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Moin,

seit ca. 35 Jahren geht jedesmal, wenn ich unten abgebildetes Zeug benutze, diese Musik in meinem Kopf los:

Frank Zappa
Montana
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I might be movin' to Montana soon
Just to raise me up a crop of
Dental Floss

Raisin' it up
Waxin' it down
In a little white box
That I can sell uptown

By myself I wouldn't
Have no boss,
But I'd be raisin' my lonely
Dental Floss

Raisin' my lonely
Dental Floss

Well I just might grow me some beans
But I'd leave the sweet stuff
To somebody else . . . but then, on the other hand I would

Keep the wax
'N melt it down
Pluck some Floss
'N swish it aroun'

I'd have me a crop
An' it'd be on top (that's why I'm movin' to Montana)

Movin' to Montana soon
Gonna be a Dental Floss tycoon (yes I am)
Movin' to Montana soon
Gonna be a mennil-toss flykune

I'm pluckin' the ol'
Dennil Floss
That's growin' on the prairie
Pluckin' the floss!
I plucked all day an' all nite an' all
Afternoon . . .

I'm ridin' a small tiny hoss
(His name is MIGHTY LITTLE)
He's a good hoss
Even though
He's a bit dinky to strap a big saddle or
Blanket on anyway
He's a bit dinky to strap a big saddle or
Blanket on anyway
Any way

I'm pluckin' the ol'
Dennil Floss
Even if you think it is a little silly, folks
I don't care if you think it's silly, folks
I don't care if you think it's silly, folks

I'm gonna find me a horse
Just about this big,
An' ride him all along the border line

With a
Pair of heavy-duty
Zircon-encrusted tweezers in my hand
Every other wrangler would say
I was mighty grand

By myself I wouldn't
Have no boss,
But I'd be raisin' my lonely
Dental Floss

Raisin' my lonely
Dental Floss
Raisin' my lonely
Dental Floss

Well I might
Ride along the border
With my tweezers gleamin'
In the moon-lighty night

And then I'd
Get a cuppa cawfee
'N give my foot a push . . .
Just me 'n the pygmy pony
Over by the Dennil Floss Bush

'N then I might just
Jump back on
An' ride
Like a cowboy
Into the dawn to Montana

Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay)
Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay)
Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay)
Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay)
Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay)
Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay)
Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay)
Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay)
Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay)
Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay)
Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay)
Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay)

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Moin,

zum heutigen Tag der Menschenrechte:

Frank Zappa
The Torture never stops



Flies all green and buzzin'
In this dungeon of despair
Prisoners scream and
Piss they clothes
Scratch their matted hair
A tiny light from a window-hole
Hundred yards away
That all they ever get to know
'bout the regular life in the day
'bout the regular life in the day

Slime and rot and rats and snuck
Vomit on the floor
Fifty ugly soldier men
Holdin' spears by the iron door
it stinks so bad, stones are chokin'
Weepin' greenish drops
In the den where
The giant fire puffer woiks
And the torture never stops
The torture never stops, torture
The torture never stops
The torture never stops

Flies all green and buzzin'
In this dungeon of despair
An evil prince eats a steamin' pig
In a tumbers right near there
In the chambers right near there
He eats de snouts an trotters first!
The loins and the groins are then dispersed
His carvin style is well rehearsed
He stands and shouts
All men be cursed (4x)
And disagree it, well no one durst
He the best of cause of all the woist
Best of cause of all the woist

He stinks so bad his stones been chokin'
Weepin' greenish drops
In the room with the iron maiden
And the torture never stops, torture
Torture never stops
Torture never stops, torture
Torture never stops

Flies all green and buzzin'
In dungeon of despair
Who are'll those people
That is shut away down there
Are they crazy
Are they sainted
Are they heroes someone painted
Someone painted
Are they -isms
Later ornated
Once they come they have been tainted
Once they come they have been tainted
Never been explained
Since at first it was created
But a dungeon and his kin'
Require naught but lockin' in
Of any anything thats been
Could be a her but it's probly a him
Could be a her but it's probly a him
Its what's the deal were dealin' in
Its what's the deal were dealin' in
An he stinks so bad it's hurt
To the pearl and the piles of blast
Any dungeon have a trailer
Were the torture never stops, torture
Torture never stops
Torture never stops, torture
Torture never stops
Torture never stops, talkin' to you
Torture never stops

Ein passendes Foto habe ich nicht, ich will es auch gar nicht haben.
Ich hoffe, dass der Beitrag auch so erlaubt ist.
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Jethro Tull - Teacher

[...]

Well the dawn was coming,
heard him ringing on my bell.
He said, ``My name's the teacher,
that is what I call myself.
And I have a lesson
that I must impart to you.
It's an old expression
but I must insist it's true.
Jump up, look around,
find yourself some fun,
no sense in sitting there hating everyone.
No man's an island and his castle isn't home,
the nest is for nothing when the bird has flown.''

[...]

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Shaggy
"Hey Sexy Lady"



Hey sexy lady, I like your flow
Your body's bangin, out of controoooooool!
You put it on me (That's right) ceiling to floor
Only you can make me, scream and beg for moooooore!


Her body's callin bawlin got me crawlin up the wall and
My size ain't small it's tall and catch here comes her clothes be fallin
Her neighbor's callin bawlin all this noise is so appallin
They must believe we're brawlin headboards band till early mornin


Hey sexy lady. I like your flow
Your body's bangin, out of controoooooool!
You put it on me, ceiling to floor
Only you can make me, scream and beg for moooooore!


I was her father's choosin,performance left her snoozin
Rug burns her knees we're bruised and, she's hooked ain't no refusin

I knew it all along, she was the perfect one
She really put it on, I had to write a song


Hey sexy lady, I like your flow
Your body's bangin (Sexy Lady) out of controoooooool!
You put it on me (You know you got that figure) ceiling to floor
Only you can make me, scream and beg for moooooore!!!


Hey sexy lady you be fine drive me crazy movin on, and on, and on
Hey sexy lady you be fine drive me crazy movin on, and on, and on


Gal your extra sexy like, and you make me wanna say
And you shake you shake your thong
Gal you wicked to ras it nah
Gal I like the way how you (Flow) everytime you pass me
Gal you wiggly jiggly and (Oh) and you wicked to ras it nah


Hey sexy lady (Uh!) I like your flow
Your body's bangin, out of controoooooool!
You put it on me (Put it on me baby) ceiling to floor
Only you can make me (Only you) scream and beg for moooooore!


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"Barbie Girl" von AQUA

Hi Barbie
Hi Ken!
Do you wanna go for a ride?
Sure Ken!
Jump In...

I'm a barbie girl, in the barbie world
Life in plastic, it's fantastic!
you can brush my hair, undress me everywhere
Imagination, life is your creation
Come on Barbie, let's go party!

I'm a barbie girl, in the barbie world
Life in plastic, it's fantastic!
you can brush my hair, undress me everywhere
Imagination, life is your creation

I'm a blond bimbo girl, in the fantasy world
Dress me up, make it tight, I'm your dolly
You're my doll, rock'n'roll, feel the glamour in pink,
kiss me here, touch me there, hanky panky...
You can touch, you can play, if you say: "I'm always yours"

(uu-oooh-u)

I'm a barbie girl, in the barbie world
Life in plastic, it's fantastic!
you can brush my hair, undress me everywhere
Imagination, life is your creation

Come on Barbie, let's go party!
(Ah-ah-ah-yeah) *4

Make me walk, make me talk, do whatever you please
I can act like a star, I can beg on my knees
Come jump in, bimbo friend, let us do it again,
hit the town, fool around, let's go party
You can touch, you can play, if you say: "I'm always yours"
You can touch, you can play, if you say: "I'm always yours"

Come on Barbie, let's go party!
(Ah-ah-ah-yeah) *4

I'm a barbie girl, in the barbie world
Life in plastic, it's fantastic!
you can brush my hair, undress me everywhere
Imagination, life is your creation

I'm a barbie girl, in the barbie world
Life in plastic, it's fantastic!
you can brush my hair, undress me everywhere
Imagination, life is your creation

Come on Barbie, let's go party!
(Ah-ah-ah-yeah) *4


Oh, I'm having so much fun!
Well Barbie, we're just getting started
Oh, I love you Ken!


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iMacMoritz schrieb:
Frank Wolffs s/w-Aufnahmen begeistern mich immer wieder aufs Neue! Diese Aufnahme des jungen Herbie Hancock ziert das Cover der Blue-Note-LP "Cantaloupe Island" mit dem unvergesslichen Stück "Maiden Voyage"...
Zum Vergrößern anklicken....

Das wäre auch ein sehr schöner Beitrag für "meinen" Jazz-Thread!
http://www.nikon-fotografie.de/vbulletin/showthread.php?t=79536

Und da der von diesem Thread inspiriert wurde, gibt es nun auch hier was von mir:

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David Hidalgo, ehemals "Los Lobos", klatscht definitiv nicht zu seinem Superhit "La Bamba".

Beste Grüße,

Sven
 
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Moin,

mal etwas moderneres:

L a d y G a g a
Paparazzi
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We are the crowd, we're c-coming out
Got my flash on it's true, need that picture of you
It's so magical,
We'd be so fantastical
Leather and jeans, garage glamorous,

Not sure what it means, but this photo of us
It don't have a price, ready for those flashing lights,
'Cause you know that baby I

I'm your biggest fan I'll follow you until you love me,
Papa-paparazzi,
Baby there's no other superstar you know that i'll be your
Papa-paparazzi
Promise i'll be kind, but I won't stop until that boy is mine,
Baby you'll be famous chase you down until you love me,
Papa-paparazzi

I'll be your girl, backstage at your show,
Velvet ropes and guitars, yeah 'cause you're my rockstar,
In between the sets, eyeliner and cigarettes,
Shadow is burnt, yellow dance and we turn,
My lashes are dry, purple teardrops I cry,
It don't have a price, loving you is cherry pie
'Cause you know that baby I

I'm your biggest fan I'll follow you until you love me,
Papa-paparazzi,
Baby there's no other superstar you know that i'll be your
Papa-paparazzi
Promise i'll be kind, but i won't stop until that boy is mine,
Baby you'll be famous chase you down until you love me,
Papa-paparazzi

Real good, we dance in the studio,
Snap, snap to that shit on the radio
Don't stop, for anyone,
We're plastic but we still have fun!

I'm your biggest fan I'll follow you until you love me,
Papa-paparazzi,
Baby there's no other superstar you know that i'll be your
Papa-paparazzi
Promise i'll be kind, but i won't stop until that boy is mine,
Baby you'll be famous chase you down until you love me,
Papa-paparazzi​


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TOM WAITS - Chocolate Jesus

Don't go to church on Sunday
Don't get on my knees to pray
Don't memorize the books of the Bible
I got my own special way
I know Jesus loves me
Maybe just a little bit more
I fall down on my knees every Sunday
At Zerelda Lee's candy store
Well it's got to be a chocolate Jesus
Make me feel good inside
Got to be a chocolate Jesus
Keep me satisfied
Well I don't want no Abba Zabba
Don't want no Almond Joy
There ain't nothing better
Suitable for this boy
Well it's the only thing
That can pick me up
Better than a cup of gold
See only a chocolate Jesus
Can satisfy my soul
(Solo)
When the weather gets rough
And it's whiskey in the shade
It's best to wrap your savior
Up in cellophane
He flows like the big muddy
But that's ok
Pour him over ice cream
For a nice parfait
Well it's got to be a chocolate Jesus
Good enough for me
Got to be a chocolate Jesus
Good enough for me
Well it's got to be a chocolate Jesus
Make me feel good inside
Got to be a chocolate Jesus
Keep me satisfied
 
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phanTom-image schrieb:
kein bild zum betrachten!
kein text zum lesen!

einfach mal den klängen lauschen!
einfach mal drüber nachdenken!
Zum Vergrößern anklicken....

Hm, finde das jetzt nicht so passend einfach mal was von den Hosen reinzustellen. So ergiebig sind ihre Text nun mal nicht. Wenn schon den Post, dann auch mit Bild

Wolle schrieb:
mal etwas moderneres:
Zum Vergrößern anklicken....
Find' ich super! Wobei, ist das Bild jetzt modern :fahne: Nein, passt wirklich gut zum Lied!

VG
Jens
 
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Thomas D / Rückenwind

Siehst Du den Horizont?
Direkt überm Boden fängt der Himmel an.
Und wär' ich dort,
dann würd' ich wetten,
daß ich ihn erreichen kann.
Doch hier, hat es den Anschein,
bin ich dafür zu klein.

Also hau' ich ab mit Sack und Pack,
und pack ein paar meiner Siebensachen,
die ich hab, und dann wird mir klar,
es fehlt immer ein Stück,
doch ich mach' mir nichts draus,
setz' den Wagen zurück und bin raus.

Fahr gerade über Land, es wird grade mal hell,
spüre Freiheit im mir, denk', das geht aber schnell,
bleibe besser in mir, denn es gibt kein Zurück,
und alles was ich brauche ist mein Auto und Glück.
Ist die Anlage an, dann geht der Sound ab,
und ich rauch' die Zigarette, die ich dafür gebaut hab,
und schaut ab und zu mal einer dumm, dann nehm ich's ihm nicht krumm,
denn Thomas D. haut ab, und ich weiß ich komm rum,
und ihr schaut ab und zu mal besser eure Straße lang,
denn irgendwann komm ich an, und dann hoffe ich,
ihr wißt, was geht, und daß ihr mich versteht,
und macht was draus, denn eh' ihr euch's verseht
bin ich wieder raus.
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vorerst endet es hiermit.
viel spaß euch allen.
 
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Vic Chesnutt (* 12.11.1965, ✝ 25.12.2009)

Ein merkwürdiger Zufall, daß Vic – abgesehen von seiner beeindruckenden Persönlichkeit und großen Musikalität –
auch ein komischer Vogel war, der schließlich ins Koma fiel, aus dem er nicht mehr aufwachte.

R.I.P.

Sven
 
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