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Stairway to Heaven - Led Zeppelin
There's a lady who's sure
All that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven
When she gets there she knows
If the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
And she's buying a stairway to heaven
There's a sign on the wall
But she wants to be sure
'Cause you know sometimes words have
Two meanings
In a tree by the brook
There's a songbird who sings
Sometimes all of our thoughts are
Misgiven
Ooh, it makes me wonder
Ooh, it makes me wonder
There's a feeling I get
When I look to the west
And my spirit is crying
For leaving
In my thoughts I have seen
Rings of smoke through the trees
And the voices of those
Who stand looking
Ooh, it makes me wonder
Ooh, it really makes me wonder
And it's whispered that soon
If we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason
And a new day will dawn
For those who stand long
And the forests will
Echo with laughter
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, ooh, whoa, oh
If there's a bustle in your hedgerow
Don't be alarmed now
It's just a spring clean
For the May queen
Yes, there are two paths you can go by
But in the long run
There's still time to change
The road you're on
And it makes me wonder
Aw, uh, oh
Your head is humming and it won't go
In case you don't know
The piper's calling you to join him
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow?
And did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind?
(Solo)
And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold
And if you listen very hard
The truth will come to you at last
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll
And she's buying a stairway
To heaven...
There's a lady who's sure
All that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven
When she gets there she knows
If the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
And she's buying a stairway to heaven
There's a sign on the wall
But she wants to be sure
'Cause you know sometimes words have
Two meanings
In a tree by the brook
There's a songbird who sings
Sometimes all of our thoughts are
Misgiven
Ooh, it makes me wonder
Ooh, it makes me wonder
There's a feeling I get
When I look to the west
And my spirit is crying
For leaving
In my thoughts I have seen
Rings of smoke through the trees
And the voices of those
Who stand looking
Ooh, it makes me wonder
Ooh, it really makes me wonder
And it's whispered that soon
If we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason
And a new day will dawn
For those who stand long
And the forests will
Echo with laughter
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, ooh, whoa, oh
If there's a bustle in your hedgerow
Don't be alarmed now
It's just a spring clean
For the May queen
Yes, there are two paths you can go by
But in the long run
There's still time to change
The road you're on
And it makes me wonder
Aw, uh, oh
Your head is humming and it won't go
In case you don't know
The piper's calling you to join him
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow?
And did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind?
(Solo)
And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold
And if you listen very hard
The truth will come to you at last
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll
And she's buying a stairway
To heaven...
Gruß, PINTI
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Ich sehe da überhaupt keinen Zufall. Vic hat's übertrieben, und du kannst nur so und soviel Medikamente mit Muskelentspannender (Krampflösender) Wirkung nehmen, bis du auch endlich die Lunge/Zwerchfell und die Herzmuskeln entspannst...
Einen Moment wehrt sich das vegetative Nervensystem, das Herz pumpt trotz Allem noch etwas Blut durch die Adern, aber dauerhafte Sauerstoff Unterversorgung des Hirns hat keine grosse Zukunft, und dann ist auch irgendwann Schluss.
Laidback to the horizontal ...
Stefan
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Den Thread muss ich mal reanimieren:
Oliver
Ann Peebles - I Can T Stand The Rain
I cant stand the rain
Against my window
Bringing back sweet memories
I cant stand the rain
Against my window
Cause he aint here with me
Hey window pain
Tell me, do you remember
How sweet it used to be
When we were together
Everything was so grand
Now that weve parted
Theres just one sound
That I just cant stand
I cant stand the rain
Against my window
Bringing back sweet memories
I cant stand the rain
Against my window
Cause he aint here with me
Hey hey rain
Get out of my window
Cause he aint here with me
I cant stand the rain
Against my window
Bringing back sweet memories
Portugal '99, am Strand bei Sauwetter
, Scan vom Dia
GrüßeI cant stand the rain
Against my window
Bringing back sweet memories
I cant stand the rain
Against my window
Cause he aint here with me
Hey window pain
Tell me, do you remember
How sweet it used to be
When we were together
Everything was so grand
Now that weve parted
Theres just one sound
That I just cant stand
I cant stand the rain
Against my window
Bringing back sweet memories
I cant stand the rain
Against my window
Cause he aint here with me
Hey hey rain
Get out of my window
Cause he aint here with me
I cant stand the rain
Against my window
Bringing back sweet memories
Portugal '99, am Strand bei Sauwetter
, Scan vom Dia
Oliver
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Creedence Clearwater Revival - Suzie Q
Oh Suzie Q
Oh Suzie Q
Oh Suzie Q
Baby I love you
SuzieQ
I like the way you walk
I like the way you talk
I like the way you walk I like the way you talk
Suzie Q
(Guitar solo)
Oh say that youll be true
Oh say that youll be true
Oh say that youll be true and never leave me blue
Suzie Q
Oh say that youll be mine
Oh say that youll be mine
Oh say that youll be mine Baby all the time
Suzie Q
(Guitar solo)
Oh.. Suzie Q
Oh ..Suzie Q
Baby, I love you
SuzieQ
I like the way you walk
I like the way you talk
I like the way you walk, I like the way you talk
Suzie Q
Oh Suzie Q
Oh Suzie Q
Oh Suzie Q
Baby I love you
Suzie Q
Oh Suzie Q
Oh Suzie Q
Oh Suzie Q
Baby I love you
SuzieQ
I like the way you walk
I like the way you talk
I like the way you walk I like the way you talk
Suzie Q
(Guitar solo)
Oh say that youll be true
Oh say that youll be true
Oh say that youll be true and never leave me blue
Suzie Q
Oh say that youll be mine
Oh say that youll be mine
Oh say that youll be mine Baby all the time
Suzie Q
(Guitar solo)
Oh.. Suzie Q
Oh ..Suzie Q
Baby, I love you
SuzieQ
I like the way you walk
I like the way you talk
I like the way you walk, I like the way you talk
Suzie Q
Oh Suzie Q
Oh Suzie Q
Oh Suzie Q
Baby I love you
Suzie Q
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Wolle
Guest
Moin,
Die Schleswiger-Wallache Umberto (links vorn) und Urson (rechts hinten) aus dem Museumsdorf Volksdorf am Göpel der Dreschmaschine (im Hintergrund).
Die beiden sind echte Arbeitspferde, sie gehen nicht nur vor der Kutsche, sondern auch vor dem Pflug und sie werden zu Waldarbeiten eingesetzt.
Jethro Tull:
Heavy Horses
Iron-clad feather-feet pounding the dust
On octobers day, towards evening
Sweat embossed veins standing proud to the plough
Salt on a deep chest, seasoning
Last of the line at an honest days toil
Turning the deep sod under
Flint at the fetlock, chasing the bone
Flies at the nostrils plunder.
The suffolk, the clydesdale, the percheron vie
With the shire on his feathers floating
Hauling soft timber into the dusk
To bed on a warm straw coating.
Heavy horses, move the land under me
Behind the plough gliding --- slipping and sliding free
Now youre down to the few
And theres no work to do
The tractors on its way.
Let me find you a filly for your proud stallion seed
To keep the old line going.
And well stand you abreast at the back of the woods
Behind the young trees growing
To hide you from eyes that mock at your girth,
Youre eighteen hands at the shoulder
And one day when the oil barons have all dripped dry
And the nights are seen to draw colder
Theyll beg for your strength, your gentle power
Your noble grace and your bearing
And youll strain once again to the sound of the gulls
In the wake of the deep plough, sharing.
Standing like tanks on the brow of the hill
Up into the cold wind facing
In stiff battle harness, chained to the world
Against the low sun racing
Bring me a wheel of oaken wood
A rein of polished leather
A heavy horse and a tumbling sky
Brewing heavy weather.
Bring a song for the evening
Clean brass to flash the dawn
Across these acres glistening
Like dew on a carpet lawn
In these dark towns folk lie sleeping
As the heavy horses thunder by
To wake the dying city
With the living horsemans cry
At once the old hands quicken
Bring pick and wisp and curry comb
Thrill to the sound of all
The heavy horses coming home.
Iron-clad feather-feet pounding the dust
On octobers day, towards evening
Sweat embossed veins standing proud to the plough
Salt on a deep chest, seasoning
Bring me a wheel of oaken wood
A rein of polished leather
A heavy horse and a tumbling sky
Brewing heavy weather.
Heavy horses, move the land under me
Behind the plough gliding slipping and sliding free
Now youre down to the few
And theres no work to do
The tractors on its way.
Heavy Horses
Iron-clad feather-feet pounding the dust
On octobers day, towards evening
Sweat embossed veins standing proud to the plough
Salt on a deep chest, seasoning
Last of the line at an honest days toil
Turning the deep sod under
Flint at the fetlock, chasing the bone
Flies at the nostrils plunder.
The suffolk, the clydesdale, the percheron vie
With the shire on his feathers floating
Hauling soft timber into the dusk
To bed on a warm straw coating.
Heavy horses, move the land under me
Behind the plough gliding --- slipping and sliding free
Now youre down to the few
And theres no work to do
The tractors on its way.
Let me find you a filly for your proud stallion seed
To keep the old line going.
And well stand you abreast at the back of the woods
Behind the young trees growing
To hide you from eyes that mock at your girth,
Youre eighteen hands at the shoulder
And one day when the oil barons have all dripped dry
And the nights are seen to draw colder
Theyll beg for your strength, your gentle power
Your noble grace and your bearing
And youll strain once again to the sound of the gulls
In the wake of the deep plough, sharing.
Standing like tanks on the brow of the hill
Up into the cold wind facing
In stiff battle harness, chained to the world
Against the low sun racing
Bring me a wheel of oaken wood
A rein of polished leather
A heavy horse and a tumbling sky
Brewing heavy weather.
Bring a song for the evening
Clean brass to flash the dawn
Across these acres glistening
Like dew on a carpet lawn
In these dark towns folk lie sleeping
As the heavy horses thunder by
To wake the dying city
With the living horsemans cry
At once the old hands quicken
Bring pick and wisp and curry comb
Thrill to the sound of all
The heavy horses coming home.
Iron-clad feather-feet pounding the dust
On octobers day, towards evening
Sweat embossed veins standing proud to the plough
Salt on a deep chest, seasoning
Bring me a wheel of oaken wood
A rein of polished leather
A heavy horse and a tumbling sky
Brewing heavy weather.
Heavy horses, move the land under me
Behind the plough gliding slipping and sliding free
Now youre down to the few
And theres no work to do
The tractors on its way.
Die Schleswiger-Wallache Umberto (links vorn) und Urson (rechts hinten) aus dem Museumsdorf Volksdorf am Göpel der Dreschmaschine (im Hintergrund).
Die beiden sind echte Arbeitspferde, sie gehen nicht nur vor der Kutsche, sondern auch vor dem Pflug und sie werden zu Waldarbeiten eingesetzt.
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Chilly Water
von Widespread Panic
In the easy chair with my boots on
Melted whiskey in my hand
I couldn't have been asleep for more than three hours
Time to go to work again
Once more I beat the sunrise
And there's a dark breeze at my door
Raise the water from the well up to my face
How could a man like me be poor?
As long as there's water
Chilly wet water
Gimme some of that cool water
Well, my horse's eyes are glassy
He breathed the city in his lungs last night
I lead his natural body
To the trough to regain his might
Red rooster crow them blues here
That Old Blue he round the bull
And the mornin's crying rays of sunrise
It hasn't rained for three weeks full
As long as there's water
Chilly well water
Gimme some of that cool, cool water
Venus light is rising
I lay my buckets inside the shed
And there's a man I see - a stranger
Leaning on the gate outside my fence
Said "I'm riding out from the city
Where they started holding water back last night
I was hoping I could get a drink from your well
Before I ride on to another city tonight"
Before I ride on to another city tonight
Before I ride on to another city tonight
Chilly well, chilly well water
Cool well, chilly well water
Before I ride on
Warum war der Fred hier eigentlich noch vor Kurzem geschlossen?
von Widespread Panic
In the easy chair with my boots on
Melted whiskey in my hand
I couldn't have been asleep for more than three hours
Time to go to work again
Once more I beat the sunrise
And there's a dark breeze at my door
Raise the water from the well up to my face
How could a man like me be poor?
As long as there's water
Chilly wet water
Gimme some of that cool water
Well, my horse's eyes are glassy
He breathed the city in his lungs last night
I lead his natural body
To the trough to regain his might
Red rooster crow them blues here
That Old Blue he round the bull
And the mornin's crying rays of sunrise
It hasn't rained for three weeks full
As long as there's water
Chilly well water
Gimme some of that cool, cool water
Venus light is rising
I lay my buckets inside the shed
And there's a man I see - a stranger
Leaning on the gate outside my fence
Said "I'm riding out from the city
Where they started holding water back last night
I was hoping I could get a drink from your well
Before I ride on to another city tonight"
Before I ride on to another city tonight
Before I ride on to another city tonight
Chilly well, chilly well water
Cool well, chilly well water
Before I ride on
Warum war der Fred hier eigentlich noch vor Kurzem geschlossen?
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Wolle
Guest
Moin,
Soweit ich weiß, gibt es hier eine Automatik, die Schredds schließt, wenn zu lange nichts geschrieben wurde. Ein freundlicher Moderator hat ihn auf meine Bitte hin wieder geöffnet.
Dafür mein Dank.
Soweit ich weiß, gibt es hier eine Automatik, die Schredds schließt, wenn zu lange nichts geschrieben wurde. Ein freundlicher Moderator hat ihn auf meine Bitte hin wieder geöffnet.
Dafür mein Dank.
Kommentar
The Babys
"World In A Bottle"
"World In A Bottle"
Give your love away, it's not the way you seem
'Cos someone's just come in your life, and broken up your dreams
Look into my eyes and tell me what you see
And if my eyes are empty, well that's the way I'm meant to be
What I got, who am I, I got the world in a bottle
Whatever I once was is fading fast away
'Cos someone's just come in your life, and broken up your dreams
Look into my eyes and tell me what you see
And if my eyes are empty, well that's the way I'm meant to be
What I got, who am I, I got the world in a bottle
Whatever I once was is fading fast away
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Spoken:
And you can dance for inspiration.
Come on. I'm waiting!
Chorus:
Get into the groove.
Boy you've got to prove your love to me,
Yeah.
Get up on your feet, yeah, step to the beat,
boy, what will it be?
Music can be such a revelation.
Dancing around you feel the sweet sensation.
We might be lovers if the rythms right.
I hope this feeling never ends tonight.
Read more: http://artists.letssingit.com/madonna-lyrics-into-the-groove-jdlhgb7#ixzz3L0Y9Ry8N
LetsSingIt - Your favorite Music Community
Viele Grüße
Salomon
And you can dance for inspiration.
Come on. I'm waiting!
Chorus:
Get into the groove.
Boy you've got to prove your love to me,
Yeah.
Get up on your feet, yeah, step to the beat,
boy, what will it be?
Music can be such a revelation.
Dancing around you feel the sweet sensation.
We might be lovers if the rythms right.
I hope this feeling never ends tonight.
Read more: http://artists.letssingit.com/madonna-lyrics-into-the-groove-jdlhgb7#ixzz3L0Y9Ry8N
LetsSingIt - Your favorite Music Community
Viele Grüße
Salomon
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So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell
Blue skies from pain
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in a war
For a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl
Year after year
Running over the same old ground
What have we found?
The same old fears
Wish you were here
Heaven from Hell
Blue skies from pain
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in a war
For a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl
Year after year
Running over the same old ground
What have we found?
The same old fears
Wish you were here
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Sklave der Liebe 1987
Sklave der Liebe 9+ / Pfalz von 1990
Sklave der Liebe – bin ich nicht, aber die Triebe, die Triebe, die Triebe.
Mein Kopf, der ist so leer, wie ein Zahnrad ohne Zacken,
mach mich noch mal an, du Engel der Gosse. Du weisst, ich bin ein Mann, Mann, Mann.
Oh, lass mich bei dir sein, oh lass mich bei dir sein – be my dream, be my life.
Pogo, Pogo, pogo – hast du mich angemacht, Pogo ist mein Liebstes. Ich will dich, du Engel der Gosse. Ich will. Du Engel der Gosse – be my dream and be my life, be my dream and be my life.
Jaaa, der Saft, der muss jetzt raus. Ich weiss doch was ich will, ich weiss, was ich will.
Leben ohne Saft ist Sterben ohne Liebe – be my dream and be my life, be my dream, be my life.
…..
Du Engel der Gosse, ich liebe dich. Sklave der Liebe, bin ich nicht, aber….Nass geschwitzt, nur für dich.
Sklave der Liebe 9+ / Pfalz von 1990
Sklave der Liebe – bin ich nicht, aber die Triebe, die Triebe, die Triebe.
Mein Kopf, der ist so leer, wie ein Zahnrad ohne Zacken,
mach mich noch mal an, du Engel der Gosse. Du weisst, ich bin ein Mann, Mann, Mann.
Oh, lass mich bei dir sein, oh lass mich bei dir sein – be my dream, be my life.
Pogo, Pogo, pogo – hast du mich angemacht, Pogo ist mein Liebstes. Ich will dich, du Engel der Gosse. Ich will. Du Engel der Gosse – be my dream and be my life, be my dream and be my life.
Jaaa, der Saft, der muss jetzt raus. Ich weiss doch was ich will, ich weiss, was ich will.
Leben ohne Saft ist Sterben ohne Liebe – be my dream and be my life, be my dream, be my life.
…..
Du Engel der Gosse, ich liebe dich. Sklave der Liebe, bin ich nicht, aber….Nass geschwitzt, nur für dich.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1hBEHMk5HyA
In Frankfurt/Airport im Keller hatten wir Ende 80 bis Mitte 90 im Dorian Gray die Nächte auf Sklave und andere durchgetanzt....
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