Hi Mäg!
Offenbar hast Du Deine Depri-Phase ja wieder überwunden ...
(und ich hatte mir schon Sorgen gemacht ...)
Greetz,
Bernd
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Grateful Dead - Terrapin Station
Counting stars by candlelight
all are dim but one is bright:
the spiral light of Venus
rising first and shining best,
From the northwest corner
of a brand-new crescent moon
crickets and cicadas sing
a rare and different tune
Terrapin Station
in the shadow of the moon
Terrapin Station
and I know we'll be there soon
Gruß Saffetti
Counting stars by candlelight
all are dim but one is bright:
the spiral light of Venus
rising first and shining best,
From the northwest corner
of a brand-new crescent moon
crickets and cicadas sing
a rare and different tune
Terrapin Station
in the shadow of the moon
Terrapin Station
and I know we'll be there soon
Gruß Saffetti
Kommentar
Weil ich gerade beim Irlandbilder scannen bin:
Mein absolutes irisches Lieblingslied würde dazu passen: Lasairfhiona, An Raicin Alainn
(Wenn Dir das nichts sagt - schick ne PN)
Gruß,
Bernd
Kommentar
The Pogues / Hells Ditch
Life's a bitch, then you die
Black Hell
Hell's ditch - naked howling freedom
The killer's hands are bound with chains
At six o'clock it starts to rain
He'll never see the dawn again
Our lady of the flowers
Genet's feeling Ramon's dick
The guy in the bunk above gets sick
In the cell next door the lunatic
Starts screaming for his mother
Black dildo, black hell,
As the Spanish cops ridiculed my gel
A mugshot I remember well
Little man how you have suffered
I could hear the screams from up above
If it ain't a fist it isn't love
As for our lady she kneels down
Her neck is bent, the blade comes down
Doing! There goes the breakfast bell
Back from heaven, back to hell
Naked howling freedom - Hell's Ditch
Life's a bitch, then you die
Black Hell
Hell's ditch - naked howling freedom
The killer's hands are bound with chains
At six o'clock it starts to rain
He'll never see the dawn again
Our lady of the flowers
Genet's feeling Ramon's dick
The guy in the bunk above gets sick
In the cell next door the lunatic
Starts screaming for his mother
Black dildo, black hell,
As the Spanish cops ridiculed my gel
A mugshot I remember well
Little man how you have suffered
I could hear the screams from up above
If it ain't a fist it isn't love
As for our lady she kneels down
Her neck is bent, the blade comes down
Doing! There goes the breakfast bell
Back from heaven, back to hell
Naked howling freedom - Hell's Ditch
Kommentar
Neil Young >The Old Laughing Lady <
Don't call pretty Peggy, she can't hear you no more
Don't leave no message 'round her back door.
They say the old laughing lady been here before
She don't keep time, she don't count score.
You can't have a cupboard if there ain't no wall.
You got to move there's no time left to stall.
They say the old laughing lady dropped by to call
And when she leaves, she leaves nothing at all.
See the drunkard of the village falling on the street.
Can't tell his ankles from the rest of his feet.
He loves his old laughing lady 'cause her taste is so sweet.
But his laughing lady's loving ain't the kind he can keep.
There's a fever on the freeway, blacks out the night.
There's a slipping on the stairway, just don't feel right
And there's a rumbling in the bedroom and a flashing of light
There's the old laughing lady, everything is all right.
Don't call pretty Peggy, she can't hear you no more
Don't leave no message 'round her back door.
They say the old laughing lady been here before
She don't keep time, she don't count score.
You can't have a cupboard if there ain't no wall.
You got to move there's no time left to stall.
They say the old laughing lady dropped by to call
And when she leaves, she leaves nothing at all.
See the drunkard of the village falling on the street.
Can't tell his ankles from the rest of his feet.
He loves his old laughing lady 'cause her taste is so sweet.
But his laughing lady's loving ain't the kind he can keep.
There's a fever on the freeway, blacks out the night.
There's a slipping on the stairway, just don't feel right
And there's a rumbling in the bedroom and a flashing of light
There's the old laughing lady, everything is all right.
Kommentar
>Deep Forbidden Lake<(Neil Young)
On the lake,
the deep forbidden lake,
The old boats go gliding by,
And the leaves
are falling from the trees
And landing on the logs and I
See the turtles
heading for the bog
And falling off the log.
They make the water splash,
And feeling no backlash,
They climb the happy banks.
On the boats,
the old and creaky boats,
The shoreline goes gliding by,
And the wind,
there was a dying breeze,
Is making the banners fly.
See the colors,
floating in the sky,
The pride of the captain's eye,
As he glides
His slender craft inside
And opens up the door.
On the coast,
the long and tempting coast,
The cards on the table lie,
And a speech,
so eloquent in reach,
Was made by a passerby,
Passing by the way between
Here and left behind.
And it ripples through the crowds
Who run and cast their doubts
In the deep forbidden lake.
Yes, it echoes through the crowds
Who run and cast their doubts
In the deep forbidden lake.
On the lake,
the deep forbidden lake,
The old boats go gliding by,
And the leaves
are falling from the trees
And landing on the logs and I
See the turtles
heading for the bog
And falling off the log.
They make the water splash,
And feeling no backlash,
They climb the happy banks.
On the boats,
the old and creaky boats,
The shoreline goes gliding by,
And the wind,
there was a dying breeze,
Is making the banners fly.
See the colors,
floating in the sky,
The pride of the captain's eye,
As he glides
His slender craft inside
And opens up the door.
On the coast,
the long and tempting coast,
The cards on the table lie,
And a speech,
so eloquent in reach,
Was made by a passerby,
Passing by the way between
Here and left behind.
And it ripples through the crowds
Who run and cast their doubts
In the deep forbidden lake.
Yes, it echoes through the crowds
Who run and cast their doubts
In the deep forbidden lake.
Kommentar
So, wieder mal was für die älteren Semester, die ehemals oder immer noch Langhaarigen hier im Forum:
Freebird (Lynyrd Skynyrd)
If I leave here tomorrow
Would you still remember me?
For I must be travelling on, now,
'Cause there's too many places I've got to see.
But, if I stayed here with you, girl,
Things just couldn't be the same.
'Cause I'm as free as a bird now,
And this bird you can not change.
Lord knows, I can't change.
Bye, bye, its been a sweet love.
Though this feeling I can't change.
But please don't take it badly,
'Cause Lord knows I'm to blame.
But, if I stayed here with you girl,
Things just couldn't be the same.
Cause I'm as free as a bird now,
And this bird you'll never change.
And this bird you can not change.
Lord knows, I can't change.
Lord help me, I can't change.
Freebird (Lynyrd Skynyrd)
If I leave here tomorrow
Would you still remember me?
For I must be travelling on, now,
'Cause there's too many places I've got to see.
But, if I stayed here with you, girl,
Things just couldn't be the same.
'Cause I'm as free as a bird now,
And this bird you can not change.
Lord knows, I can't change.
Bye, bye, its been a sweet love.
Though this feeling I can't change.
But please don't take it badly,
'Cause Lord knows I'm to blame.
But, if I stayed here with you girl,
Things just couldn't be the same.
Cause I'm as free as a bird now,
And this bird you'll never change.
And this bird you can not change.
Lord knows, I can't change.
Lord help me, I can't change.
Kommentar
Noch was für die alten S****
I'm Going Home (Ten Years After)
Goin' home, my baby
Goin' home, my baby
Goin' home, to see my baby
Our baby, how good
My baby, be good
I'm goin' home, my baby
Home to see my girl
Oh baby, baby, I'm coming home
Baby, baby I'm coming home
Tell me Mama, baby, I'm coming home
Gonna see my baby, see my baby fine
Gonna take my baby, wanna take my baby mine
Gonna take my woman treats me real kind
I'm goin' home, my baby
I'm goin' home, to see my baby
Goin' home, my baby
Gonna see my baby, see my baby fine
Take my baby, take my baby mine
Gonna tell your mama how good that love of ours
I'm goin' home, to see my baby
I'm goin' home, to see my baby
Oh, baby ooh
Wanna take you back, take where love belong
Treat me baby, treat, don't treat me wrong
Oh, baby, I'm rollin'
Baby, baby, I'm rollin'
Baby, baby, I'm rollin'
Won't you shake me, baby, well get you rollin' down
Won't you shake me, baby, well get you rollin' down
Oh, baby, we're gonna have some fun
Baby, please don't go, baby, please don't go
Baby, please don't go, baby, please don't go
Please don't go, she's cold, I need you
Comin' home, ooh, hey
Come on over baby, whole lotta shakin' goin' on
I'm goin' home, to see my baby
Home, to see my girl, ooh
I'm goin' home, take my baby
I'm goin' home, see my baby
Gonna take me back, I'll take her where I belong
I'm goin' home, to see my baby
I'm goin' home, to see my baby
Come on, Take me, Yeah
I'm goin' home, I'm goin' home
I'm goin' home, hey, hoo
Gonna take me back right where I belong
I'm goin' home, I'm goin' home
I'm goin' home, I'm goin' home
Hoo, hoo....., right where I belong
I'm Going Home (Ten Years After)
Goin' home, my baby
Goin' home, my baby
Goin' home, to see my baby
Our baby, how good
My baby, be good
I'm goin' home, my baby
Home to see my girl
Oh baby, baby, I'm coming home
Baby, baby I'm coming home
Tell me Mama, baby, I'm coming home
Gonna see my baby, see my baby fine
Gonna take my baby, wanna take my baby mine
Gonna take my woman treats me real kind
I'm goin' home, my baby
I'm goin' home, to see my baby
Goin' home, my baby
Gonna see my baby, see my baby fine
Take my baby, take my baby mine
Gonna tell your mama how good that love of ours
I'm goin' home, to see my baby
I'm goin' home, to see my baby
Oh, baby ooh
Wanna take you back, take where love belong
Treat me baby, treat, don't treat me wrong
Oh, baby, I'm rollin'
Baby, baby, I'm rollin'
Baby, baby, I'm rollin'
Won't you shake me, baby, well get you rollin' down
Won't you shake me, baby, well get you rollin' down
Oh, baby, we're gonna have some fun
Baby, please don't go, baby, please don't go
Baby, please don't go, baby, please don't go
Please don't go, she's cold, I need you
Comin' home, ooh, hey
Come on over baby, whole lotta shakin' goin' on
I'm goin' home, to see my baby
Home, to see my girl, ooh
I'm goin' home, take my baby
I'm goin' home, see my baby
Gonna take me back, I'll take her where I belong
I'm goin' home, to see my baby
I'm goin' home, to see my baby
Come on, Take me, Yeah
I'm goin' home, I'm goin' home
I'm goin' home, hey, hoo
Gonna take me back right where I belong
I'm goin' home, I'm goin' home
I'm goin' home, I'm goin' home
Hoo, hoo....., right where I belong
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...und hier noch ein Song,aus der Zeit,als die Rolling Stones das taten,was sie am besten konnten,den Blues zu spielen:
>The Spider and the Fly<
Sittin thinkin sinkin drinkin
Wondring what Ill do when Im through tonight
Smokin mopin maybe just hopin
Some little girl will pass on by
To wanna be alone
But I love my girl at home
I remember what she said
She said, my! my! my!
Dont tell lies!
Keep fidelity in your head!
My! my! my! dont tell lies!
When youve done your show go to bed
Dont say hi! like a spider to a fly
Jump right ahead and youre dead!
Sit up fed up low down go round
Down to the bar at the place Im at
Sittin drinkin superficially thinkin
About the rinsd out blonde on my left
And then I said hi! like a spider to a fly
Remembring what my little girl said
She was coming flirty
She lookd about thirty
I would have run away, but I was on my own
She told me later shes a machine operator
She said she liked the way I held the microphone
I said, my! my! my! like a spider to a fly
Jump right ahead in my web!
>The Spider and the Fly<
Sittin thinkin sinkin drinkin
Wondring what Ill do when Im through tonight
Smokin mopin maybe just hopin
Some little girl will pass on by
To wanna be alone
But I love my girl at home
I remember what she said
She said, my! my! my!
Dont tell lies!
Keep fidelity in your head!
My! my! my! dont tell lies!
When youve done your show go to bed
Dont say hi! like a spider to a fly
Jump right ahead and youre dead!
Sit up fed up low down go round
Down to the bar at the place Im at
Sittin drinkin superficially thinkin
About the rinsd out blonde on my left
And then I said hi! like a spider to a fly
Remembring what my little girl said
She was coming flirty
She lookd about thirty
I would have run away, but I was on my own
She told me later shes a machine operator
She said she liked the way I held the microphone
I said, my! my! my! like a spider to a fly
Jump right ahead in my web!
Kommentar
Black Sabbath / Headless Cross
Look through the people, and on through the mist
to the hill of the headless cross
Where all witches meet, on a night such as this
and the power of darkness is host
They come face to face, eye to eye, soul to soul
with and Angel that fell from the sky
Borne on the air, the screams and the wails
of the masses appointed to die
Listen for the feet as they pound the land to a tune of thunder
Watch as the legions ride again to a fate of death or torture
At the Headless Cross, at the Headless Cross
From the first evil night, when a black flash of light
cut the crucifix half to the ground
There's been no escape from the power of Satan
on a nation so brave and so proud
Listen for the feet as they pound the land to a tune of thunder
Watch as the legions ride again to a fate of death or torture
At the Headless Cross, at the Headless Cross
How do you feel, when the locks refuse the key
and the master is calling your name
Does the luck of the charm, really keep you from harm?
does the talisman protect you from pain?
Listen for the feet as they pound the land to a tune of thunder
Watch as the legions ride again to a fate of death or torture
At the Headless Cross, at the Headless Cross
From the first evil night, when a black flash of light
cut the crucifix half to the ground
There's no escaping the power of Satan
on a nation so brave and so proud
Listen for the feet as they pound the land to a tune of thunder
Watch as the legions ride again to a fate of death or torture, oh no, oh
At the Headless Cross, at the Headless Cross
At the Headless Cross, oh, at the Headless Cross
Where will you run to?
At the Headless Cross
Look, to the Headless Cross
Look through the people, and on through the mist
to the hill of the headless cross
Where all witches meet, on a night such as this
and the power of darkness is host
They come face to face, eye to eye, soul to soul
with and Angel that fell from the sky
Borne on the air, the screams and the wails
of the masses appointed to die
Listen for the feet as they pound the land to a tune of thunder
Watch as the legions ride again to a fate of death or torture
At the Headless Cross, at the Headless Cross
From the first evil night, when a black flash of light
cut the crucifix half to the ground
There's been no escape from the power of Satan
on a nation so brave and so proud
Listen for the feet as they pound the land to a tune of thunder
Watch as the legions ride again to a fate of death or torture
At the Headless Cross, at the Headless Cross
How do you feel, when the locks refuse the key
and the master is calling your name
Does the luck of the charm, really keep you from harm?
does the talisman protect you from pain?
Listen for the feet as they pound the land to a tune of thunder
Watch as the legions ride again to a fate of death or torture
At the Headless Cross, at the Headless Cross
From the first evil night, when a black flash of light
cut the crucifix half to the ground
There's no escaping the power of Satan
on a nation so brave and so proud
Listen for the feet as they pound the land to a tune of thunder
Watch as the legions ride again to a fate of death or torture, oh no, oh
At the Headless Cross, at the Headless Cross
At the Headless Cross, oh, at the Headless Cross
Where will you run to?
At the Headless Cross
Look, to the Headless Cross
Kommentar
>Boulevard Of Broken Dreams<(M.Faithfull)
I walk along the street of sorrow
The boulevard of broken dreams
Where gigolo and gigolette
Can take a kiss without regret
So they forget their broken dreams.
You laugh tonight and cry tomorrow
When you behold your shattered schemes.
And gigolo and gigolette
Wake up to find their eyes are wet
With tears that tell of broken dreams.
Here is where you’ll always find me,
Always walking up and down,
But I left my soul behind me
In an old cathedral town.
The joy that you find here, you borrow,
You cannot keep it long it seems.
But gigolo and gigolette
Still sing a song and dance along
The boulevard of broken dreams.
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da,
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da.
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da,
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da.
The joy that you find here, you borrow,
You cannot keep it long it seems.
But gigolo and gigolette
Still sing a song and dance along
The boulevard of broken dreams.
I walk along the street of sorrow
The boulevard of broken dreams
Where gigolo and gigolette
Can take a kiss without regret
So they forget their broken dreams.
You laugh tonight and cry tomorrow
When you behold your shattered schemes.
And gigolo and gigolette
Wake up to find their eyes are wet
With tears that tell of broken dreams.
Here is where you’ll always find me,
Always walking up and down,
But I left my soul behind me
In an old cathedral town.
The joy that you find here, you borrow,
You cannot keep it long it seems.
But gigolo and gigolette
Still sing a song and dance along
The boulevard of broken dreams.
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da,
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da.
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da,
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da.
The joy that you find here, you borrow,
You cannot keep it long it seems.
But gigolo and gigolette
Still sing a song and dance along
The boulevard of broken dreams.
Kommentar
"My Generation" (The Who)
People try to put us d-down (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
Just because we get around (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
Things they do look awful c-c-cold (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
I hope I die before I get old (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
This is my generation
This is my generation, baby
Why don't you all f-fade away (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
And don't try to dig what we all s-s-say (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
I'm not trying to cause a big s-s-sensation (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
I'm just talkin' 'bout my g-g-g-generation (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
This is my generation
This is my generation, baby
Why don't you all f-fade away (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
And don't try to d-dig what we all s-s-say (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
I'm not trying to cause a b-big s-s-sensation (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
I'm just talkin' 'bout my g-g-generation (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
This is my generation
This is my generation, baby
People try to put us d-down (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
Just because we g-g-get around (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
Things they do look awful c-c-cold (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
Yeah, I hope I die before I get old (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
This is my generation
This is my generation, baby
People try to put us d-down (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
Just because we get around (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
Things they do look awful c-c-cold (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
I hope I die before I get old (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
This is my generation
This is my generation, baby
Why don't you all f-fade away (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
And don't try to dig what we all s-s-say (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
I'm not trying to cause a big s-s-sensation (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
I'm just talkin' 'bout my g-g-g-generation (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
This is my generation
This is my generation, baby
Why don't you all f-fade away (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
And don't try to d-dig what we all s-s-say (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
I'm not trying to cause a b-big s-s-sensation (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
I'm just talkin' 'bout my g-g-generation (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
This is my generation
This is my generation, baby
People try to put us d-down (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
Just because we g-g-get around (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
Things they do look awful c-c-cold (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
Yeah, I hope I die before I get old (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
This is my generation
This is my generation, baby
Kommentar
Last Good Time In Town - Eagles
Well, I could stand up straight, get a real job
Stay up late with the same old mob
But it hasn't crossed my mind
Lately
Put on a suit, work downtown
Then come up when the sun goes down
No, I haven't had the time
Lately
Lately I've been stayin' at home
(Stayin' at home, stayin' at home)
Closin' the curtains, play jazz on trombone
(Jazz on trombone, jazz on trombone)
And I dream I'm on vacation
'Cause I like the way that sounds
It's a perfect occupation
For me
I don't mind being by myself
If there's no one else around
It's the last good time in town
ach so, diese Nummer ist vom letzten 2007er Doppelalbum, wenn man weiß, dass die Hälfte davon unter Country abzuhaken ist, so bleiben doch ein paar Stücke, die m.E. schlichtweg genial sind. Das erschliesst sich aber nur mit einer gewissen Affinität zu den "alten" Eagles.
Anspieltipp s.o. und "Long Road out of Eden"; hier besonders Joe Walsh an der Gitarre.
Gruß Saffetti
Well, I could stand up straight, get a real job
Stay up late with the same old mob
But it hasn't crossed my mind
Lately
Put on a suit, work downtown
Then come up when the sun goes down
No, I haven't had the time
Lately
Lately I've been stayin' at home
(Stayin' at home, stayin' at home)
Closin' the curtains, play jazz on trombone
(Jazz on trombone, jazz on trombone)
And I dream I'm on vacation
'Cause I like the way that sounds
It's a perfect occupation
For me
I don't mind being by myself
If there's no one else around
It's the last good time in town
ach so, diese Nummer ist vom letzten 2007er Doppelalbum, wenn man weiß, dass die Hälfte davon unter Country abzuhaken ist, so bleiben doch ein paar Stücke, die m.E. schlichtweg genial sind. Das erschliesst sich aber nur mit einer gewissen Affinität zu den "alten" Eagles.
Anspieltipp s.o. und "Long Road out of Eden"; hier besonders Joe Walsh an der Gitarre.
Gruß Saffetti
Kommentar
The Unknown Soldier (The Doors)
Make a grave for the unknown soldier
Nestled in your hollow shoulder,
The unknown soldier.
Breakfast where the news is read
Television children fed,
Bullet strikes the helmet's head
And, it's all over
For the unknown soldier
It's all over
For the unknown soldier
It's all over
The war is over
Well, all over, baby
All over, baby.
Make a grave for the unknown soldier
Nestled in your hollow shoulder,
The unknown soldier.
Breakfast where the news is read
Television children fed,
Bullet strikes the helmet's head
And, it's all over
For the unknown soldier
It's all over
For the unknown soldier
It's all over
The war is over
Well, all over, baby
All over, baby.
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>Universal Soldier< (Donovan)
He's five foot-two, and he's six feet-four,
He fights with missiles and with spears.
He's all of thirty-one, and he's only seventeen,
Been a soldier for a thousand years.
He'a a Catholic, a Hindu, an Atheist, a Jain,
A Buddhist and a Baptist and a Jew.
And he knows he shouldn't kill,
And he knows he always will,
Kill you for me my friend and me for you.
And he's fighting for Canada,
He's fighting for France,
He's fighting for the USA,
And he's fighting for the Russians,
And he's fighting for Japan,
And he thinks we'll put an end to war this way.
And he's fighting for Democracy,
He's fighting for the Reds,
He says it's for the peace of all.
He's the one who must decide,
Who's to live and who's to die,
And he never sees the writing on the wall.
But without him,
How would Hitler have condemned him at Labau?
Without him Caesar would have stood alone,
He's the one who gives his body
As a weapon of the war,
And without him all this killing can't go on.
He's the Universal Soldier and he really is to blame,
His orders come from far away no more,
They come from here and there and you and me,
And brothers can't you see,
This is not the way we put the end to war.
He's five foot-two, and he's six feet-four,
He fights with missiles and with spears.
He's all of thirty-one, and he's only seventeen,
Been a soldier for a thousand years.
He'a a Catholic, a Hindu, an Atheist, a Jain,
A Buddhist and a Baptist and a Jew.
And he knows he shouldn't kill,
And he knows he always will,
Kill you for me my friend and me for you.
And he's fighting for Canada,
He's fighting for France,
He's fighting for the USA,
And he's fighting for the Russians,
And he's fighting for Japan,
And he thinks we'll put an end to war this way.
And he's fighting for Democracy,
He's fighting for the Reds,
He says it's for the peace of all.
He's the one who must decide,
Who's to live and who's to die,
And he never sees the writing on the wall.
But without him,
How would Hitler have condemned him at Labau?
Without him Caesar would have stood alone,
He's the one who gives his body
As a weapon of the war,
And without him all this killing can't go on.
He's the Universal Soldier and he really is to blame,
His orders come from far away no more,
They come from here and there and you and me,
And brothers can't you see,
This is not the way we put the end to war.
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Pink Floyd: Sheep
"Sheep"
Harmlessly passing your time in the grassland away
Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air
You better watch out
There may be dogs about
I've looked over Jordan and I have seen
Things are not what they seem.
What do you get for pretending the danger's not real
Meek and obedient you follow the leader
Down well trodden corridors into the valley of steel
What a surprise!
A look of terminal shock in your eyes
Now things are really what they seem
No, this is no bad dream.
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want
He makes me down to lie
Through pastures green he leadeth me the silent waters by
With bright knives he releaseth my soul
He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places
He converteth me to lamb cutlets
For lo,m he hath great power and great hunger
When cometh the day we lowly ones
Through quiet reflection and great dedication
Master the art of karate
Lo, we shall rise up
And then we'll make the bugger's eyes water.
Bleating and babbling we fell on his neck with a scream
Wave upon wave of demented avengers
March cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream.
Have you heard the news?
The dogs are dead!
You better stay home
And do as you're told
Get out of the road if you want to grow old.
Grüße,
Jochen
"Sheep"
Harmlessly passing your time in the grassland away
Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air
You better watch out
There may be dogs about
I've looked over Jordan and I have seen
Things are not what they seem.
What do you get for pretending the danger's not real
Meek and obedient you follow the leader
Down well trodden corridors into the valley of steel
What a surprise!
A look of terminal shock in your eyes
Now things are really what they seem
No, this is no bad dream.
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want
He makes me down to lie
Through pastures green he leadeth me the silent waters by
With bright knives he releaseth my soul
He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places
He converteth me to lamb cutlets
For lo,m he hath great power and great hunger
When cometh the day we lowly ones
Through quiet reflection and great dedication
Master the art of karate
Lo, we shall rise up
And then we'll make the bugger's eyes water.
Bleating and babbling we fell on his neck with a scream
Wave upon wave of demented avengers
March cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream.
Have you heard the news?
The dogs are dead!
You better stay home
And do as you're told
Get out of the road if you want to grow old.
Grüße,
Jochen
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Wie du weißt, mach ich NIE Fehler. Von wegen Stratocaster und Gibson.
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