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Hole - Malibu
Crash and burn
All the stars explode tonight
How'd you get so desperate
How'd you stay alive
Help me please
Burn the sorrow from your eyes
Oh, come on be alive again
Don't lay down and die
Hey, hey
You know what to do
Oh, baby, drive away, from Malibu
Get well soon
Please don't go any higher
How are you so burnt when
You're barely on fire
Cry to the angels
I'm gonna rescue you
I'm gonna set you free tonight, baby
Pour over me
Hey, hey
We're all watching you
Oh, baby, fly away, to Malibu
Cry to the angels
And let them swallow you
Go and part the sea, yeah, in Malibu
And the sun goes down
I watch you slip away
And the sun goes down
I walk into the waves
And the sun goes down
I watch you slip away
And I would
And I knew
Love would tear you apart
Oh and I knew
The darkest secret of your heart
Hey, hey
I'm gonna follow you
Oh baby, fly away, yeah, to Malibu
Oceans of angels
Oceans of stars
Down by the sea is where you
Drown your scars
I can't be near you
The light just radiates
I can't be near you
The light just radiates
Viele Grüße
Martin
Crash and burn
All the stars explode tonight
How'd you get so desperate
How'd you stay alive
Help me please
Burn the sorrow from your eyes
Oh, come on be alive again
Don't lay down and die
Hey, hey
You know what to do
Oh, baby, drive away, from Malibu
Get well soon
Please don't go any higher
How are you so burnt when
You're barely on fire
Cry to the angels
I'm gonna rescue you
I'm gonna set you free tonight, baby
Pour over me
Hey, hey
We're all watching you
Oh, baby, fly away, to Malibu
Cry to the angels
And let them swallow you
Go and part the sea, yeah, in Malibu
And the sun goes down
I watch you slip away
And the sun goes down
I walk into the waves
And the sun goes down
I watch you slip away
And I would
And I knew
Love would tear you apart
Oh and I knew
The darkest secret of your heart
Hey, hey
I'm gonna follow you
Oh baby, fly away, yeah, to Malibu
Oceans of angels
Oceans of stars
Down by the sea is where you
Drown your scars
I can't be near you
The light just radiates
I can't be near you
The light just radiates
Viele Grüße
Martin
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Weiter mit einem Blues.
The Rolling Stones / Love in Vain
Well, I followed her to the station with a suitcase in my hand,
Yeah, I followed her to the station with a suitcase in my hand,
Well, its hard to tell, its hard to tell, but all true loves in vain.
When the train come in the station I looked her in the eye,
Well, the train come in the station I looked her in the eye,
Well, I felt so sad and lonesome that I could not help but cry.
When the train left the station, it had two lights on behind,
Yeah, the train left the station, it had two lights on behind,
Yeah, the train left the station, it had two lights on behind,
Well, the blue light was my baby and the red light was my mind.
All my loves in vain.
All, all my loves in vain.
The Rolling Stones / Love in Vain
Well, I followed her to the station with a suitcase in my hand,
Yeah, I followed her to the station with a suitcase in my hand,
Well, its hard to tell, its hard to tell, but all true loves in vain.
When the train come in the station I looked her in the eye,
Well, the train come in the station I looked her in the eye,
Well, I felt so sad and lonesome that I could not help but cry.
When the train left the station, it had two lights on behind,
Yeah, the train left the station, it had two lights on behind,
Yeah, the train left the station, it had two lights on behind,
Well, the blue light was my baby and the red light was my mind.
All my loves in vain.
All, all my loves in vain.
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Junkyard Blues (Deep Purple)
One of a dozen covered with stains
Blistered and stinking was all that remained.
Cannibalised machines, mysterious bones
Unwanted contents of anonymous homes.
Those junkyard blues sound familiar.
Take me back
Always remind me of home.
Mangy old dog scratching in the dust
Burned out Mercedes surrendering to rust.
All this stuff was good for something
But here it is now, good for nothing.
One of a dozen covered with stains
Blistered and stinking was all that remained.
Cannibalised machines, mysterious bones
Unwanted contents of anonymous homes.
Those junkyard blues sound familiar.
Take me back
Always remind me of home.
Mangy old dog scratching in the dust
Burned out Mercedes surrendering to rust.
All this stuff was good for something
But here it is now, good for nothing.
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Mal was ganz aktuelles 
Die Ärzte - Lasse Reden
Hast du etwas getan, was sonst keiner tut?
Hast du hohe Schuhe oder gar einen Hut?
Oder hast du etwa ein zu kurzes Kleid getragen,
ohne vorher deinen Nachbarn um Erlaubnis zu fragen?
Jetzt wirst du natürlich mit Verachtung gestraft,
bist eine Schande für die ganze Nachbarschaft.
Du weißt noch nicht einmal genau wie sie heißen,
während sie sich über dich schon ihre Mäuler zerreißen.
Lass die Leute reden und hör ihnen nicht zu.
Die meisten Leute haben ja nichts Besseres zu tun.
Lass die Leute reden bei Tag und auch bei Nacht.
Lass die Leute reden, das haben die immer schon gemacht.
Die Ärzte - Lasse Reden
Hast du etwas getan, was sonst keiner tut?
Hast du hohe Schuhe oder gar einen Hut?
Oder hast du etwa ein zu kurzes Kleid getragen,
ohne vorher deinen Nachbarn um Erlaubnis zu fragen?
Jetzt wirst du natürlich mit Verachtung gestraft,
bist eine Schande für die ganze Nachbarschaft.
Du weißt noch nicht einmal genau wie sie heißen,
während sie sich über dich schon ihre Mäuler zerreißen.
Lass die Leute reden und hör ihnen nicht zu.
Die meisten Leute haben ja nichts Besseres zu tun.
Lass die Leute reden bei Tag und auch bei Nacht.
Lass die Leute reden, das haben die immer schon gemacht.
Kommentar
Fairground (Simply Red)
Driving down an endless road
Taking friends or moving alone
Pleasure at the fairground on the way
Its always friends that feel so good
Lets make amends like all good men should
Pleasure at the fairground on the way
Walk around be free and roam
Theres always someone leaving alone
Pleasure at the fairground on the way
And I love the thought of coming home to you
Even if I know we cant make it
I love the thought of giving hope to you
Just a little ray of light shining through
Love can bend and breathe alone
Until the end it finds you a home
Dont care what the people may say
Its always friends that feel so good
Lets make amends like all good men should
Pleasure at the fairground on the way
And I love the thought of coming home to you
Even if I know we cant make it
I love the thought of giving hope to you
Just a little ray of light shining through
Cheers,
Bernd
Driving down an endless road
Taking friends or moving alone
Pleasure at the fairground on the way
Its always friends that feel so good
Lets make amends like all good men should
Pleasure at the fairground on the way
Walk around be free and roam
Theres always someone leaving alone
Pleasure at the fairground on the way
And I love the thought of coming home to you
Even if I know we cant make it
I love the thought of giving hope to you
Just a little ray of light shining through
Love can bend and breathe alone
Until the end it finds you a home
Dont care what the people may say
Its always friends that feel so good
Lets make amends like all good men should
Pleasure at the fairground on the way
And I love the thought of coming home to you
Even if I know we cant make it
I love the thought of giving hope to you
Just a little ray of light shining through
Cheers,
Bernd
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Shout! (shout!)
Count on me I'm gonna win The Race
Count on me I'm gonna win The Race
Room-dah-bee-boom the whippering dong
Room-dah-bee-boom the whippering dong
Now shut the door keep down to south
Shut the door keep down to south
Shut the door keep down to south
Not any track is turning but The Race is in my head
I'm attacking the illusion but the stopping drives me mad
Time is running out and the illusion fades away
Time is running out another day is on its way
Another sun was shining and he knew he wasn't great
He didn't ever talk about he knew he couldn't wait
Are you ever gonna push me let me run and let me do
I need it and I'm ready and I haven't got a clue
Not any track is turning but The Race is in my head
I'm attacking the illusion but the stopping drives me mad
Fire away!
This is The Race!
Why?
Burn!
Shout!
Lies!
Give me The Race!
Count on me I'm gonna win The Race
Count on me I'm gonna win The Race
Room-dah-bee-boom the whippering dong
Room-dah-bee-boom the whippering dong
Now shut the door keep down to south
Shut the door keep down to south
Shut the door keep down to south
Not any track is turning but The Race is in my head
I'm attacking the illusion but the stopping drives me mad
Time is running out and the illusion fades away
Time is running out another day is on its way
Another sun was shining and he knew he wasn't great
He didn't ever talk about he knew he couldn't wait
Are you ever gonna push me let me run and let me do
I need it and I'm ready and I haven't got a clue
Not any track is turning but The Race is in my head
I'm attacking the illusion but the stopping drives me mad
Fire away!
This is The Race!
Why?
Burn!
Shout!
Lies!
Give me The Race!
Kommentar
War mein erstes Auto vor fast 30 Jahren, ein schwarzer Mini.
Mit Grausen denk ich noch an die englischen Zoll-Maße.
Der hat sich damals mit ´ner Laterne angelegt.
Mein erster, und einziger, Unfall. Dafür aber totaler Crash.
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War mein erstes Auto, vor fast 30 Jahren, ein roter Mini mit weissem Dach.
Ich hab den zwar nicht zerlegt, fand es aber ziemlich bedenklich, dass man mit ein wenig Training und gelenkigen Zehen, die Scheinwerferbirnen während der Fahrt wechseln konnte... und hab ihn gegen einen Spitfire getauscht...
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War mein erstes Auto, vor fast 30 Jahren, ein roter Mini mit weissem Dach.
Ich hab den zwar nicht zerlegt, fand es aber ziemlich bedenklich, dass man mit ein wenig Training und gelenkigen Zehen, die Scheinwerferbirnen während der Fahrt wechseln konnte... und hab ihn gegen einen Spitfire getauscht...
Stell dir vor, David, einen Spitfire hatte ich nie
:Bei meinem Mini hat sich irgendwann beim Ölwechsel das Gewinde der Ölablassschraube, schreibt man das jetzt so ?, mit herausgedreht.
Wir haben aus der Not heraus dann einfach einen Kunststoff-Sektkorken reingehauen. Hat bis zum Crash gehalten
Nicht gelogen.
Kommentar
Glaub ich. Ich hatte als erstes Auto 'nen Fiat Panda. Da wäre der Kunstoffkorken das bei weitem haltbarste Teil gewesen ... Ich hab auch noch ein Bild von der Kiste, muss es aber erst mal finden und scannen ...
Aber nun weiter im Programm:
Tom Waits / Downtown
[...]
it's the cool of the evening the sun's goin' down, i want to hold you in my
arms i want to push you around, i want to break your bottle and spill out all
your charms, come on baby we'll set off all the burglar alarms, goin' downtown
down downtown.
[...]
Have Fun!
Bernd
Ich hab auch noch ein Bild von der Kiste, muss es aber erst mal finden und scannen ... Aber nun weiter im Programm:
Tom Waits / Downtown
[...]
it's the cool of the evening the sun's goin' down, i want to hold you in my
arms i want to push you around, i want to break your bottle and spill out all
your charms, come on baby we'll set off all the burglar alarms, goin' downtown
down downtown.
[...]
Have Fun!
Bernd
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Auch 'mal wieder...
The Cure - A Forest
Come closer and see
See into the trees
Find the girl
While you can
Come closer and see
See into the dark
Just follow your eyes
Just follow your eyes
I hear her voice
Calling my name
The sound is deep
In the dark
I hear her voice
And start to run
Into the trees
Into the trees
Into the trees
Suddenly I stop
But I know it's too late
I'm lost in a forest
All alone
The girl was never there
It's always the same
I'm running towards nothing
Again and again and again
The Cure - A Forest
Come closer and see
See into the trees
Find the girl
While you can
Come closer and see
See into the dark
Just follow your eyes
Just follow your eyes
I hear her voice
Calling my name
The sound is deep
In the dark
I hear her voice
And start to run
Into the trees
Into the trees
Into the trees
Suddenly I stop
But I know it's too late
I'm lost in a forest
All alone
The girl was never there
It's always the same
I'm running towards nothing
Again and again and again
Kommentar
Hey, das Lied kenne ich ja mal!
Obwohl, ich kannte bisher nur die Version von Blank & Jones. Die Originale hab' ich mir gerade bei youtube angeschaut. Auch nicht schlecht. Wobei der Sänger ja aussieht, wie auf Drogen...
Nicht böse sein, war wirklich mein erster Eindruck.VG
Jens (der immernoch nach einem neuen Bild+Lied sucht)
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Gerade frisch drüber gestolpert...
Be Yourself (Audioslave)
Even when you've paid enough
Been pulled apart or been held up.
With every single memory of
The good or bad, faces of luck.
Don't lose any sleep tonight
I'm sure everything will end up alright.
You may win or lose.
But to be yourself is all that you can do.
To be yourself is all that you can do.
Be Yourself (Audioslave)
Even when you've paid enough
Been pulled apart or been held up.
With every single memory of
The good or bad, faces of luck.
Don't lose any sleep tonight
I'm sure everything will end up alright.
You may win or lose.
But to be yourself is all that you can do.
To be yourself is all that you can do.
Kommentar
Hey, das Lied kenne ich ja mal!
VG
Jens (der immernoch nach einem neuen Bild+Lied sucht)
Okay, da Du offensichtlich noch zu jung dafür bist: etwas Nachhilfe...
The Cure - Lullaby
on candystripe legs the spiderman comes
softly through the shadow of the evening sun
stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead
looking for the victim shivering in bed
searching out fear in the gathering gloom and
suddenly!
a movement in the corner of the room!
and there is nothing i can do
when i realise with fright
that the spiderman is having me for dinner tonight!
quietly he laughs and shaking his head
creeps closer now
closer to the foot of the bed
and softer than shadow and quicker than flies
his arms are all around me and his tongue in my eyes
"be still be calm be quiet now my precious boy
don't struggle like that or i will only love you more
for it's much too late to get away or turn on the light
the spiderman is having you for dinner tonight"
and i feel like i'm being eaten
by a thousand million shivering furry holes
and i know that in the morning i will wake up
in the shivering cold
and the spiderman is always hungry...
Kommentar
Mütterlein (Nico)
Liebes kleines Mütterlein,
Nun darf ich endlich bei dir sein.
Die Sehnsucht und die Einsamkeit,
Erlösen sich in Seligkeit.
Die Wiege ist dein Heimatkleid,
Ein Schweben deine Herrlichkeit.
In Wonne wandelt dein Herzeleid
Und greift in die siegende Flut hinein.
Christa Päffgen 1938 - 1988
Liebes kleines Mütterlein,
Nun darf ich endlich bei dir sein.
Die Sehnsucht und die Einsamkeit,
Erlösen sich in Seligkeit.
Die Wiege ist dein Heimatkleid,
Ein Schweben deine Herrlichkeit.
In Wonne wandelt dein Herzeleid
Und greift in die siegende Flut hinein.
Christa Päffgen 1938 - 1988
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Lyrics: Hotel Hobbies
....copyright by Fish....
Hotel hobbies padding dawns hollow corridors
Bell boys checking out the hookers in the bar
Slug-like fingers trace the star-spangled clouds of cocaine on the mirror
The short straw took its bow
The tell tale tocking of the last cigarette
Marking time in the packet as the whisky sweat
Lies like discarded armour on an unmade bed
And a familiar craving is crawling in his head
And the only sign of life is the ticking of the pen
Introducing characters to memories like old friends
Frantic as a cardiograph scratching out the lines
A fever of confession a catalogue of crime in happy hour
Do you cry in happy hour, do you hide in happy hour,
The pilgrimage to happy hour
New shadows tugging at the corner of his eye
Jostling for attention as the sunlight flares
Through a curtains tear, shuffling its beams
As if in nervous anticipation of another day
....copyright by Fish....
Hotel hobbies padding dawns hollow corridors
Bell boys checking out the hookers in the bar
Slug-like fingers trace the star-spangled clouds of cocaine on the mirror
The short straw took its bow
The tell tale tocking of the last cigarette
Marking time in the packet as the whisky sweat
Lies like discarded armour on an unmade bed
And a familiar craving is crawling in his head
And the only sign of life is the ticking of the pen
Introducing characters to memories like old friends
Frantic as a cardiograph scratching out the lines
A fever of confession a catalogue of crime in happy hour
Do you cry in happy hour, do you hide in happy hour,
The pilgrimage to happy hour
New shadows tugging at the corner of his eye
Jostling for attention as the sunlight flares
Through a curtains tear, shuffling its beams
As if in nervous anticipation of another day
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