see you, Jesus - well, it feels so close this time
Please take mercy on a soldier from the Florida-Georgia line
When they find me they must kill me - oh, Jesus, save my soul
I can't go back down to Raiford - I can't take that anymore



Nachtrag:
Dieser Song ist ein eher unbekannterer Song von Lynnyrd Skynnyrd.
Ich kenne und habe ihn lediglich in einer Demo-Version,
in welcher die Stimme Johnny van Zands lediglich von einer Slide_Guitar begleitet wird,unheimlich ergreifend,ein Country Blues reinster südstaatlicher Machart.
Auch wenn man Lynnyrd Skynnyrd immer mal wieder Rassismus vorwirft,-dieser Text ist das krasse Gegenbeispiel.
 
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