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Bettina Wegner:

Sind so kleine Hände
winz'ge Finger dran.
Darf man nie drauf schlagen
die zerbrechen dann.

Sind so kleine Füße
mit so kleinen Zehn.
Darf man nie drauf treten
könn' sie sonst nicht geh'n.
Sind so kleine Ohren
scharf, und ihr erlaubt.
Darf man nie zerbrüllen
werden davon taub.

Sind so schöne Münder
sprechen alles aus.
Darf man nie verbieten
kommt sonst nichts mehr raus.

Sind so klare Augen
die noch alles sehn.
Darf man nie verbinden
könn' sie nichts versteh'n.

Sind so kleine Seelen
offen und ganz frei.
Darf man niemals quälen
geh'n kaputt dabei.

Ist so'n kleines Rückgrat
sieht man fast noch nicht.
Darf man niemals beugen
weil es sonst zerbricht.

Grade, klare Menschen
wär'n ein schönes Ziel.
Leute ohne Rückgrat
hab’n wir schon zuviel.




Grüßle!
Peter
 
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Moin,

comabird schrieb:
Ich habe seit fast einem Jahr inständig gebetet, dass niemand auf die Idee käme, dieses *gitarrengequäleundbetroffenheitsgejammere* auszugraben, da mir dabei zielgerichtet und unvermittelt übelst wird... :wuerg:
Zum Vergrößern anklicken....

Ich konnte diese heilige Johanna der neuen deutschen Weinerlichkeit auch nie ausstehen. Allerdings habe ich einmal eine sehr schöne Interpretation dieses Liedes von einem Straßentheater gehört.
 
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Moin,

jetzt wird es wieder rockig, endlich wieder mit einem neuen Bild von mir.

Jefferson Airplane: plastic fantastic lover


Her neon mouth with the blinkers-off smile
Nothing but an electric sign
You could say she has an individual style
She's part of a colorful time
Secrecy of lady-chrome-covered clothes
You wear cause you have no other
But I suppose no one knows
You're my plastic fantastic lover
Her rattlin' cough never shuts off
Is nothin' but a used machine
Her aluminum finish, slightly dinimished
Is the best I ever have seen
Cosmetic baby plugged into me
I'd never ever find another
I realize no one's wise
To my plastic fantastic lover
The electrical dust is starting to rust
Her trapezoid thermometer taste
All the red tape is mechanical rape
Of the TV program waste
Data control and IBM
Science is mankind's brother
But all I see is dranin' me
On my plastic fantastic lover




Ich habe den Text etwas anders in Erinnerung, muss mal mein altes Referat aus dem Englisch-Leistungskurs hervorkramen.
 
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comabird schrieb:
Ich habe seit fast einem Jahr inständig gebetet, dass niemand auf die Idee käme, dieses *gitarrengequäleundbetroffenheitsgejammere* auszugraben, da mir dabei zielgerichtet und unvermittelt übelst wird... :wuerg:
Zum Vergrößern anklicken....

och manno! Das Bild passt doch so schön.

Aber Ihr habt recht: diese Berufsjammerlappen find ich auch:




Grüßle!
Peter
 
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Pink Floyd - Sheep

Harmlessly passing your time in the grassland away;
Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air.
You'd better watch out!
There may be dogs about
I looked over Jordan, and I've seen
Things are not what they seem.

That's what 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 not a 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, 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.


Pink Floyd - Sheep
 
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Mr. Tambourine Man (Bob Dylan)


Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm going to
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you

Take me for a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship
All my senses have been stripped
And my hands can't feel to grip
And my toes too numb to step
Waiting only for my boot heels to be wanderin'
I'm ready to go anywhere
I'm ready for to fade
Onto my own parade,
Cast your dancing spell my way
I promise to go under it

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm going to
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you


 
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Mr Cab Driver (Lenny Kravitz)

Mr cab driver wont you stop to let me in
Mr cab driver dont like my kind of skin
Mr cab driver youre never gonna win
Mr cab driver wont you stop to pick me up
Mr cab driver I might need some help
Mr cab driver only thinks about himself
Here we go

Mr cab driver, mr cab driver
Mr cab driver, mr cab driver

Mr cab driver dont like the way I look
He dont like dreads he thinks were all crooks
Mr cab driver reads too many story books
Mr cab driver pass me up with eyes of fire
Mr cab driver thinks were all one sixty fiveers
Mr cab driver **** you Im a survivor
Oh yeah, one more time, ahah

Let me in

Mr cab driver, mr cab driver
Mr cab driver, mr cab driver

 
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Saxophone Song (Kate Bush)

You'll find me in a Berlin bar
In a corner, brooding
You know that I go very quiet
When I am listening to you
There's something special indeed
In all the places where I've seen you shine, boy
There's something very real in how I feel, honey

It's in me, it's in me-and you know it's for real
Tuning in your saxophone
Doo-ba-doo-ba-doo
The candle is burning over your shoulder
Is throwing shadows on your saxophone
A surly lady in tremor
The stars that climb from her bowels
Those stars make towers on vowels
You'll never know that you had all of me
You'll never see the poetry you've stirred in me
Of all the stars I've seen that shine so brightly
I've never known or felt, in myself, so rightly
Doo-ba-doo-ba-doo

 
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Wishing Well (Free)

Throw down your hat, kick off your shoes
I know you ain't goin' anywhere.
Run 'round the town singin' your blues,
I know you ain't goin' anywhere.

You've always been a good friend of mine,
But you're always sayin' "Farewell"
And the only time that you're satisfied
Is with your feet in the wishing well.



 
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Moin,

zu diesem und diesem Stück gibt es eine kleine Anekdote:
1977 überredeten wir unseren Lehrer vom Englisch-Leistungskurs dazu, dass jeder ein Referat mit frei gewähltem Thema halten könne. Ich wählte das Thema "The Jefferson Airplane and the San Francisco Sound", ein Vortrag über die Entwicklung der Westcoastmusik. Da ich zahlreiche Tonbeispiele diverser Bands hatte, musst das Ganze natürlich im Musiksaal stattfinden, der guten Anlage wegen.
Nicht nur meine Mitschüler, auch der schon etwas ältere Lehrer waren begeistert. Der Lehrer bat mich, in der nächsten Stunde noch ein paar Texte zu besprechen. Ich wählte "plastic fantastic lover" und White Rabbit".
Das Referat war ein voller Erfolg, es gab ein glatte eins. Es spricht für den libertalen Geist an unserer Schule damals, dass der Lehrer nicht ausgeflippt ist, obwohl er ganz genau verstand, worum es in den Texten ging.

Jefferson Airplane: White Rabbit


One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small,
And the ones that mother gives you
Don't do anything at all.
Go ask Alice
When she's ten feet tall.

And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall,
Tell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call.
Call Alice
When she is just small.

One men on the chessboard
Get up and tell you where to go
And you've just had some kind of mushroom
And your mind is moving low.
Go ask Alice
I think she'll know.

When logic and proportion
Have fallen softly dead,
And the White Knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen's off with your head
Remember what the dormouse said:
"Feed your head. Feed your head. Feed your head!"
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Dieses Bild wurde von Michael (Husky) hier schon einmal gezeigt. Er stellte es mir für diesen Beitrag zur Verfügung.





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nachdem ein Radlader die immens grossen Brombeerbüsche niedergemacht hatte, kam dies hier zum Vorschein:





Living In A Box


Woh oh

Woke up this morning, closed in on all sides, nothing doing
I feel resistance as I open my eyes, someones fooling
Ive found a way to break through this cellophane line
Cause I know whats going on in my own mind

Am I living in a box, am I living in a cardboard box
Am I living in a box, am I living in a cardboard box
Am I living in a box


Interpret: ?? :-(

Grüsse
balise
 
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Jay Leonhart - Drink no more

I hear tales of me when I was young
about the drunken things I done.
Things I really can´t recall my mind erased by alcohol.
I hear tales that sound so dumb, oh boy
The things you do when you get numb.
Things that fill me up with shame and I got
no one else to blame.
I don´t want to drink no more
I don´t want to drink no more

Open up and let the whisky in,
swim in booze and rotgot gin.
Drink so much that I could die
Wake up next day want to cry.
Hangover is too gentle an expression,
for one all buried in depression.
My mind and body racked with pain,
ghosts and goblins in my brain
I don´t want to drink no more
I don´t want to drink no more

Now I wake and look around the room,
amazed that I´ve escaped the gloom.
My body is not racked with pain,
no more goblins in my brain.
Nothing hurt or bent or strange,
glad to be living for a change.
I don´t want to drink no more
I don´t want to drink no more



Ich geb´s zu. Es gibt keine bessere Scheibe zu einem schönen gepflegten Whisky als: Jay Leonhart - Salamander Pie

 
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Cat Stevens

WHERE DO THE CHILDREN PLAY?

Well I think its fine, building jumbo planes.
Or taking a ride on a cosmic train.
Switch on summer from a slot machine.
Yes, get what you want to if you want, cause you can get anything.

I know weve come a long way,
Were changing day to day,
But tell me, where do the children play?

Well you roll on roads over fresh green grass.
For your lorry loads pumping petrol gas.
And you make them long, and you make them tough.
But they just go on and on, and it seems that you cant get off.

Oh, I know weve come a long way,
Were changing day to day,
But tell me, where do the children play?



Brüssel
 
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"Window" {Fiona Apple]

I was staring out the window
The whole time he was talking to me
It was a filthy pane of glass
I couldn't get a clear view

As he went on and on
It wasn't the outside world I could see
Just the filthy pane that I was looking through

So I had to break the window
It just had to be
Better that I break the window
Than him or her or me

I was never focused on just one thing
My eyes got fixed when my mind got soft
It may looked like I'm concentrated on a very clear view

...

 
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1 Jahr Rock It! - Happy Birthday euch allen! :laola:



Mother's Little Helper (Rolling Stones)

Life's just much too hard today,
I hear ev'ry mother say,
The pursuit of happiness just seems a bore.
And if you take more of those,
You will get an overdose.
No more running for the shelter
Of a mother's little helper.
They just helped you on your way,
Through your busy dying day.

Doctor please, some more of these.
Outside the door, she took four more.
What a drag it is getting old.



 
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Dammich !! Wie die Zeit vergeht !
Haste noch´n paar von den Döschen, David ?
Nervennahrung kann man immer brauchen.
 
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