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Moin,

riegwe schrieb:
yep - und ich dachte immer, das web lügt nie
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Das Web nicht, genau so wenig wie die Sterne. Diese Texte im Web stammen häufig von Leuten, die sie mit mehr oder weniger gutem Schulenglisch und ohne Kenntnisse der Hintergründe und Wortspielereien mitgeschrieben haben.
Daher sind diese Texte mit Vorsicht zu geniessen.

schätzelein schrieb:
Moin Wolle. Amerigo Vespucci ?
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Yep, vor ca. 34 Jahren...
 
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Moin,

riegwe schrieb:
wolle, bist du [english] Lehrer ?
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Nein. Habe ein mit Diplom abgeschlossenes Chemie-Studium hinter mir und bin als Manager eines ökotrophologischen Kleinunternehmens tätig.
Englisch mag ich und kann ich einfach gut. Kurz nachdem ich in der Schule mit Englisch angefangen hatte, kam die Sesamstraße nach Deutschland. Damals strahlte das dritte Programm eine lange Zeit jeden Tag die amerikanische "Sesame Street" aus. Ich war vom Fernseher nicht weg zu bekommen und habe so wirklich Englisch gelernt. Ausserdem bin ich noch zu Schulzeiten 4 Mal in den USA und drei Male in GB, hauptsächlich Schottland, gewesen.
So konnte ich noch in der Abiarbeit im Leistungskurs Englisch meinen Lehrer korrigieren...
 
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Moin,



Edward Elgar

Pomp and Circumstance Marches
​


Jeder kennt zumindest das Hauptthema, man könnte es fast die zweite englische Nationalhymne nennen. Was mir daran gefällt, ist,dass das Stück voll mit dem ist, was die Engländer so herrlich treffend (und fast unübersetzbar) mit "tounge-in-cheek- humor" bezeichnen. Elgar hat das Kunststück fertiggebracht, ein ungeheuer pompöses Stück zu schreiben, dass sich gleichzeitig selbst auf die Schippe nimmt.
 
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Freedom's just another word for nothing left to loose


Me and Bobby McGee
Janis Joplin

Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' fer a train
When I's feeling nearly faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained
And rode us all the way to New Orleans
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana
I's playing soft while Bobby sung the blues, n-yeah
Windshield wipers slapping time I's, holding Bobby's hand in mine
We sang every song that driver knew

Freedom's just another word for nothing left to loose
Nothing, I mean nothing honey if it ain't free, no no
Yeah feeling good was easy Lord when he sang the blues
You know feeling good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.

From Kentucky coal mine to the California sun
Yeah Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done
Yeah Bobby baby kept me from the cold world
One day a near Selina Lord, I let him slip away
He's lookin' for that home, and I hope he finds it
But I'd trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday
To be holdin' Bobby's body next to mine

Freedom's just another word for nothing left to loose
Nothing, and that's all that Bobby left me, yeah
But feeling good was easy Lord when he sang the blues
Hey feeling good was good enough for me, hmm-mm
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.

La da la la la, la da la la la da la
La da da la la la Bobby McGee yeah
La da la la la, la da la la la da la
La da da la la la Bobby McGee yeah
La da la la la, la da la la la da la
La da da la la la Bobby McGee yeah
Lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo
Lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo
Lo lo lo lo lo lo Bobby McGee
Lo lo lo lo lo lo Bobby McGee

Lord I called him my lover, I called him my man
I said called him my lover just the best I can and c'mon
And and a Bobby oh, and a Bobby McGee yeah
Lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo
Hey hey hey Bobby McGee, lord.

La da la la la, la da la la la la la
Hey hey hey Bobby McGee yeah

(hoffentlich hab ich alles richtig abgeschrieben)


 
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Moin,

kaum ein Song wie dieser von Country Joe Macdonald dürfte das Lebensgefühl der GIs so genau getroffen haben. Auch heute noch, 40 Jahre nach Woodstock, gibt es wohl kaum einen GI, der nicht aus vollem Hals mitbrüllt, sobald das berühmte "Gimme an F!" ertönt.

Country Joe Macdonald

"Feel like I'm fixing to die" Rag

Gimme an F!
EEEFFF!!
Gimme an U!
UUUUUU!
Gimme an CCEEEE!!
CEEEEEEE!!
Gimme an K!!
KAAAAYYYY!!
What's that spell?
FU..!!!!
What's that spell??
Fu..!!!!
What's that spell???
Fu.....!!!!!!!



Well, come on all you big strong men,
Uncle Sam needs your help again.
He's got himself in a terrible jam
Way down yonder in Vietnam
So put down your books and pick up a gun,
We're gonna have a whole lotta fun.

And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for ?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam;
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! we're all gonna die.

Come on Wall Street, don't be slow,
Why man, this is war au-go-go
There's plenty good money to be made
By supplying the Army with the tools of its trade,
But just hope and pray that if they drop the bomb,
They drop it on a Viet Cong.

And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for ?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam.
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why
Whoopee! we're all gonna die.

Well, come on generals, let's move fast;
Your big chance has come at last.
Now you can go out and get those reds
'Cause the only good commie is the one who's dead
And you know that peace can only be won
When we've blown 'em to kingdom come.

And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for ?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam;
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why
Whoopee! we're all gonna die.

Come on mothers throughout the land,
Pack your boys off to Vietnam.
Come on fathers, don't hesitate
Send 'em off before it's too late.
And be the first ones in your block
To have your boy come home in a box.

And it's one, two, three
What are we fighting for ?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam.
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! we're all gonna die.
​



 
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Falls wir das Thema jetzt vielleicht mal endlich abgehakt hätten? Dies ist ein Bilder-Thread, Herrschaften. Für Gesabbel gibt es den Rest des Forums.
 
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Auch auf die Gefahr hin, daß "bis repetita non placent!":



Give Peace a Chance
John Lennon

Ev'rybody's talkin' 'bout
Bagism, Shagism, Dragism, Madism, Ragism, Tagism
This-ism, that-ism, ism ism ism
All we are saying is give peace a chance
All we are saying is give peace a chance
(C'mon)
Ev'rybody's talkin' 'bout
Minister, Sinister, Banisters and Canisters,
Bishops, Fishops, Rabbis, and Pop Eyes, Bye bye, Bye byes
All we are saying is give peace a chance
All we are saying is give peace a chance
(Let me tell you now)
Ev'rybody's talkin' 'bout
Revolution, Evolution, Masturbation, Flagellation, Regulation,
Integrations, mediations, United Nations, congratulations
All we are saying is give peace a chance
All we are saying is give peace a chance
Ev'rybody's talkin' 'bout
John and Yoko, Timmy Leary, Rosemary,
Tommy Smothers, Bobby Dylan, Tommy Cooper,
Derek Taylor, Norman Mailer, Alan Ginsberg, Hare Krishna
Hare Hare Krishna
All we are saying is give peace a chance
All we are saying is give peace a chance





Lennon Wall
 
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Terry Jacks - Seasons In The Sun

Goodbye to you, my trusted friend.
We've known each other since we're nine or ten.
Together we climbed hills or trees.
Learned of love and ABC's,
skinned our hearts and skinned our knees.
Goodbye my friend, it's hard to die,
when all the birds are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
Pretty girls are everywhere.
When you see them I'll be there.
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.
But the hills that we climbed
were just seasons out of time.
Goodbye, Papa, please pray for me,
I was the black sheep of the family.
You tried to teach me right from wrong.
Too much wine and too much song,
wonder how I get along.
Goodbye, Papa, it's hard to die
when all the birds are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
Little children everywhere.
When you see them I'll be there.
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.
But the wine and the song,
like the seasons, all have gone.
Goodbye, Michelle, my little one.
You gave me love and helped me find the sun.
And every time that I was down
you would always come around
and get my feet back on the ground.
Goodbye, Michelle, it's hard to die
when all the bird are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
With the flowers ev'rywhere.
I whish that we could both be there.
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.
But the stars we could reach
were just starfishs on the beach

 
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Into The Great Wide Open (Tom Petty)

Into the great wide open,
Under them skies of blue.
Out in the great wide open,
A rebel without a clue.






Vor genau 91 Jahren, liess Wladimir Iljitsch Uljanow (= Lenin), per Dekret, die ersten Konzentrationslager, zur Unterbringung von politischen Gegnern errichten.
 
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