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Naidoo
Ich konnte es nicht glauben,
mein Verstand war nicht rein,
dann hob ich meine augen,
doch mein Verstand war noch zu klein
dann gabst du mir Einsicht,
von deiner Weisheit nur ein Stück
Dass dieses Kartenhaus nur einbricht,
wird für mich zum Glück

Leg den Himmel über Deutschland
und auf das Glück, das ich erneut fand
Was du verbargst in deiner Hand
Den Himmel über Deutschland
du legst Feuer an den Goldrand
Die ganze Welt steht bald in Brand
Ich geb mein Herz in deine Hand......

 
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Wrong Side Of Town (BBM - Baker, Bruce, Moore)

You've heard it said, I taught the bird to fly.
One kiss from me and some can't say goodbye.
The place you'll find me when the sun goes down,
After hours, on the wrong side of town.

How many faces will I change today?
Take them to places where the shadows play.
That's where you'll find me when the sun goes down,
After hours, on the wrong side of town.


 
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Morgenrot

Ich brauche Strom, Strom, Hanni oh Hanni, den Saft aus der Dose.
Wir brauchen Strom, Strom, Hanni oh Hanni, den Saft aus der Dose.

Er kriecht und fließt, der saubere Strom,
er wechselt und dreht sich,
der kernige Strom bringt dich nach Ohm.
Wenn die Sicherung aus der Fassung ist,
der Aktionär im Bunker Ratten frißt.

Dann braucht er Strom, Strom, Hanni oh Hanni,
den Saft aus der Dose.
Dann braucht er Strom, Strom, Hanni oh Hanni,
den Saft aus der Dose.

Selbst der Papst in Rom braucht Strom,
laß uns morgen Kerne spalten, Hanni,
und den Dreck, den buddeln wir weg,
ganz tief, nachts, bei Schmidts im Garten.

Ich brauche Strom, Strom, Hanni oh Hanni, den Saft aus der Dose......

 
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Ich schon wieder, mit einem Republishing. :winkgrin:
Nachdem ich mir heute endlich die CD von Peter Fox besorgt habe, und ich folglich so Rap-mäßig beeinflusst bin, ein Text von der HH-Live-Funk- Machine.

Jan Delay - Mercedes Dance

Ich mag die Haltung vom Punk und den Style vom Jazz
Ich mag die Bässe von Raggae und die Beats vom Rap
Und daraus hat euch das flashige Fliegengewicht
Derbe Lieder gestrickt und dafür lieben sie mich
Denn sie wissen: Ich bring die Platten die was bedeuten
Die euch ein Leben lang begleiten wie gute Freunde...

Yeah, come on, und schüttel den Speck !!




Schönes Wochenende :up:
 
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Evening Over Rooftops (Edgar Broughton Band)

The air was thick like honey
Looking from a room
The room had open windows
To let this springtime through

Evening stood by watchin'
At the side of summer's promise.
The flowers in her garden
Were the envy of her friends.

How far are we from dying
Is it nearly at an end?
How far are we from dying
Is it nearly at an end?

The smoke hung on the skyline.
The city fell in silence.
The sunset, ripe and mellow
Was the light to write some thoughts by.

How far are we from dying
Is it nearly at an end?
How far are we from dying
Is it nearly at an end?


 
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Hallo ,

mir fällt dazu jeweils George Thorogood und John Lee Hooker mit




"One Burbon, One Scotch, One Beer" ein.


Wer den Rest der hörenswerten (langen) Geschichte wissen möchte, bitte selbst raussuchen oder bei einem bekannten Link ggf. anhören:

One bourbon, one scotch, one beerGeorge Thorogood

Wanna tell you a story,
About the house-man blues
I come home one Friday,
Had to tell the landlady I'd-a lost my job
She said that don't confront me,
Long as I get my money next Friday
Now next Friday come I didn't get the rent,
And out the door I went

So I goes to the landlady,
I said, "You let me slide?"
I'll have the rent for you in a month.
Next I don't know
So said let me slide it on you know people,
I notice when I come home in the evening
She ain't got nothing nice to say to me,
But for five year she was so nice
Loh' she was lovy-dovy,
I come home one particular evening
The landlady said, "You got the rent money yet?",
I said, "No, can't find no job"
Therefore I ain't got no money to pay the rent
She said "I don't believe you're tryin' to find no job"
Said "I seen you today you was standin' on a corner,
Leaning up against a post"
I said "But I'm tired, I've been walkin' all day"
She said "That don't confront me,
Long as I get my money next Friday"
Now next Friday come I didn't have the rent,
And out the door I went....

Aber ... der eher minimalistische Song von Hoocker ist mind. genauso lesens- bzw. hörenswert:

One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer

John Lee Hooker

One bourbon, one scotch, and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, and one beer
Hey mister bartender come here
I want another drink and I want it now
My baby she gone, she been gone two night
I ain't seen my baby since night before last
One bourbon, one scotch, and one beer......





Wolfgang
 
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schätzelein schrieb:
Soviel Begeisterung muss sein.
Zum Vergrößern anklicken....

Pas de problème, Mäg!


Colour Of Your Dreams (Carole King)

Live in the colour of your dreams,
Know everything you see is not quite what it seems.
Take everything you have to give.
If you believe it, you can make it what you want to
All you gotta do is say you will.

Go for the vision in your mind,
Throw all your doubt away, just leave it all behind.
You are the owner of the game
Nothing will ever be the same once you have played it.
You know you're gonna win if you just say you will.

So dream of the day when you will fly
And let the wings of your destiny carry you through the sky.
Take everything you have to give
If you believe it, you can make it what you want to
And be living in the colour of your dreams.


 
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JOHNNY CYMBAL: MR BASS MAN


(Bop-bop-bop singing by bass voice)
Mr. Bass Man, you've got that certain somethin'
Mr. Bass Man, you set that music thumpin'
To you it's easy when you go 1-2-3, d-d-b-bop-a-bop
(Bass voice: You mean b-b-BOP-p-p-bop bop bop...)
Yeah!

Mr. Bass Man, you're on all the songs
B-did-did-a-boom-boom, B-dit-dit-a-boom-boom-bom
Hey Mr. Bass Man, you're the hidden King of Rock 'n' Roll, d-d-b-bop-a-bop
(Bass voice: No no, b-b-BOP-p-p-bop bop bop...)

It don't mean a thing when the lead is singin'
Or when he goes "Hi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yah"
Hey Mr. Bass Man, I'm askin' just one thing:
Will you teach me? Yeah, will you sing?
'Cause Mr. Bass Man, I wanna be a bass man too, d-d-b-bop-a-bop
(Bass voice: Try this, b-b-BOP-p-p-bop bop bop...)
Hey Mr. Bass Man, I think I'm really with it
B-did-did-a-boom-boom, a-boom-boom-b-dit-dit-dit-dit
C'mon, Mr. Bass Man, now I'm a bass man too, d-d-b-bop-a-bop

(Bass voice: That's it, b-b-BOP-p-p-bop bop bop...)

(Scat bass duet between Johnny & bass voice)
(repeat "It don't mean a thing", etc.)
(scat duet, fading out)

 
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Moin!

Hell's Half Acre (Robbie Robertson)

It's way up in the Black Hills where we come from
There's a girl and she warned me don't pick up that gun
By the law of the land
By the promise that might is right
She would hold me and cry - don't you go off and fight

Somebody knocking at my door
Oh, I been called to war
Say goodbye to Tobacco Road
Wear my colors, call my brothers
For my country I'll go

Down on Hell's Half Acre
Shakin' with fever
Rumble in the jungle
Down on Hell's Half Acre

She wrote me a letter and said what have they done
Placed a crown of thorns an this native son
Oh, maybe they're right, but maybe they're wrong
But what can I do, you're not here you're gone

Something in the air is much too yuiet
Hear my heartbeat
The storms that rages from within
Three times thunder, blood runs cold
Got this wound on my soul

Down on Hell's Half Acre
Walking on fire
We got trouble in the wasteland
Down on Hell's Half Acre

Back in the land where buffalo roam
Is this place that I called home
She said you've changed, you're not the same
Clouds of napalm and the opium
The damage was already done

Down on Hell's Half Acre
Shakin' with fever
Rumble in the jungle
Down on Hell's Half Acre

Down on Hell's Half Acre
Walking on fire
We got trouble in the wasteland
Down on Hell's Half Acre



Cheers,
Bernd
 
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Nobody knows where you are
How near or how far
Shine on you crazy diamond
Pile on many more layers
And I'll be joining you there
Shine on you crazy diamond
And we'll bask in the shadow
Of yesterday's triumph
Sail on the steel breeze
Come on you boy child
You winner and loser
Come on you miner for truth and delusion
And shine


pink floyd - shine on you crazy diamond
 
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Roxanne
You don't have to put on the red light
Those days are over
You don't have to sell your body to the night

Roxanne
You don't have to wear that dress tonight
Walk the streets for money
You don't care if it's wrong or if it's right

Roxanne
You don't have to put on the red light

I loved you since I knew you
I wouldn't talk down to you
I have to tell you just how I feel
I won't share you with another boy
I know my mind is made up
So put away your make up
Told you once I won't tell you again

It's a crime the way
Roxanne
You don't have to put on the red light
Roxanne
You don't have to put on the red light



roxanne - the police


gruß
klaus
 
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Holly came from miami f.l.a.
Hitch-hiked her way across the u.s.a.

Plucked her eyebrows on the way
Shaved her leg and then he was a she
She says, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side
Said, hey honey, take a walk on the wild side

Candy came from out on the island
In the backroom she was everybodys darling

But she never lost her head
Even when she was given head
She says, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side
Said, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side
And the coloured girls go

Doo, doo, doo ...

Little joe never once gave it away
Everybody had to pay and pay

A hustle here and a hustle there
New york city is the place where they said
Hey babe, take a walk on the wild side
I said hey joe, take a walk on the wild side

Sugar plum fairy came and hit the streets
Lookin for soul food and a place to eat

Went to the apollo
You should have seen him go go go
They said, hey sugar, take a walk on the wild side
I said, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side
All right, huh

Jackie is just speeding away
Thought she was james dean for a day

Then I guess she had to crash
Valium would have helped that dash
She said, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side
I said, hey honey, take a walk on the wild side
And the coloured girls say

Doo, doo, doo ...



walk on the wild side - lou reed


gruß
klaus
 
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I want a nasty little Jewish Princess
(La-la-la)
With long phony nails and a hairdo that rinses
(Wee-oo-oo)
A horny little Jewish Princess
With a garlic aroma that could level Tacoma
(FA!)
Lonely inside
Well, she can swallow my pride

I need a hairy little Jewish Princess
(La-la-la)
With a brand new nose
(Oo-ee-oo)
Who knows where it goes
I want a steamy little Jewish Princess
(KSSS!)
With over-worked gums, who squeaks when she cums
I don't want no troll
I just want a Yemenite hole

I want a darling little Jewish Princess
(La-la-la)
Who don't know shit about cooking and is arrogant looking
(Woo-eee-ooo)
A vicious little Jewish Princess
To specifically happen with a pee-pee that's snappin'
All up inside
I just want a Princess to ride

Awright, back to the top . . .
(Hi-Yo, Silver! Away!)
Everybody twist!

I want a funky little Jewish Princess
(La-la-la)
A grinder; a bumper, with a pre-moistened dumper
A brazen little Jewish Princess
(HI-YO!)
With titanic tits
(WHOAH!)
And sand-blasted zits
She can even be poor
So long as she does it with four on the floor
(Vapor-lock)

I want a dainty little Jewish Princess
(La-la-la)
With a couple of sisters who can raise a few blisters
A fragile little Jewish Princess
(HI-YO!)
With Roumanian thighs, who weasels 'n lies
For two or three nights
Won't someone send me a princess who bites
Won't someone send me a princess who bites
Won't someone send me a princess who bites
Won't someone send me a princess who bites



jewish princess - frank zappa

gruß
klaus
 
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Oil (Asian Dub Foundation)

A secret never to be told always to be sold,
Digging out the Black gold.
(We want your oil.)
Petro junkies must be fed,
Going barefoot in the head.
It's S.U.V's with warheads.
(We want your oil.)
Tearing up formalities there is no neutrality,
Welcome to reality.
(We want your oil)
Ignore treaties line by line.
Litte countries fall behind,
The lunatics will lead the blind.
(We want your oil.)


 
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