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Gary Moore, Shapes of things (Live Version 1984 "We Want Moore")


Shapes of things before my eyes
Just teach me to dispise.
Will time make man more wise?

Here, within my lonely frame.
My eyes just hurt my brain.
But will it seem the same?

Come tomorrow, will I be older?
Come tomorrow, maybe a soldier?
Come tomorrow, will I be bolder than today?

Now, the trees are almost green.
But will they still be seen
When time and tide have been?

Soon, I hope that I will find
Thoughts deep within my mind
That won't disgrace my kind.

Come tomorrow, will I be older?
Come tomorrow, maybe a soldier?
Come tomorrow, will I be bolder than today?

Shapes of things before my eyes
Just teach me to dispise.
Will time make man more wise?



Grüße aus der Südostheide
Kadele
 
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Saffetti schrieb:
...so richtig ab gehe ich mit "Middle of the Road"! (...) ..leider finde ich gerade kein Foto, das diesem Anspruch gerecht wird.
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Pour Saffetti...

Chirpy Chirpy Cheep Cheep (Middle Of The Road)

Where's your momma gone,
Where's your momma gone,
Little baby Don,
Little baby Don.
Where's your poppa gone,
Where's your poppa gone.
Far far away,
Far far away.

Last night I heard my momma singin' a song:
Ooh wee, Chirpy Chirpy Cheep Cheep.
Woke up this mornin' and my momma was gone
Ooh wee, Chirpy Chirpy Cheep Cheep.
Chirpy Chirpy Cheep Cheep Chirp.


 
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Du hast also tatsächlich wegen eines Bildes einen kleinen harmlosen blauen Stoffhasen hinterrücks gemeuchelt bzw vom Bus überfahren lassen.

Soso.

Ich meine - das mit den Stühlen, das ging ja. War ein interessante Phase in der Entwicklung des Comabirdismus.


Aber tote Stoffhasen ... ??



Gruß,
Bernd
 
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Ach so ...

Dann würde ich sagen:


Nicht fragen


...



schubsen!



Bernd
 
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Ok, dann mal weg von toten Hasen und widerporstigen Mädels ...

Down To The Sea / Robert Plant

Carry me down to the sea
Carry me down where they're waiting for me
That's where I want to be - that's where it all comes around
Watching the ships pass by me
Friendships and small ships and hardships and dreams
That's where I want to be - here where it all comes around
Oh, my head is in the sand
All my life passin' by

All of my days I have seen
All of the tears and the laughter and dreams
Movin' before me - waves and the ocean and sea
Life is a big tambourine
The more that you shake it the better it seems
This is my wisdom - these are just words from the sea
Oh my head is in the sand
All my days passin' by

When I get older - settling down
Would you come down to the sea

Carry me down to the sea again
Carry me down to the sea again



(Pano aus 3 Bildern)


Greetz,
Bernd
 
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.
Forget About The Future ( STING)



​

I know we got some history
We got some issues that we need to solve
But is it really such a mystery?
It's just the way that the world evolves
Let me ask your forgiveness baby
My heart is ever full of sorrow
We got to move into the future maybe
And think about a new tomorrow

She said you know I used to love you baby
But you're thinking way too fast
So forget about the future
And let's get on with the past

So they called a 'nited nations summit
To negotiate for peace on earth
And it may be idealistic baby
But I know what peace of mind is worth
Everybody aired their grievances
And they threw away the suture
They opened up all the wounds of the past
As they failed to find their way to the future

They said we'd better check the weather chart
Before we tie our colors to this mast
It's just too hard thinking about the future baby
So let's just get on with the past

She said we'd better check the horoscope honey
Just in case this feeling wasn't meant to last
It's just too hard thinking about the future
So let's just get on with the past

How many times you ever hear me say
I'm as flawed as any other human being?
There simply has to be a different way
 
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Ich hab kurz überlegt, ob ich Chirpy Chirpy Cheep Cheep noch toppen soll
mit Wolfgang Petrys Der Himmel brennt, aber hab mich dann doch
für die Musik entschieden.

Burnin' Sky / Bad Company

The sky is burnin' I believe my soul's on fire,
You are, I'm learning, the key to my desire.

Waiting for the van to arrive,
The prisoners were lined
up outside.
Jumped a wall, hitcheda ride, and
now I'm here
to say;
Love you, baby, anyway, oh, yeah.
The sky is burnin' I believe my soul is on fire,
You are, I'm learning, the key to my desire.

Ran across the country fields,
In all terrain, they had guns and dogs and everything.
Swam a river try'n to lose my trail,
But they caught me, under the bridge. Oh yeah!

The sky is burnin' I believe my soul's on fire,
You are, I'm learning, the key to my desire.

Oh, yeah.

The sky is burnin' I believe my soul's on fire,
You are, I am learning, the key to my desire.

The judge said, 'this man's a danger to humanity,
We're gonna lock him up and throw away the key'
Now, baby, your love has sent me to jail
But I'd rather die than see you with another man

It's burnin' baby, mm, mm; I believe my souls on fire

I believe my souls on fire,
Working on the railroad, every day
But they can't keep me here
And I'm not gonna stay
I got to get outta this place
I'll see you, baby.

It's burnin', yeah, it's burnin'.
I believe my souls on fire,
Keep on burnin',
Ah, yeah, yeah, ah, oh, oho. Keep on burnin'

 
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Sting - Fields of gold

You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in the fields of gold

So she took her love
For to gaze awhile
Upon the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold

Will you stay with me, will you be my love
Among the fields of barley
We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we lie in the fields of gold

See the west wind move like a lover so
Upon the fields of barley
Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth
Among the fields of gold
I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that I've broken
But I swear in the days still left
We'll walk in the fields of gold
We'll walk in the fields of gold

Many years have passed since those summer days
Among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down
Among the fields of gold
You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in the fields of gold
When we walked in the fields of gold
When we walked in the fields of gold

 
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Inxs
the stairs

...
The echoes of a life
The fragments and the accidents
Separated by incidents
Listened to by the walls
We share the same spaces
Repeated in the corridors
Performing the same movements
Storey to storey



We pass each other on the stairs
Listened to by the walls
We share the same spaces
Repeated in the corridors
Performing the same movements
The nature of your tragedy
Is chained around your neck
Do you lead or are you led
Are U sure that you don't care
There are reasons here to give your life
And follow in your way
The passion lives to keep your faith
Though all are different all are great
Climbing as we fall
We dare to hold on to our fate
And steal away our destiny
To catch ourselves with quiet grace
Storey to storey
Building to building
Street to street
We pass each other on the stairs
...
1991
​
 
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Jock-l schrieb:
... und wo, meinst Du, endet das ?
(Tolle Worterfindung :up
Zum Vergrößern anklicken....

Die Bezeichnung ist nicht von mir. Und wo das endet? Ich hoffe gar nicht - außer in der Weiterentwicklung neuer Stilarten.

Der Umstand, dass ich hier gelegentlich die Möglichkeit habe, einen abgehoben-losgelösten Cafehaus-Kunstkritiker zu persiflieren begründet sich in der Tatsache, dass in diesem Forum viele unterschiedliche Stile, Sichtweisen und Interpretationsperspektiven zu beobachten sind, die meiner Meinung nach wesentlich interessanter und ansprechender sind, als das, was einem in mehr oder minder etablierten Foto-Magazinen als neuester Trend verkauft wird.

Wenn ich Zeit habe, werde ich natürlich mal das Standardwerk über die photographischen Stilrichtungen des nf-f schreiben und hier für unglaublich viel Kohle verscheuern.

Geplante Kapitel:
- Der Comabirdismus und seine Spielarten
- der monoduolistische Existenzialismus
- der saffettistische Subjektivismus
- der sam'sche Minimalismus

Und das ist nicht abschließend. Ich hab auch noch andere im Auge.

So, und jetzt wieder zum Thema. Ich hab bloß selber im Moment nichts Gescheites, aber das wird schon wieder.

Gruß,
Bernd
 
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The morning is dead
And the day is, too
There's nothing left here to meet me
But the velvet moon
All my loneliness I have felt today
It's a little more than enough
To make a man throw himself away

And I continue
To burn the midnight lamp

Alone

Now the smiling portrait of you
Is still hangin' on my frowning wall
It really doesn't, really doesn't bother me too much at all
It's just the ever falling dust
That makes it so hard for me to see
That forgotten earring layin' on the floor
Facing coldly towards the door

I continue
To burn the midnight lamp
Lord, alone

Loneliness is such a drag

So here I sit to face
That same old fire place
Gettin' ready for the same old explosion
Goin' through my mind
And soon enough time will tell,
About the circus in the wishing well
And someone who will buy and sell for me
Someone to toll my bell

But I continue
To burn the midnight lamp
Lord, alone
Darlin' can't ya hear me callin' you?
So lonely
Gonna have to blow my mind
Lonely



​

burning of the midnight lamp - jimi hendrix experience

gruß
klaus
 
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comabird schrieb:
Ja ja, dieser Thread leidet schon unter heftiger Überalterung...
Zum Vergrößern anklicken....

guten morgen david,

ist alles relativ (tief)

die mukke lagert auf compactcassette in irgend'nem kartong im keller, surrt mir aber grade im ohr und den fred guck ich mir praktisch täglich an.

so gesehen also alles frisch, relatief ;-))

gruß
klaus
 
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