Hätte es diesen Thread nicht schon gegeben...
... ich hätte ihn aufgemacht!
Das Leben ist nun nicht mal nur Friede - Freude - Eierkuchen... und wie es die Musik zum Feiern gibt, gibt es auch die der melancholischen Momente... Oft viel schöner und eindringlicher... die Anzahl der Beiträge in diesem Thread spricht für sich.
Ich hab jetzt nicht alle 22 Seiten durchgeblättert, und hoffe hier nichts zu wiederholen... aber eine kurze Suche hat ergeben, dass (zumindest) EINER fehlt:
Ein Meister, die Nachdenklichkeit in Töne zu gießen ist für mich Peter Gabriel. Es ist nicht nur seine Musik, auch seine Texte rühren mein Innerstes an...
"...Drink up dreamers, you're running dry..."
Das traurigste Lied überhaupt...
"Wallflower"
6x6 - from wall to wall
Shutters on the windows, no light at all
Damp on the floor you got damp in the bed
They're trying to get you crazy - get you out of your head
They feed you scraps and they feed you lies
To lower your defences, no compromise
Nothing you can do, the day can be long
Your mind is working overtime, your body's not too strong
Hold on, hold on
They put you in a box so you can't get heard
Let your spirit stay unbroken, may you not be deterred
Hold on, you have gambled with your own life
And you face the night alone
While the builders of the cages
They sleep with bullets, bars and stone
They do not see your road to freedom
That you build with flesh and bone
They take you out - the light burns your eyes
To the talking room - it's no surprise
Loaded questions from clean white coats
Their eyes are all as hidden as their Hippocratic Oath
They tell you - how to behave, behave as their guest
You want to resist them, you do your best
They take you to your limits, they take you beyond
For all that they are doing there's no way to respond
Hold on, hold on
They put you in a box so you can't get heard
Let your spirit stay unbroken, may you not be deterred
Hold on, you have gambled with your own life
And you face the night alone
While the builders of the cages
They sleep with bullets, bars and stone
They do not see your road to freedom
That you build with flesh and bone
Though you may disappear, you're not forgotten here
And I will say to you, I will do what I can do
You may disappear, you're not forgotten here
And I will say to you, I will do what I can do
And I will do what I can do
And I will do what I can do