Lied des Tages Part 7

coin-operated boy
sitting on the shelf
he is just a toy
but i turn him on
and he comes to life
automatic joy
that is why i want
a coin-operated boy
made of plastic and elastic
he is rugged and long-lasting
who could ever ever ask for more
love without complications galore
many shapes and weights to chose from
i will never leave my bedroom
i will never cry at night again
wrap my arms around him and pretend

coin-operated boy
all the other real
ones that i destroyed
cannot hold a candle to my new boy and i'll
never let him go
and i'll never be alone
and i'll never let him go
and i'll never be alone(go)
and i'll never be alone(go)
and i'll never be alone(go)
and i'll never be alone(go)
and i'll never be alone

not with my coin-operated boy
this bridge was written to make you feel smittener
with my sad picture
of girl getting bitter-er
can you extract me
from my plastic fantasy
i didn't think so
but i'm still convinceable
will you persist even after i bet you
a billion dollars that i'll never love you
and will you persist even after i kiss you
goodbye for the last time
will you keep on trying?
to prove it
i'm dying
to loose it
i'm losing
my confidence
i want it
i want it
i want it
i want it
i want you
i want you
i want you
i want you
i want you
i want you
i want you
i want you
i want a
i want a
i want a
i want a

coin operated boy

if i had a star to wish on for my life i can't imagine
any flesh and blood could be his match
i can even take him in the bath
coin operated boy
he may not be real
experienced with girls
but i know he feels
like a boy should feel
isn't that the point?
that is why i want a coin-operated boy
with a pretty coin-operated voice
saying that he loves me
that he's thinking of me
straight and to the point
that is why i want a
coin-operated boy.

die mauer gibt es nicht mehr und ich sage aktuell "nein" zum gammelfleisch.
heute konnte ich dem leckeren döner nicht wiederstehen.
das fleisch war gut durch und die aromatische knoblauch-scharf soße (beide sosse) hat jeglichen fleischgeruch vollkommen überdeckt.

ich greife in meine musikalische hitkiste und lege heute auf:

deutsch amerikanische freundschaft mit "kebabträume in der mauerstadt"

dieser titel hat keinen bezug zu dem herrn bush in washington

text:

"Kebabträume in der Mauerstadt,
Türk-Kültür hinter Stacheldraht
Neu-Izmir ist in der DDR,
Atatürk der neue Herr.
Miliyet für die Sowjetunion,
in jeder Imbißstube ein Spion.
Im ZK Agent aus Türkei,
Deutschland, Deutschland, alles ist vorbei.

Kebabträume..

Miliyet...

Kebabträume...

Miliyet...

Wir sind die Türken von morgen.
Wir sind die Türken von morgen..."

bevor es gleich noch ins bett geht dieses



LG paar_siebi2005

Song : Guarded
Interpret : Disturbed

Viel tragik , viel herzschmerz aber er macht mut .

zum Umzug ...

Howard Carpendale

Tür an Tür mit Alice
Ein Freund rief an, mit leisem Ton
Sagte er: Du weißt wohl schon
Du weißt wohl schon von Alice
Und ich eilte zum Fenster, schaute hinaus
Ein Möbelwagen stand vor dem Haus
Ich glaubte, daß ich nicht richtig sah
Denn auch Alice war da

Ich weiß nicht wo sie hingeht, woran es liegen kann
Sie hat wohl ihre Gründe und es geht mich auch nichts an
Doch seit ewiger Zeit leb‘ ich Tür an Tür mit Alice
Fast jeden Tag traf ich sie im Flur
Ich grüßte jedesmal, doch sie lächelte nur
Es ist schwer, ich leb‘ nicht mehr Tür an Tür mit Alice

Warum ich wohl nie zu ihr fand
Dabei trennte mich nur eine Wand
Uh, eine Wand trennte mich von Alice
Warum hab‘ ich ihr nie eine Frage gestellt
Und ihr nie gesagt, wie sehr mir fehlt?
Ich sah das Lächeln auf ihrem Gesicht
Und doch tat ich es nicht

Ich weiß nicht wo sie hingeht, woran es liegen kann
Sie hat wohl ihre Gründe und es geht mich auch nichts an
Doch seit ewiger Zeit leb‘ ich Tür an Tür mit Alice
Fast jeden Tag traf ich sie im Flur
Ich grüßte jedesmal, doch sie lächelte nur
Es ist schwer, ich leb‘ nicht mehr Tür an Tür mit Alice

Ich weiß nicht wo sie hingeht, woran es liegen kann
Sie hat wohl ihre Gründe und es geht mich auch nichts an
Doch seit ewiger Zeit leb‘ ich Tür an Tür mit Alice
Fast jeden Tag traf ich sie im Flur
Ich grüßte jedesmal, doch sie lächelte nur
Es ist schwer, ich leb‘ nicht mehr Tür an Tür mit Alice

Es ist schwer, ich leb‘ nicht mehr Tür an Tür mit Alice
Nananananana nanananana nananananana nanananana
Doch seit ewiger Zeit leb‘ ich Tür an Tür mit Alice
Nananananana nanananana nananananana nanananana
Es ist schwer, ich leb‘ nicht mehr Tür an Tür mit Alice

... who the f*** is alice ...

"Song For Guy" Elton John

Life
Isn't everything
Isn't everything
Isn't everything

...

Das Original... tief, schwarz, ehrlich!

Oh happy day = Edward Hawkin Singers

...keine weiteren Erklärungen!

Johnny wendet sich an Syd Barrett, Roger Waters, Nick Mason, Richard Wright und natürlich auch an David Gilmour.

Seit Tagen bewegt sich Johnny im Jahr 1971...

Wenn Johnny noch mal einem Song nur mit seiner Gitarre und der Stimme von June einen ganz ganz anderen Charakter verleihen würde, dann diesem...

(und wenn dies jemand nicht glaubt, der lasse sich mit "Personal Jesus" vom Gegenteil überzeugen)

In diesem Fall ist es schade, dass die Musik nicht wirklich gehört werden kann... Kruder&Dorfmeister müssten dabei schamrot werden ....


... Echoes ...

Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves in labyrinths of coral caves
The echo of a distant tide
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine
And no one showed us to the land
And no one knows the wheres or whys
But something stares and
Something tries
And starts to climb towards the light

Strangers passing in the street
By chance two separate glances meet
And I am you and what I see is me
And do I take you by the hand
And lead you through the land
And help me understand the best I can
And no one calls us to move on
And no one forces down our eyes
And no one speaks
And no one tries
And no one flies around the sun

And now this is the day you fall
Upon my waking eyes
Inviting and inciting me to rise
And through the window in the wall
Comes streamin in on sunlight wings
A million bright ambassadors of morning
And no one sings me lullabies
And no one makes me close my eyes
So I throw the windows wide
And call to you across the sky



Johnny Cash:
I walh the line...

The Lady Is A Tramp
Frank Sinatra, Mel Torme

She gets too hungry, for dinner at eight
She loves the theater, but doesn't come late
She'd never bother, with people she'd hate
That's why the lady is a tramp
Doesn't like crap games, with barons and earls
Won't go to Harlem, in ermine and pearls
Won't dish the dirt, with the rest of those girls
That's why the lady is a tramp

She loves the free, fresh wind in her hair
Life without care
She's broke, but it's o'k
She hates California, it's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp

Doesn't like dice games, with sharpies and frauds
Won't go to Harlem, in Lincolns or Fords
Won't dish the dirt, with the rest of those broads
That's why the lady is a tramp

I've wined and dined on mulligan stew,
and never wished for turkey.
As I hitched and hiked and grifted, too,
from Maine to Albuquerque.
Alas, I missed the Beaux-Arts Ball, and what is twice as sad:
I was never at a party where they honored Noel Ca'ad.
But social circles spin too fast for me;
My Hobohemia is the place to be…..

I get too hungry for dinner at eight, I like the theatre but never come late.
I never bother with people I hate: That's why the lady is a tramp.
I don't like crap games with Barons and Earls,
Won't go to Harlem in ermine and pearls.
Won't dish the dirt with the rest of the girls:
That's why the lady is a tramp.

I like the free fresh wind in my hair, life without care:
I'm broke, it's oke.
Hate California, it's cold and it's damp:
That's why the lady is a tramp.
I go to Coney - the beach is divine.
I go to ball games - the bleachers are fine.
I follow Winchell and read every line:
That's why the lady is a tramp!
I like a prize fight that isn't a fake.
I love the rowing on Central park lake.
I go to opera and stay wide awake:
That's why the lady is a tramp!
I like the green grass under my shoes, what can I lose?
I'm flat! That's that! I'm all alone when I lower my lamp:
That's why the lady is a tramp! Don't know the reason for cocktails at five.
I don't like flying - I'm glad I'm alive.
I crave affection but not when I drive:
That's why the lady is a tramp!
Folks went to London and left me behind.
I missed the crowning - Queen Mary didn't mind.
Won't play Scarlett in "Gone With the Wind":
That's why the lady is a tramp!
I like to hang my hat where I please, sail with the breeze.
No dough - Heigh - Ho! I still like Roosevelt
and think he's a champ:
That's why the lady is a tramp.

Girls get massages, they cry and they moan –
Tell Lizzie Arden to leave me alone.
I'm not so hot but my shape is my own:
That's why the lady is a tramp!
The food at Rector’s is perfect, no doubt.
I wouldn't know what the Ritz is about.
I drop a nickel and coffee comes out:
That's why the lady is a tramp!
I like the sweet fresh rain in my face.
Diamonds and lace - no got, so what?
For Robert Taylor I whistle and stamp:
That's why the lady is a tramp!

Wir sind im Dunkeln der Nacht entflammt,
wir blieben lang unerkannt
und dann sind wir hinaus in die Welt,
hinein ins Licht,
erst allein, dann Hand in Hand, Schritt für Schritt,
und jeden Augenblick gibt`s kein Zurück,
wir sind Teil eines Ganzen, das größer ist als Du und Ich, Du und Ich.

Wir werden wie Gold sein,
wir werden wie Gold sein,
wir werden wie Gold sein,
wir werden wie Gold sein,
mehr Sein als Schein.

Durch den Glanz, der uns umgibt, finden wir immer wieder zurück
zu dem verborgenem Glück
nicht allein, Hand in Hand, Schritt für Schritt, Komm mit, Komm mit {Komm mit}
Wir werden wie Gold sein
Und jeden Augenblick gibt`s kein Zurück
wir sind Teil eines Ganzen, das größer ist als Du und Ich, Du und Ich.

Wir werden wie Gold sein,
wir werden wie Gold sein,
wir werden wie Gold sein,
wir werden wie Gold sein,
mehr Sein als Schein.

Wir werden wie Gold sein,
wir werden wie Gold sein, {und jeden Augenblick gibt`s kein Zurück, wir sind Teil eines Ganzen, das größer ist als Du und Ich, Du und Ich.(2x)}
wir werden wie Gold sein,
wir werden wie Gold sein.

Feel You Like a River

I can feel you across the miles in my body
Almost physical - spiritual
like there was no seperation
like you were right beside me
like a river

I can feel forever in my mind
I can always reach for you inside
We can stay together in our minds
Feel you like a river
never dies

Remember the bridge we crossed out over the water
with the sun streaming in through the leaves
We can keep it alive
Was just energy

I can feel forever in my mind
I can always reach for you inside
We can stay together in our minds
Feel you like a river
never dies

And I feel, I feel, I feel you like a river

I can feel forever in my mind
I can always reach for you inside
We can stay together in our minds
Feel you like a river
never dies

And I feel, I feel, I feel you like a river (x3)

songtexte zu posten verstoßt doch gegen das urheberrecht des interpreten, oder?

Snakeskin - Melissa
Relatives Menschsein - Misantrophe

Hat hier einer laut "Spaßbremse" gerufen?

For you...

Fill it and thrill it,
then turn back to kill it
just gimme the laughter again.
You were a mistress,
just making me distress
and I´m gonna miss this
I wait and wait and wait...

You´re so easy to love,
smile away my pain,
you´re so easy to love,
make it right again and again and again...

Easy to love,
always been too late,
you´re so easy to love,
you can make me wait and wait and wait..

We never had this,
we never regret this
and I can never forget this again..
But if I might lose you,
I´ve been lucky to chose you
and I could never abuse you,
again and again and again...

You´re so easy to love,
smile away my pain,
you´re so easy to love,
make it right again and again and again..

Easy to love,
always been to late,
you´re so easy to love,
you can make me wait and wait and wait..

You´re so easy to love,
so easy to love,
you're so easy to love..
you're so easy to love..
you're so easy to love..

Smile away my pain,
you're so easy to love..
make it right again and again and again...
easy to love,
always been to late,
you're so easy to love,
you can make me wait and wait and wait..

Prince - I Wanna Be Your Lover

I ain't got no moneyI ain't like those other guys
you hang around
And it's kinda funny
But they
always seem to let you down

And I get discouraged
'cause I never see you anymore
And I need your love,
babe yeahThat's all I'm living for,
yeah
I didn't wanna pressure you, baby
But all I ever wanted
to do

I wanna be your lover
I wanna be the only one
that makes you come running
I wanna be your lover
I wanna turn you on, turn you out, all night long,
make youshout Oh, lover! YeahI wanna be
the only one you come for
I wanna be your brother I wanna be your
mother and your sister, too
There ain't no other That can do the things that I'll do to you

And I get discouraged
'cause you treat me just like a child
And they say I'm so shy, yeah
But with you I just go wild!
I didn't wanna pressure you, baby. No!
But all I ever wanted to do
I wanna be your lover
I wanna be the only one that makes you come running
I wanna be your lover
I wanna turn you on, turn you out, all night long
make you shoutOh, lover! YeahI wanna be the only one
you come for, yeah

[Arthuro]
Yo, what up, this Arthuro with Caramia
I serenade the girls with my accoustic guitar
You know what I'm sayin'?
Yo, fellas havin' problems with the chicks?
I want you right now to turn the lights down low
Pull your girl up next to you
I want you to sing this to her

If death comes for me tonight, girl
I want you to know that I love you
And no matter how tough I wouldn't dare
Only to you I would reveal my tears
So tell the police I ain't home tonight
Messin' around with you is gonna get me life
But when I look into your eyes
You're worth that sacrafice
If this is the kind of love that my mom used to warn me about
Mia, I'm in trouble
I'm in real big trouble
If this is the kind of love that the old folks used to warn me about
Mia, I'm in trouble
I'm in real big trouble
I need y'all to do me a favor

[Chorus]
Someone please call 911 (pick up the phone yo)
Tell them I just been shot down
and the bullet's, in my heart
And it's piercin through my soul (I'm losin blood yo)
Feel my body gettin cold
Somone please call 911 (pick up the phone yo)
The alleged assailaint, is five foot five
and she shot me through my soul
Feel my body gettin cold

[Caramia]
So cold
Sometimes I feel like I'm a prisoner
I think I'm trapped here for a while
(but I'm always right here with you girl)
And every breath I fight to take
Is as hard as these four walls I wanna break
I told the cops you wasn't here tonight
Messin' around with me is gonna get you life
Oh yeah, yeah
But everytime I look into your eyes
Then it's worth the sacrifice

[Arthuro]
If this is the kind of love that your mom used to warn you about
Mia, we are in trouble
You're in real big trouble
If this is the kind of love that the old folks used to warn me about
I'm in trouble
I'm in real big trouble
You got anything to say, girl?

[Caramia]
Someone please call 911, yeah yeah (pick up the phone yo)
Tell them I just got shot down
And it's piercin through my soul (I'm losin blood yo)
Feel my body gettin cold

[Arthuro]
Someone please call 911 (can you do that for me)
The alleged assailaint, was five foot five
And she shot me through my soul (and he shot me through my heart)
Feel my body gettin cold
(He didn't care, he didn't worry, he didn't wonder..)

[Arthuro and Caramia]
I'm feelin you girl
I understand

[Caramia]
And you're doin, what you're doin, would you do it
and do it and do it and do it for me..

Some Enchanted Evening

Some enchanted evening
You may see a stranger,
you may see a stranger
Across a crowded room
And somehow you know,
You know even then
That somewhere you'll see her
Again and again.

Some enchanted evening
Someone may be laughin',
You may hear her laughin'
Across a crowded room
And night after night,
As strange as it seems
The sound of her laughter
Will sing in your dreams.

Who can explain it?
Who can tell you why?
Fools give you reasons,
Wise men never try.

Some enchanted evening
When you find your true love,
When you feel her call you
Across a crowded room,
Then fly to her side,
And make her your own
For all through your life you
May dream all alone.

Once you have found her,
Never let her go.
Once you have found her,
Never let her go!

man muß es aber mit musik konsumieren, dann schiebt sich im hintergrund auch noch peter lichts refrain "und heiterkeit" auf die tonspur...

Hi freaks look at me
Autogramme vis a vis
Gegenueber einer Welt
Deren Umriss uns gefaellt
Das Geld steht schon bereit
Hast du morgen Zeit
Nein ich auch nicht
Was sein muss
Das muss schließlich sein
Ganz klein am Horizont kann man Dinge sehen
Dinge die wir nicht verstehen
Das Geschehen laesst uns auseinander gehen
Hinein in einen Wald aus Zeichen
Die Weichen sind gestellt
In einer Welt
Deren Umriss uns gefaellt

Hi freaks look at me
Autogramme vis a vis
Gegenueber eines Raums
Der ein anderer ist
Was wir sehen bedeutet nichts
Der sogenannte Realismus
Faellt nicht weiter ins Gewicht
Dein Gesicht ist eine Welt
Deren Umriss mir gefaellt
Unsere Freundschaft ist das Geld
Mit dem wir bezahlen
Was man zahlen muss
Alles muss im Ueberfluss
Vorhanden sein
Dann sind wir nie allein

Hi freaks look at me

Hi freaks look at me
Autogramme vis a vis
Gegenueber eines Traums
Der ein anderer ist
Als noch vor Tagen
Als wir erstmals wagten
Uns zu erinnern
An das Schimmern
Das uns gegenueber stand
Ein Schatten an der Wand
Dessen Umriss uns gefaellt
Wir sind gewillt zu besehen
Was wir jetzt noch nicht verstehen
Wir muessen gehen

Hi freaks look at me
Autogramme vis a vis
Gegenueber eines Gegenuebers
Das mal wieder nicht ich selber bin
So gesehen kommts hin
Was wir taeglich sehen
Sind Dinge die wir nicht verstehen
Das Geschehen
Laesst uns auseinandergehen
Hinein in einen Wald aus Zeichen
Die Weichen sind gestellt
In einer Welt
Deren Umriss uns gefaellt

Tocotronic

... wie niedlich! So unbeschwert... so lebensfroh... so kreativ und spontan! Sehr schön!

The Smiths - Panic

Panic on the streets of London
Panic on the streets of Birmingham
I wonder to myself
Could life ever be sane again ?
The Leeds side-streets that you slip down
I wonder to myself
Hopes may rise on the Grasmere
But Honey Pie, you're not safe here
So you run down
To the safety of the town
But there's Panic on the streets of Carlisle
Dublin, Dundee, Humberside
I wonder to myself

Burn down the disco
Hang the blessed DJ
Because the music that they constantly play
IT SAYS NOTHING TO ME ABOUT MY LIFE
Hang the blessed DJ
Because the music they constantly play


On the Leeds side-streets that you slip down
Provincial towns you jog 'round
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ
HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ
HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ
HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ
HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
HANG THE DJ

Herzlich
Bagarozy

Anyway, das hier paßt auch...


I would rather not go
Back to the old house
I would rather not go
Back to the old house
There's too many
Bad memories
Too many memories
There ...
There ...
There ...

When you cycled by
Here began all my dreams
The saddest thing I've ever seen
And you never knew
How much I really liked you
Because I never even told you
Oh, and I meant to


Are you still there ?
Or ... have you moved away ?
Or have you moved away ?
Oh ...


I would love to go
Back to the old house
But I never will
I never will ...
I never will ...
I never will ...


The Smiths

Bagarozy, wie schade dass ich keinen Hut trage, ich zöge ihn ohne zu zögern

"Big Love" Fleetwood Mac

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Looking out for love
In the night so still
Oh I'll build you a kingdom
In that house on the hill
Looking out for love
Big, big love

You said that you love me
And that you always will
Oh you begged me to keep you
In that house on the hill
Looking out for love
Big, big love

I wake up alone
With it all
I wake up
But only to fall

Looking out for love
Big, big love
Just looking out for love

...never!

Mein Lied des Tages passt zu hierzu:
Enthält Sperma kleine Anteile von Gold?
Enthält Sperma kleine Anteile von Gold?
Auf jeden Fall scheint es wertvoll zu sein.

EVERY SPERM IS SACRED

There are Jews in the world,
There are Buddhists,
There are Hindus and Mormons and then,
There are those that follow Mohammed,
But I've never been one of them.

I'm a Roman Catholic,
And have been since before I was born,
And the one thing they say about Catholics,
Is they'll take you as soon as you're warm...

You don't have to be a six-footer,
You don 't have to have a great brain,
You don't have to have any clothes on-
You're a Catholic the moment Dad came...

Because...

Every sperm is sacred,
Every sperm is great,
If a sperm is wasted,
God gets quite irate.

Let the heathen spill theirs,
On the dusty ground,
God shall make them pay for,
Each sperm that can't be found.

Every sperm is wanted,
Every sperm is good,
Every sperm is needed,
In your neighbourhood.

Hindu, Taoist, Mormon,
Spill theirs just anywhere,
But God loves those who treat their
Semen with more care.

Every sperm is sacred,
Every sperm is great,
If a sperm is wasted,
God gets quite irate.

Every sperm is sacred,
Every sperm is good,
Every sperm is needed,
In your neighbourhood.

Every sperm is useful,
Every sperm is fine,
God needs everybody's,
Mine!
And mine!
And mine!

Let the Pagan spill theirs,
Q'er mountain, hill and plain,
God shall strike them down for
Each sperm that's spilt in vain.

Every sperm is sacred,
Every sperm is good,
Every sperm is needed,
In your neighbourhood.

Every sperm is sacred,
Every sperm is great, If a sperm is wasted,
God gets quite irate.

Aus dem Film: "Der Sinn des Lebens" von Monty Python

Keine Ahnung, wie ich gerade darauf komme...

Where the wild roses grow = Nick Cave

(Den Text lasse ich mal weg... )

Vitez, mein Lieber, Du hast nicht nur bedauerlicherweise den Text dieses Meisterwerks weggelassen, sondern uns auch die hinreißende Kylie unterschlagen, deren Anmut als Wasserleiche in dem zugehörigen Video mich jedes Mal ins Grübeln stürzte, ob, ggf. wann und unter welchen Umständen ich nekrophil werden könnte

Hier also der Text:

They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day
From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one
She stared in my eyes and smiled
For her lips were the colour of the roses
That grew down the river, all bloody and wild
When he knocked on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand
He wiped at the tears that ran down my face
[Chorus]
On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, "Do you know where the wild roses grow
So sweet and scarlet and free?"
On the second day he came with a single red rose
Said: "Will you give me your loss and your sorrow"
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
He said, "If I show you the roses, will you follow?"
[Chorus]
On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
As he knelt (stood smiling) above me with a rock in his fist
On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
And I kissed her goodbye, said, "All beauty must die"
And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth
[Chorus]

Herzlichst
Bagarozy
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Wir lassen uns das Singen nicht verbieten
Das Singen nicht und auch die Fröhlichkeit