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[hawkhead]

Downtown anywhere, USA
You can find yourself
A Hard Rock Cafe

Put your money on a number
Anyone can play
Come on and tell us all about
What happened to you today
At the Hard Rock Cafe

Come to the Hard Rock Cafe
I hope you can find your way
To the Hard Rock Cafe

After a hard days work
I guarantee there just
Isn`t anywhere better to be

If you`re unable to
Find good company
You can always sit down
And watch the color TV
At the Hard Rock Cafe

Come to the Hard Rock Cafe
The regulars can`t keep away
From the Hard Rock Cafe

And if you`re feeling just
A little bit lonely
Don`t sit at home just hoping
Come on down to where
The spirit flows so freely
You know that door is always open
At the Hard Rock Cafe

Come to the Hard Rock Cafe
They will help keep
Your blues at bay
At the Hard Rock Cafe

(Hard Rock Cafe)
(Hard Rock Cafe)
(Hard Rock Cafe).....

by:  Carole King
Lyrics by:  Carole King

[Sofakles]

wer weiss denn eins

[StellaLuna]

sofa
in München, Marienplatz soll`s eins geben

In downtown an` uptown two different
Ways of life the first is in the second
Is out who`s carin` about you can feel
Big emotions livin` in the side o`fun
But if you wanna be realized
Choose the other side...

When you walk through the streets
Outside of the town so many lights
An` all around everybody`s havin` fun
When you move inside of town in the
World of "9 to 5" lot of money big
Career they like to live this way

Even if you try to look for your side
Really don`t you know to choose the
Right one

Livin` in a big city... all right
Take it easy. . . oh yeah
Lovin` in a big city... all right
Is not easy... oh yeah

A big city with real life that`s what
I need to feel good i`m gonna choose
About different ways of life... such a
Big dilemma in my mind good love some
Good friends it`s what
I really care `cause i got my money
I got my car that`s enough for me

I don`t care about which is the best
Side `cause i really know what
I want in my life

Livin` in a big city... all right
Take it easy... Oh yeah
Lovin` in a big city... all right
Is not easy... oh yeah

[wolaufensie]

...am platzel 1...in der Nähe des Hofbräus...
...da gehen aber doch nur die Touris hin...
http://www.munichx.de/incs/werbung/patenschaften.php ....................

[Sofakles]

stella
nimm das jetzt als persönliche Empfehlung
trotz der hintertürlichen Formulierung
WEHE DIR ,es entspricht nicht dem O-Ton von hawk !!

[wolaufensie]

http://www.elektradrive.com/discography/lyrics/big_city/big_…

[StellaLuna]

sofa
wie meinen

[StellaLuna]

Danke, wolaufensie - hab`s vergessen

[Domstaedter]

Oder in Köln....




http://www.hrc-cologne.de/start.htm

[hawkhead]

http://www.hardrock.com/locations/cafes/

Ich war nie in einem
Das Münchner sah mir aber nicht danach aus als ob es für mich gemacht wär - ich glaub für´s HardRockCafé muss man Touri sein

[bo2000]

hawkhead, das glaube ich auch. ich war als ebensolcher touri mal vor langem in london im hardrock-cafe, aber nur (wie das sechzehnjährige eben tun ), um ein t-shirt käuflich zu erwerben.

[Sofakles]

Stella
einig dich mal mit hawk-10
sonst kannst mich ja gleich zum Hofbäuhaus schicken

[hawkhead]

Bo2000 so ging es mir grad vorgestern in Amsterdam - aber nicht mit nem HardRockCafé sondern mit dem Melkweg.Hab dem Dolcetto auch ein T-Shirt mitgebracht (weiss er noch gar nicht - is ja in Urlaub...). Dumm is nur: die grösste Grösse war large... also nicht dass ich so gross wäre, aber in A´dam ist man für gewöhnlich doch eher breit

[hawkhead]

... noch dazu isses so´n ärmelloses Teil - ich dachte: na, gut dann halt´n cooles Muscle-Shirt was etwas zu eng ist ...
Mein Mädel meinte aber gar, es wäre ein Girlie-Schnitt Naja, es wird Dolcetto´s Weiblichkeit etwas unterstreichen

[hawkhead]

@sofakles


Hard Rock Cafe, Platzl 1, 80331 Munich, Germany



Hofbräuhaus, Platzl 9, 80331 München

[bo2000]

#14

#15

[CockneyRebel]

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Also ich kann nur mit dem Hard Shock-Kaffee dienen, den Du mit nach Hamburch genommen hast!
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[hawkhead]

MissRebel macht in ihrem Alice´s Restaurant vorzüglichen Pfefferminz-Kaffee! Nicht zu aufdringlich sondern von diskretem Charme und Aroma. Auf der Zunge dezent pelzig und im Abgang luftig-leicht! Jedem Durchreisenden sei ein Zwischenstop @Rebel´sPlace dringend angeraten!

[CockneyRebel]

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Welcome to the Hotel Coffee-Fornia! Also für alle zum Mitschreiben das Rezept: Jahrelang für Pfefferminztee immer dieselbe Kanne nehmen. Dann für einen lieben, frühmorgens abreisenden Gast kurz mit heißem Kaffee auffüllen, fertig ist der Muntermacher! Nach etwas Durchschütteln auf der A7 lösen sich die Restbestände des Tees vollständig und harmonieren perfekt mit der feinfruchtigen Note von Melitta Gold! Dazu passt junges Gemüse in allen Variationen
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[hawkhead]

... such a lovely place ... such a lovely face ...

[aekschonaer]

blah blah "Hard Rock Cafe"

In Edinburgh soll ja das Orginal sein.

Stink normale Pinte.

[CockneyRebel]

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We haven`t had that spirit here since 1969 !
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[CockneyRebel]

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And still those voices are calling from far away
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[CockneyRebel]

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I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway
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[aekschonaer]

We haven`t had that spirit here since 1969

nun ja. da war schon eine mit spirit.

ansonsten?

normale kneipe!

[CockneyRebel]

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"On a dark desert highway "...

sach jetz nix gegen die B27!
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[aekschonaer]

ne ne. nix gegen die b27.
steht für sich.

[CockneyRebel]

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aek,

ist Highway 61 für Arme wie mich!
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[aekschonaer]

Ich schliesse mich an, da ich auch nur zwei Arme habe.

[hawkhead]

A church house gin house
A school house outhouse
On highway number nineteen
The people keep the city clean
They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush
They call it Nutbush city limits

[CockneyRebel]

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Was`n church house gin house?

Auch nur ne stinknormale Kneipe mit`m Kreuz drauf?
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[hawkhead]

So the old Rocker gets out his bike to make a ton
Before he takes his leave
Upon the A1 by Scotch Corner just like it used to be
And as he flies - tears in his eyes - his mind -
whipped words echo the final take
As he hits the trunk road doing around 120
with no room left to brake
And he was too old to rock`n`roll, but he was too young to die

[CockneyRebel]

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Oh was für ein schönes Lied...

da sind nicht nur Hawk und Cockney ergriffen, auch aek muss eine Träne wegdrücken, oder...
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[hawkhead]

Hawk drückt jetzt erstmal einen Sandmann ... gute Nacht!

[CockneyRebel]

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Haste keine Sandfrau?

Schlaf schön
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[wolaufensie]

And some of them own big bath rooms
And meet at the sandmans rooms do`s
For sleep on a Sunday, sleep on every day
They`ve thrown away their blue suede shoes

...und der Rest fliegt gleich in den Wäschesack...

[CockneyRebel]

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@wolaufensie:


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[CockneyRebel]

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[CockneyRebel]

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...und immer wieder gut:


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[hawkhead]

Danke für den teaser muss heut aber mal was ranklotzen... keine Zeit

[CockneyRebel]

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Dann probier` ich`s heute mit einem neuen Teaser!

Die junge Dame hat vermutlich in den Tagen vor dem Foto etwas wenig Schlaf bekommen... kann eigentlich nur eine unserer w:0-Power-Userinnen sein!



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[hawkhead]

da greif ich dann doch lieber den teaser aus #39 auf und kontere mit

[CockneyRebel]

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[CockneyRebel]

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Und da bin ich doch schon wieder auf eine interessante Querverbindung gestoßen!

War Arthur Brown in Amsterdam bei Hawkwind dabei?

Auf Browns Homepage war ich gerade und hab gesehen, dass er auch schon seit langem Gigs mit Nick Pynn macht.

Nick Pynn wiederum war `ne Zeitlang Mitglied von Cockney Rebel... auch bei einem der Konzerte, die ich gesehen habe. Der Junge ist klasse, wie Harley und er sich musikalisch die Bälle zugeworfen haben, das war allererste Sahne!

Na, da sind unsere Nicks (auch das noch, "Nicks"!) ja sogar um 3 Ecken verwandt!
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[CockneyRebel]

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Nick Pynn is a multi-instrumentalist who performs his own muisc on violin, guitar, dulcimer, bouzouki, mandocello, banjo etc. He has played violin and Guitar for Steve Harley and Cockney Rebel for the last eight years and has recently completed a national tour with Steve as an acoustic duo.

http://www.qbranch.demon.co.uk/music.htm

Dann ist der das auch auf Deiner Acoustic-CD von Harley!


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[hawkhead]

Arthur Brown war - wie auch andere Bandmitglieder - in Amsterdam nicht dabei ... die wären nur mitgekommen, wenn Cornberg/Schrecksbach nicht ausgefallen wäre So hatten wir das Vergnügen einen Lichttechniker als 2. Gitarristen zu begrüssen Die Windies sind halt immer wieder für ne Überraschung gut

Bilder von Amsterdam gibt´s hier (längere Ladezeit):
http://home.arcor.de/moonshake/hawkwind/


Bilder von Hawkwind´s Frühjahr-Tour (mit Arthus Brown) gibt´s dort:
http://www.users.globalnet.co.uk/~hwind/gigs/st_2003/Ast2003…

Hier von Ende Juli mit besseren Arthur-Pics:
http://www.users.globalnet.co.uk/~hwind/gigs/rb2003/RB03t.ht…



Arthur Brown übrigens hat vor 1-2 Jahren auf dem Herzberg-Festibval einen irren unplugged-gig hingelegt - einer seiner beiden Gitarristen war Eric Faulkner von den - BayCityRollers

[CockneyRebel]

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Hawkie,

bei den Amsterdam-Bildern, die Du verlinkt hast, kommt bei mir sofort das echte Konzert-Feeling wieder auf. So habe ich auch schon manchen Live-Auftritt erlebt!

Aber es sind auch richtig gute dabei!



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[hawkhead]

naja, Hawkwind-Konzerte sind meist Optik pur!

[CockneyRebel]

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Aber das hier ist natürlich schön!



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[hawkhead]

ich hatte von weiter hinten auch pics gemacht + sie dem Macher dieser Bilder gesandt - er wollte sie auch online stellen (obwohl sie ziemlich mies sind...) ... na mal sehn

[CockneyRebel]

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Priorität hatte für ihn offenbar das Bild von einem anderen Event
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[hawkhead]

is auch auch richtig so - darum bat ich ihn doch

[CockneyRebel]

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Bei Deinem engen Zeitrahmen hat es für einen Besuch hier wohl nicht mehr ganz gereicht?



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[hawkhead]

Stimmt .. ausserdem gibt´s in A´dam keine Parkplätze (aber viele Park-Krallen)

[CockneyRebel]

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Immerhin eine Gelegenheit, mal `ne nette Polizistin kennenzulernen!

The Beatles

Lovely Rita

Lovely rita meter maid.
Lovely rita meter maid.
Lovely rita meter maid.
Nothing can come between us,
When it gets dark I tow your heart away.
Standing by a parking meter,
When I caught a glimpse of rita,
Filling in a ticket in her little white book.
In a cap she looked much older,
And the bag across her shoulder
Made her look a little like a military man.
Lovely rita meter maid,
May I inquire discreetly,
When are you free,
To take some tea with me.
Took her out and tried to win her,
Had a laugh and over dinner,
Told her I would really like to see her again,
Got the bill and rita paid it,
Took her home I nearly made it,
Sitting on the sofa with a sister or two.
Oh, lovely rita meter maid,
Where would I be without you,
Give us a wink and make me think of you.
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[StellaLuna]

CockneyRebel`s Holiday-Song

Teach Me Tiger

Teach me tiger i would kiss you.. wa wa wa wah
Show me tiger i´ll would kiss you.. wa wa wa wah
Take my lips, they belong to you..
But teach me first, teach me what to do..

Touch me tiger when i´m close to you wa wa wa wa wa
Help me tiger i dont know what to do wa wa wa wah
I know that you could love me to
But show me first, show me what to do
This is the first love, that i have ever known
What must i do to make you my wery own.. ?

Teach me tiger and i will teeease you wa wa wa wah
Tiger tiger i wanna squeeze you wa wa wa wah
All of my love I will give to you
But teace me TIGER.. or i´ll teach you

ooh.. tiger .. tiigeeR.. tigrrrR..
(April Stevens)

[CockneyRebel]

Teach Me Tiger
(written by: Nino Tempo)
Buy this album!
From the album "Teach Me Tiger"

April Stevens and Nino Tempo are brother and sister, Carol & Antonino Tempio. [/b]Nino wrote "Teach Me Tiger" in 1959, it was released the first time on single and on album in 1960.

Hackt nur auf mir rum wegen meiner Nino-Aktien!

Welch ein feeling in diesem Song, Stella - wie den Autoren doch die Hormone auch die Welt der Grammatik neu erschlossen haben

"Show me tiger i´ll would kiss you.. wa wa wa wah"" *grunz* "my wery own"

Endgeil!
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[CockneyRebel]

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...und ansonsten danke, Stella,

always your SchmuseTIIIIIIIGGGGGGGRRRRRRR!



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[StellaLuna]

der frißt die Welt der Grammatik

[CockneyRebel]

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Im Zusammenhang mit "teach" passt ja auch wunderbar der Klassiker der Lords, "Poor Boy", mit dem schönen Ausrutscher:


The Lords

Poor Boy

When I was born you know
I couldn`t speak "I`ll go"
My mother worked each day
and she learned me to say.
Mother and father and son

sister and uncle have fun
and she learned me to say
life is so hard each day.

Poor boy you must know
poor boy life is so hard to go
poor boy
poor boy you must say
life is very hard to stay

When I was born you know
I couldn`t speak "I`ll go"
My mother worked each day
and she learned me to say.
Mother and father and son

sister and uncle have fun
and she learned me to say
life is so hard each day
life is so hard each day
life is so hard each day.

[CockneyRebel]

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Schade, dass "Lord Ulli" nicht mehr lebt. Ich hab` die Jungs ab und zu mal auf`m Stadtfest hier gesehen, die haben ganz schön abgeräumt... Nicht wegen übergroßen künstlerischen Anspruchs, sondern durch `ne schöne Mischung aus guter Laune und Selbstironie...



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[hawkhead]

The Lords ... at the HardRockCafe ...
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Motörhead • (We Are) The Road Crew

Another town another place,
Another girl, another face,
Another truce, another race,

I`m eating junk, feeling bad,
Another night, I`m going mad,
My woman`s leaving, I feel sad,

But I just love the life I lead,
Another beer is what I need,
Another gig my ears bleed,

We Are The Road Crew

Another town I`ve left behind,
Another drink completely blind,
Another hotel I can`t find,

Another backstage pass for you,
Another tube of super glue,
Another border to get through,

I`m driving like a maniac,
Driving my way to hell and back,
Another room a case to pack,

We Are The Road Crew

Another hotel we can burn,
Another screw, another turn,
Another Europe map to learn,

Another truckstop on the way,
Another game I learn to play,
Another word I learn to say,

Another bloody customs post,
Another fucking foreign coast,
Another set of scars to boast,

We Are The Road Crew

[CockneyRebel]

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`tschuldigung... konnte ja nicht ahnen, dass Dein Türsteher die Gäste so genau auswählt!


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[hawkhead]

ich hab´s ihm schon öfters gesagt - er meint nur immer: so schnell wie die Leut drin sind hat er sich nicht mal umgedreht

Naja wie wir schon lernten hat das HardRockCafé ja auch nicht zwingend was mit Selbem zu tun...

[CockneyRebel]

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Wenn ich schon nicht reindarf,




mach ich`s mir halt draussen gemütlich!



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[CockneyRebel]

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Aber hiermit habe ich sicher keine Probleme, zumal auch grammatikalisch alles korrekt ist und die Lautstärke stimmt!

In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida

In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida, honey,
don`t you know that I love you?
In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida, baby,
don`t you know that I`ll always be true?

Oh, won`t you come with me
and take my hand?

Oh, won`t you come with me
and walk this land?

Please take my hand!

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[hawkhead]

also gut - bevor Du weitere Backstage-Details preisgibst: rein mit Dir

[CockneyRebel]

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Okay, gerne! Ich bring auch gleich 2 Mädels mit!


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[CockneyRebel]

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...und die stehen auf sowas:

Steve Harley & Cockney Rebel:

Sling It!

The ship was sailing through a tempest of fear
There was lightning and explosions galore
And the waves came whooshing and crashing and boy!
It was panic as we swam for the shore
There were ladies and babies being trampled to hell
Where ihe flames flickered happy and sad
And the honey-coloured moon was bouncing around
He was laughing, saying: "dear, this is mad!!!"
Oh, come on!
Oh, come on!
Oh, come on! let`s sling it and do it again!"

Then a message flashed in the sky by the sun:
"be careful, ihis is only a game!



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[CockneyRebel]

Nachtrag zu Sling It!... (Artworks created for MAGIC.)

[hawkhead]

Zu #68 ein Auszug aus

Sisters of Mercy • More

Some people get by
With a little understanding
Some people get by
With a whole lot more
I don`t know
Why you gotta be so undemanding
One thing I know
I want more
I want more

[Juno234]

Kommst du aus Berlin, CR? Von wegen Stadtfest mit den Lords und so?

[CockneyRebel]

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Hi Juno,

schön, Dich wieder mal zu treffen!

In Berlin sind die Lords bestimmt viel häufiger gewesen (und sind sie noch, sie machen ja, glaube ich, weiter). Bei mir waren es die Stadtfeste in der südniedersächsischen Provinz...

Hast Du sie in Berlin gesehen? Wäre `ne hübsche Anreise, da kommen bei Dir doch ein paar Kilometer zusammen?

Liebe Grüße,
CR
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[Juno234]

Guten Morgen CR,
ja, ich hab sie ein paar Mal in Berlin gesehen In seeligen Schülerzeiten. Dass sie immer noch spielen, wußte ich nicht
Allen einen schönen Tag!

[Juno234]

Deren Homepage gibt ja nicht allzu viel her mit Terminen

"THE LORDS sind durchgängig auf Tour"

[hawkhead]

Moin

http://www.konzertkarten-online.com/the_lords_tickets.html

Veranstaltung: THE LORDS • Datum: 29.08.2003 • Uhrzeit: 20:00  
Adresse: SILBERLANDHALLE , TALSTR. 8 - 10 , 09456 ANNABERG-BUCHHOLZ

[Juno234]

Danke

[JuanLesPins]

Hi,

ein leicht verklärter Blick in die Vergangenheit kann ja schön sein. Aber wie wär`s mit einem Blick in die Zukunft? Sozusagen Back to the Roots! The White Stripes!!!

http://www.jpc.de/cgi-bin/ram.cgi/d3/227/016/LEZXOYPBCZARGXK…

[hawkhead]

ein "Blick in die Zukunft"? Der Monitor blieb schwarz aber die Trommelfelle wurden angenehm gereizt Danke & welcome, Juan

Hier etwas mit Optik: System of a Down "Boom" Videoclip by Michael Moore.

30MB(!)-Fassung hier
http://images.indymedia.org/imc/Boom.mpg

[JuanLesPins]

Hi hawk,

von den Lords bis zu System of a Down. Das nenne ich Flexibilität!

Der Download dauerte mir trotz DSL zu lange. Boom konnte ich trotzdem hören. Das habe ich auf`m Rechner, "by Kaza."

[hawkhead]

Juan ... hier etwas zur Entstehung des Clips:
http://www.hr-online.de/fs/hauptsachekultur/themen/030320the…

und hier der Clip als Realplayer-Datei zum Streamen (geht schnell, da kein Download erforderlich )
http://www.sonymusic.com/artists/SystemOfADown/Videos/BOOMVi…

[Iguana]

ich hoffe The Kinks sind rebellisch und hart genug, um im hardrock cafe einlass zu bekommen. ihr song, dessen credo mich durch das leben begleitet hat:

THE KINKS

I`M NOT LIKE EVERYBODY ELSE

I won`t take all that they hand me down,
And make out a smile, though I wear a frown,
And I won`t take it all lying down,
`Cause once I get started I go to town.

`Cause I`m not like everybody else,
I`m not like everybody else,
I`m not like everybody else,
I`m not like everybody else.

And I don`t want to ball about like everybody else,
And I don`t want to live my life like everybody else,
And I won`t say that I feel fine like everybody else,
`Cause I`m not like everybody else,
I`m not like everybody else.

But darling, you know that I love you true,
Do anything that you want me to,
Confess all my sins like you want me to,
There`s one thing that I will say to you,
I`m not like everybody else,
I`m not like everybody else.

I`m not like everybody else,
I`m not like everybody else
And I don`t want to ball about like everybody else,
And I don`t want to live my life like everybody else,
And I won`t say that I feel fine like everybody else,
`Cause I`m not like everybody else,
I`m not like everybody else.

Like everybody else,
Like everybody else,
Like everybody else,
Like everybody else.

If you all want me to settle down,
Slow up and stop all my running `round,
Do everything like you want me to,
There`s one thing that I will say to you,
I`m not like everybody else,
I`m not like everybody else.

I`m not like everybody else,
I`m not like everybody else.
And I don`t want to ball about like everybody else,
And I don`t want to live my life like everybody else,
And I won`t say that I feel fine like everybody else,
`Cause I`m not like everybody else,
I`m not like everybody else.

Like everybody else (like everybody else),
Like everybody else (like everybody else),
Like everybody else (like everybody else),
Like everybody else.

iguana

[hawkhead]

Die Kinks - klar doch, die gehören hier rein - die haben doch VanHalen´s "You really got me" gecovert

Aber nochmal zu den Lords ... @Juno234 ... am 11.9. spielen die in München in der Elserhalle ... wenn Du kommen magst, gib Bescheid & ansonsten : wenn die zwei Konzerte geben, ist die Wahrscheinlichkeit recht hoch, dass es noch mehr gibt?!

[hawkhead]

@DOLCETTO (wennst wieder da bist): John Cale&Band 19.11. München, Muffathalle

[hawkhead]

Iguana #82 ... hätte auch kein Problem damit, hier Techno-Lyrics oder Wanderlieder zu analysieren

[CockneyRebel]

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Kundschaft!



Wir sind`s!



The Court of the Crimson King

The rusted chains of prison moons
Are shattered by the sun.
I walk a road, horizons change
The tournament`s begun.
The purple piper plays his tune,
The choir softly sing;
Three lullabies in an ancient tongue,
For the court of the crimson king.

The keeper of the city keys
Put shutters on the dreams.
I wait outside the pilgrim`s door
With insufficient schemes.
The black queen chants
the funeral march,
The cracked brass bells will ring;
To summon back the fire witch
To the court of the crimson king.

The gardener plants an evergreen
Whilst trampling on a flower.
I chase the wind of a prism ship
To taste the sweet and sour.
The pattern juggler lifts his hand;
The orchestra begin.
As slowly turns the grinding wheel
In the court of the crimson king.

On soft gray mornings widows cry
The wise men share a joke;
I run to grasp divining signs
To satisfy the hoax.
The yellow jester does not play
But gentle pulls the strings
And smiles as the puppets dance
In the court of the crimson king.


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[CockneyRebel]

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Wenn wir nichts zu trinken kriegen, singen wir noch einen!

Dann wird`s aber richtig laut!


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[CockneyRebel]

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Also gut!



21st Century Schizoid Man

Cat’s foot iron claw
Neuro-surgeons scream for more
At paranoia’s poison door.
Twenty first century schizoid man.

Blood rack barbed wire
Polititians’ funeral pyre
Innocents raped with napalm fire
Twenty first century schizoid man.

Death seed blind man’s greed
Poets’ starving children bleed
Nothing he’s got he really needs
Twenty first century schizoid man.


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[hawkhead]

Prost, wenn Du Lautsprecher hast
http://www.geyers.info/sounds/Was%20trinken-48mono.mpga


Erkennst Du den Herrn in der Mitte?

[CockneyRebel]

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Danke schön!

So lässt es sich aushalten!

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[hawkhead]

hier die standesgemässe Begrüssung für Dich

http://www.les-gourmands.de/Ressourcen/mp3s/Serms056.mp3

[CockneyRebel]

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Ja, der in der Mitte! Der hat schon früher schöne Musik gemacht - und erst seit kurzem kenne ich die phantastischen Sachen, die er jetzt macht!

Ich erinnere mich an einen schönen Abend vor 3 Wochen in einem Soft Rock Cafe!
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[CockneyRebel]

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Als kleine Remineszenz an seine frühen Jahre...

Child In Time

Deep Purple

Sweet child in time you`ll see the line
The line that`s drawn between the good and the bad
See the blind man shooting at the world
Bullets flying taking toll
If you`ve been bad, Lord I bet you have
And you`ve been hit by flying lead
You`d better close your eyes and bow your head
And wait for the ricochet


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[hawkhead]

Die Geyers übrigens sind für gewöhnlich die Vorgruppe auf Tourneen - nett aber , da jedes Jahr das selbe Programm...

[Juno234]

#83 hawkhead, leider jetzt erst gesehen - wird wohl etwas knapp werden , aber "Danke"!

[CockneyRebel]

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Vielleicht gibt`s ja mal einen Auftritt, bei dem man sich treffen könnte.
.

[hawkhead]

Oh, is ja morgen also ich hab noch nix vor - it´s up to you

[hawkhead]

Ja Cockney, Du darfst auch mitkommen

[CockneyRebel]

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Der Besuch steht noch aus, danke!

Nur morgen isses ein bisschen knapp

... und der nächste Songtext ist dann doch Freddy, "100 Posts und ein Befehl" ?
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[Juno234]

Die 100 muss ich doch glatt vollmachen

[CockneyRebel]

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Juno, die 234 hole ich mir!
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[Crissie]

Hier kann ich ja gar nicht mitreden, müsste mich erstmal einlesen!
Liebe Grüsse Hawk

VMK

[hawkhead]

Welcome Crissie ... steht Hardrock drauf sind aber die Lords drin auch sonst easy listen ... äh reading

Congrats, juno

[hawkhead]

Vielleicht hätte ich den Thread besser "...You can get anything you want, at Alice`s Restaurant..." nennen sollen

Alice`s Restaurant
By Arlo Guthrie


This song is called Alice`s Restaurant, and it`s about Alice, and the
restaurant, but Alice`s Restaurant is not the name of the restaurant,
that`s just the name of the song, and that`s why I called the song Alice`s
Restaurant.

You can get anything you want at Alice`s Restaurant
You can get anything you want at Alice`s Restaurant
Walk right in it`s around the back
Just a half a mile from the railroad track
You can get anything you want at Alice`s Restaurant

Now it all started two Thanksgivings ago, was on - two years ago on
Thanksgiving, when my friend and I went up to visit Alice at the
restaurant, but Alice doesn`t live in the restaurant, she lives in the
church nearby the restaurant, in the bell-tower, with her husband Ray and
Fasha the dog. And livin` in the bell tower like that, they got a lot of
room downstairs where the pews used to be in. Havin` all that room,
seein` as how they took out all the pews, they decided that they didn`t
have to take out their garbage for a long time.

We got up there, we found all the garbage in there, and we decided it`d be
a friendly gesture for us to take the garbage down to the city dump. So
we took the half a ton of garbage, put it in the back of a red VW
microbus, took shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed
on toward the city dump.

Well we got there and there was a big sign and a chain across across the
dump saying, "Closed on Thanksgiving." And we had never heard of a dump
closed on Thanksgiving before, and with tears in our eyes we drove off
into the sunset looking for another place to put the garbage.

We didn`t find one. Until we came to a side road, and off the side of the
side road there was another fifteen foot cliff and at the bottom of the
cliff there was another pile of garbage. And we decided that one big pile
is better than two little piles, and rather than bring that one up we
decided to throw our`s down.

That`s what we did, and drove back to the church, had a thanksgiving
dinner that couldn`t be beat, went to sleep and didn`t get up until the
next morning, when we got a phone call from officer Obie. He said, "Kid,
we found your name on an envelope at the bottom of a half a ton of
garbage, and just wanted to know if you had any information about it." And
I said, "Yes, sir, Officer Obie, I cannot tell a lie, I put that envelope
under that garbage."

After speaking to Obie for about fourty-five minutes on the telephone we
finally arrived at the truth of the matter and said that we had to go down
and pick up the garbage, and also had to go down and speak to him at the
police officer`s station. So we got in the red VW microbus with the
shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed on toward the
police officer`s station.

Now friends, there was only one or two things that Obie coulda done at
the police station, and the first was he could have given us a medal for
being so brave and honest on the telephone, which wasn`t very likely, and
we didn`t expect it, and the other thing was he could have bawled us out
and told us never to be see driving garbage around the vicinity again,
which is what we expected, but when we got to the police officer`s station
there was a third possibility that we hadn`t even counted upon, and we was
both immediately arrested. Handcuffed. And I said "Obie, I don`t think I
can pick up the garbage with these handcuffs on." He said, "Shut up, kid.
Get in the back of the patrol car."

And that`s what we did, sat in the back of the patrol car and drove to the
quote Scene of the Crime unquote. I want tell you about the town of
Stockbridge, Massachusets, where this happened here, they got three stop
signs, two police officers, and one police car, but when we got to the
Scene of the Crime there was five police officers and three police cars,
being the biggest crime of the last fifty years, and everybody wanted to
get in the newspaper story about it. And they was using up all kinds of
cop equipment that they had hanging around the police officer`s station.
They was taking plaster tire tracks, foot prints, dog smelling prints, and
they took twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy photographs with circles
and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explaining what each
one was to be used as evidence against us. Took pictures of the approach,
the getaway, the northwest corner the southwest corner and that`s not to
mention the aerial photography.

After the ordeal, we went back to the jail. Obie said he was going to put
us in the cell. Said, "Kid, I`m going to put you in the cell, I want your
wallet and your belt." And I said, "Obie, I can understand you wanting my
wallet so I don`t have any money to spend in the cell, but what do you
want my belt for?" And he said, "Kid, we don`t want any hangings." I
said, "Obie, did you think I was going to hang myself for littering?"
Obie said he was making sure, and friends Obie was, cause he took out the
toilet seat so I couldn`t hit myself over the head and drown, and he took
out the toilet paper so I couldn`t bend the bars roll out the - roll the
toilet paper out the window, slide down the roll and have an escape. Obie
was making sure, and it was about four or five hours later that Alice
(remember Alice? It`s a song about Alice), Alice came by and with a few
nasty words to Obie on the side, bailed us out of jail, and we went back
to the church, had a another thanksgiving dinner that couldn`t be beat,
and didn`t get up until the next morning, when we all had to go to court.

We walked in, sat down, Obie came in with the twenty seven eight-by-ten
colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back
of each one, sat down. Man came in said, "All rise." We all stood up,
and Obie stood up with the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy
pictures, and the judge walked in sat down with a seeing eye dog, and he
sat down, we sat down. Obie looked at the seeing eye dog, and then at the
twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows
and a paragraph on the back of each one, and looked at the seeing eye dog.
And then at twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles
and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one and began to cry,
`cause Obie came to the realization that it was a typical case of American
blind justice, and there wasn`t nothing he could do about it, and the
judge wasn`t going to look at the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy
pictures with the circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each
one explaining what each one was to be used as evidence against us. And
we was fined $50 and had to pick up the garbage in the snow, but thats not
what I came to tell you about.

Came to talk about the draft.

They got a building down New York City, it`s called Whitehall Street,
where you walk in, you get injected, inspected, detected, infected,
neglected and selected. I went down to get my physical examination one
day, and I walked in, I sat down, got good and drunk the night before, so
I looked and felt my best when I went in that morning. `Cause I wanted to
look like the all-American kid from New York City, man I wanted, I wanted
to feel like the all-, I wanted to be the all American kid from New York,
and I walked in, sat down, I was hung down, brung down, hung up, and all
kinds o` mean nasty ugly things. And I waked in and sat down and they gave
me a piece of paper, said, "Kid, see the phsychiatrist, room 604."

And I went up there, I said, "Shrink, I want to kill. I mean, I wanna, I
wanna kill. Kill. I wanna, I wanna see, I wanna see blood and gore and
guts and veins in my teeth. Eat dead burnt bodies. I mean kill, Kill,
KILL, KILL." And I started jumpin up and down yelling, "KILL, KILL," and
he started jumpin up and down with me and we was both jumping up and down
yelling, "KILL, KILL." And the sargent came over, pinned a medal on me,
sent me down the hall, said, "You`re our boy."

Didn`t feel too good about it.

Proceeded on down the hall gettin more injections, inspections,
detections, neglections and all kinds of stuff that they was doin` to me
at the thing there, and I was there for two hours, three hours, four
hours, I was there for a long time going through all kinds of mean nasty
ugly things and I was just having a tough time there, and they was
inspecting, injecting every single part of me, and they was leaving no
part untouched. Proceeded through, and when I finally came to the see the
last man, I walked in, walked in sat down after a whole big thing there,
and I walked up and said, "What do you want?" He said, "Kid, we only got
one question. Have you ever been arrested?"

And I proceeded to tell him the story of the Alice`s Restaurant Massacre,
with full orchestration and five part harmony and stuff like that and all
the phenome... - and he stopped me right there and said, "Kid, did you ever
go to court?"

And I proceeded to tell him the story of the twenty seven eight-by-ten
colour glossy pictures with the circles and arrows and the paragraph on
the back of each one, and he stopped me right there and said, "Kid, I want
you to go and sit down on that bench that says Group W .... NOW kid!!"

And I, I walked over to the, to the bench there, and there is, Group W`s
where they put you if you may not be moral enough to join the army after
committing your special crime, and there was all kinds of mean nasty ugly
looking people on the bench there. Mother rapers. Father stabbers. Father
rapers! Father rapers sitting right there on the bench next to me! And
they was mean and nasty and ugly and horrible crime-type guys sitting on the
bench next to me. And the meanest, ugliest, nastiest one, the meanest
father raper of them all, was coming over to me and he was mean `n` ugly
`n` nasty `n` horrible and all kind of things and he sat down next to me
and said, "Kid, whad`ya get?" I said, "I didn`t get nothing, I had to pay
$50 and pick up the garbage." He said, "What were you arrested for, kid?"
And I said, "Littering." And they all moved away from me on the bench
there, and the hairy eyeball and all kinds of mean nasty things, till I
said, "And creating a nuisance." And they all came back, shook my hand,
and we had a great time on the bench, talkin about crime, mother stabbing,
father raping, all kinds of groovy things that we was talking about on the
bench. And everything was fine, we was smoking cigarettes and all kinds of
things, until the Sargeant came over, had some paper in his hand, held it
up and said.

"Kids, this-piece-of-paper`s-got-47-words-37-sentences-58-words-we-wanna-
know-details-of-the-crime-time-of-the-crime-and-any-other-kind-of-thing-
you-gotta-say-pertaining-to-and-about-the-crime-I-want-to-know-arresting-
officer`s-name-and-any-other-kind-of-thing-you-gotta-say", and talked for
forty-five minutes and nobody understood a word that he said, but we had
fun filling out the forms and playing with the pencils on the bench there,
and I filled out the massacre with the four part harmony, and wrote it
down there, just like it was, and everything was fine and I put down the
pencil, and I turned over the piece of paper, and there, there on the
other side, in the middle of the other side, away from everything else on
the other side, in parentheses, capital letters, quotated, read the
following words:

("KID, HAVE YOU REHABILITATED YOURSELF?")

I went over to the sargent, said, "Sargeant, you got a lot a damn gall to
ask me if I`ve rehabilitated myself, I mean, I mean, I mean that just, I`m
sittin` here on the bench, I mean I`m sittin here on the Group W bench
`cause you want to know if I`m moral enough join the army, burn women,
kids, houses and villages after bein` a litterbug." He looked at me and
said, "Kid, we don`t like your kind, and we`re gonna send you fingerprints
off to Washington."

And friends, somewhere in Washington enshrined in some little folder, is a
study in black and white of my fingerprints. And the only reason I`m
singing you this song now is cause you may know somebody in a similar
situation, or you may be in a similar situation, and if your in a
situation like that there`s only one thing you can do and that`s walk into
the shrink wherever you are ,just walk in say "Shrink, You can get
anything you want, at Alice`s restaurant.". And walk out. You know, if
one person, just one person does it they may think he`s really sick and
they won`t take him. And if two people, two people do it, in harmony,
they may think they`re both faggots and they won`t take either of them.
And three people do it, three, can you imagine, three people walking in
singin a bar of Alice`s Restaurant and walking out. They may think it`s an
organization. And can you, can you imagine fifty people a day,I said
fifty people a day walking in singin a bar of Alice`s Restaurant and
walking out. And friends they may thinks it`s a movement.

And that`s what it is , the Alice`s Restaurant Anti-Massacre Movement, and
all you got to do to join is sing it the next time it come`s around on the
guitar.

With feeling. So we`ll wait for it to come around on the guitar, here and
sing it when it does. Here it comes.

You can get anything you want, at Alice`s Restaurant
You can get anything you want, at Alice`s Restaurant
Walk right in it`s around the back
Just a half a mile from the railroad track
You can get anything you want, at Alice`s Restaurant

That was horrible. If you want to end war and stuff you got to sing loud.
I`ve been singing this song now for twenty five minutes. I could sing it
for another twenty five minutes. I`m not proud... or tired.

So we`ll wait till it comes around again, and this time with four part
harmony and feeling.

We`re just waitin` for it to come around is what we`re doing.

All right now.

You can get anything you want, at Alice`s Restaurant
Excepting Alice
You can get anything you want, at Alice`s Restaurant
Walk right in it`s around the back
Just a half a mile from the railroad track
You can get anything you want, at Alice`s Restaurant

Da da da da da da da dum
At Alice`s Restaurant


©1966,1967 (Renewed) by Appleseed Music Inc. All Rights Reserved.

[CockneyRebel]

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Schön, dass jetzt auch Softrocker als Gäste willkommen sind... ich hätte da einen, der braucht ein bisschen Zerstreuung wegen seiner Jenny...


Drivers Seat

Sniff `n` The Tears

Doing alright
A little jiving on a Saturday night
And come what may
Gonna dance the day away

Jenny was sweet
Show a smile for the people she needs
I`m trouble, let`s drive,
I don`t know the way you came alive

News is blue (the news is blue)
Has its own way to get to you
What can I do (what can I do)
When I remember my time with you

Pick up your feet
Got to move to the trick of the beat
There is no lead
Just take your place in the driver`s seat

Driver`s seat, oohoo, driver`s seat, yeah

Doing alright
A little jiving on a Saturday night
And come what may
Gonna dance the day away

Driver`s seat, oohoo, driver`s seat, yeah

Jenny was sweet
There is no lead
Pick up your feet, pick up, pick up
Pick up your feet, gonna dance the day away

Driver`s seat, oohoo, driver`s seat, yeah
Driver`s seat, oohoo, driver`s seat, yeah
Driver`s seat...
.

[CockneyRebel]

.
NO DRUGS

Birth Control

Be A Dragger
Shovel Music
In Your Home
And You Never Be Alone
Get High And Higher
Just Like A Flyer,
High In The Clouds
And Never Come Down

We Live With Music
We Love With Music
Did You Try It Too
We Live With Music
We Love With Music
Did You Try It Too

Be A Dragger
Shovel Music
In Your Home
And You Never Be Alone

We Live With Music
We Love With Music
Did You Try It Too
We Live With Music
We Love With Music
Did You Try It Too
We Love With Music
We Love With Music
Did You Try It Too


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[hawkhead]

KAULSTOSS
Birth Control


(leider instrumental )

[CockneyRebel]

.
48 CRASH

Suzi Quatro

(leider auf deutsch )

Brunnen Suzi Quatro mit 48 Abbrüchen
erhielten Sie die Hände eines Mannes und das Gesicht eines kleinen Jungen,
der blau-ue und wenn Sie Sie sind also stehen dort,
ist großartig ist ein Argument gerade für das Betrachten
Sie-oo oo-oo, der, das Sie so jung sind,
konnten Sie der Sohn des Teufels gewesen sein
Sie so jung sind, aber wie ein Fall oben bin ich traurig, wenn Sie alt sind und Sie gegangener Refrain sind:

Bewachung Heraus!

Sie wissen, daß der Abbruch 48 wie ein Blitzblitz kommen
(48 brechen, Abbruch 48) ab und der Abbruch 48 ist ein silk Abbruch 48,
48 Abbruch wie ein Blitz abblitz,
ein Blitzblitz des sashheftigen Schlags
(48 brechen kommen, Abbruch 48)
und es ist ein silk sashheftiger Schlag, ein silk sashheftiger Schlag,
der der Abbruch 48 ist,

den, Sie die Art eines Verstandes von einem jugendlichen Romeo-o und Sie sind haben,
also machen Sie Sie könnte finden blind, daß Ihr Motor nicht bereit ist, zu gehen-O o-o
Sie so jung sind, Sie ist ein heißer Schußsohn einer Gewehr
Sie so jung sind, aber wie ein Jugendtearaway
bald werden Sie heftig gezerrissen und Sie lassen Refrainabbruch laufen,

Abbruch, Abbruch 48 Abbruchs (Abbruch), Abbruch, Abbruch 48 Abbruchs (Abbruch), Abbruch, Abbruch 48 Abbruchs (Abbruch), Abbruch, AAAGH!

Sie wissen, daß der brechen 48, die Abbruch wie ein Blitzblitz (48 kommt, Abbruch 48) ab
und der Abbruch 48 ist ein silk Abbruch 48, 48 Abbruch wie ein Blitz abblitz,
ein Blitzblitz des sashheftigen Schlags (48 brechen kommen, Abbruch 48)
und es ist ein silk sashheftiger Schlag, ein silk sashheftiger Schlag, der der Abbruch 48 ist


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[Iguana]

ich krieg zuckungen...
das ist ja nur noch hart...

damals auf super 8 radio luxemburg war das einer meiner absoluten lieblingssongs. bis sie anfing zu verweichlichen bin ich voll auf suzi abgefahren. sie war auch die erste sängerin, die überhaupt bei mir gnade gefunden hatte. unter all den sweets, slades, t.rexe, gary glitters, muds, sliks und wie sie alle hiessen...

iguana

[hawkhead]

Spiegel-Online hat heute ein schönes Bild des Tages
http://www.spiegel.de/panorama/0,1518,266881,00.html



Cat People (Putting Out Fire)
Lyrics by David Bowie

See these eyes so green
I can stare for a thousand years
Colder than the moon
It`s been so long
And I`ve been putting out fire
With gasoline

Feel my blood enraged
It`s just the fear of losing you
Don`t you know my name
Well, you been so long

See these eyes so red
Red like jungle burning bright
Those who feel me near
Pull the blinds and change their minds
It`s been so long

Still this pulsing night
A plague I call a heartbeat
Just be still with me
Ya wouldn`t believe what I`ve been thru
You`ve been so long
Well it`s been so long
And I`ve been putting out fire
with gasoline
putting out fire
with gasoline

See these tears so blue
An ageless heart
that can never mend
These tears can never dry
A judgement made
can never bend
See these eyes so green
I can stare for a thousand years
Just be still with me
You wouldn`t believe what I`ve been thru

You`ve been so long
Well, it`s been so long
And I`ve been putting out fire
with gasoline
putting out fire with gasoline

[CockneyRebel]

.
Du
Könntest du schwimmen
Wie Delphine
Delphine es tun
Niemand gibt uns eine Chance
Doch können wir siegen
Für immer und immer
Und wir sind dann Helden
Fuer einen Tag



Ich
Ich bin dann König
Und du
Du Königin
Obwohl sie
Unschlagbar scheinen
Werden wir Helden
Für einen Tag
Wir sind dann wir
An diesem Tag



Ich
Ich glaub` das zu träumen

Die Mauer
Im Rücken war kalt
Schusse reissen die Luft
Doch wir küssen
Als ob nichts geschieht
Und die Scham fiel auf ihre Seite
Oh, wir können sie schlagen
Für alle Zeiten
Dann sind wir Helden
Nur diesen Tag
Dann sind wir Helden
Dann sind wir Helden
Dann sind wir Helden
Nur diesen Tag

Dann sind wir Helden


.

[hawkhead]

[fixbutte]

Hard Rock vom Feinsten
Wie schrieb Jörg Gülden damals: "Die Punks tragen Rasierklingen, ZZ Top spielen sie"
Passender Macho-Text über ein Hurenhaus in Texas

La Grange

Rumour spreadin` a-`round in that Texas town
`bout that shack outside La Grange
and you know what I`m talkin` about.
Just let me know if you wanna go
to that home out on the range.
They gotta lotta nice girls ah.

Have mercy.
A haw, haw, haw, haw, a haw.
A haw, haw, haw.

Well, I hear it`s fine if you got the time
and the ten to get yourself in.
A hmm, hmm.
And I hear it`s tight most ev`ry night,
but now I might be mistaken.
hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm.

Have mercy.

- Billy Gibbons , Dusty Hill & Frank Beard

[CockneyRebel]

.
ZZ Top sind allererste Sahne und La Grange hört man heute noch im Radio! Klasse!

Beim Thema Hurenhaus fällt einem natürlich das zweite ganz bekannte Lied ein, das sich mit einem solchen beschäftigt.

Leider habe ich kein Internet, deswegen kann ich nur die tschechische Version - die ich auswendig gelernt habe - hier eintippen.


Snad znáš ten dům za New Orleans,
ve štítu znak slunce má,
je to dům, kde lká sto chlapců ubohejch
a v němž jsem zkejs` i já.

Mé mámě Bůh dal věnem
jen prát a šít blue jeans,
táta můj se flákal jen
sám po New Orleans.

Bankrotář se zhroutil před hernou,
jenom bídu svou měl a chlast,
k putykám pak táh` tu pouť mizernou
a znal jenom pít a krást.

Být matkou, dám svým synům
lepší dům, než má kdo z vás,
ten dům, kde spím, má emblém sluneční,
ale je v něm jen zima a chlad.

Kdybych směl se hnout z těch kleští,
pěstí vytrhnout tu mříž,
já jak v snách bych šel do New Orleans
a měl tam k slunci blíž.

Snad znáš ten dům za New Orleans,
ve štítu znak slunce má,
je to dům, kde lká sto chlapců ubohejch
a v němž jsem zkejs` i já.

[CockneyRebel]

.
und jetzt alle: "Bankrotár se zhroutil pred hernou,..."
.

[CockneyRebel]

.
Die Animals sind allererste Sahne und "Snad znáš ten dům za New Orleans" hört man heute noch im Radio! Klasse!

Beim Thema Hurenhaus fällt einem natürlich das dritte ganz bekannte Lied ein, das sich mit einem solchen beschäftigt.

Leider habe ich kein Internet, deswegen kann ich nur die englische Version - die ich auswendig gelernt habe - hier eintippen.


There Ole we fahrn in Puff to Barcelona,
Ole ` Ole ` Ole `, Ole `
lesbian, lesbian and a little Schwul,
lesbian, lesbian and a little schwul
we bumsen here, we bumsen, we bumsen here, we bumsen da
1000 naked women on the Maennerpissuar
of 1000 naked women on the Maennerpissuar

I are the Mickie ruffle and drive into the south
I are gaspannt like Spanish ` women love themselves
in the Puff of Barcelona there pimpern we fit,
who wants still times? who does not have yet?,
we carry all forward.
Ole `, Ole `, Ole `, Ole `, Ole ` Ole `
we fahrn ` in Puff to Barcelona.............
.

[CockneyRebel]

.

Der Mickie ist allererste Sahne und "Puff The Magic Dragon" hört man heute noch im Radio! Klasse!

Beim Thema Hurenhaus fällt einem natürlich nach dem dritten ganz bekannten Lied nix mehr ein, außer etwas völlig anderem.

Leider habe ich kein Internet, deswegen kann ich nur die englische Version - die ich auswendig gelernt habe - hier eintippen, so wahr Google mir helfe...


In a glacier column,
there found I mean old persons,
her was ice cold,
her held n`en to pickel in the hand,
on which written
"with this verflixten instrument found I stood mine end."


.

[hawkhead]

Apocalyptica/Nina Hagen: Seemann als Realplayer-Videoclip

http://www.motor.de/_ram/video/apocalyptica_seemann.ram

[DOLCETTO]

aba hallo

hawki, hab den sräd erst mit brontalem zeitverzug gecheckt, alder!
der 19.11. bei mista John Cale is vollkrass gebongt
echt konkräte feinabstimmung mach`ma next week, you see!

@Cockney #93,
mein lieber schwan, da hast mir für den heutigen tag
was in`s brain reingedübelt, froind

ich krieg des "damdamdam, didid didididid, damdamdam,..........."
nicht mehr wech!

>>>see the blind man shooting at the world

[DOLCETTO]

....und noch einen hinterher:

die d.p. in rock muss jetzt weichen, mir is ein ganz großes
reibeisen eingefallen:



*Closing your ears to other mens views,
Change for the good, would not bring bad news!

servus

[linea]

Hawkhead #118
danke für diesen tollen Link

Ist ja ein richtiger spannend gestalteter Video-Clip! Und der song - da läuft es mir richtig kalt den Rücken runter. Doch da haben die Jungs + Nina Hagen etwas sehr sehr Beeindruckendes komponiert und arrangiert

Linea
...noch ganz weg

[hawkhead]

Moin linea

Der Clip gefällt mir auch sehr - bis auf dass die Synchronisation grauslig ist
Alle Apocal-Clips gefallen mir übrigens gut zumal ein jeder ganz anders ist als die Anderen ... Nothing else matters z.B. (das Lied gefällt mir weder im Original noch in der recht substanzlosen Variante von Apocalyptica), aber der Clip, den sie aber drum rum gemacht haben ist einfach nur schön (Mitternachtssonne und so ).
Vom Seemann hier (dem Arrangement) bin ich insofern ein wenig enttäuscht, da nach all den hinzugekommenen Instrumenten, Effekten und Stimme kaum noch das eigentliche - die 4 Cellos -. rauszuhören sind. Aber auf Seemann live - da freu ich mich!!

[DOLCETTO]

servus linea

schad, dass du so weit weg bist.
die behandlung von kalten damen-rücken mittels massage
meiner heißen finger ist eine meiner besten eigenheiten



mehr sog i net, ciao

[CockneyRebel]

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Moin zusammen!

Dolce, der Chappo ist auch einer meiner absoluten Favoriten! Der ist sich auch nicht zu schade, alle paar Jahre in mein kleines Heimatstädtchen zu kommen und vor uns paar hundert Leuten ein Feuerwerk abzuliefern, als wäre er sonstwo vor fünfzigtausend...

Den hab` ich jedesmal auf der Shortlist...

linea, Hawkie, ich beneide Euch... ich darf hier leider wieder nicht an dem Erlebnis teilhaben - diese blöde Firewall...
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[hawkhead]

Ey Dolce - Faith Healing hat NIX mit Rücken-Massage zu tun

[CockneyRebel]

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Wow - da kommen Erinnerungen an die Diskotheken-Zeiten hoch!

And the virgin and the hunter
They laid together in the night
Isobel Goudie
Isobel Goudie
She does not do the things she should

Isobel Goudie feels so good
She does not do the things that she should
She was going to the fare
Isobel Goudie
She met a stranger there
Isobel Goudie
Isobel Goudie
Isobel Goudie
She does not do the things she should

Selling time with no remission
A scaly member
with a cold emission
She raised her eyes up to the sky
She crossed her heart
And she hoped to die

Isobel Goudie
Isobel Goudie
Isobel Goudie
She does not do the things she should

She is my Lady of the night
She is my Lady of the night
She is my Lady of the night

She does not do the things
She does not do the things
She does not do the things she should

She is my Lady of the night
She is my Lady of the night
She is my Lady of the night

Belladonna
Holy water
ashes to ashes
dust to dust
Coitus interruptus
Fire to fire
and
blood to blood


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[DOLCETTO]

is eh klar, hawki

von dem stück hab i doch garnie nix geschrieben!

@Cockney,
oh jeah >>> kennst du das geile stück:
welcome to the Boston -Pfefferminz- Tea Party

i like it

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Legs by ZZ Top
She`s got legs , she knows how to use them.
She never begs , she knows how to coose them.
She`s holdin` leg wonderin` how to feel them.
Would you get behind them if you could only find them?
She`s my baby , she`s my baby ,
yeah , it`s alright .

She`s got hair down to her fanny .
She`s kinda jet set, try undo her panties .
Everytime she`s dancin` she knows what to do.
Everybody wants to see if she can use it.
She`s so fine , she`s all mine ,
girl , you got it right .

She`s got legs , she knows how to use them.
She never begs , she knows how to choose them.
She`s got a dime all of the time ,
stays out at night movin` through time .
Oh, I want her, said , I got to have her,
the girl is alright , she`s alright .

[hawkhead]

hm, auf die legs einen foot



Blue Öyster Cult • She´s as Beautiful as a Foot

She`s as beautiful as a foot
She`s as beautiful as a foot
She heard somebody say, the other day

Didn`t believe it when he bit into her face
Didn`t believe it when he bit into her face
It tasted just like a fallen arch

She`s as beautiful as a foot
She`s as beautiful as a foot
She heard somebody say, the other day

Don`t put your tongue on the bloody tooth mark place
Don`t put your tongue on the bloody tooth mark place
Her face changing now, a guernsey cow

She`s as beautiful, oh so beautiful, beautiful as a foot
She heard someone say, the other day

[CockneyRebel]

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Dolce

Ich sollte Hawkie mal fragen, ob er das beste Album der Beatles in seiner Sammlung hat: "Sgt. Peppermint`s Coffee Herz Klapp Band"!


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[hawkhead]

klar doch, Cockney! Fühle mich jedesmal wie auf Lucy in the Sky

[fixbutte]

Auf die Knie

Brand/Artist: Motorhead
Album: Bastards
Song Title: On Your Feet Or On Your Knees
Lyrics: Kilmister - Campbell - Burston - Dee

I was looking at the t.v. news
People everywhere blowing a fuse
People everywhere under the gun
Little kids dying never had no fun

Human beings ain¹t got no brains
Think you¹re better but you¹re all the same
Think you¹re clever but you¹re all to blame
Here we are again int he same old frame

Shut up, I¹m talkin¹ to you
It¹s on television so it can¹t be true
And I can¹t play that game no more
Wake up and see it through
Kill the many to save the few
I know what the blind man sees
On your feet or on your knees

Headline terror crime on rise
Half ain¹t true and the rest is lies
Same old smile on the same old face
Same old horse win the same old race

I wouldn¹t smile if I was you
Don¹t relax, ¹cos it ain¹t so new
Watch your back, light the light outside
Somebody comin¹ that you just can¹t bribe

Shut up, I¹m talkin¹ to you
It¹s on television so it can¹t be true
But I can¹t believe their lies no more
Watch out, I¹m comin¹ through
Boogey man gonna bite you too
I know what the blind man sees
On your feet or on your knees

I was reading some magazine
I was written for human beings
Can¹t believe the stuff I read
Human trash for the human head

You humans don¹t be so proud
You humans don¹t talk too loud
You humans just ain¹t to smart
It¹s enough to break my human heart

Listen up, I¹m talkin¹ to you
Pay attention ¹cos I mean you too
And I will tell you something now

Your values ain¹t worth a dime
Human rights just human crime
I know what the blind man sees
On your feet or on your knees

[CockneyRebel]

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Glückwunsch, Hawkie!

Sach mal, das Lied haben BÖC aber nicht ohne chemischen Einfluss geschrieben?
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[CockneyRebel]

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Lucy in the Sky - with Dia-Minz?
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[DOLCETTO]

Cockney
hawki

ich hab nen druck, checkers:
>will heim, pfefferminztee trinken und meine feminine
figur mit dem melkweg-teeschört verschönern

[fixbutte]

Mit Pfefferminz bin ich dein Prinz

Draußen ist es grau
ich sitz mit dir hier, blau
Ob ich mir ein Küßchen klau?
"Nun laß` das doch, du alte Sau!"

Liebling, laß` uns tanzen, das tut dem Blutdruck gut
Liebling, laß` uns tanzen, denn tanzen darf ein jeder Jud

Neger, die sind dunkel
Im Dunkeln läßt sich`s munkeln
An der Macht, da sind die Weißen
Darauf reimt sich sch-sch-sch...

Liebling, laß` uns tanzen, Sylvester gießen wir Blei
Liebling, laß` uns lauter singen, dann sind auch wir bald vogelfrei

Pippi ist kein Name
Und auch kein Getränk
Mancher muß schon rennen,
Wenn er nur an Pippi denkt

Liebling, laß` uns tanzen, du wackelst ja wie Kleister
Mein Hund heißt Fritz oder Franz oder so, und wenn man ihn tritt dann beißt er

Glaubst du an den lieben Gott
Oder an Guevara?
Ich glaube an die Deutsche Bank
Dann die zahlt aus in bar - aaah

Liebling, laß` uns tanzen, hast du noch `nen Pfefferminz
So, und nun gib mir `nen Kuß, mit Pfefferminz bin ich dein Prinz

[DOLCETTO]

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"The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas"

Music/Lyrics: Carol Hall
Book: Larry L. King and Peter Masterson

The revival of the 1978 musical The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas couldn’t be starting its fifty-city US tour at a more appropriate time. That’s because The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas is basically about hypocrisy. And hypocrisy is something we’ve seen quite a lot of since George W. Python’s Flying Circus moved its troupe of knaves, mountebanks, fanatics and fakes into our nation’s capital. Just in time, this show’s raunchy and pointed satire on public sanctimony arrives to remind us that those who make the biggest show of their morality are the least likely to have any.

The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas tells the mostly true story of The Chicken Ranch, a squeaky-clean brothel that flourished just outside of La Grange, Texas from 1844 until 1973, when it was shut down by the Governor following a week-long expose by a publicity-hungry Houston TV newsdroid. Names have been changed to protect the guilty, but the script by Larry L. King and Peter Masterson sticks pretty close to the facts, even going so far as to include some of the real Chicken Ranch house rules in the number “A Li’l Bitty Pissant Country Place”.

It also gives us appealing and believable characters, a solid story, and moments of genuine sadness amongst the raunchy humor. Carol Hall’s music and lyrics carry the strong book along nicely with a memorable blend of Broadway and Western swing influences. Fans of the show will notice some minor changes from the 1978 original, including a new song for Miss Mona, but otherwise this is the same hit that last played here over twenty years ago.

by Chuck Lavazzi, US Contributor
Reviewed March 2001

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[fixbutte]

oder so

[hawkhead]

Neger, die sind dunkel
Im Dunkeln läßt sich`s munkeln
An der Macht, da sind die Weißen
Darauf reimt sich sch-sch-sch...

Tja Fixbutte - der weisse Mann .....



Wilde Weiße

Liebe Tierfreunde, ich möchte Sie heute in ein fremdes Land entführen. Am Rande der menschlichen Zivilisation, kurz hinterm Güterbahnhof Brackwede leben die letzten wildlebenden Weißen unserer Erde. Die Gruppe besteht aus mehreren starken Männchen, zehn weiblichen Tieren und einigen Frischlingen. Im Gegensatz zu den freilebenden Negern leben die wilden Weißen nicht von der Jagd auf Antilopen und Bananen, sondern vom BaRog.
Das Bundesartenschutzförderungsgesetz unterstützt seit den siebziger Jahren viele freilebende Menschenstämme, die sich aufgrund ihrer Tradition und Fähigkeiten nicht in unsere Gesellschaft eingliedern lassen wollen - z.B. auch die halbwilden Studenten. Wildlebende Weiße im strengen Sinne sind aber nur die Exemplare, die hinter dem Brackweder Güterbahnhof leben: Wie vor Jahrtausenden füllt dort Erwin, ein stark behaartes Männchen, seinen Wohngeldantrag noch mit einem im Feuer gehärteten Buchenholzspan aus. Abends sitzen die Weibchen im hohen Gras und säugen die Jungtiere, während die Männer die Beute aus dem Überfall auf den Aldi-Markt verteilen und danach gierig in sich hineinschütten. Manchmal sieht man sie auch am Tage in der Fußgängerzone stehen, wie sie versuchen, Glasperlen gegen Geld zu tauschen, ein Trick, der immer noch funktioniert.
In Konflikt mit dem Gesetz geraten sie oft bei ihrer ungenierten Jagd auf alleinstehende Fahrräder. Seit das wildlebende Fahrrad bei uns schon um die Jahrhundertwende völlig ausgerottet wurde und wir heute nur noch hochgezüchtete Rassen mit bis zu 21 Gängen kennen, kann man ohne Geld nicht mehr an die geduldigen Reittiere herankommen. Nach Altvätersitte fangen die wilden Weißen ihre Stahlrösser aber einfach in der Fußgängerzone ein, wenn sie an einem Fahrradständer rasten.
Derartige Übergriffe können natürlich nicht geduldet werden. Ähnlich wie die Neger, die friedlich zwischen den Antilopen in den afrikanischen Nationalparks grasen, sollten wir auch unsere freilebenden Stämme in die Reservate eingliedern. So könnten dann auch Punker und Arbeitslose lethargisch zwischen den Großkatzen im Safaripark Stuckenbrock liegen, dort, wo sie niemanden stören.

http://www.bei-gertrud.de/tf/tf_ww.html

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What do you raise on a "Chicken ranch"?

It sat just outside the city limits of Gilbert, Texas (pop. 4600). It was called the "Chicken Ranch," but it sure as heck wasn`t in competition with Frank Perdue. If you grew up most anywhere in Texas, you knew why Miss Mona Stangley`s "Chicken Ranch" was one of the most thriving enterprises in Lanvil County.

It had tradition, respectability, and a strict set of rules, and it lived in peace with the town for a good many years. It did, that is, until a certain Thanksgiving week, not so very long ago.

The week started off quietly enough with Shy and Angel, two lost and lonely young ladies, making their way to the Ranch and convincing the soft hearted Miss Mona to let them stay on as hired hands.

Surprises were in store when the undistinguished gentlemen from the State of Texas, Senator J.T. Wingwoah, arranged to treat the winning football seniors, in the traditional Thanksgiving Day rivalry between the Texas Aggies and the Texas Longhorns, to an evening of dancing and a little backfield-in-motion entertainment at the Ranch. Things really got cooking when Melvin P. Thorpe, a Houston television newscaster, took to the airwaves on his weekly Watchdog program and let the Chicken out of the bag. He publicly condemned the Ranch for raising something other than pullets, and demanded that Sheriff Ed Earl Dodd close the Chicken Ranch operation.

Now that got Sheriff Dodd madder than a hen on a hot griddle, he being a bosom friend of Miss Mona Stangley. But being sworn to uphold the law, Sheriff Dodd did what any law abiding peace officer would do. He strutted right out in front of Melvin Thorpe`s television cameras and threatened to "whup Melvin`s butt `til it looked like peppermint candy."

That`s wehn the Governor announced he was ready to call in the Texas Rangers. And that`s when Melvin P. Thorpe called in his Watchdog news crew to pay a surprise visit to the Chicken Ranch... a visit that sure came as a big surprise to Senator Wingwoah and the Yeeeehawin` Texas Aggie football team. But that was only the beginning of the end, Podner. To learn the rest, and to enjoy clap-hands singin`, hoe-down dancin` and gut-bustin` laughin`, you`ll just have to see The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas.

[CockneyRebel]

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Ein schönes WE, Dolce! Man liest sich!
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[fixbutte]

" whup Melvin`s butt `til it looked like peppermint candy."

[DOLCETTO]

jo, freund Cockney

ebenfalls ein relaxtes we mit ner menge fun - und
immer schön locker dem wahnsinn entgegen:

Haerke, mehr sog i net

[CockneyRebel]

[Iguana]

und wieder einer mehr im rock`n`roll heaven - r.i.p.:

Robert Palmer erliegt Herzinfarkt


Der britische Popmusiker Robert Palmer (54) ist am Freitag in Paris an einem Herzinfakt gestorben. Dies teilte sein Manager Mick Cater in London mit. Palmer sei während eines zweitägigen Paris-Besuchs "in den frühen Morgenstunden" verschieden.

Der stets elegant gekleidete Palmer war einer der Superstars der 80er Jahre. Vom "Rolling Stone" wurde er zum best angezogenen männlichen Künstler gekürt. Bevor der am 19. Januar 1949 geborene Musiker als Solokünstler Erfolg hatte, spielte er in mehreren Bands. Gemeinsam mit John Taylor und Andy Taylor von der Gruppe Duran Duran gründete Palmer 1985 die Band Power Station.

Feministische Proteste gegen Musikvideo
Für seinen Hit "Addicted To Love" erhielt er 1987 den Grammy für beste männliche Gesangsleistung. Das dazugehörige Video stieg in die Hitliste der meistgezeigten Musikvideos des damals jungen Musiksenders MTV. Das Video löste einige feministische Proteste aus, weil sich Palmer darin mit zahlreichen Models in Miniröcken filmen ließ. Über seine Videos, die ihn immer umgeben von verführerischen Frauen zeigten, sagte er einmal: "Ich will dem keine unangemessene Aufmerksamkeit zukommen lassen, weil es damals einfach nichts bedeutete. Es wurde einfach so ein ikonischer Stil."

Die letzten 16 Jahre hatte Palmer in der Schweiz gelebt. An den Exzessen eines Lebens als Rock`n`Roll-Star habe er nie Interesse gehabt, sagte er einmal dem US-Musikmagazin "Rolling Stone". "Ich kann mir kein anderes Verhalten gegenüber dem Publikum vorstellen als ein hoffnungsvolles und positives. Und wenn das so altmodische Dinge wie Sentimentalität einschließt, nun, ich kann mir das erlauben."


iguana

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Verwicklungen, Verwirrungen

#93,119
Deep Purple
See the blind man shooting at the world
Bullets flying taking toll

#135
Motörhead
I know what the blind man sees
On your feet or on your knees

[fixbutte]

Iguana
cu in your Thread: Love The King Of Emotion - Songlyrics
same game

[hawkhead]

Deep Purple • When a blind man cries

If you`re leaving close the door.
I`m not expecting people anymore.
Hear me grieving, I`m lying on the floor.
Whether I`m drunk or dead I really ain`t too sure.
I`m a blind man, I`m a blind man and my world is pale.
When a blind man cries, Lord, you know there ain`t no sadder tale.
Had a friend once in a room,
had a good time but it ended much too soon.
In a cold month in that room
we found a reason for the things we had to do.
I`m a blind man, I`m a blind man, now my room is cold.
When a blind man cries, Lord, you know he feels it from his soul.

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Aerosmith - Blind Man

I took a course in hallelujah
I went to night school for the blues
I took some stuff they said would cool ya, heh heh
But nothing seemed to light my fuse
But it`s all in the past
Like the check that`s in the mail
She was a tall whiskey glass
I was an old hound dog that just loved to chase his tail
Until I met a blind man
Who taught me how to see, yeah
A blind man
Who could change night into day
And if I can
I`m gonna make you come with me
Yeah, `cause here comes the sun and we`ll be chasing all the clouds away
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

I`ve had some lovers like a joy ride
Some things are never what they seem
My heaven`s turned into a landslide
I thank God I woke up from that dream
I met a blind man
Who taught me how to see, yeah
A blind man
Who could change night into day
And if I can
I`m gonna make you come with me
Yeah, `cause here comes the sun and we`ll be chasing all the clouds away
The way bees chase honey
And drink all the flowers dry
We`ll be saving us a little money
And if that don`t do it, yeah, I know the reason why
Don`t make no sense lightin` candles
There`s too much moonlight in our eyes
I met a blind man
Who taught me how to see, yeah
A blind man
Who could change night into day
And if I can
I`m gonna make you come with me
Oh oh oh oh yeah
Because here comes the sun
Ain`t no surprise
Ain`t no doubt about it
Gonna open up your eyes

Yodolady yodolady yodolady yodolady
Na na na na na...

[hawkhead]

Blinded By The Light • Bruce Springsteen

Madman drummers bummers and Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat
In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat
With a boulder on my shoulder, feelin` kinda older, I tripped the merry-go-round
With this very unpleasing sneezing and wheezing, the calliope crashed to the ground
Some all-hot half-shot was headin` for the hot spot, snappin` his fingers, clappin` his hands
And some fleshpot mascot was tied into a lover`s knot with a whatnot in her hand
And now young Scott with a slingshot finally found a tender spot and throws his lover in the sand
And some bloodshot forget-me-not whispers, "Daddy`s within earshot, save the buckshot, turn up the band"

And she was blinded by the light
Cut loose like a deuce, another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
She got down but she never got tight, but she`ll make it alright

Some brimstone baritone anti-cyclone rolling stone preacher from the East
He says, "Dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in its funny bone, that`s where they expect it least"
And some new-mown chaperone was standin` in the corner all alone, watchin` the young girls dance
And some fresh-sown moonstone was messin` with his frozen zone to remind him of the feeling of romance

Yeah, he was blinded by the light
Cut loose like a deuce, another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
He got down but he never got tight, but he`s gonna make it tonight

Some silicone sister with her manager`s mister told me I got what it takes
She said, "I`ll turn you on, sonny, to something strong if you play that song with the funky break"
And Go-Cart Mozart was checkin` out the weather chart to see if it was safe to go outside
And little Early-Pearly came by in her curly-wurly and asked me if I needed a ride
Oh, some hazard from Harvard was skunked on beer, playin` backyard bombardier
Yes, and Scotland Yard was trying hard, they sent some dude with a calling card, he said, "Do what you like, but don`t do it here"
Well, I jumped up, turned around, spit in the air, fell on the ground and asked him which was the way back home
He said, "Take a right at the light, keep goin` straight until night, and then, boy, you`re on your own"
And now in Zanzibar, a shootin` star was ridin` in a side car, hummin` a lunar tune
Yes, and the avatar said, "Blow the bar but first remove the cookie jar, we`re gonna teach those boys to laugh too soon"
And some kidnapped handicap was complainin` that he caught the clap from some mousetrap he bought last night
Well, I unsnapped his skull cap and between his ears I saw a gap but figured he`d be all right

He was just blinded by the light
Cut loose like a deuce, another runner in the night


Blinded by the light
Mama always told me not to look into the sights of the sun
Oh, but Mama, that`s where the fun is
I was blinded
I was blinded
I was blinded

[hawkhead]

Snowblind • Black Sabbath

What you get and what you see
Things that don`t come easily
Feeling happy in my vein
Icicles within my brain
(cocain)
Something blowing in my head
Winter`s ice, it soon will spread
Death would freeze my very soul
Makes me happy, makes me cold
My eyes are blind but I can see
The snowflakes glisten on the tree
The sun no longer sets me free
I feel there`s no place freezing me
Let the winter sun shine on
Let me feel the frost of dawn
Fill my dreams with flakes of snow
Soon I`ll feel the chilling glow
Don`t you think I know what I`m doing
Don`t tell me that it`s doing me wrong
You`re the one who`s really a loser
This is where I feel I belong
Crystal world with winter flowers
Turns my day to frozen hours
Lying snowblind in the sun
Will my ice age ever come?

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Steppenwolf - Snowblind friend
Hoyt Axton

You say it was this mornin’ when you last saw your good friend
Lyin’ on the sidewalk with the misery on his brain
Stoned on some new potion he found upon the wall
Of some unholy bathroom in some ungodly hall

He only had a dollar to live on ‘till next Monday
But he spent it all on comfort for his mind
Did you say you think he’s blind?

Someone should call his parents or a sister or a brother
And they’ll come and take him back home on a bus
But he’ll always be a problem to his poor and puzzled mother
And he’ll always be another one of us

He said he wanted heaven but prayin’ was too slow
So he bought a one-way ticket on an airline made of snow
Did you say you saw your good friend flyin’ low

You say it was this mornin’ when you last saw your good friend
Lyin’ on the sidewalk with the misery on his brain
Stoned on some new potion he found upon the wall
Of some unholy bathroom in some ungodly hall

Did you say you saw your good friend flyin’ low
Dyin’ slow
Blinded by snow

[hawkhead]

guck doch mal unten in die Fusszeile von W:0, fixbutte ..., so halb rechts von der Mitte:

Mails:0 Freunde:3 User online:481

Kann es sein, dass hinter "Mails" eine Ziffer grösser als 0 steht? Wenn ja, dann klick doch mal auf diese Ziffer

[fixbutte]

Hawkie
Mail4U

[hawkhead]

Don´t call us - we call you

[CockneyRebel]

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PLEASE DON`T PASS ME BY

Leonard Cohen (am Türsteher des "Hard Rock Cafe" vorbeigehuscht)

I was walking in New York City and I brushed up against the man in front of
me. I felt a cardboard placard on his back. And when we passed a streetlight,
I could read it, it said "Please don`t pass me by - I am blind, but you can
see - I`ve been blinded totally - Please don`t pass me by." I was walking
along 7th Avenue, when I came to 14th Street I saw on the corner curious
mutilations of the human form; it was a school for handicapped people. And
there were cripples, and people in wheelchairs and crutches and it was snowing,
and I got this sense that the whole city was singing this:
Oh please don`t pass me by,
oh please don`t pass me by,
for I am blind, but you can see,
yes, I`ve been blinded totally,
oh please don`t pass me by.

And you know as I was walking I thought it was them who were singing it, I
thought it was they who were singing it, I thought it was the other who was
singing it, I thought it was someone else. But as I moved along I knew it was
me, and that I was singing it to myself. It went:

Please don`t pass me by,
oh please don`t pass me by,
for I am blind, but you can see,
well, I`ve been blinded totally,
oh please don`t pass me by.

Oh please don`t pass me by.

Now I know that you`re sitting there deep in your velvet seats and you`re
thinking "Uh, he`s up there saying something that he thinks about, but I`ll
never have to sing that song." But I promise you friends, that you`re going
to be singing this song: it may not be tonight, it may not be tomorrow, but
one day you`ll be on your knees and I want you to know the words when the
time comes. Because you`re going to have to sing it to yourself, or to another,
or to your brother. You`re going to have to learn to sing this song, it goes:

Please don`t pass me by,
ah you don`t have to sing this .. not for you.
Please don`t pass me by,
for I am blind, but you can see,
yes, I`ve been blinded totally,
oh please don`t pass me by.

Well I sing this for the Jews and the Gypsies and the smoke that they made.
And I sing this for the children of England, their faces so grave. And I sing
this for a saviour with no one to save. Hey, won`t you be naked for me? Hey,
won`t you be naked for me? It goes:

Please don`t pass me by,
oh please don`t pass me by,
for I am blind, but you can see,
yes, I`ve been blinded totally,
oh now, please don`t pass me by.

Now there`s nothing that I tell you that will help you connect the blood
tortured night with the day that comes next. But I want it to hurt you, I
want it to end. Oh, won`t you be naked for me? Oh now:

Please don`t pass me by,
oh please don`t pass me by,
for I am blind, but you can see,
but I`ve been blinded totally,
oh, please don`t pass me by.

Well I sing this song for you Blonde Beasts, I sing this song for you Venuses
upon your shells on the foam of the sea. And I sing this for the freaks and
the cripples, and the hunchback, and the burned, and the burning, and the
maimed, and the broken, and the torn, and all of those that you talk about at
the coffee tables, at the meetings, and the demonstrations, on the streets,
in your music, in my songs. I mean the real ones that are burning, I mean the
real ones that are burning

I say, please don`t pass me by,
oh now, please don`t pass me by,
for I am blind, yeah but you can see,
ah now, I`ve been blinded totally,
oh no, please don`t pass me by.

I know that you still think that its me. I know that you think that there`s
somebody else. I know that these words aren`t yours. But I tell you friends
that one day

You`re going to get down on your knees,
you`re going to get down on your knees,
you`re going to get down on your knees,
you`re going to get down on your knees,
you`re going to get down on your knees,
you`re going to get down on your knees,
you`re going to get down on your knees,
you`re going to get down on your knees,
you`re going to get down ..

Oh, please don`t pass me by,
oh, please don`t pass me by,
for I am blind, yeah but you can see,
yes, I`ve been blinded totally,
oh, please don`t pass me by.

Well you know I have my songs and I have my poems. I have my book and I have
the army, and sometimes I have your applause. I make some money, but you know
what my friends, I`m still out there on the corner. I`m with the freaks, I`m
with the hunted, I`m with the maimed, yes I`m with the torn, I`m with the down,
I`m with the poor. Come on now ...

Ah, please don`t pass me by,
well I`ve got to go now friends,
but, please don`t pass me by,
for I am blind, yeah but you can see,
oh, I`ve been blinded, I`ve been blinded totally,
oh now, please don`t pass me by.

Now I want to take away my dignity, yes take my dignity. My friends, take my
dignity, take my form, take my style, take my honour, take my courage, take
my time, take my time, .. time .. `Cause you know I`m with you singing this
song. And I wish you would, I wish you would, I wish you would go home with
someone else. Wish you`d go home with someone else. I wish you`d go home with
someone else. Don`t be the person that you came with. Oh, don`t be the person
that you came with, Oh don`t be the person that you came with. Ah, I`m not
going to be. I can`t stand him. I can`t stand who I am. That`s why I`ve got to
get down on my knees. Because I can`t make it by myself. I`m not by myself
anymore because the man I was before he was a tyrant, he was a slave, he was
in chains, he was broken and then he sang:

Oh, please don`t pass me by,
oh, please don`t pass me by,
for I am blind, yes I am blind, Oh but you can see,
yes, I`ve been blinded totally,
oh, please don`t pass me by.

Well I hope I see you out there on the corner. Yeah I hope as I go by that I
hear you whisper with the breeze. Because I`m going to leave you now, I`m
going to find me someone new. Find someone new.

And please don`t pass me by.

.

[CockneyRebel]

.
IN THE GHETTO

As the snow flies
On a cold, grey Chicago morning
A poor little boy child is born
In the ghetto
In the ghetto

And his mama cries
`Cause if there`s one thing that she don`t need
Is another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto
In the ghetto

People don`t you understand
A child needs a helping hand
He`ll gonna be a young angry man someday
Take a look at you and me
Are we too blind to see?
Do we simply turn our heads
And look another way

While the world turns
And a hungry little boy with the runny nose
Lays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto
In the ghetto

And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal and he learns how to fight
In the ghetto
In the ghetto

Then one night in desperation
The young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car
Tries to run but he don`t get far

And his mama cries
As a crowd gathered round an angry young man
Face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto
In the ghetto

As her young man dies (in the ghetto)
On a cold, grey Chicago morning
And another little baby child is born
In the ghetto
In the ghetto

And his mama cries
In the ghetto
In the ghetto

.

[hawkhead]

[CockneyRebel]

[ortlepp]

[hawkhead]

[CockneyRebel]

[JuanLesPins]

Sind wir harte Männer?

Dann los, holt Euch dieses Album!



Mein Gott ZZTop grooved wie in alten Zeiten.


Eine kleine Vorabinfo hier:
http://www.filmstarts.de/cd/zz_top_-_mescalero.html

[DOLCETTO]

mein lieber schwan, hawki
in deinem srd gehts heute zu, wie auf`n stachus, alder

kennste die da >>> echt konkrät münchner gewächs:

[linea]

DOLCETTO HI

And the schow goes on....
Eben durch Zufall erfahren uuuuuund.....und gleich gehandelt: ...... Ich habe mir eben 1 Karte für Runrig in Stuttgart (habe gerade an DEM Tag geschäflich in der Nähe zu tun ) bestellt

.... ihre neue Scheibe

Ich freue mich darauf!
Ein schönes Wochenende allen
Linea

[linea]

Hawkhead,

dass die Synchronisation grausliger als grauslig ist, habe ich schon bei anderen Video-Clips im Net festgestellt Ich denke, sooo unprofessionell wird niemand sein... ist bestimmt Internetplayer-bedingt - oder?

Und du hast Recht, beim zweiten Mal hören/sehen habe ich darauf geachtet: Die Celli sind sehr zurückgenommen - zu sehr, stimmt... Apocalyptica verliert sich damit hinter der Stimme und den Effekten, die so nicht unbedingt notwendig gewesen wären. Schade, die Jungs hätten sicherlich auch durch ihre unnachahmliche Art des Cello-Spiels dem Ganzen noch mehr Klasse geben können...

Aber die Idee mit Nina Hagen und die Umsetzung zusammen mit dem tollen Video-Clip ist schon sehr faszinierend - wahrscheinlich ist das nur ein etwas zu zaghafter Anfang auf neuem Terrain ...

Grüße
Linea

[hawkhead]

Moin Linea
Der Realplayer ist soweit ich weiss "schuld". So mies er auch ist: man kann halt streams gucken ohne viel Ballast auf der Platte zu haben oder gross runterladen zu müssen ...
Ja, die Idee mit Nina ist Klasse - so wie zuvor auch die mit der Sängerin der Guano Apes. Sogut die Neuerung "Schlagzeug" der Band live kommt, soviel Authenzität nimmt es bei den Studio-Dingern. Und dann wieder: Jedes der bisherigen Apocal-Alben barg Einiges an Neuerungen; einiges an Fortschritt. Ein Stillstand bei beispw. dem ersten Album wäre m.E. auch schnell tödlich gewesen.

N´Abnd Juan
ZZTop gibt´s auch noch - mal gucken, ob ich da mal was zu Hören krieg

Meine letzte Neuentdeckung sind A Perfect Circle - die andere Band des Tool-Sängers Maynard James Keenan

Website: http://www.aperfectcircle.com/
Hörbares: http://www.aperfectcircle.com/audio.html

Waren Dienstag in München als zweite von 2 Vorgruppen der Deftones und dies in einer Halle, in der ich einmal Black Sabbath sah und mir schwor: nie wieder diese Halle - rausgeschmissenes Geld!
Montag/Dienstag gibt´s nochmal 2 Konzerte in unseren Landen:

Monday, September 29 Columiahalle Berlin, Germany
Tuesday, September 30 Philipshalle Dusseldorf, Germany



Cockney & Co., Chappo ...
...ist auch noch als Tour hierzulanden angekündigt (Nov/Dez) aber:

Gig News - updated 23rd September 2003
On doctors advice, Roger is being forced to take a 3-month break to sort out a throat complaint. This break started after the festival gig in Hamburg on August 16th.
Initial plans for gigs in Europe from late-November have now been cancelled, although a number of UK dates in  December are being arranged. Confirmed UK dates are as follows, although one or two more may be added: 
http://www.chappo.com/

[linea]

Auch Moin

Ja, das Zusammenspiel mit der Sängerin der Guano Apes habe ich im Fernsehen gesehen... ... war sehr schön! Aber da haben sie noch die Stimme mehr oder weniger als weiteres Instrument gesehen - so habe ich es zumindest erlebt. Und jetzt diese Produktion mit Nina Hagen - da kommt etwas Anderes, Neues ins Spiel ... zusammen mit dem eindringlichen Text von Ramstein und der sängerischen Interpretation und starken Präsenz von Nina Hagen...

Ich bin weiter gespannt... Apocalyptica geht ihren eigenen (entdeckerischen) Weg - und das gefällt mir an ihnen ....
...... auch

[fixbutte]

Für linea
Ich denke, Du weißt warum

Loch Lomond

By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes
Where the sun shines on Loch Lomond
Where me and my true love spent many happy days
On the banks of Loch Lomond

Twas there that we parted in yon shady glen
On the steep sides of Ben Lomond
Where in purple hue the Highland hills we view
And the moon glints out in the gloaming

You`ll take the high road and I`ll take the low road And I`ll be in Scotland afore ye
Where me and my true love will never meet again
On the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond

Where wild flowers spring and the wee birdies sing
On the steep sides of Ben Lomond
But the broken heart it kens nae second spring
Though resigned we may be while we’re greetin

(Chorus)

(Chorus)

[hawkhead]

Dolce #166: jau, kenn ich noch ... war vor 10-15 Jahren, dass ich CatSunFlower ein paar mal sah... konnte mich damals ne entscheiden, ob es mir gefällt oder nicht - wär interessant, mal zu checken, was die heute so machen aber im Theatron hab ich sie verpasst.

#linea ... schöner Vergleich, die Stimme als Instrument zu sehen - und treffend
Gd Nite!

[CockneyRebel]

.
Na da sind wir ja wieder fast alle zusammen

Liebe Grüße und danke für die Info zu Chappo. Wer gern mal ein Tambourin in die Fresse geworfen bekommen möchte oder einen Mikrofonständer auf die Rübe gehauen, der sollte sich ein Chappo-Konzert aus nächster Nähe anschauen.

Die Welt ist klein und selbst bei mir in der tiefsten Provinz kann ich stolz verkünden: Die hochgelobte Sängerin und ihre restlichen Guano Apes essen gerne italienisch... hier
.

[Iguana]

in sachen blindfische hab ich auch noch einen gut abgehangenen rocker zu bieten.

STYX

SNOWBLIND

Written by dennis deyoung and james young
Lead vocals by james young and tommy shaw

Mirror, mirror on the wall
The face you’ve shown me scares me so
I thought that I could call your bluff
But now the lines are clear enough
Life’s not pretty even though
I’ve tried so hard to make it so
Mornings are such cold distress
How did I ever get into this mess

I’m snowblind, can’t live without you
So fine I just can’t get away
Now I’m snowblind, snowblind, snowblind

Harmless and innocent you devil in white
You stole my will without a fight
You filled me with confidence, but you blinded my eyes
You tricked me with visions of paradise
Now I realize i’m

Snowblind, can’t live without you
So fine I just can’t get away
Now I’m snowblind, snowblind, snowblind

Mirror, mirror I confess
I can’t escape this emptiness
No more reason to pretend
Here comes that same old feeling again

Snowblind, can’t live without you
So fine I just can’t get away
Won’t you throw me a lifeline
I’m going down for the third time
I’m snowblind, and I can’t get away

iguana

[Iguana]

@linea: tolle sache das mit Runrig!
wird bestimmt ein großartiges erlebnis das konzert. ich habe die band vor einigen jahren beim weihnachtkonzert in der düsseldorfer philipshalle erlebt und es war ein echtes gänsehautgefühl was die jungs mit ihrer musik vermitteln konnten. leidenschaft und spielfreude pur.



iguana

[CockneyRebel]

.
Gerade im Radio gehört: Heute vor 100 Jahren wurde die Thermoskanne erfunden! Seitdem lässt sich der Hardrock-Kaffee erst so richtig geschmacksverfeinern!
.

[hawkhead]

[DOLCETTO]

werde heute abends echt konkrät abchecken, Cockney
ob sich in der kanne eines dahier bekannten users
auch korrekter kaffä befindet

[hawkhead]

[CockneyRebel]

.
Da wünsch` ich Euch beiden Powerusern einen superschönen Abend! Ich bin sehr gespannt auf Dein kulinarisches Urteil... ich müsste das Experiment hier einfach auch mal nachvollziehen, damit ich mir ein Bild von den erlittenen Qualen machen kann... Dallmeier prodomo und dazu fixbutte Pfefferminztee...

[fixbutte]

# 180 Cockney
Ich glaub, da verwechselst Du was

Produktbeschreibung
Fixbutte, Hagebutte mit Hibiscus RMS
http://www.rossmann-gesundheit.de/teekanne_fix_fixbutte/0581…

Gesamturteil:
100% unserer Mitglieder empfehlen Teekanne FixButte
http://yopi3.tricnet.de/Teekanne_FixButte_Tees__site_1?sid=…

zur Namensgeschichte --> Thread: Nix als Nicks alias IDs ---- " Ein kleiner Nickhaus" #221

Pfefferminz -->
Teekanne Fixminze

[CockneyRebel]

.


Darauf hätte ich in der Tat kommen müssen! Natürlich, Butte! Klingt auch deutlich besser als Fixheringe!
.

[CockneyRebel]

.
fixbutte, was`n "Hibiscus RMS"?
.

[CockneyRebel]

.
Root Mean Square? Na, ist ja auch egal. Mal was zu diesem Thema für den Cafe-Besucher, der etwas länger auf seine Bestellung warten muss


The Hill and Hibiscus Flowers

(Steve Harley)

We were sitting, gently passing time and pondering the huge climb ahead of us and wondering, "how can we ever succeed where no man has succeeded before us?"
We asked each other many questions and discovered many new and exciting answers and we felt like pioneers already.
The sun was high in the cloudless, royal blue sky and was punching relentlessly into the back of our heads so that soon we could no longer speak but only sit in silence, gazing in hope at the forbidding monument before us. It was the big, red smell, as it drifted in divine yet ominous wafts into our distant homesteads, that first drew us towards the Hill.
And it was the Great White Bush with the voice of Age and Wisdom that encouraged us to stay and to fight.
"Sit beside me," said the White Bush, " and we shall talk of Miracles and ... Water."
"Will we find the water we need to save the thirsty plant-life of our homesteads here, O Great White Bush?" we asked in hope.
And he said to us: "The water of which you speak is at the top of the Hill. There is enough water to give new life to all your dying plant-friends; water precious enough to give them all life such as is enjoyed only by the Giant Red Flowers that dominate the Hill. But no man has ever before reached out his hand far enough to cup and retrieve the water. You must see, your quest is impossible."
"But we are pioneers," we spoke. "We have the strength of youth to fight the Hill and to retrieve the water that will restore plant-life in our homesteads."
"You are youthful, yes; but your hope and juvenile determination are not enough to overcome the big, red smell of the monumental Hill. It will beat you off before you are within reaching distance of the water, for it has a far greater strength, that of Philosophy. And in a battle against the wisdom of maturity, what help will your youthful hope be to you?"
And at this we were angry as only insulted young men can be angry and we fought the old Bush with words of faith. The Bush continued to teach but we were no longer listening. Our hungry minds were fixed on the Hill.
We set out then into the throbbing heat and were at once blinded by the red, red glow and nauseated into a daze by the big, red smell. We clutched each others` hands and we bowed our heads and charged with faith in our hearts and, for an instant, we believed we could make it and gather the water and save the dying world we had left behind.
Halfway up the Hill we rested semi-consciously and talked of our Wind of Change before it became a raging hurricane. Then, without warning, a great wind came unto the Hill and swept us in one human ball into the air and down the Hill. We tumbled helplessly to the bottom and came to rest beside the Great White Bush.
We were again angry and agreed instantly to recommence our quest.
But the Great White Bush spoke to us saying: " You are in pursuit of an illusion, my young and determined friends. The big, red smell will prevent you at all costs from collecting the Water for your suffering plant-friends."
"But", said one of us, "I`m a ratepayer, I can pull a few strings."
And the Bush asked: "What makes you say such a wild and innocent thing?"
"My Father told me this."
"But listen, you again are in pursuit of an illusion."
And he could see our strange and sudden stupefaction at his words of Age and Wisdom and he then said: "I have seen the land of Burns through the eyes of Rimbaud; I have seen calm and unutterable peace such as you`ll never know; I have seen all your dreams and heard all your schemes and I tell you, you`ll see when you grow."
And he then said: "I have talked with your fathers who have told me of the old times, good times. And I have told them that there are no old times. When they are gone they are dead. There are only new times, now times. And in now times the red smell is big and sweet, but to you it is frightening. But you are so young ...
"And I want you to know that maybe one day the big, red smell will be blown away by another Wind of Change and the Hill will dissipate and leave you with water and peace ... like a Miracle. But again the wind will become a raging hurricane and the strange, red smell will return, sweeter than ever before. And again you will search for the final answer, the Great Illusion you so constantly pursue.
"You must learn," said the Bush, "that the pain of disillusion is greater still than the pain of hate."
And he repeated: "You are in pursuit of an illusion."
Then he reached to the earth beside him and handed us an Hibiscus flower and told us: "Inhale the sweet, red odour. Be my best friends, go now, please."
We were young and could not speak. We returned solemnly and slightly wise to our homesteads believing the answer must surely lie elsewhere. The Hill looked peaceful, at least.

[CockneyRebel]

Sitting on a park bench
eyeing ittle girls with bad intent.
Snot running down his nose
greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Drying in the cold sun
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Feeling like a dead duck
spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
Sun streaking cold
an old man wandering lonely.
Taking time
the only way he knows.
Leg hurting bad,
as he bends to pick a dog-end
he goes down to the bog
and warms his feet.

Feeling alone
the army`s up the rode
salvation à la mode and
a cup of tea.
Aqualung my friend
don`t start away uneasy
you poor old sod, you see, it`s only me.
Do you still remember
December`s foggy freeze
when the ice that
clings on to your beard is
screaming agony.
And you snatch your rattling last breaths
with deep-sea-diver sounds,
and the flowers bloom like
madness in the spring.

[fixbutte]

Review by mormon http://rateyourmusic.com/view_album_details/album_id_is_43
Rated: 5 (of 5)stars

when you talk about a heavy metal album, you talk about this one. the british hard rock scene circa 1971, then called progressive rock or heavy blues, had a young [deep purple] mark II with their new album "fireball", and the [black] sabbath´s third album "master of reality"; bands such uriah heep or ufo were part of a second line, and then came the new zeppelin album. released in november 8,it was an album without title on the cover (afterwards called IV or four symbols) and shows like no one else the style and spirit of led zeppelin. from the beginning to the end this is the most complete example of the zeppelin story. the opening track, black dog,is a heavy rock with a strange and heavy riff by page (always sounded to me as some celtic music from ireland or the northern spain, maybe) battle of evermore, an epic acoustic song with an immense plant work and a female voice: sandy denny, another couple of dark and gross riffs: four sticks and misty mountain hop. in the b side has a pretty and delicate ballad, going to california and, of course,the titanic, now acoustic, now rocking stairway to heaven a mild melody with one of the prettiest lyrics ever composed, courtesy of the plant´s talent. maybe not so influential as zeppelin II or the first couple of black sabbath´s albums, but eternal, with a band at the heights of the world and their very talent and power.



Rock And Roll
(Bonham/Jones/Page/Plant)

It`s been a long time since I rock and rolled,
It`s been a long time since I did the Stroll.
Ooh, let me get it back, let me get it back,
Let me get it back, baby, where I come from.
It`s been a long time, been a long time,
Been a long lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time. Yes it has.

It`s been a long time since the book of love,
I can`t count the tears of a life with no love.
Carry me back, carry me back,
Carry me back, baby, where I come from.
It`s been a long time, been a long time,
Been a long lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time.

Seems so long since we walked in the moonlight,
Making vows that just can`t work right.
Open your arms, opens your arms,
Open your arms, baby, let my love come running in.
It`s been a long time, been a long time,
Been a long lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time.

[fixbutte]

ROCK AND ROLL - VELVET UNDERGROUND
(Lou Reed)

Jenny said, when she was just five years old
There was nothin` happening at all
Every time she puts on the radio
There was nothin` goin` down at all, not at all
Then, one fine mornin`, she puts on a New York station
You know, she couldn`t believe what she heard at all
She started shakin` to that fine, fine music
You know, her life was saved by rock`n`roll
Despite all the imputations
You know, you could just go out
And dance to a rock`n`roll station
And it was all right, hey baby,
You know, it was all right

Jenny said, when she was just about five years old
`You know, my parents are gonna be the death of us all
Two TV sets and two Cadillac cars
Well, you know, ain`t gonna help me at all`
Then, one fine morning, she turns on a New York station
She doesn`t believe what she hears at all
Ooh, she started dancin` to that fine, fine music
You know, her life was saved by rock`n`roll
Yeah, rock`n`roll
Despite all the computations
You could just dance to that rock`n`roll station
And baby, it was all right, yeah
Hey, it was all right
Hey, here she comes now

Jenny said, when she was just about five years old
`Hey, you know, there`s nothin` happening at all, not at all
Every time I put on the radio
You know, there`s nothin` goin` down at all, not at all
But, one fine morning, she hears a New York station
She couldn`t believe what she heard at all, hey, not at all
She started dancing to that fine, fine music
You know, her life was saved by rock`n`roll
Yes, rock`n`roll
Despite all the computations
You know, you could just dance to the rock`n`roll station
All right
All right, all right, and it was all right
Oh, listen to me now, it was all right
Come on now, believe me, it was all right it was all right
Hey, it`s all right now,.......

[fixbutte]

BORN TO BE WILD

From the 1968 release "Steppenwolf"
Words and music by Mars Bonfire

Get your motor runnin`
Head out on the highway
Lookin` for adventure
And whatever comes our way
Yeah Darlin` go make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once
And explode into space

I like smoke and lightning
Heavy metal thunder
Racin` with the wind
And the feelin` that I`m under
Yeah Darlin` go make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once
And explode into space

Like a true nature`s child
We were born, born to be wild
We can climb so high
I never wanna die

Born to be wild
Born to be wild

[hawkhead]

[CockneyRebel]

[linea]

iron maiden am 4.11. ...

[hawkhead]

[CockneyRebel]

.

David Bowie 1.11.
Procol Harum 25.11.
Hannes Wader 3.12.
BAP Anfang 2004 ...

sind schon fest...

... und was noch so vor die Flinte kommt
.

[fixbutte]

Homburg
by Procol Harum

Your multilingual businessfriend
has packed her bags and fled
leaving only ash-filled ashtrays
and the lipsticked unmade bed
the mirrors on reflection
has climbed back upon the wall
for the floor she found descended
and the ceiling was too tall

Your trousers cuffs are dirty
and your shoes are laced up wrong
you´d better take off your homburg
`cause your overcoat is too long

The town clock in the market square
stands waiting for the hour
when its hands they both turn backwards
and on meeting will devour
both themselves and also any fool
who dares to tell the time
and the sun and moon will shudder
and the signposts cease to sign

Your trousers cuffs are dirty
and your shoes are laced up wrong
you´d better take off your homburg
`cause your overcoat is too long
your trousers cuffs are dirty
and your shoes are laced up wrong
you´d better take off your homburg
`cause your overcoat is too long

[fixbutte]

wie der LP-Käufer noch weiß
Die "harte" 1. Seite von Morrison Hotel von den Doors hieß Hard Rock Cafe
hier auch (mit der Lupe ) zu sehen


Der bekannteste Titel daraus war


Roadhouse Blues

Ah keep your eyes on the road,
Your hands upon the wheel.
Keep your eyes on the road
Your hands upon the wheel.
Yeah, we`re going to the roadhouse,
Gonna have a real good time.

Yeah, the back of the roadhouse,
They`ve got some bungalows.
Yeah, the back of the roadhouse,
They`ve got some bungalows.

They dance for the people
Who like to go down slow.

Let it roll, baby, roll.
Let it roll, baby, roll.
Let it roll, baby, roll.
Let it roll, all night long.

You gotta roll, roll, roll,
You gotta thrill my soul, alright.
Roll, roll, roll, roll-a
Thrill my soul.

Ashen Lady.
Ashen Lady.
Give up your vows.
Give up your vows.
Save our city.
Save our city.
Ah, right now.

Well, I woke up this morning
And I got myself a beer.
Well, I woke up this morning
And I got myself a beer.

The future`s uncertain
And the end is always near.

Let it roll, baby, roll.
Let it roll, baby, roll.
Let it roll, baby, roll.
Let it roll, all night long.

[DOLCETTO]

moin fixbutte,

mörder-rüspekt, checker

du zentrierst hier exaktemente meinen muzak-nerv, alder!

@Hawkie,
die vorfreude auf BC steigt kontinuierlich von jetzt auf
gleich

ciao

[hawkhead]

Moin fixbutte ... das mit dem HardRockCafé war mir gar nicht aufgefallen - lustig! Der Roadhouse-Blues gefällt mir in der Live-Version von BlueÖyerCult auf Extraterrestrial live noch besser:



Konzerte die für mich anstehen:
Jane/BirthControl (jau, is in 3 Tagen, Dolce )
Daniel Küblböck
Hair (Musical)
Die beiden Letztgenannten sind Kindergeschenke

Eventuell schau ich noch zu AnneClark (unplugged ), ThinLizzy (keine Ahnung, welche Besetzung) und PorcupineTree

[fixbutte]

Independent Woman - Sung by Kittens

If Destiny`s Child were kittens from Northern England, this is what they would sound like. Indie band Elbow recorded a cover version of the Destiny`s Child track, Independent Woman. They used xylophones. Joel Veitch made an animation. He used kittens.

http://www.lionlabs.com/newsik/independent_woman.html

Lucy Liu... with my girl, Drew... Cameron D. and Destiny
Charlie`s Angels, Come on
Uh uh uh

Question: Tell me what you think about me
I buy my own diamonds and I buy my own rings
Only ring your cell - y when I`m feelin lonely
When it`s all over please get up and leave
Question: Tell me how you feel about this
Try to control me boy you get dismissed
Pay my own fun, oh and I pay my own bills
Always 50/50 in relationships

The shoes on my feet
I`ve bought it
The clothes I`m wearing
I`ve bought it
The rock I`m rockin`
`Cause I depend on me
If I wanted the watch you`re wearin`
I`ll buy it
The house I live in
I`ve bought it
The car I`m driving
I`ve bought it
I depend on me
(I depend on me)

All the women who are independent
Throw your hands up at me
All the honeys who makin` money
Throw your hands up at me
All the mommas who profit dollas
Throw your hands up at me
All the ladies who truly feel me
Throw your hands up at me

Girl I didn`t know you could get down like that
Charlie, how your Angels get down like that
Girl I didn`t know you could get down like that
Charlie, how your Angels get down like that

Tell me how you feel about this
Who would I want if I would wanna live
I worked hard and sacrificed to get what I get
Ladies, it ain`t easy bein` independent
Question: How`d you like this knowledge that I brought
Braggin` on that cash that he gave you is to front
If you`re gonna brag make sure it`s your money you flaunt
Depend on no-one else to give you what you want

The shoes on my feet
I`ve bought it
The clothes I`m wearing
I`ve bought it
The rock I`m rockin`
`Cause I depend on me
If I wanted the watch you`re wearin`
I`ll buy it
The house I live in
I`ve bought it
The car I`m driving
I`ve bought it
I depend on me
(I depend on me)

All the women who are independent
Throw your hands up at me
All the honeys who makin` money
Throw your hands up at me
All the mommas who profit dollas
Throw your hands up at me
All the ladies who truly feel me
Throw your hands up at me

Girl I didn`t know you could get down like that
Charlie, how your Angels get down like that
Girl I didn`t know you could get down like that
Charlie, how your Angels get down like that

Destiny`s Child
Wassup?
You in the house?
Sure `nuff
We`ll break these people off Angel style

Child of Destiny
Independent beauty
Noone else can scare me
Charlie`s Angels

Woah
All the women who are independent
Throw your hands up at me
All the honeys who makin` money
Throw your hands up at me
All the mommas who profit dollas
Throw your hands up at me
All the ladies who truly feel me
Throw your hands up at me

Girl I didn`t know you could get down like that
Charlie, how your Angels get down like that
{repeat until fade}

[CockneyRebel]

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Kann mich Dolce nur anschliessen... Klasse lyrics, die ihr da postet!

Mit Hawkies und Iguanas Threads auf dem Monitor brauche ich kein Radio im Büro!
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[CockneyRebel]

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Die 200 nehmen wir genauso locker wie die letzten Arbeitsstunden vor`m Wochenende!

Und dazu auch gleich das passende Lied!

Gibt ja viele Versionen, aber die fetzigste ist für mich immer noch das Original - den Jungs glaubt man fast, dass sie`s ernst meinten!

Friday On My Mind

Easybeats

Monday morning feels so bad
Everybody seems to nag me
Coming Tuesday I feel better
Even my old man looks good
Wednesday just won`t go
Thursday goes too slow
I got Friday on my mind
Gonna have fun in the city
Be with my girl she`s so pretty
She looks fine tonight
She is outasight to me
Tonight I`ll spend my bread
Tonight I`ll lose my head
Tonight I got to get..
Tonight
Monday I`ll have Friday on my mind
Do the five day grind once more
Know of nothing else that bugs me
More than working for the rich man
Hey I`ll change that scene one day
Today I might be mad
Tomorrow I`ll be glad
Coz I got Friday on my mind


.

[DOLCETTO]

nummer, Cockney!

und noch einen hinterher:

Tears For Fears - Mothers Talk

My features form with a change in the weather
Weekend
We can work it out
My features form with a change in the weather
Weekend
We can work it out
When the wind blows
When the mothers talk
When the wind blows
When the wind blows
When the mothers talk
When the wind blows
We can work it out

It`s not that you`re not good enough
It`s just that we can make you better
Given that you pay the price
We can keep you young and tender
Following in the footsteps of a funeral pyre
You were paid not listen now your house is on fire

Wake me up when things get started
When everything starts to happen

My features form with a change in the weather

Some of us horrified
Others never talk about it
But when the weather starts to burn
Then you`ll know that you`re in trouble
Following in the footsteps of a soldier girl
It is time to put your clothes on and to face the world

Don`t you feel your luck is changing
When everything starts to happen
Put your head right next to my heart
The beat of the drum is the fear of the dark

My features form with a change in the weather!

wünsch ein gediegenes we - have fun, mädelz & checkers

[CockneyRebel]

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Danke - und auch ein herrliches Wochenende, Dolce! Viel Spaß bei Jane + Birth Control!

Hawkie, Du wirst die Lords nicht los im Hard Rock Cafe... Du schaust Dir demnächst (wieder) Hair an? Schön... möchte ich auch mal wieder! Das letzte Mal hab` ich`s Open Air gesehen - bei Gewitter und strömendem Regen...

Ein Lied aus Hair haben auch die Lords aufgenommen, zumindest den Refrain (und gar nicht mal schlecht )...

3500

Ripped open by metal explosion
Caught in barbed wire
Fireball
Bullet shock
Bayonet
Electricity
Shrapnel
Throbbing meat
Electronic data processing
Black uniforms
Bare feet, carbines
Mail-order rifles
Shoot the muscles
256 Viet Cong captured
256 Viet Cong captured

Prisoners in Niggertown
It`s a dirty little war
Three Five Zero Zero
Take weapons up and begin to kill
Watch the long long armies drifting home

[JuanLesPins]

Was lesen meine trüben Augen

J a n e

Die aus Hannover? Gibts die noch?

Live @home höre ich noch heute...

...mindestens einmal im Jahr. Meistens vor Weihnachten. Da habe ich immer meine sentimentale Phase.

All my friends, cool again, easy... doo doodoo doodoo

[CockneyRebel]

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Offenbar ja Thread: Neues vom Golf!

Selbst die Stones mochten sie!

Lady Jane

Rolling Stones

My sweet Lady Jane
When I see you again
Your servant am I
And will humbly remain

Just heed this plea my love
On bended knees my love
I pledge myself to Lady Jane

My dear Lady Anne
I`ve done what I can
I must take my leave
For promised I am

This play is run my love
Your time has come my love
I`ve pledged my troth to Lady Jane

Oh my sweet Marie
I wait at your ease
The sands have run out
For your lady and me

Wedlock is nigh my love
Her station`s right my love
Life is secure with Lady Jane
.

[CockneyRebel]

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Sorry,

Thread: Kein Titel für Thread 6862611455
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[fixbutte]

.................

THE PUSHER - Steppenwolf
1968

Words and music by Hoyt Axton

You know I`ve smoked a lot of grass
O` Lord, I`ve popped a lot of pills
But I never touched nothin`
That my spirit could kill
You know, I`ve seen a lot of people walkin` `round
With tombstones in their eyes
But the pusher don`t care
Ah, if you live or if you die

God damn, The Pusher
God damn, I say The Pusher
I said God damn, God damn The Pusher man

You know the dealer, the dealer is a man
With the love grass in his hand
Oh but the pusher is a monster
Good God, he`s not a natural man
The dealer for a nickel
Lord, will sell you lots of sweet dreams
Ah, but the pusher`ll ruin your body
Lord, he`ll leave your, he`ll leave your mind to scream

God damn, The Pusher
God damn, God damn the Pusher
I said God damn, God, God damn The Pusher man

Well, now if I were the president of this land
You know, I`d declare total war on The Pusher man
I`d cut him if he stands, and I`d shoot him if he`d run
Yes I`d kill him with my Bible and my razor and my gun

God damn The Pusher
Gad damn The Pusher
I said God damn, God damn The Pusher man

© Irving Music Inc. (BMI)

[fixbutte]

Ballad Of Easy Rider - Byrds

The river flows, it flows to the sea
Wherever that river goes that`s where I want to be
Flow river flow, let your waters wash down
Take me from this road to some other town
All he wanted was to be free
And that`s the way it turned out to be
Flow river flow, let your waters wash down
Take me from this road to some other town

Flow river flow, past the shady trees
Go river go, go to the sea
Flow to the sea

The river flows, it flows to the sea
Wherever it goes that`s where I want to be
Flow river flow, let your waters wash down
Take me from this road to some other town

[CockneyRebel]

[hawkhead]

GAMMA RAY • Birth Control
(B.Frenzel/B.Frenzel)

The World Is Pervated With
Ironie, Hunger And Corruption
The Eastern World And The Africans Too
Are Going To Repeat The History Of Our Wars
And Our Industry Supplies Them With Arms
Everybody Knows, But Apparently
Nobody Can Do Anything Against It
For Our Society Is On The Make

Well, Sometimes, Sometimes,
I Tried To Draw Up A List
I Tried To Find Out What Death Had Done
I Thought Of Honourable Murderers You Know
Like Jobbers And Mad Rabble-Rousers
At Anytime, Everywhere In The Whole World

If I Were A Gamma Ray, A Gamma Gamma
Gamma Ray Made Of Pure Existence
If I Were A Gamma Ray, A Gamma Gamma
Gamma Ray Mighty And Unfailing
I’d Radiate Love, To Fight Misery

Without A Body I Could Fly Round
The World Destroying Arms, Destroying Rockets
Mix-Up Complexions Of The Whole Human Race
We All Would Turn Into Chocolate People
Everybody, Everywhere In The Whole World
If I Were A Gamma Ray, A Gamma Gamma
Gamma Ray Made Of Pure Existence
If I Were A Gamma Ray, A Gamma Gamma
Gamma Ray Mighty And Unfailing
I’d Radiate Love, To Fight Misery

[Iguana]

ich hab Birth Control mal vor jahren in einem kleinen rockclub hier vor ort gesehen. hat prima gerockt und gamma ray war natürlich der höhepunkt der show.

iguana

[hawkhead]

freu mich schon auf gleich --- bin halb aufm Weg.

[CockneyRebel]

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Dürfte jetzt losgehen - wenn Jane fertig hat
.

[wangert]

mfg.wangert

[hawkhead]

war annersrum BC waren zuerst ... die ham sich wohl bei der Tour abgewechselt oder so ... hatte den Vorteil, dass man Jane nicht mehr bis zum Schluss sehen musste ... waren nicht so ganz unser Geschmack im Gegensatz zu BC

[CockneyRebel]

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Hatte das neulich auch - Doppelkonzert Lynyrd Skynyrd und Deep Purple... Lynyrd Skynyrd zuerst - danach hätte ich gehen sollen...
.

[DOLCETTO]

moin

.....es war echt konkrät korrekt, dass B.C. gestern mal
"annersrum" gespielt haben

"ihr seid zwar net zahlreich erschienen, jedoch die, die da sin, die sin klasse!

[hawkhead]

Stimmt Dolce: Du warst Klasse

[CockneyRebel]

[DOLCETTO]

ihr auch, hawkie

servus, Cockney
schad, dass du an diesem verzauberten abend net
bei uns sein konntest

[CockneyRebel]

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Servus Dolce,

ja, es ist wirklich zu dumm, dass die Entfernung so groß ist - ich wäre gern dabeigewesen! Aber ich freue mich mit euch! Habt ihr schon neue Pläne?
.

[hawkhead]

willst Du Trauzeuge sein?

[CockneyRebel]

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Sag nur, Du bist schwanger!
.

[hawkhead]

die Rollenverteilung ist noch nicht geklärt - ich wär gern für den Abwasch zuständig!

[hawkhead]

"Kommst Du jetz in Ekstase, hängt dir´n Tropfen an der Nase" meinte Nossi, der Schlagzeuger gestern mitten in GammaRay´s PercussionTeil ... und meinte damit wohl hauptsächlich sich selbst.

[CockneyRebel]

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Kann ich gut verstehen!


.

[CockneyRebel]

"Hängt der Tropfen ganz woanders, guckst Du sicher Lilo Wanders", sagte Cockney, der Rebel heute mitten im Thread... und meinte damit wohl hauptsächlich niemand bestimmten!

[fixbutte]

Smoke on the Water - Deep Purple
(Blackmore/Gillan/Glover/Lord/Paice)



We all came out to
On the Lake Geneva shoreline
To make records with a mobile
We didn`t have much time
Frank Zappa and The Mothers
Were at the best place around
But some stupid with a flare gun
Burned the place to the ground



Smoke on the water
A fire in the sky
Smoke on the water



They burned down the gamblin` house
It died with an awful sound
A funky Claude was running in and out
Pulling kids on the ground
When it all was over
We had to find another place
Swiss time was running out
It seemed that we would lose the race



Smoke on the water
A fire in the sky
Smoke on the water



We ended up at the Grand Hotel
It was empty, cold and bare
But with the Rolling truck Stones thing just outside
Making our music there
With a few red lights, a few old beds
We made a place to sweat
No matter what we get out of this
I know... I know we`ll never forget

Smoke on the water
A fire in the sky
Smoke on the water

[CockneyRebel]

.
fixbutte,

K L A S S E !


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[hawkhead]

schööön

[fixbutte]

Fireball - Deep Purple



The golden light about you show me where you`re from

The magic in your eye bewitches all you gaze upon

You stand up on your hill and behop all around you

They wonder where you`re from oh yeah

They wonder where I found you

Oh my love it`s a long way

Where you`re from it`s a long way

I tried to understand you, I tried to love you right

The way you smile and touch me always sets my heart alight

Your lips are like a fire burning through my soul

And people ask me where you`re from
They really wanna know

Oh my soul it`s a long way

Where you`re from it`s a long way

Magic woman wreckin` up my soul

Things you tell me have never been told

Magic woman I don`t know
Electric before me

I love you so I love you so

You`re racing like a fireball

dancing like a ghost

You`re gemini and I don`t know which one I like the most

My head is getting broken and my mind is getting bust

But now I`m coming with you down the road of golden dust

Oh my love it`s a long way
Where you`re from it`s a long way



Album: Fireball

[CockneyRebel]

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Einfach phantastisch, fixbutte...

Und super, dass Du es sowohl hier hineingestellt hast als auch in einen eigenen Thread!

Gratulation zu einem tollen Stimmungsbild!
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[fixbutte]

Eine kleine Abweichung, hast Du`s gemerkt

Und die eine Zeichnung von "Buk" ist tatsächlich von Charles Bukowski (Zufallsfund)

[CockneyRebel]

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Ich hab`s gerade erst nach Deinem Hinweis bemerkt! Der Eindruck war noch zu frisch!
.

[hawkhead]

einfach schön! Ich hatte sowas immer mal mit LedZep´s ImmigrantSong vor, mich aber bisher nicht drangetraut
Vielleicht mach ich´s mal - oder sonst jemand?

Oder: wie wär´s, wenn sich ein paar Leute auf einen Text einigen, den vorbereiten und in einem eigens geschaffenen Thread zur selben Zeit posten?
So nach dem Motto: fünf verschieden illustrierte Male "No woman no cry"

[CockneyRebel]

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Super-Idee! Also ich wäre dabei - ein bisschen Vorlauf müsste natürlich sein...

Oje, "Immigrant Song" ist schwierig! Einige Passagen kann man wahrscheinlich nur sehr assoziativ bebildern... Ich stell` den Text mal ein:


Ah, ah,
We come from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
The hammer of the gods
Will drive our ships to new lands,
To fight the horde, singing and crying:
Valhalla, I am coming!
On we sweep with threshing oar,
Our only goal will be the western shore.
Ah, ah,
We come from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
How soft your fields so green,
Can whisper tales of gore,
Of how we calmed the tides of war.
We are your overlords.
On we sweep with threshing oar,
Our only goal will be the western shore.
So now you’d better stop and rebuild all your ruins,
For peace and trust can win the day
Despite of all your losing.
.

[hawkhead]

also zu aaah aaaah hab ich schon mal eins ... der hammer of gods wird schwieriger

[CockneyRebel]

.
Das andere könnte gehen...


No woman, no cry





No woman, no cry





No woman, no cry

[hawkhead]

oh Cockney, das wird nix ... "Valhalla, I am coming!" ... wir brauchen einen anderen Text

[CockneyRebel]

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Wasn Zufall, gerade danach hab ich gerade gesucht!


Valhalla I`m coming



.

[CockneyRebel]

.
Aber so wie Du`s gemeint hast... oje... Warst Du eigentlich schon mal gesperrt?
.

[hawkhead]

pssst

[CockneyRebel]

.

We come from the land of the ice and snow,



.

[hawkhead]

... no woman no cry.

[CockneyRebel]

.
For peace and trust can win the day
Despite of all your losing.




.

[hawkhead]

from the midnight sun


where the hot springs blow (ich dachte eigentlich, es hiesse ... flow..- aber gut, diese hier blowen )

[hawkhead]

Yngwie war auch mal ganz gut, als er vor seiner Begegnung mit der Kreissäge, bei der er zwei Finger verlor die Gitarre noch mit der richtigen Hand halten konnte. Heutzutage lässt er sie nur noch schlaff über den Bauch hängen.

[CockneyRebel]

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Da ist es tröstlich, wenn andere Prominente ebenfalls zu ihrer Behinderung stehen und den Betroffenen Mut machen.



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[hawkhead]

Aua!

Na das ist aber so gerade nochmal gutgegangen!

Hier ein gar nicht so selten vorkommender chirurgischer Fehler:

[CockneyRebel]

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Rockmusik kann trotzdem Spaß machen!



.

[wolaufensie]

...eigentlich macht Rockmusik nur so richtig Spass...

[hawkhead]

[wolaufensie]

...stellt da mal eben Arnold Schwarzenegger seine neue
Agenda zwanzig nulldrei vor...?...

[hawkhead]

kann gut sein! Auffällig zumindest, dass beide recht wenig in der Hose zu haben scheinen.

[wolaufensie]

...sieht man so nach 20 Semestern Politologie aus...?
...Verdannt ich glaube ich hab was falsch gemacht.....!?

[wolaufensie]

...in welcher austrischen Hansestadt ist das Arnie-Foto
wohl gemacht worden..?...:grübel:

[CockneyRebel]

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Salzburg.
.

[hawkhead]

das ist am Wolfgangsee?! Mal lyta fragen!

[wolaufensie]

....ich dachte immer Wolfgang hätt´ es mehr mit den Kugeln
als mit dem Wasser gehabt...

[wolaufensie]

...Wolfgangs schärfste Munition...

[DOLCETTO]

jo, da arnie hod mit`m vodda jede nocht des
karge essen herbeischaffen müass`n >>> es is ein
hartes lehm am steirischen meer:

[CockneyRebel]

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Auch die Salzburger Nockerln sind eine Versuchung!



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[CockneyRebel]

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Tschuldigung, hab`s mit den Donauwellen verwechselt!



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[CockneyRebel]

.
Oder waren es jetzt Schillerlocken?



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[DOLCETTO]

da sind schillerlocken:

[CockneyRebel]

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Dolce, stimmt! Ich hatte jetzt Krapfen.....





mit Karpfen verwechselt!



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[linea]

Und ICH verwechsle nichts
..I know what I want....
sondern wechsle eisern an diesem noch jungfräulichen Tag vom gustorischen zum gewünschten auditven Erlebnis:



Album: Dance of Death
Song: Journeyman

From the red sky of the east
To the sunset in the west
We have cheated death
And he has cheated us

But that was just a dream
And this is what it means
We are sleeping and we`ll dream for evermore

And the fragment remains of our memories
And the shadows remain with our hands
Deep grey, came to mourn
All the colours of the dawn
Will this Journeymans day be his last?

I know what I want
And I say what I want
And no one can take it away
I know what I want
And I say what I want
And no one can take it away

But the memory still remains
All the past years not so stange
Our winter times are like a silent shroud

And the heartbeat of the day
Drives the mist away
And winter`s not the only dream around

In your life you may choose desolation
And the shadows you build with your hands
If you turn to the light
That is burning in the night
Then the Journeyman`s day has begun

I know what I want
And I say what I want
And no one can take it away
I know what I want.
And I say what I want
And no one can take it away

In your life you may choose desolation
And the shadows you build with your hands
If you turn to the light
That is burning in the night
Then the Journeyman`s day has begun

I know what I want
And I say what I want
And no one can take it away
I know what I want
And I say what I want
And no one can take it away

Moin
Linea

[hawkhead]

hab gehört, den Eddie gibt´s immer noch



Na mal gut, dass dies der Ringfinger ist

[linea]

Hawkhead

Na wenn die bei dieser Tour ebenfalls ein solches Spektakel veranstalten wie hier beschrieben,
dann werde ich ja am 4.11. einen ausgesprochen köstlichen visuellen Genuss erleben... und meine Ohren wohl ihr blaues Wunder

"...Als atemberaubender Headlining-Act auf der Mainstage zogen Iron Maiden dann leib- und livehaftig mit gewohnt bombastischer Bühnenshow sämtliche Festivalbesucher in ihren Bann. Auch wenn sich die eingefleischten Fans sicher mehr altes Material auf der Playlist gewünscht hätten, Evil-Bruce sang sie alle in den Staub! Pyro-Explosionen zündeten, Bühnenaufbauten veränderten sich, Hintergründe wechselten und das Eddy-Monster gab sich mit rot glühenden Augen ebenfalls ein Stelldichein. Bruce sprang, rannte und schrie wie ein Zwanzigjähriger, performte und lenkte die Show in professioneller Perfektion..."

[hawkhead]

Evil-Bruce

[Iguana]

dass evil-bruce inzwischen die einzige "eiserne jungfrau" mit kurzhaarfrisur ist hat seinen guten grund. eine matte würde nämlich im cockpit sehr unpassend rüberkommen.

"Den Fans an Bord kippt die Kinnlade nach unten"
Rockstar genießt zweite Karriere als Pilot

London (rpo). Der Sänger der legendären britischen Heavy-Metal-Band Iron Maiden hat sich ein zweites berufliches Standbein geschaffen: Bruce Dickinson hat eine zweite Karriere als Pilot einer Charterfluglinie begonnen.

"Das ist ein toller Job. Es ist unvergleichlich", wird der 44-Jährige von der Zeitung "The Daily Telegraph" zitiert. Dickinson fliegt für die Gesellschaft Astraeus als erster Offizier auf einer Boeing 737 zwischen Großbritannien und Ferienorten in Europa, Nordafrika und Nahost hin und her, wie das Unternehmen bestätigte.

Gar mancher Iron-Maiden-Fan an Bord habe schon gestutzt, wenn der Name Bruce Dickinson als der des ersten Offiziers vorgelesen wurde, erzählt der fliegende Schwermetaller. Sie fragten dann die Stewardess, ob das etwa der Rockstar sei, der vorn im Cockpit sitze. "Ihnen kippte dann die Kinnlade nach unten und sie wollten mit mir sprechen", erklärt Dickinson.

Der Musiker machte seinen Pilotenschein in den neunziger Jahren. In seinem Urlaub greift er aber nach wie vor zum Mikrofon. Im Juni kletterten Iron Maiden mit einer Neuauflage ihres Hits "Run to the Hills" den neunten Platz der britischen Single-Hitparade.


Schwermetaller und Charterpilot: Bruce Dickinson. Foto: AP

[CockneyRebel]

.
Aus der Kluft treibt mich das Bangen,
Alte Klänge nach mir langen -
Süße Sünde, laß mich los!
Oder wirf mich ganz darnieder,
Vor dem Zauber dieser Lieder
Bergend in der Erde Schoß!


.

[DOLCETTO]

jep Cockney

"Alte Klänge nach mir langen...."

dieser da hat gestern abend voll nach mir gelangt - mit dem phetten macho-stück "Don Giovanni"




ey, ultra bunny-checker der giovanni
auf seiner liste standen mädelz in großer zahl:
630 aus italien, 231 aus dt.landen, 100 aus fronkreisch,
91 aus der türkei und milletre (1003) aus spanien

[linea]

Cockney
ein schöner Eichendorff-Text

[hawkhead]

irgendwo war mal die Rede von Alan Parsons Project. Ich sehe grade, dass dies am 8.Feb.04 in München gastiert. Bestimmt auch noch woanders...
Ansonsten kommen die Einst. Neubauten im März und Mother´s Finest im Dezember. Mist - ich hab Jane´s Addiction verpasst

[hawkhead]

Aber immer langsam - erstmal gibt´s Daniel Küblböck und dann zur Erholung Thin Lizzy ... vielleicht noch Anne Clark zwischendrin?

Anne Clark live acoustic

08.11.03 Stuttgart - Liederhalle
09.11.03 Hof - Bürgergesellschaft Hof 
10.11.03 München - Muffathalle
11.11.03 Erfurt - Gewerkschaftshaus
12.11.03 Dresden - Lukaskirche
13.11.03 Rostock - Nikolaikirche
14.11.03 Berlin - Passionskirche
15.11.03 Neu Brandenberg - Konzertkirche
16.11.03 Magdeburg - Johanniskirche
18.11.03 Kiel - Halle 400 (together with acoustic CHUMBAWAMBA)
19.11.03 Hamburg - Markthalle (together with acoustic CHUMBAWAMBA) 
20.11.03 Hannover - Pavillon
21.11.03 Bremen - Modernes
22.11.03 Duisburg - Pulp
23.11.03 Brüssel (Belgium) - Botanique
25.11.03 Drachten (Holland) - Iduna
26.11.03 Tongeren (Belgium) - De Velinx 
27.11.03 Freiburg - Jazzhaus
28.11.03 Friedrichshafen - Metro 
29.11.03 Saarbrücken - Garage
30.11.03 Mainz - Frankfurter Hof
02.12.03 Winthertur (Switzerland) - Gaswerk 
03.12.03 Rubigen (bei Bern, Switzerland) - Mühle Hunziken 
04.12.03 Nürnberg - Hirsch 
06.12.03 Athens (Greece) - Gagarin 205 Live Music Space

THIN LIZZY `Global Chaos 2003 World Tour`

15.11. Hannover (Bluesgarage)
16.11. Ingolstadt (Orakel)
17.11. Freiburg (Jazzhaus)
18.11. Reichenbach (Die Halle)
19.11. Tuttlingen (Stadthalle)
28.11. Zaandam/NL
29.11. Rijssen/NL
30.11. Belgien (wird noch bekanntgegeben)

The line-up is 
Scott Gorham
John Sykes
Michael Lee
Randy Gregg

[fixbutte]

Radar Love
by Golden Earring

I’ve been drivin‘ all night my hand’s wet on the wheel
There’s a voice in my head that drives my heel
And my baby calls that she needs me here
It’s half past four and I’m shifting gear

When she gets lonely and the longing gets too much
She sends a cable comin‘ in from above
We don’t need to talk at all

We got a thing that’s called radar love
We got a wave in the air
Radar Love

Radio’s playin‘ some forgotten song
Brenda Lee’s coming on strong
The road has got me hypnotized
And I’m spinning into a new sunrise

When I get lonely and I’m sure I’ve had enough
She sends her comfort coming in from above
We don’t need a letter at all

We got a thing that’s called radar love
We got a line in the air
Radar Love

No more speed I’m almost there
Gotta keep cool now, gotta take care
Last car to pass here I go
And the line of cars goes down real slow

And the radio played some forgotten song
Brenda Lee’s coming on strong
And the newsman sang his same song
Oh one more radar lover gone

When I get lonely and I’m sure I’ve had enough
She sends her comfort coming in from above
We don’t need a letter at all

We got a thing that’s called radar love
We got a line in the sky
We got a thing that’s called radar love
We got a thing that’s called radar love

[CockneyRebel]

.
I’ve been drivin‘ all night my hand’s wet on the wheel
There’s a voice in my head that drives my heel
...
We got a thing that’s called radar love...



.

[hawkhead]

so eins krieg ich demnächst auch Was kosten 72 statt 50km/h in geschlossener Ortschaft?

[hawkhead]

und: da war ein anderes Auto neben mir, welches ich gerade überh ... äh, das mich grade überholte.
Können die auf dem Bild feststellen, wer da zu schnell war?

[hawkhead]

also ich war halt grad so schön am

Space Truckin`
(Deep Purple)

We had a lot of luck on Venus
We always had a ball on Mars
Meeting all the groovey people
We`ve rocked the Milky Way so far
We danced around with Borealice
We`re space truckin` round the the stars
Come on let`s go

Remember when we did the moonshot
And Pony Trekker led the way
We`d move to the Canaveral moonstop
And everynaut would dance and sway
We got music in our solar system
We`re space truckin` round the stars
Come on let`s go

The fireball that we rode was moving
But now we`ve got a new machine
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah the freaks said
Man those cats can really swing
They got music in their solar system
They`ve rocked around the Milky Way
They dance around the Borealice
They`re everyday
Come on

[DOLCETTO]

n`abend,
es läuft

Horslips - Time To Kill!

The hop jig we`ve used here is in 9/8 time and is called The Humours of
Whiskey.
I see the last black swan
Fly past the sun.
I wish I, too, were gone
Back home again.
It seems our fortunes lied
Despite our gain.
Our tears fall like our pride.
We cry in shame.
Now we`ve got time to kill!
Kill the shadows on our skin.
Kill the fear that grows within.
Killing time, my friend.
I stare into your eyes.
But can`t see far.
You cut me down to size.
You bring the dark.
My body`s black and sore.
I need to sleep.
Now hear the heaven`s roar.
I can`t escape.
Now we`ve got time to kill!
Kill the shadows on our skin.
Kill the fear that grows within.
Killing time, my friend.

meine gedanken schweifen nach irland zu @carpe,
ein stabiles lager tät ich jetzt net ablehnen

[MissB.Hagen]

The Fugs – eine Kultband aus der Zeit des „Underground“. Nicht jedermanns Sache – und die meisten Texte sind nicht jugendfrei (aber saugut). Die LP`s habe ich mal verborgt (zusammen mit meiner Lieblings-LP von Cheech y Chong) und nicht mehr zurück bekommen .

New Amphetamine Shriek
The Fugs

I don’t have a bedtime
I don’t need to cum
For I have become
An amphetamine bum
If you don’t like sleeping
And don’t want to screw
Then you should take lots
Of amphetamine too

These stimulant games
Can make life so sweet
I can walk down the street
Without moving my feet
My brain works so fleet
I can outwit the heat
And I never feel beat
And I don’t need to eat

I’m always excited
I just love to walk
My jaws keep on moving
And turning out talk
I love to draw pictures
In layers and layers
And say the words backwards
When I say my prayers

There’s nine bouncing people
In one little room
The vectors are threading
Eternity’s loom
I’s not bad for brain cells
The doctors proclaim
It’s almost as save as
That good old cocaine



A Long Group Grope With The Fugs
By Wesley Joost and Jon Randall

All of the following records, originally recorded from `65-68 on LP have been recently re-leased and digitally re-mastered on CD (many new tracks have been added). If you cannot find them ask your local record dealer to special order them for you. Other albums by the Fugs: Tenderness Junction; the Belle of Avenue A. Also From their reunion: Refuse to be Burnt-out (`85), No More Slavery (`86) and Star Peace (`87). And look out for their next release: "Final Anarcho Syndicalist Post-Futurity Social Democratic Folk Rock Civil Rights Salute".

The Fugs first album
This album came out of two jam sessions in Ed Sanders` Peace Eye bookstore. It`s a raw and energetic folk rock record, but unfortunately the FUGS technical knowledge was limited. As Ed Sanders said, "We had absolutely no sense or belief that there would be any interest in this stuff 30 years later. It didn`t occur to us at all, otherwise we might have paid more careful attention to the recording techniques - the placement of microphones, the quality of the tape recorder and so forth - especially with the live material. On one level, we just did all this for a joke. We decided to have some fun, party, and write some songs. We were poets, and we certainly knew how to write words, but none of us went to Juilliard, and when we made the first record we didn`t even know how to face the microphones."
The lyrics on this album are first rate poetry (except when they`re joking around) but the music is obviously stoned beatniks diddling out catchy folk-rock tunes. However, it is quaint and entertaining -- like a musical home movie.
I Couldn`t Get High is the FUGS number one drug anthem: "I went to a party the other night/ I wanted to fill my brain with light/ I grabbed myself a bottle/ I thought in a while I`d be feeling fine but I couldn`t get high/ I whipped out my pipe and filled it full of grass/ Gave myself a light/ I huffed, puffed, smoked and toked/ After a while my heart was nearly broke ..."
While Boobs A Lot is one of Sanders superb dirty jokes about football players gawking at and rejoicing in cheerleaders breasts.
"Down in the locker room, just the boys/ Do you wear your jock a lot?/ Gotta wear your jock a lot/ Do you like boobs a lot?/ Gotta like boobs a lot/ If you like boobs a lot tag-a-long/ If you have a long flagon on ..."
Kupferberg`s Defeated is the most heart-felt song on the record: "When I was a little boy my mother defeated me/ She wouldn`t let me play with my cock/ Or suck on her soft tittie/ Defeated, I know I am defeated/ When I was a little little man the government said to me/ I want three years and perhaps your life ..."
The live recording No Redemption is remarkable because Ed Sanders tossed a glop of Spaghetti on Andy Warhol (he used to frequent early FUGS shows) in the middle of the song -- the action symbolizing the bombing of Vietnam.
The Rhapsody Of Tuli is like a short story from Ed Sanders Tales Of Beatnik Glory. Sanders narrates the song writing process of Tuli; who, in his deep raspy voice composes many songs in front of the bath room mirror. His line "I`d give everything for Herzegovina," is prophetic of the Serb/Croat wars. Another piece of spontaneous prose by Tuli analyzes the macho element in brother sister relationships. "Mister, I wanna fuck your sister."

The Second FUGS Album
When the FUGS first got to a better studio they were moving away from folk and ready to rock. The songs are mostly cute, catchy two minutes ditties. Group-Grope is a simple free-love song complete with orgasms at the end; while I Want To Know, the albums ballad, has full-spectrum orchestration.
While everyone else in the 60`s was talking about getting high the FUGS were talking about coming down. Like with many hippies, their involvement with cocaine and speed led to terrible burn-outs. In the song I`m a Comin` Down, they sing, "Hey grief bird, what`s happening/ Ashes/ Pits of ashes/ Ashes and screams/ Eyes with a vision of torture/ Frightened with a vision of death ..."
Dirty Old Man sounds like Chuck Berry going to the lower East Side. "Hello kiddies, here I am at the school yard/ Looking up every dress I can/ Handing out drugs at the school/ Touching all the bosoms I can/ Communist literature in my hat/ Giving out pictures and pouring them pills." It was the FUGS most requested song.
Mother Earth is appreciated in Virgin Forest, a spiraling epic of primitive lust. Influenced by early Frank Zappa it sounds like a bunch of wacked out hippies with different instruments doing a psychedelic freak-out. It begins with an orgy in the forest, with a boy, chimps, and turkeys. "Gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble." It then degenerates into a homage to William Burroughs: "Wounded galaxies/ Good food in abandoned zoo/ Everyone, pants down/ Suck my message/ Take your face off my bayonet/ Towers open fire!"
Another ode to ugliness is Mutant Stomp, an anti-nuclear waste song featuring a man with a nine prong dick. "We groped and we shrieked but one dick wouldn`t come."

It Crawled Into My Hand, Honest
This is the FUGS best album. They had finally graduated from cheap recording techniques and hired first-rate session men. It gives their form of rock a huge anthem sound without sacrificing catchy tunes and interesting lyrics. With a classical producer they arrange Country and Western with classical waltzes in a pleasing and quirky way. The album displays the McCartney-eque tune writing ability of Tuli Kupferberg and the sweet and sour Lenon-ish lyrics of Ed Sanders.
Ramses II Is Dead My Love, is a country and western song about Ramses II`s funeral procession down the Nile. The song is timely because his sons` tombs were recently found. "Ramses the II is dead my love/ He`s left from Memphis to Heaven/ Ptah has taken him on his solar barge/ And walked him to Nat`s celestial shores/ Heaven is waiting for Ramses II/ He`s gone to Ptah`s great side."
Wide, Wide, River is shit-kickers gospel music -- a true anthem of the times. It begins with a parable description of life: "I`ve been floating in this river of shit/ Over twenty years and I`m gettin` tired of it/ But I`ve got to keep swimming in this river of shit, `cause I don`t want to die," and goes on to an anti-Vietnam rant. "Who was it that set up this system/ This supposedly democratic system/ Where we`re always voting for the lesser of two evils/ Was George Washington the lesser of two evils?/ Sometimes I wonder. Some politicians say we`ve got to stop violence in this country/ While he`s spending 15,000 dollars a second snuffing gooks." It concludes, "River of shit, bringing health, wealth, and prosperity to every man, women, and child."
Tuli Kupferberg paraphrases Goethe`s Faust in "Life is strange and death is easy/ I was young/ But now I`m ugly." It has a jazzy piano background and a women`s chorus that gives it a strange almost Hollywood like quality.
The song Johnny Pissoff is about gun toting cowboys, with very modern lyrics prophetic of the Oklahoma bombing. "Hey Mister, tell all the commies and draft card burners my name is Johnny pissoff / Ain`t no pink fag legislator gonna tell me I can`t have guns! / I`d never kill the president but I kill him in my dreams." The FUGS mourn the sad and narrow lives of Johnny Pissoff`s around the world. "When the Red Angel comes / And the TV is cold / And you prey in the dawn/ For what`s left of your soul."
Marijuana is a Gregorian chant listing all the names of pot, symbolizing its right to be smoked as part of a religious experience. It is 30 years ahead of its time considering the Gregorian monks now sell millions of records.
When The Mode of the Music changes (the walls of the city shake) foretells the coming of hard-core Rap and punk rock. "You can have the men who make the laws/ Give me the music makers." The song progresses into a Broadway show tune straight out of Hair. "Music harth alarums to wild the civil breasts." And concludes as a paen of lust. "I get horny, horny, horny, horny, horny, etc."
Then Tuli goes into a down beat solo for fifteen second, "Life`s so funny, I could cry, life`s so funny, I could die," before Sanders ecstatically jumps into the horn-dog anthem Grope Need, "Slipping my horny candy cane into your existential hole."
In a Haiku (a condensed style of Japanese poetry that focuses on observations of nature) Kupferberg reads "Do not tell me, I am source of your knock up/ The mud elephant wading through the sea leaves no tracks." Then the album concludes with a reprise of "I Get Horny."
"It Crawled Into My Hand" is the Sgt. Peppers of the truly underground. It is one of the most important records of the 60`s and it has been sadly neglected. It is fearlessly inventive and there is not one hint of commercialism on this album. This is poets following their vision. If this isn`t alternative nothing is.

GOLDEN FILTH -- Live at the Filmore.
This album captures the in-between song ramblings, jokes, and poems of a live FUGS show in `68, when the FUGS were at their musical peak. "Her dildo is made out of petrified tapir whale snout, goddess of late night circle slurps and jello orgies, wears a necklace of onyx colored tit wax." Sanders spurts out with gaining momentum as he introduces Slum Goddess From the Lower East Side. -- "I floated lonely down the street one day/ Who did I see slithering down my way?"
The song "Coca-Cola Douche" is a look at the myth in the fifties that women could you-know-what with a coke bottle as a form of contraceptive. Sanders uses the image to describe his personal sexual fetish. "Her pelvis got the caffeine shakes/ Come on down for an ice cream soda/ I just got a Coca-Cola douche." The song is spiced up by a hyperactive lead guitarist.
Sanders tells the audience at the Fillmore about his friends the Lesbian Trolls. "They have a sense of tradition, they do, they cut off one of their breasts as an ode to the Iliad and use it as a tote bag." Then he describes their famous Tomato orgies, "After a while you feel like your squishing around in menstruating whale snatch."
Nothing is Kupferberg`s supreme ode to negativity. "Monday, nothing, Tuesday, nothing, Wednesday, nothing, Thursday nothing, Friday for a change a whole lot of nothing. Allen Ginsberg, nothing. Flesh and sex, nothing." The song is joined by a joyful rock accompaniment. The Smiths and the Cure combined were never so negative.
The album concludes with Supergirl: what the perfect women should be. "She has the mouth power of an industrial vacuum cleaner/ Dreams like a poet/ Kiss like a cherry/ Hug like a berry flow / like a mountain stream ..."

Missy

[wolaufensie]

I don’t have a bedtime
I don’t need to cum
For I have become
An amphetamine bum

...wenn Wilhelm Busch Engländer gewesen wäre....
dann hätte man sicher Ähnliches zu hören
bekommen.... cum und bum kommen wirklich
ganz allerliebst daher...amphetamin bum...
....kann ich mich richtig dranne hochziehen...

[3TageSchlafentzug]

Wem sagst du das, wolaufensie! Wem!

[hawkhead]

Hier ein tierisch hasserfüllter und auch nicht ganz jugendfreier Text. Der Titel heisst soviel wie "Zecken und Blutegel". Sämtliche Lyrics der Band Tool übersetzt ins Deutsche gibt´s in diesem pdf-file:
http://www.toolband.de/fileadmin/user_upload/translation.pdf

Tool • Ticks & Leeches


Suck and suck. Suckin up all you can suckin up all you can suck.
Workin up under my patience like a little tick.
Fat little parasite. Suck me dry.
My blood is bruised and borrowed. You thieving bastards.
You have turned my blood cold and bitter,
beat my compassion black and blue.

Hope this is what you wanted.
Hope this is what you had in mind.
Cuz this is what you`re getting.
I hope you`re choking. I hope you choke on this.
I hope you`re choking. I hope you choke on this.

Taken all I can taken all I can, we can take. Taken all you can taken you can, we can take.
Got nothing left to give to you.
Blood suckin parasitic little blood suckin parasitic little
blood suckin parasitic little tick
Take what you want and then go.

Suck me dry.

Is this what you wanted?
Is this what you had in mind?
Is this what you wanted?
Cuz this this is what you`re getting.
I hope, I hope, I hope you choke.

[fixbutte]

#285 Hawkie
irre Iguanas Thread: Kein Titel für Thread 7076971021

Flo & Eddie



(ex-Turtles)



When the original Turtles dissolved in 1970, the band`s core members, Mark Volman and Howard Kaylan, discovered that due to contractual restrictions they were prevented from using the name "The Turtles" as well as their own names in any musical context. So they became "The Phlorescent Leech and Eddie" - later shortened to "Flo and Eddie".

Flo und Eddie haben ein paar schlimme Sachen mit Frank Zappa gemacht



Mark, Howard and Jim Pons joined Frank Zappa`s Mothers of Invention, for one of the most entertaining incarnations of that ensemble. While with The Mothers, they appeared on
- Chunga`s Revenge
- 200 Motels
- Live At The Fillmore
- Just Another Band From L.A.
...as well as appearing in the film `200 Motels`.

[fixbutte]

Hier noch mal die Mothers mit Flo & Eddie

[fixbutte]

#282 Missy

Das mit den FUGS werde ich mir heute abend mal genauer reinziehen. Die wurden sehr oft zitiert in dem von mir zerlesenen Taschenbuch von Helmut Salzinger "Rock Power - oder wie musikalisch ist die Revolution" (ja, so ändern sich die Zeiten ), ich habe ihre Musik aber praktisch nie gehört. Eine wichtige Rolle in dem Buch spielte aber auch Eric Burdon, u.a. mit diesem Text

Eric Burdon & WAR

Tobacco Road

I was born in a filthy dump
my mother died and my daddy got drunk
and they left me here
to die or grow
in the middle of TOBACCO ROAD
I grew up in a prefabricated shack
when I went to high school
they pulled the clothes off my back
the Lord above knows
how much I loathe
this mean old place
called TOBACCO ROAD
yes TOBACCO ROAD
let me tell you now TOBACCO ROAD
talkin` `bout a road
yeh TOBACCO ROAD Lord!!
talkin` `bout your road talkin` `bout my road
talkin` `bout TOBACCO ROAD
talkin` `bout a road but it`s home
mm yes it is the only life I`ve ever known
I`ve ever known and the Lord knows
how much I loathe TOBACCO ROAD
(road road road) talkin` `bout your road
(road road road) talkin` `bout my road
(road road road) you know baby it`s my home yeh
(road road road) sister it`s dirty and a-filthy
(road road road) it`s crawlin` with rats and stinkin` of mice
(road road road) but it`s home yes it is and I`m goin`
(road road road)
(road road road)
I`m gonna leave and get me a job
and with the help and grace from above
I`ll get myself some money yes I will
I`ll get rich I know
and then I`ll bring it on back to TOBACCO ROAD
Yes I will I`ll bring dynamite and I`ll bring me a crane
and I`ll blow it all up and start all over again
and I`ll build up people I`ll make it top yes I will
I`ll be crackin` coal
yes I will I`ll be crackin` coal yes I will
and I`ll keep the name
yes i will and I`ll never forget no I won`t
Oooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
Road road
talkin` `bout a road
yeh talkin` `bout your road
talkin` `bout my road
talkin` `bout TOBACCO ROAD
you know I`m talkin` about it
tellin` you about it
Talkin` about it
It`s gotta be changed
It`s gotta be changed
I`ve got to change it
I have a dream
everybody has a dream
I have a dream that I can change it
I have a dream that I can make it good once more
I have a dream it`s mine it`s yours and yours
Let me tell you `bout my dream
Let me tell you `bout my dream
We gotta to get it out we have to build it up
tear it down build it up
I had a dream one night
I had a dream one night
I was taken to a place
far away from TOBACCO ROAD
far away far away from you
far away from myself
I had a dream
I had a dream in my head
I saw something
it was the most beautiful thing
I`d ever seen in my life
I spoke out loud I said
You know you are the most beautiful thing
I`d ever seen in my life
I heard a voice tell me
I heard a voice say to me
it said "What do you want?"
I said "I want to change it
because it`s wrong
I want to change it
because I believe it could be better"
and the voice said to me
"What makes you think
that you are man enough to change anything?"
I thought for awhile
and then I spoke out loud
and I said to it
I said "Because I am a man
and I`m a part of the things that are wrong
And if this world is goin` to go on
I gonna have to put it right!!!
and I know just by lookin` at you
baby that you`re superior to me
and you can help me
give me the answer
give me some answers"
She turned around to me
and you know what she said
she said "I can help you
but there`s something
I want from you and it`s a gift
in turn for the information
I can give I want a gift from you
I want a gift from you
I tried my very best to look up to the sky
but I realized I had no eyes
I was blind totally blind
I begin to get afraid afraid of the dark
I was afraid afraid in the darkness
but then I thought about my friends
who have no eyesight
I thought about the world they live in
how much it`s nice there how good it made me feel
In was not afraid I was not afraid anymore
I spoke up louder I said listen
"you`ve got my eyesight
there isn`t much more I can give
Now tell me how can I change it?"
The voice said back "oh yes there is
I want something more than your eyesight!"
I thought for a while
I thought what more could she want than my eyes?
Then the terrible feeling crept over me
as I began to realized that I understood
what she was a-talkin` about
I screamed out loud I said I`m not gonna give up my life
I`d love to give you my life
but I`m just a young man with a wife
I have a wife and a baby
and if I die I know they`ll cry
so please don`t take my life
then I heard my wife say
"It`s allright baby I understand
go ahead and do your thing"
there was nowhere I could run
I heard my father say "I understand son
go ahead and give it it is yours to give"
then I heard my mother say the same thing
She said "Go ahead and give it away
I gave to you and now it`s time to give it to someone else"
I was lost I was lost
no place to run no place to hide
no place to run no place to hide
I felt it I knew it I could sense it
I could feel it
creeping up from the tips of my toes
up my legs over my knees
over my belly cross my chest
the black shadow of death
no place to run no place to hide
so I just laid there
and I died
died
died
it`s dark there it`s still there
but it`s gotta be changed yes it has
gotta be changed yes it has
opened my eyes once more
I breath again I walked again
I was ten times stronger
they gave it back to me
I`m gonna give it back to you
life is too precious life is precious
life goes on and on never stops
never stops no no it just goes on
and on and on and on and on
I`ve got to change that road
I gotta build me a new road
We can walk that road together hand in hand
yeh hand in hand ah come on people
ooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwww
Road road talkin` `bout a road
yeh talkin` `bout TOBACCO ROAD
Taklin` about TOBACCO ROAD
dirty and a-filthy
dirty and a-filthy
dirty and a-filthy
TOBACCO ROAD yeh TOBACCO ROAD
people our road yeh TOBACCO ROAD
yeh TOBACCO ROAD oh Lord
TOBACCO ROAD road
talkin``bout a road
talkin``bout a road
talkin``bout a road
talkin``bout my road
talkin``bout a road
talkin``bout a road
talkin``bout it
talkin``bout it
talkin``bout a road
talkin``bout a road
TOBACCO ROAD
TOBACCO ROAD
TOBACCO ROAD
TOBACCO ROAD
can`t stop can`t stop
can`t stop me never stop me
talkin``bout a road
I`m goin` home Lord
goin` home now
goin` home
goin` home
goin` home

[hawkhead]

Jetzt wollt ich Dich, butte grad zu Bine´s Zappa-Thread: Frank Zappa führen ... musste jedoch feststellen, dass Du ihn schon bewohnst

Deshalb hier was ganz anderes vom vorletzten Studio-Album der ThinLizzy vor Phil Lynott´s Tod. Lizzy sind ja grade auf Tour ... beim Suchen nach einer Website stolperte ich irgendwo über die Info, dass Lynott´s letztes Konzert ever Mitte der 80er auf dem Nürnberger Zeppelinfeld stattfand. Ich war dort - es war phantastisch. Wusste nur bisher nicht, dass es sein letztes gewesen sein sollte....

Renegade • Thin Lizzy

He`s just a boy that his lost his way
He`s a rebel that has fallen down
He`s a fool been blown away
To you and me he`s a renegade

He`s a clown that we put down
He`s a man that doesn`t fit
He`s a king but not in this town
To you and me he`s a renegade

But he is a king when he`s on his own
He`s got a bike and that`s his throne
And when he rides he`s like the wind
To you and me he`s a renegade
He`s just a boy who has lost his sights
He`s a stranger, prowls the night
He`s a devil, that`s right
To you and me he`s a renegade

Check it out, check his face
Look at his eyes, they`re so sly
I wonder why he cries from the inside
I wonder why he`s a renegade

Oh please, I`m on my begged bended knees
Oh please, please heed my call
He`s just a boy that has lost his way
He`s just a boy, that`s all

[fixbutte]

Hawkie
hier machen wir auch bei #1000 nen Index

[CockneyRebel]

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Fangt am besten gleich an!
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[MissB.Hagen]

Ja dann - packen wir`s an!

American Woman
The Guess Who
Written by Randy Bachman, Burton Cummings, Jim Kale and Garry Peterson
- peaked at #1 in 1970

American Woman, stay away from me
American Woman, mama let me be
Don`t come a hangin` around my door
I don`t wanna see your face no more
I got more important things to do
Than spend my time growin` old with you
Now Woman, I said stay away
American Woman, listen what I say-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay

American Woman, get away from me
American Woman, mama let me be
Don`t come a knockin` around my door
Don`t wanna see your shadow no more
Coloured lights can hypnotize
Sparkle someone else`s eyes
Now Woman, I said get away
American Woman, listen what I say-ay-ay-ay

American Woman, said get away
American Woman, listen what I say
Don`t come a hangin` around my door
Don`t wanna see your face no more
I don`t need your war machines
I don`t need your ghetto scenes
Coloured lights can hypnotize
Sparkle someone else`s eyes
Now Woman, get away from me
American Woman, mama let me be

Go, gotta get away, gotta get away now go, go, go
I`m gonna leave you woman
Gonna leave you woman
Bye-bye Bye-bye Bye-bye Bye-bye
You`re no good for me
I`m no good for you
Gonna look you right in the eye
Tell you what I`m gonna do
You know I`m gonna leave
You know I`m gonna go
You know I`m gonna leave
You know I`m gonna go-o, woman
I`m gonna leave you woman
Goodbye American Woman
Goodbye American chick

Gute Nacht + schönes Wochenende,
Missy

[Iguana]

@hawkhead: war das das festival mit whitesnake als co-headliner? ich habe das package mit lizzy damals in dortmund gesehen (war glaub ich im rahmen der monsters of rock).

iguana

[hawkhead]

stimmt igu - das hatte ich vergessen! Wobei Whitesnake waren afaik die alleinigen headliner ... war so ne Art Monsters of Rock-Dingens hat nur damals anders geheissen - irgendwas wie "Golden Summernight" oder so ... Whitesnake haben wir uns noch 2 Lieder lang gegeben und sind dann genervt heimgefahren.

[hawkhead]

Ooops ... noch mehr posts Hm, Index ... hm, ich weiss nicht - is ja kein reines Lyric-Teil - obwohl: wär jetzt schon interessant, zu wissen wo Alice´s Restaurant steht - der wär mal nett zu bebildern http://www.arlo.net/lyrics/alices.shtml

Missy - Randy Bachman herrlich - auch so ein Typ mit einer Stimme, die man nach den ersten 2, 3 Worten schon erkannt hat - und: der Typ war auch live so gut - habe von BTO so ne unbearbeitete King Bisquit-Aufnahme aus den 70ern - das ging gut ab

[hawkhead]

KUGELHAGEL IN L.A.
Ehemaliger Kiss-Gitarrist angeschossen

Bruce Kulick, der früher bei der Band Kiss Gitarre spielte, ist in Los Angeles angeschossen worden. Der Musiker wurde am Kopf und am Bein getroffen. Er ist außer Lebensgefahr.

Los Angeles - Ein vermutlich betrunkener Barbesucher hatte den Polizeiangaben zufolge in der Nacht vor einem Lokal in Hollywood mit einer Pistole ziellos in eine Menschenmenge geschossen. Dabei wurde Bruce Kulick am Bein getroffen, eine zweite Kugel streifte seinen Kopf, sagte ein Polizeisprecher in Los Angeles. Bei der Schießerei wurde eine zweite Person leicht verletzt. Der frühere Lead-Gitarrist von Kiss wurde in einem Krankenhaus behandelt, aber noch in derselben Nacht wieder entlassen.

Kulick gehörte Kiss von 1984 bis 1995 als Lead-Gitarrist an. Im Jahr 2001 brachte er sein erstes Solo-Album "Audio Dog" heraus. Gelegentlich tritt Kulick mit den beiden Bands "Union" und "Grand Funk Railroad" auf.

http://www.spiegel.de/panorama/0,1518,270152,00.html

[fixbutte]

Kiss : 1 guter Song

I Was Made For Lovin` You

Tonight I wanna give it all to you
In the darkness
There`s so much I wanna do
And tonight I wanna lay it at your feet
`Cause girl, I was made for you
And girl, you were made for me

[Refrain:]
I was made for loving you, baby
You were made for loving me
And I can`t get enough of you, baby
Can you get enough of me

Tonight I wanna see it in your eyes
Feel the magic
There`s something that drives me wild
And tonight, we`re gonna make it all come true
`Cause girl, you were made for me
And girl, I was made for you

[Refrain]

I was made for lovin` you, baby
You were made for lovin` me
And I can give it all to you, baby
Can you give it all to me

I was made
You were made
And I can`t get enough
No I can`t get enough...

[hawkhead]

The Ballad Of Hollis Brown • Nazareth
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(copyright bob dylan,1963 m. witmark & sons.warner bros. music)

Hollis Brown he lived, on the outside of town
Hollis Brown he lived, on the outside of town
With his wife and five children
In his cabin broken down

He looked for work and money, and he walked a ragged mile
He looked for work and money, and he walked a ragged mile
Your children are so hungry
That they don`t know how to smile

Your baby`s eyes look crazy and they`re tuggin` at your sleeve
Your baby`s eyes look crazy and they`re tuggin` at your sleeve
You walk the floor and you wonder why
With every breath you breathe

The rats have got your flour, bad blood it got your mare
The rats have got your flour, bad blood it got your mare
Is there anyone that knows
Is there anyone that cares

You prayed to the Lord above to please send you a friend
You prayed to the Lord above to please send you a friend
Your empty pockets tell you
That you ain`t got no friend

Your baby`s a cryin` louder now it`s poundin` on your brain
Your baby`s a cryin` louder now it`s poundin` on your brain
Your wife`s screams are a stabbin` you
Like dirty, drivin` rain

Your grass is turnin` black and there`s no water in your well
Your grass is turnin` black and there`s no water in your well
You spent your last lone dollar
On them seven shotgun shells

Way out in the wilderness a cold coyote calls
Way out in the wilderness a cold coyote calls
Your eyes fix on the shotgun
That`s hangin` on the wall

Your brain it is a bleedin` and your legs can`t seem to stand
Your brain it is a bleedin` and your legs can`t seem to stand
Your eyes fix on the shotgun
That you`re holdin` in your hand

There`s seven breezes blowin` around the cabin door
There`s seven breezes blowin` all around the cabin door
Seven shots ring out
Like the oceans pounding roar

There`s seven people dead on a South Dakota farm
There`s seven people dead on a South Dakota farm
Somewhere in the distance
There`s seven new people born.

[hawkhead]

[ElPoop]

Pardon ihr Hardrocker, ist ja alles nett, jeder kann seine Texte reinkopieren.
Aber was hat das mit nem Hardrockcafe zu tun, war hier einer von den Schönkopierern jemals in einem Hardrockcafe ?
Naja, wir sollten wieder eine Mauer bauen, da hätten die harten Pudyrocker wieder ne Chance

Knalli von Mötör El

[hawkhead]

Hey you ... das "echte" HardRockCafé hatten wir vor knapp 300 postings

[ElPoop]

Hey hawky, das ist lange her, lass das Hard Rock Cafe leben , was hier läuft ist eher das Waschweiberhaus

Nur mal zum Wachwerden:

[hawkhead]

Lass krachen, wenn´s Dir zu leise ist http://step.polymtl.ca/~coyote/mpegsd/seq1b.mpg

Motörhead • Orgasmatron

I am the one Orgasmatron
the oustreched grasping hand
my image is of agony
my servants rape the land
obsequious and arrogance
clandestine and pain
two thousend years of misery
of torture in my name
hypocrisy made paramount
paranoia the law
my name is called religion
sadistic
sacred
whore

I twist the truth
I rule the world
my crown is called deceit
I am the emperor of lies
you grovel at my feet
I rob you and I slaughter you
your downfall is my gain
and still you play the sycophant
and rebel in your pain
and all my promises are lies
all my love is hate
I am the politician
and I decide your fate

I march before a martiant world
an army for the fight
I speak of great heroic days
of victory and might
I hold a banner drenched in blood
I urge you to be brave
I lead you to your destiny
I lead you to your grave
your bones will build my palaces
your eyes will stud my crown
for I am mars the god of war
and I will cut you down

[ElPoop]

Der Link war ja wohl aus der Schwachkiste, aber endlich mal ein Versuch

Gruß ElP

[hawkhead]

dann versuch´s über den hier:
http://images.google.de/images?q=explosion.mpeg&ie=ISO-8859-…

[CockneyRebel]

.
Heute hab ich wieder die Kraniche in den Süden fliegen sehen... auch die Schwalben hauen ab... was ist eigentlich aus Hein Simons geworden? Der müsste doch auch bald auf die Rente zugehen?


HEINTJE

DAS SCHWALBENLIED

Mutterl, unter`m Dach ist ein Nesterl gebaut, schau`, schau`, schau`, ja-a schau`!
Dort hat der Dompfaff ein Pärchen getraut, trau`, trau`, trau`, ja-a trau`.
Da sieh nur, wie glücklich die bei-ei-den sind:
Sie fliegen hin und her, sie fliegen hin und her!
Ach Mutterl, ach wär` ich ein Schwa-albenkind -
Wie schön, wie schön das wär`, da-as wär`!

Auf und ab, kreuz und quer fliegt ein Schwalbenpärchen her, ohne Rast und Ruh`.
Lieselchen, Lieselchen, munter wie ein Wieselchen, schaut so gerne zu.
Die sonst doch immer, immer singt und lacht,
Ist heut` ganz still und hat sich dann ganz sacht` geda-acht:
Immerzu, immerzu, wie die Schwalben ohne Ruh` - ob das glücklich ma-acht?

Mutterl, unter`m Dach ist ein Nesterl gebaut, schau`, schau`, schau`, ja-a schau`!
Dort hat der Dompfaff ein Pärchen getraut, trau`, trau`, trau`, ja-a trau`.
Da sieh nur, wie glücklich die bei-ei-den sind:
Sie fliegen hin und her, sie fliegen hin und her!
Ach Mutterl, ach wär` ich ein Schwa-albenkind -
Wie schön, wie schön das wär`, da-as wär`!


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[Iguana]

cockney - der ist noch gut in schuss. hape kerkeling hat ihn auf seinem bauernhof aufgesucht und heute in der "70iger show" interviewt...

iguana

[CockneyRebel]

.
Iguana, nee, ne?

Wieder so ein Zufall! Das ist wirklich verrückt! Ich hab Jahre nicht an Heintje gedacht - und dann sowas!
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[Iguana]

im gegensatz zu Heintje ist allerdings der letzte noch aktive
recke von "The Sweet" Andy Scott ganz schön aus dem leim gegangen, der ebenfalls von Hape daheim aufgesucht wurde. der ist inzwischen fast genauso breit wie hoch... aber er sagt er macht weiter bis er tot umfällt...
it`s - it`s a kugelblitz...




iguana

[CockneyRebel]

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Wenn die Kraniche zieh`n, ist es Herbst... Erntezeit... "Harvest":



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[hawkhead]

Heintje - so ein Niederland-Schwermetaller, wa?
Hier beim Schrei von Child in Time (vor dem Stimmbruch)



Heintje bei seinem ersten Auftritt nach dem Stimmenbruch. Fortan durfte er nur noch Doom und Gothic vortragen.

[CockneyRebel]

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Hawkie
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[CockneyRebel]

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Nur ganz kurz noch zu "Harvest": Neil Young kann`s ja ganz schön krachen lassen und sollte schon mal ne Tasse Kaffee im Hardrock Cafe trinken dürfen (mit Crazy Horse geht es ja ganz gut ab! )... aber von der "Harvest" kommen eher die ruhigen Lieder...

I caught you knockin` at my cellar door
I love you, baby, can I have some more
Ooh, ooh, the damage done.

I hit the city and I lost my band
I watched the needle take another man
Gone, gone, the damage done.

I sing the song because I love the man
I know that some of you don`t understand
Milk-blood to keep from running out.

I`ve seen the needle and the damage done
A little part of it in everyone
But every junkie`s like a settin` sun.


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[wolaufensie]

...............................................Maaaamaa, tu sssollllsst toch nich un tainen chuuuunken wainen...!!!

[fixbutte]

Zum 77. Geburtstag - Urvater des Kracher-Rocks
(den Song gibt`s z.B. auch in einer heavy Version von Judas Priest)



Johnny B Goode
Chuck Berry

Deep down Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play the guitar just like a ringing a bell

Go go
Go Johnny go
Go
Go Johnny go
Go
Go Johnny go
Go
Go Johnny go
Go
Johnny B. Goode

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track
Oh, the engineers would see him sitting in the shade
Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made
People passing by they would stop and say
Oh my that little country boy could play

Go go
Go Johnny go
Go
Go Johnny go
Go
Go Johnny go
Go
Go Johnny go
Go
Johnny B. Goode

His mother told him "Someday you will be a man,
And you will be the leader of a big old band.
Many people coming from miles around
To hear you play your music when the sun go down
Maybe someday your name will be in lights
Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight."

Go go
Go Johnny go
Go go go Johnny go
Go go go Johnny go
Go go go Johnny go
Go
Johnny B. Goode

[wolaufensie]

It was February 1956 and the patrons of The Cotton Club in West Memphis, Arkansas were enjoying the
sounds of their regular band, Clyde Leopard and The Snearly Ranch Boys. The band had recently been
augmented by a young country singer who some felt had the potential to go beyond these settings.
So impressed had been Ranch Boy steel player and songwriter, Stan Kesler, that he had called the attention
of local record man Sam Phillips. ...
.....................
...........

MISS FROGGIE (Warren Smith) WARREN SMITH (Sun 268, 1957)

Well I got a gal, shaped just like a frog
Yes, I got a gal, she`s shaped just like a frog
I found her drinkin` muddy water, sleepin` in a hollow log
Well she must have been her mama`s only child
Yes, she must heve been her mama`s only child
Well she ought`ve been a gorilla, man she sure is wild
Well it`s Saturday night, I sure am feelin` blue
Yes, it`s Saturday night, I sure am feelin` blue
Meet me in the bottom, bring me my blue suede shoes
Yeah, meet me in the bottom, bring my blue suede shoes
Yeah, meet me in the bottom, bring my blue suede shoes
We`re gonna go out tonight, rock away all of our blues

.............
....naja, der Text ist vielleicht nicht gerade die Offenbarung, aber das Intro haut einen schon um....
könnte von Chuck sein, ...ist nur viel rasanter....
und dann die Stimme dazu....uijuijui...überhaupt die Gittaren(-Arbeit?--Part)

[CockneyRebel]

.
...shaped just like a frog?

Da muss ich doch noch einmal auf bewährtes Bildmaterial zurückgreifen...



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[fixbutte]

FROG
And now, Ladies and Gentlemen




There`s blood in the streets,
It`s up to my ankles.
There`s blood in the streets,
It`s up to my knees.

There`s blood in the street,
The town of Chicago.
Blood on the rise,
It`s followin` me.

Just about the break of day.
She came in town,
And then she drove away,
Sunlight in her hair.

Blood on the streets
Runs a river of sadness.
Blood in the streets,
It`s up to my thighs.

The river runs down
The leg of the city.
The women are crying
Red rivers of weeping.

She came in town,
And then she drove away,
Sunlight in her hair.

*spoken* Indians scattered on dawn`s highway bleeding,
ghosts crowd the young child`s fragile,
egg-shell mind.

Blood in the streets,
In the town of New Haven.
Blood stains the roofs
And the palm tress of Venice.

Blood in my love,
In the terrible summer;
Bloody red sun of
fantastic L.A.

Blood screams her brain
As they chop off her fingers.
Blood will be born
In the birth of a nation.

Blood is the rose of
Mysterious union.

There`s blood in the streets,
It`s up to my ankles.
There`s blood in the streets,
It`s up to my knees.

There`s blood in the street,
The town of Chicago.
Blood on the rise,
It`s followin` me.

[hawkhead]

Wild Thing  • The Frogs

Wild thing ...you make my heart sing ...
You make everything
Groovy
I said wild thing ...

Wild thing , I think I love you
But I wanna know for sure
Come on, hold me tight
I love you

Wild thing ...you make my heart sing ...
You make everything
Groovy
I said wild thing ...

Wild thing , I think you move me
But I wanna know for sure
So come on, hold me tight
You move me

[fixbutte]

Joy To The World
Three Dog Night

Jeremiah was a bullfrog.......................
Was a good friend of mine
I never understood a single word he said
But I helped him drink his wine
And he always had some mighty fine wine

Singin`
Joy to the world
All the boys and girls, now
Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea
Joy to you and me

If I were the king of the world
Tell you what I`d do
I`d throw away the cars and the bars and the wars
And make sweet love to you
Said, make sweet love to you

Joy to the world
All the boys and girls
Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea
Joy to you and me

[break]

You know I love the ladies
I love to have my fun
I`m a high life flyer and a rainbow rider
A straight shootin` son-of-a-gun
I said, a straight shootin` son-of-a-gun

Singin`
Joy to the world
All the boys and girls now
Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea
Joy to you and me

Joy to the world
All the boys and girls
Joy to the world
Joy to you and me

Joy to the world
All the boys and girls
Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea
Joy to you and me

Joy to the world
All the boys and girls
Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea
Joy to you and me

[MissB.Hagen]

BULLFROG BLUES
Rory Gallagher
Live in Europe - 1972

Well, did you ever,
Well, did you ever,
Well, did you ever,
Well, did you ever wake up,
With them bullfrogs on your mind?
Well, did you ever wake up,
With them bullfrogs on your mind?
You had to sit there laughin`,
Laughin` just to keep from crying.

Well, did you ever wake up,
With that one woman on your mind,
Well, did you ever wake up,
With that one woman on your mind,
Sit there laughin`,
Laughin` just to keep from crying.

My mother got em,
My father got em,
My sister got em,
My brother got em.
I woke up this morning,
My grandmother had them too,
Well, don`t you know about that,
I got the bullfrog blues.
Bullfrog

My mother got em,
My father got em,
My sister got em,
My brother got em.
I woke up this morning,
My grandmother had them too,
Well, don`t you know about that,
I got the bullfrog blues.

Called up my doctor,
Was not feeling so well,
Well, I called up the doctor,
Was not feeling so well.
He looked inside his bag and said,
"Well, well"....

You don`t need no doctor,
You don`t need no pill,
You don`t need no doctor,
You don`t need no pill.
Just take my advice,
It`ll surely cure your ills.

Head on down to New Orleans,
Prettiest place you ever seen,
Get on down to the river bend,
That`s where the music never ends.
Open your ears,
Don`t you feel good?
Get yourself one helluva shot of rhythm `n` blues.

Go on down to new Orleans,
The greatest place you ever been,
Head on down to the river bend,
Dig the music of the Cajun bands,
Honky-tonk piano,
Make you feel good,
Open your ears,
To rhythm `n` blues.

Well, did you ever wake up,
With them bullfrogs on your mind?
Well, did you ever wake up,
With them bullfrogs on your mind?
You had to sit there laughin`,
Laughin` just to keep from crying.

Well, did you ever wake up,
With that one woman on your mind,
Well, did you ever wake up,
With that one woman on your mind,
You had to sit there laughing,
Laughing just to keep from crying.


Live in Europe - 1972
Well, did you ever,
Well, did you ever,
Well, did you ever,
Well, did you ever wake up,
With them bullfrogs on your mind?
Well, did you ever wake up,
With them bullfrogs on your mind?
You had to sit there laughin`,
Laughin` just to keep from crying.

Well, did you ever wake up,
With that one woman on your mind,
Well, did you ever wake up,
With that one woman on your mind,
Sit there laughin`,
Laughin` just to keep from crying.

My mother got em,
My father got em,
My sister got em,
My brother got em.
I woke up this morning,
My grandmother had them too,
Well, don`t you know about that,
I got the bullfrog blues.
Bullfrog

My mother got em,
My father got em,
My sister got em,
My brother got em.
I woke up this morning,
My grandmother had them too,
Well, don`t you know about that,
I got the bullfrog blues.

Called up my doctor,
Was not feeling so well,
Well, I called up the doctor,
Was not feeling so well.
He looked inside his bag and said,
"Well, well"....

You don`t need no doctor,
You don`t need no pill,
You don`t need no doctor,
You don`t need no pill.
Just take my advice,
It`ll surely cure your ills.

Head on down to New Orleans,
Prettiest place you ever seen,
Get on down to the river bend,
That`s where the music never ends.
Open your ears,
Don`t you feel good?
Get yourself one helluva shot of rhythm `n` blues.

Go on down to new Orleans,
The greatest place you ever been,
Head on down to the river bend,
Dig the music of the Cajun bands,
Honky-tonk piano,
Make you feel good,
Open your ears,
To rhythm `n` blues.

Well, did you ever wake up,
With them bullfrogs on your mind?
Well, did you ever wake up,
With them bullfrogs on your mind?
You had to sit there laughin`,
Laughin` just to keep from crying.

Well, did you ever wake up,
With that one woman on your mind,
Well, did you ever wake up,
With that one woman on your mind,
You had to sit there laughing,
Laughing just to keep from crying.

[MissB.Hagen]

Ojeojeoje, da hab` ich wohl einen Bullfrog geklont!
Pardon,
Missy

[wolaufensie]

...irgendwie sieht der Herr Kaiser von der Hamburg-Mannheimer auch nicht mehr wie früher so wild aus ...
...........
............................The Yokels with Reg Presley

...................................................................................................................

[hawkhead]

Hi Missy ... Danke für Rory - einer meiner all-time-faves!

http://www.lastoftheindependents.com/RoryHome.htm



I FALL APART • Rory Gallagher (1971)
http://www.lastoftheindependents.com/Ifall2.mp3 (1,0MB)

Like a cat that`s playing with a ball of twine,
That you call my heart,
Oh but baby is it so hard,
To tell the two apart?
And so slowly you unwind me,
`Til I fall apart.

I`m only living for the hour,
That I see your face,
And when that happens,
I don`t wanna be no other place,
`Til the end of time,
You`ll be on my mind.

I don`t mind,
Waiting for your love,
For of time,
I`ve got plenty of,
Rain or shine,
Please bring out your love,
Make it shine,
Like the stars above.

I`m only living for the moment,
When I hear your voice,
Oh, I`m waiting, 
I don`t have any choice, 
And the day is long, 
So won`t you come where you should be. 

Like a cat that`s playing with a ball of twine,
That you call my heart,
Babe, is it so hard,
To tell the two apart?
And so slowly you unwind it,
`Til I fall apart.

[MissB.Hagen]

Hawkie, wollte ja eigentlich „Sugar Mama“ von Taste posten – mein Favorit von Rory, aber der Bullfrog Blues hat gerade besser zum Themenkreis gepasst.

fixbutte, Jeremiah was a bullfrog – you took the words right out of my mouth!
Jetzt bleibt mir von Three Dog Night nur noch dieses:

Mama Told Me (Not to Come)
Three Dog Night
- words and music by Randy Newman

Want some whiskey in your water?
Sugar in your tea?
What`s all these crazy questions they`re askin` me?
This is the craziest party that could ever be
Don`t turn on the lights `cause I don`t wanna see

Mama told me not to come
Mama told me not to come
"That ain`t the way to have fun, no"

Open up the window, let some air into this room
I think I`m almost chokin` from the smell of stale perfume
And that cigarette you`re smokin` `bout scare me half to death
Open up the window, sucker, let me catch my breath

Mama told me not to come
Mama told me not to come
"That ain`t the way to have fun, son"
"That ain`t the way to have fun, son"

The radio is blastin`, someone`s knockin` at the door
I`m lookin` at my girlfriend - she`s passed out on the floor
I seen so many things I ain`t never seen before
Don`t know what it is - I don`t wanna see no more

Mama told me not to come
Mama told me not to come
She said, "That ain`t the way to have fun, son"
"That ain`t the way to have fun, no"

"That ain`t the way to have fun, no"
"That ain`t the way to have fun, son"
"That ain`t the way to have fun, no"
"That ain`t the way to have fun, son"

"That ain`t the way to have fun, no"
"That ain`t the way to have fun, son"
"That ain`t the way to have fun, no"
"That ain`t the way to have fun, son"

Hoffentlich nicht wieder doppelt ....
Missy

[fixbutte]

Missy That ain`t the way to have fun, no .............

[hawkhead]

Ich hab´s nicht so mit den puren Rock`n´Roll-Stücken ... aber aus der Taste-Zeit gibt es ne Menge toller Sachen ... Klasse der Taste-Auftritt auf dem Isle of Wight-Festival 1970 (Gibt´s auf VHS evtl. auch DVD). Irre tolle Besetzung, das Fest: ELP spielten her ihren ersten oder zweiten Gig überhaupt .. Free waren dabei, Hendrix, Doors, Jethro Tull, The Who, Miles Davis, TenYearsAfter, MoodyBlues und viel so Liederkram wie Joan Baez, Kris Kristofferson, John Sebastian, LeonhardCohen, Joni Mitchell...
...und Hawkwind spielten aus Protest gg. den ganzen Kommerz vor den Toren des Festes ein Free-Concert

By this time the band had earned themselves a huge cult following that travelled around to see them whenever they played. The band`s free shows at the Isle Of Wight Festival in 1970 had really been the beginning of the grass roots community following, along with hanging out and playing in Notting Hill, which was a happening place at this time.
Hawkwind were gigging almost every day and gaining much publicity, not only from the press, but also the attention of the law enforcement community. It was no secret that the band, or more to the point, their whole show benefitted visually by swallowing certain illegal substances.
Needless to say this was noted – fed into a box.

Hawkwind • Living On A Knife Edge (1980)

Everytime I go out,
I think I`m bring checked out,
Faceless people watching on a TV screen
Do you begin to sense it,
Just beneath the surface
Reflections of a window
Whilst walking down the street
Computers are abused,
School records are fed
Police are checking on what you said
The number of your car`s fed into a box
Your journey`s being checked,
It`s a paradox
Duplicate forms, and ID cards
Are next in line to disregard

Future generations are relying on us
It`s a world we`ve made - Incubus

We`re living on a knife edge,
Looking for the ground

[fixbutte]

Emerson, Lake & Palmer
Knife Edge

Just a step cried the sad man
Take a look down at the madman
Theatre kings on silver wings
Fly beyond reason
From the flight of the seagull
Come the spread claws of the eagle
Only fear breaks the silence
As we all kneel pray for guidance

Tread the road cross the abyss
Take a look down at the madness
On the streets of the city
Only spectres still have pity
Patient queues for the gallows
Sing the praises of the hallowed
Our machines feed the furnace
If they take us they will burn us

Will you still know who you are
When you come to who you are

When the flames have their season
Will you hold to your reason
Loaded down with your talents
Can you still keep your balance
Can you live on a knife-edge

[fixbutte]

Das muss jetzt sein



Hawkwind .............
Silver Machine


I
I just took a ride
in a silver machine
And I`m still feeling mean.
Do you wanna ride see yourself going by.
The other side of the sky

I got a silver machine.
It flies side ways thru` time

It`s an electricline

It`s your Zodiac sign.
I`ve got a silver machine

I`ve got a silver machine.

I said
I just took a ride in a silver machine
And I`m still feeling mean.
It flies
out of a dream
It`s antisceptically clean

It turns everything green.
Do you wanna ride see yourself going by.
The other side of the sky

I mean a silver machine.

I`ve got a silver machine

I`ve got a silver machine.

[hawkhead]

KnifeEdge ham wir immer Finger schnippend in der Schule intoniert ...

Patient queues for the gallows
Sing the praises of the hallowed

ein schööönes Lied

Dann hatten wir einen Lehrer - ein junger Referendar - Cream-Fan, dem wir im Unterricht immer ein nicht enden wollendes "that´s spoon-, that´s spoon-, that´s spoonful" entgegenschmetterten.
Ausserdem hiess der Typ Struck - also mussten die Jeans mit Rainbow´s "StarStruck" beschriftet werden ...
I could fly to the moon but he´d soon find a way to be there
Ich traf den Lehrer wieder an einer der Schulen, wo sich unsere Kids heute rumtreiben ... immer noch längere Haare, aber weniger davon

Rainbow • Starstruck (1976)

If i`m high on a hill
She will still be looking down at me
What does she see
That brings her closer every day to my heart
If i`m away from home
And think i`m all alone
She`s there, somewhere
I look around to see
And looking back at me
She`s there, beware
Creeping like a hungry cat
Seen it before
And i know it can mean that

* the lady`s starstruck she`s nothing but bad luck
The lady`s starstruck running after me
The lady`s starstruck she`s nothing but bad luck, yeah, yeah

I could fly to the moon
But she`d soon find a way to be there
I never knew for a while
That a smile made `em really care
She wants a souvenir
To everyone it`s clear
She`s hooked, one look

[Iguana]

@hawkie: mir geht es ähnlich - bin auch kein freund des puristischen rock`n`roll und blues, sondern eher der straighter hardrockenden variante. mein lieblingssong von Rory solo ist logischerweise "Moonchild" und von Taste "Blister on the moon"...

TASTE

BLISTER ON THE MOON

Everyone is saying what to do and what to think,
When to ask permission when you feel you want to blink.
First look left and then look right, do not look straight ahead,
Make sure to take a warning of every word we`ve said.

Now you lay you down to sleep, make sure and get some rest,
Tomorrow is another day and you must pass a test.
Don`t try to think too different now , what we say is best,
Listen little man you`re no better than the rest .

Don`t lay beside the wayside all around the road we`ve set,
Smile and look happy fool ,or we`ll throw you in the wet.

Now if you learn your lesson well and step upon the line,
Save your breath until forever we should get along just fine.
We`ll bend your heart until it breaks make sure , you feel no pain.
We don `t want to crush you and give you to the rain.

But now you want to run away or cannot see you run,
Run across the frozen air try rusting on the sun.
And if you it burn ,you don`t yell out in pain,
Or wish you had a velvet sponge full of soothing rain.

So let`s have that stiff upper lip now take a long deep breath,
Close your ears , you cannot hear the rules are pre-set.
You thought, we were illusions , but we meant the words we said,
We`re in command, you tiny fly, we`ll crush you till you`re dead.


...in typischer bühnenpose...

iguana

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#302 ElPoop
Van Halen - warum nicht

Hier eines der bekanntesten und besten von ihnen

Jump ...........................

I get up, and nothing gets me down.
You got it tough. I`ve seen the toughest around.
And I know, baby, just how you feel.
You`ve got to roll with the punches to get to what`s real

Oh can`t you see me standing here,
I`ve got my back against the record machine
I ain`t the worst that you`ve seen.
Oh can`t you see what I mean ?

Might as well jump. Jump !
Might as well jump.
Go ahead, jump. Jump !
Go ahead, jump.

Aaa-ohh Hey you ! How said that ?
Baby how you been ?
You say you don`t know, you won`t know
until we begin.

Well can`t you see me standing here,
I`ve got my back against the record machine
I ain`t the worst that you`ve seen.
Oh can`t you see what I mean ?

Might as well jump. Jump !
Go ahead, jump.
Might as well jump. Jump !
Go ahead, jump.

(guitar solo)
(keyboard solo)

Might as well jump. Jump !
Go ahead, jump.
Get it and jump. Jump !
Go ahead, jump.

[hawkhead]

Wow ist das ein schönes Photo! Ja, Moonchild ist Klasse - in diese Kategorie passen auch Bad Penny, Shadowplay...
Blister on the Moon - konnte mich nicht erinnern; habs grad laufen ... ja, schön! Aus der Taste-Zeit und den ersten beiden Gallagher-Alben gefallen mir eher die langsamen, teils akustischen Dinger während mir aus seiner späteren Phase der Hardrockkram (wie oben) am besten reinläuft. Da gabs mal ein RockPop in Concert - war das ZDF-Gegenstück zum Rockpalast. Dort gab´s mal Gallagher auf der Loreley - mit Saxophonist Hardrock pur - fast metallisch. Nach vielen Jahren hab ich zumindest die Audio-Version des Konzerts gefunden - das Bildmaterial such ich immer noch

Aaaaber, wenn ich mich für ein einziges Gallagher-Lied entscheiden müsste, dann wär´s A Million Miles Away von der 74er Irish Tour


schöne Gitarre; Scheiss Alk

[Iguana]

hawkie da nennst du mit shadowplay und bad penny genau meine beiden weiteren absoluten faves von rory.


iguana

[fixbutte]

Da Alice`s Restaurant schon gepostet ist
- schwer zu toppen

Jethro Tull - Thick as a Brick

ALBUM · Thick as a Brick (1972)..........

Die richtige Übersetzung ist wohl "Dumm wie Bohnenstroh". In der ersten Ausgabe des "Rock-Lexikons" hatten sie die Story geglaubt, die Lyrics wären von einem 8jährigen Jungen geschrieben worden ...



Really don’t mind if you sit this one out.
My words but a whisper -- your deafness a shout.
I may make you feel but I can’t make you think.
Your sperm’s in the gutter -- your love’s in the sink.
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
You make all your animal deals and
Your wise men don’t know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in
The tidal destruction
The moral melee.
The elastic retreat rings the close of play as the last wave uncovers
The newfangled way.
But your new shoes are worn at the heels and
Your suntan does rapidly peel and
Your wise men don’t know how it feels to be thick as a brick.

And the love that I feel is so far away:
I’m a bad dream that I just had today -- and you
Shake your head and
Say it’s a shame.

Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth.
Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth.
Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song.

See there! a son is born -- and we pronounce him fit to fight.
There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night.
We’ll
Make a man of him
Put him to trade
Teach him
To play monopoly and
To sing in the rain.

The poet and the painter casting shadows on the water --
As the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea.
The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other --
As the failing light illuminates the mercenary’s creed.
The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling --
But the master of the house is far away.
The horses stamping -- their warm breath clouding
In the sharp and frosty morning of the day.
And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword.

And the youngest of the family is moving with authority.
Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside.

The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river
Where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea:
The builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose
And contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need.
The young men of the household have
All gone into service and
Are not to be expected for a year.
The innocent young master -- thoughts moving ever faster --
Has formed the plan to change the man he seems.
And the poet sheaths his pen while the soldier lifts his sword.

And the oldest of the family is moving with authority.
Coming from across the sea, he challenges the son who puts him to the run.

What do you do when
The old man’s gone -- do you want to be him? and
Your real self sings the song.
Do you want to free him?
No one to help you get up steam --
And the whirlpool turns you `way off-beam.

Later.
I’ve come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways.
My father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed.
So come on all you criminals!
I’ve got to put you straight just like I did with my old man --
Twenty years too late.
Your bread and water’s going cold.
Your hair is too short and neat.
I’ll judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me.

You curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone -- you meet the stares.
You’re unaware that your doings aren’t done.
And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be.
But how are we supposed to see where we should run?
I see you shuffle in the courtroom with
Your rings upon your fingers and
Your downy little sidies and
Your silver-buckle shoes.
Playing at the hard case, you follow the example of the comic-paper idol
Who lets you bend the rules.

So!
Come on ye childhood heroes!
Won’t you rise up from the pages of your comic-books
Your super crooks
And show us all the way.
Well! make your will and testament. won’t you?
Join your local government.
We’ll have superman for president
Let robin save the day.

You put your bet on number one and it comes up every time.
The other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line.
And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are --
And take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars.
And you wonder who to call on.

So! where the hell was biggles when you needed him last saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you though?
They’re all resting down in cornwall --
Writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition
Of the boy scout manual.

Later.
See there! a man born -- and we pronounce him fit for peace.
There’s a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease.
We’ll
Take the child from him
Put it to the test
Teach it
To be a wise man
How to fool the rest.

Quote
We will be geared to the average rather than the exceptional
God is an overwhelming responsibility
We walked through the maternity ward and saw 218 babies wearing nylons
Cats are on the upgrade
Upgrade? hipgrave. oh, mac.

Later
In the clear white circles of morning wonder,
I take my place with the lord of the hills.
And the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly discoloured (in neat little rows)
Sporting canvas frills.
With their jock-straps pinching, they slouch to attention,
While queueing for sarnies at the office canteen.
Saying -- how’s your granny and
Good old ernie: he coughed up a tenner on a premium bond win.
The legends (worded in the ancient tribal hymn) lie cradled
In the seagull’s call.
And all the promises they made are ground beneath the sadist’s fall.
The poet and the wise man stand behind the gun,
And signal for the crack of dawn.
Light the sun.

Do you believe in the day? do you?
Believe in the day! the dawn creation of the kings has begun.
Soft venus (lonely maiden) brings the ageless one.
Do you believe in the day?
The fading hero has returned to the night -- and fully pregnant with the day,
Wise men endorse the poet’s sight.
Do you believe in the day? do you? believe in the day!

Let me tell you the tales of your life of
Your love and the cut of the knife
The tireless oppression
The wisdom instilled
The desire to kill or be killed.
Let me sing of the losers who lie in the street as the last bus goes by.
The pavements ar empty: the gutters run red -- while the fool
Toasts his God in the sky.

So come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.
Let me help you pick up your dead as the sins of the father are fed
With
The blood of the fools and
The thoughts of the wise and
From the pan under your bed.
Let me make you a present of song as
The wise man breaks wind and is gone while
The fool with the hour-glass is cooking his goose and
The nursery rhyme winds along.

So! come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.
See! the summer lightning casts it’s bolts upon you
And the hour of judgement draweth near.
Would you be
The fool stood in his suit of armour or
The wiser man who rushes clear.
So! come on ye childhood heroes!
Won’t your rise up from the pages of your comic-books
Your super-crooks and
Show us all the way.
Well! make your will and testament.
Won’t you? join your local government.
We’ll have superman for president
Let robin save the day.
So! where the hell was biggles when you needed him last saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you through?
They’re all resting down in cornwall -- writing up their memoirs
For a paper-back edition of the boy scout manual.

Of course
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
You make all your animal deals and
Your wise men don’t know how it feels to be thick as a brick.



Thick as a Brick ...

"Thick as a Brick" is perhaps Tull`s definitive progressive rock album. Born from a desire to really produce a concept album after the rock critics so dubbed the previous year`s "Aqualung," the record features a rock first: one continuous song on both sides. The music, and the lyrics, are challenging to the listener and reflect complex influences of folk, jazz, and rock. With "Thick," Anderson and company broaden rock beyond the limitations of the short song format.

Understanding "Thick" requires recognition of the popularity of Monthy Python in the early 1970`s. Anderson meant for the album to be a send up of rock pretentiousness, critics, and the band itself. The album cover claimed, outrageously enough, that the lyrics had been written by an eight year-old boy, Gerald Bostock, and set to music by the band. Even today, Anderson still gets the occasional person asking about Bostock or commenting about the prodigy`s advancing age.

While the "Aqualung`s" lyrics are fairly straightforward, "Thick`s" metaphorical tendencies " are intentionally intricate, obscure, and bewildering as part of the running joke. If there is any true central theme, perhaps it is the sociological experiences of gifted youngsters in the modern world with a touch of paternal relations again. The lyrical incohesiveness, far greater than "Aqualung," leads Craig Thomas, who penned Tull`s 25th Anniversary Set booklet, to seriously question whether it is properly deemed a concept album. Rather, he views it more of an adaptation of the "kind of free-jazz...improvisations of the 1960." Indeed, several segments were recorded in just one improvisional take.

No discussion of "Thick"" is complete without noting the legendary 12-page newspaper, "The St. Cleve Chronicle" original cover packaging. Written by Ian, Jeffrey Hammond, and John Evan, the paper actually took longer to produce than the music. There are a lot of inside puns, cleverly hidden continuing jokes (such as the experimental non-rabbit), a surprisingly frank review of the album itself, and even a little naughty connect-the-dots children`s activity.

The 1972 tour featured the entire album (with a brief break featuring comedy skits between sides). The tour established the band`s reputation for often outlandish theatrical-type performances. By today`s standards, the concerts were hardly major productions. But for the time, Tull was rather unique.

"Thick" hit #1 in the U.S. and arguably represented the band`s height of popularity in America. Somewhat unfairly and commercially limiting as musical fashion changed, the album would define Tull as a progressive rock act.

Ian Anderson - flute, acoustic guitar, vocals, violin, saxophone, trumpet
Martin Barre - electric guitar, lute
Barriemore Barlow - percussion, tympani
John Evan - piano, Hammond organ, harpischord
Jeffrey Hammond - bass guitar, vocals

[hawkhead]

...Alice`s Restaurant...schwer zu toppen...

aber Du schaffst es trotzdem

[CockneyRebel]

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Da Thick as a Brick schon gepostet ist
- schwer zu toppen

Richard Wagner - Lohengrin




Der Heerrufer

Hört! Grafen, Edle, Freie von Brabant!
Heinrich, der Deutschen König, kam zur Statt,
mit euch zu dingen nach des Reiches Recht.
Gebt ihr nun Fried` und Folge dem Gebot?

Die Brabanter

Wir geben Fried` und Folge dem Gebot.
Willkommen, willkommen, König, in Brabant!

.....

Ach, ich lass` es dann doch lieber dabei bewenden...
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[MissB.Hagen]

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Sei mir gegrüsst, mein lieber Schwan ... ähh, meine natürlich Rebel - sehe, du bist auch begeistert, dass hier das neue Kulturforum am Entstehen ist.

fixbutte, suuuuuuper
Allein wegen der Beschreibung des Covers tut es mir schon leid, dass ich von Jethro Tull nur Aqualung habe. Wie ich überhaupt bedauere, dass die Zeiten der schönen LP-Covers vorbei sind. Die CD`s sind mir zu nackt, nicht mal Texte - und zum Lesen der Songtitel müsste ich eigentlich eine Brille aufsetzen.

And now ... for something completely different ...

The Lumberjack Song
Monty Python

Lumberjack:
I never wanted to be in such a shambledy sketch. I always wanted to be...a lumberjack! Leaping from tree to tree...as they float down the mighty rivers of British Columbia! The larch...the redwood...the mighty sequioa...with my best girl by my side! The giant deadwood, the spruce...the little Californian root tree! We`d sing, sing, sing!

Lumberjack :
I`m a lumberjack and I`m OK, I sleep all night and I work all day.

Choir & Girl :
He`s a lumberjack and he`s OK, he sleeps all night and he works all day.

Lumberjack :
I cut down trees, I eat my lunch, I go to the lavatory.
On Wednesdays I go shopping, and have buttered scones for tea.

Choir :
He cuts down trees, he eats his lunch, he goes to the lavatory.
On Wednesdays he goes shopping, and has buttered scones for tea.

Lumberjack :
I`m a lumberjack and I`m OK, I sleep all night and I work all day.

Choir :
He`s a lumberjack and he`s OK, he sleeps all night and he works all day.

Lumberjack :
I cut down trees, I skip and jump, I like to press wild flowers.
I put on women`s clothing, and hang around in bars.

Choir :
He cuts down trees, he skips and jumps, he likes to press wild flowers.
He puts on women`s clothing, and hangs around in bars?

Lumberjack:
I`m a lumberjack and I`m OK, I sleep all night and I work all day .

Choir & Girl :
He`s a lumberjack and he`s OK, he sleeps all night and he works all day.

Lumberjack :
I cut down trees, I wear high heels, suspenders and a bra.
I wish I`d been a girlie, just like my dear papa.

Choir :
He cuts down trees, he wears high heels, suspenders and a bra?

John Cleese:
What kind of god damn fairy cunny fairy faggot...

All except Girl :
I`m a lumberjack and I`m OK, I sleep all night and I work all day.
I`m a lumberjack and I`m OK!

Missy

[CockneyRebel]

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Hallo Missy,

ist wirklich wahr - mit dem Verschwinden der LPs ist ein liebenswertes Stück Kultur verlorengegangen... Kaum jemand konnte es sich damals noch leisten, mit einem phantasielosen Cover anzutreten. Da gab es so viel Schönes...

Und der "Lumberjack Song" - spitze!



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[CockneyRebel]

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Die "Sticky Fingers" mit dem Reissverschluss...



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[CockneyRebel]

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Immer phantasievoll.. King Crimson...

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[fixbutte]

Cockney
an der Größe musst Du noch etwas arbeiten
wir sprechen hier von LPs, nicht von CDs

[fixbutte]

[hawkhead]

Nur gut Fixbutte, dass Du kein FoldOutCover erwischt hast

[fixbutte]

[fixbutte]

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[CockneyRebel]

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fixbutte, ich habe absichtlich die kleinen Pics genommen, um die Ladezeiten nicht zu sehr strapazieren - es gibt ja auch noch Leute aufm platten Land, die noch nicht an den Segnungen von DSL teilhaben können.

Vielleicht wäre es da sinnvoller, einen eigenen sräd für schöne Cover aufzumachen...
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[fixbutte]

[fixbutte]

#348 Cockney - oh shit, hab ich nicht bedacht
dann hör ich jetzt auf

[CockneyRebel]

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Bitte nicht aufhören! Ich freue mich doch gerade über das Pink Floyd-Cover!

Ich mache auch gleich weiter... muss doch selbst noch ein paar loswerden!
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[fixbutte]

na dann

[fixbutte]

[fixbutte]

[fixbutte]

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[MissB.Hagen]

Und ich hab`s noch immer nicht kapiert, wie man ein Bild einfügt - bin einfach zu blöd dazu.
Missy

[fixbutte]

[fixbutte]

[fixbutte]

Blind Faith (1969)

[fixbutte]

#358 Missy

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Ich habe zwischen IMG und ] jeweils ein Leerzeichen gemacht, das nicht hineingehört, um den Text überhaupt hier zeigen zu können. Du kannst natürlich auch mit dem Tool "Bild einfügen" arbeiten statt den UBB-Code selbst einzufügen.

[fixbutte]

[fixbutte]

[fixbutte]

Cover Art by Klaus Voormann

[fixbutte]

Collection of Beatles Oldies

Original LP-Cover Die LP, die ich auch habe, dürfte inzwischen sehr rar sein.

[fixbutte]

[fixbutte]

[hawkhead]

fein ich hab die hier:

Ist der original Film-Sountrack - also mit den Zwischenstücken die nicht von der Band sind.
Deine LP war im Topzustand 1997 laut Preiskatalog von 1997 DM 121,30 wert

[fixbutte]

Cover Art by Bob Dylan !!!

[hawkhead]

Coverart by Jon Lord (sorry, Cockney)

[fixbutte]

Die LP war in einen Plastikslip eingepackt Eine Klassenkameradin hat ihn getragen ...

[fixbutte]

[fixbutte]

[DOLCETTO]

super fixbutte

einige dieser edlen teile werden bei mir sehr sorgfältig
gepflegt!

@Missy,
die LP/newspaper >Thick as a Brick< kann ich auch noch ohne brille
lesen, aba die meisten CD`s schreien direkt nach einer lupe,
is echt net praktisch!

[fixbutte]

Houses of the Holy - Led Zep

[hawkhead]

#372 hat mir mein kleiner Bruder an meinem letzten Schultag geschenkt - war ganz schön stolz auf ihn

und zu #374 fällt mir dies ein:

[DOLCETTO]

auch ne geile LP:

[technostud]

Downtown anywhere, USA Detroit ....
You can find yourself or just be happy if you survive
A Hard Rock Cafe

Put your money on a number before they have stolen it ...
Anyone can play that`s true !
Come on and tell us all about before they send you to hell
What happened to you today Bashed ? Raped ? Killed ?
At the Hard Rock Cafe

[hawkhead]

mit Klaus Dildonger

[hawkhead]

techno at the HardRockCafé Guck ma in posting #1
WELCOME!

[MissB.Hagen]

.
Ja, Dolcetto - und an die Wand hängen kann man die CD`s auch nicht. Hatte früher immer eine kleine Galerie an der Wand mit unterschiedlichsten LP-Covers (u.a. Arik Brauer).

So, jetzt aber wieder mal was zum Mitgrölen (bitte nach Möglichkeit nicht illustrieren - das gibt`s schon irgendwo auf dem Sofa )

Centerfold
The J. Geils Band

Does she walk? Does she talk?
Does she come complete?
My homeroom homeroom angel
Always pulled me from my seat

She was pure like snowflakes
No one could ever stain
The memory of my angel
Could never cause me pain

Years go by I`m lookin` through a girly magazine
And there`s my homeroom angel on the pages in-between

CHORUS:
My blood runs cold
My memory has just been sold
My angel is the centerfold
Angel is the centerfold
(Repeat)

Slipped me notes under the desk
While I was thinkin` about her dress
I was shy I turned away
Before she caught my eye

I was shakin` in my shoes
Whenever she flashed those baby-blues
Something had a hold on me
When angel passed close by

Those soft and fuzzy sweaters
Too magical to touch
Too see her in that negligee
Is really just too much

CHORUS

It`s okay I understand
This ain`t no never-never land
I hope that when this issue`s gone
I`ll see you when your clothes are on

Take you car, Yes we will
We`ll take your car and drive it
We`ll take it to a motel room
And take `em off in private

A part of me has just been ripped
The pages from my mind are stripped
Oh no, I can`t deny it
Oh yea, I guess I gotta buy it!

Missy

[CockneyRebel]

.
Mein spezieller Freund... und die LP hat ne ganz persönliche Widmung (aber nicht von Steve Harley, viel schöner... )



.

[hawkhead]

hat etwa Dein Mädel Pfefferminzkaffee darauf verschüttet?

[CockneyRebel]

.
Damals konnten Mädels noch lesen und schreiben!
.

[CockneyRebel]

.
und für die LP habe ich ein Schweinegeld bezahlt... und nur wegen eines einzigen Liedes... aber das Cover war auch sein Geld wert!



.

[fixbutte]

Bizarr

[fixbutte]

American Beauty - auch als American Reality zu lesen

[CockneyRebel]

.
Künstlerisch wertvoll ausschließlich durch die authentische Herren-Oberbekleidung!



.

[fixbutte]

leider nicht größer gefunden

[CockneyRebel]

.
Eine meiner ersten LPs überhaupt:



.

[fixbutte]

jetzt kommt die Illustration für #382 Missy

Das Modell (Anna Karina) ist dasselbe wie auf #390 O)

[fixbutte]

#391 #392
hammerharte Kombi

[CockneyRebel]

.

.

[fixbutte]

Original



und Fälschung

[CockneyRebel]

[fixbutte]

für BineNichtTante (wenn sie`s liest)

[fixbutte]

die fehlt noch

[hawkhead]

ey folks - die ganzen freehomepages.com/weyand1-Bilder sind nicht sichtbar!! Für Euch wohl nur weil sie nacxh Betrachtung im Cache sind...

[CockneyRebel]

.
400

[fixbutte]

auch sehr schön Aja = Asia

[CockneyRebel]

.
fixbutte, ich sehe auch nur noch rote Kreuze bei Deinen letzten Posts!
.

[fixbutte]

shit, dabei sind die besonders schön
Cockney, ich dachte, Du hättest Zappa in #395 gesehen (gleiche Quelle)
Aber Ihr könnt sie doch sichtbar machen, wenn Ihr die URL oben ins Adressfenster eingebt

[fixbutte]

ansonsten empfehl ich mal http://www.freehomepages.com/jweyand1/covers.html und anklicken

[CockneyRebel]

.
fixbutte, nein, aber ich wusste, welches Bild Du meintest. Dachte, es läge an meinem Rechner, dass ich die Bilder nicht sehe (RAM am Limit, Festplatten rappelvoll)...
.

[fixbutte]

Schade
Dann guckt Euch unbedingt die Sachen unter dem in #404 angegebenen Link an - die Qualität von Their Satanic Majesties, Breakfast in America und School`s Out ist viel besser als von mir vorher reingestellt. BÖC, Uriah Heep, Black Sabbath, Thin Lizzy etc. sind auch vertreten

[hawkhead]

Danke für den link, fixbutte - die Space-Bilder sind super - auch wenn das eine oben rechts wohl woanders hingehört

http://www.freehomepages.com/jweyand1/space.html

[technostud]

@hawkhead ....
Du schriebst in #381 " techno at the HardRockCafé Guck ma in posting #1
WELCOME! "

Genau da hatte ich ja reingeschaut .....
.... und genau dieses Posting hatte ich dann in #379 kommentiert ...

technostud

[hawkhead]

... ich hatte Deine add-ons übersehen (obwohl sie gefettet waren) .
Um es nicht allzu peinlich für mich zu gestalten kontaktierte ich Dich per BM um Dich zu verwirren und bat alle Thread -Bewohner möglichst viele postings darüberzusetzen. Es hat nicht geholfen

[technostud]

... war gutgemeint ....

[MissB.Hagen]

Test - sieht man was?

Das hier soll das geschlossene Cover der Cheech and Chong LP "Los Cochinos" sein:





Ist ein ziemlich ramponierter VW Käfer.




Und so sieht`s dann aufgeschlagen aus:





Vielleicht kennt ja jemand ihre Filme, z.B. All Up in Smoke?

Missy

[technostud]

Sweet Smoke - Just a Poke

[technostud]

[hawkhead]

ich weiss schon, dass Du eigentlich ganz nett bist

[hawkhead]

geil Missy, gib´s uns!

[hawkhead]

etwas klein...

Achim Reichel - Die grüne Reise

[MissB.Hagen]

.
Hey, Hawkie + fixbutte, mit vereinten Kräften ... thanx

[fixbutte]

Missy
der kleine ist ja süüüüüüüüüüüß

jetzt sind es vier Beetles

[DOLCETTO]

servus mädelz, checkers & techno

es läuft:

IAN ANDERSON - FLY BY NIGHT


It`s hard to say I`m sorry.
May we just forget about today.
You see, I fly by night.
I fly by night.
I laid my love beside the door
and left you sleeping on the floor.
So long. I fly by night.
I fly by night.
And `though you might think it`s too bad of me
I have to leave you with used memories.
I have no stomach for the dawn.
I feel I should be moving on
and so I fly by night.
Now lady luck`s deserted me.
The ghosts of love stand clear to see.
They also fly by night.
Strange figures in the dark.
Did Cupid strike and leave his mark?
It seems his arrows fly by night.
They fly by night.
Let`s fly.

ciao

[MissB.Hagen]

.
Dolcetto, - das würde doch auch wunderbar zu "unseren" Love-Lyrics passen. Würde es dich sehr ennuyieren , wenn ich dich bäte, das Ganze auch dort zu verewigen?

Irgendwer hat auch "I was made for loving you" gepostet - dito?

Missy
(ansonsten heute wunschlos glücklich)

[fixbutte]

Electric Ladyland - Jimi Hendrix

Originalcover (größer hab ich`s nicht gefunden,würde hier aber sowieso gelöscht )



Hendrix hat das Cover angeblich nicht gemocht. In Amerika durfte ohnehin nur eine saubere Version erscheinen

[fixbutte]

Beim Originalcover ließ sich die Bananenschale abziehen, darunter befand sich eine lila Banane (extrem selten!)

[fixbutte]

genial (leider auch nur in klein)



Santana greatest hits

[fixbutte]

Spitzencover der CD-Zeit

[fixbutte]

das erste Doppelalbum der Popgeschichte (das aufgeklappte Cover zeigte auch den Oberkörper von Dylan)

[fixbutte]

Dieses Cover sollte eigentlich in voller Schönheit (größer und aufgeklappt) in #392 zu sehen sein - geht über die URL rein

Das Model heißt Kari Ann (nicht Anna Karina)

[fixbutte]

#395

In einer schöneren Version (aber nicht für alle erkennbar) in #395 (geht mal über die URL rein)



(dies ist schon das CD-Cover, Lumpy Gravy gehört hier eigentlich nicht drauf)

[fixbutte]

und das ist noch mal die #401 (ebenfalls in einer etwas schwächeren Version)

[fixbutte]

Led Zeppelin I (in groß über #398)

[fixbutte]

schöner und größer über #397

[technostud]

@fixbutte #422 ... war lange Zeit eine meiner Lieblingsscheiben ... habe sowohl Lou Reed, wie auch John Cale (mehrmals) und sogar Nico LIVE in Concert gesehen ...

Grüsse

technostud

[DOLCETTO]

servus techno,

am 19.11. gibt mista John Cale sich die ehre für einen
gig in münchen

dolce, als vollkrasser V.U.-fan wird sich diesen event
net entgehen lassen

@hawkie,
wie stehts, alder: J.C. oda Porcupine Tree >>> ist deine
intension schon finalisiert???

Rüspektgruß

[hawkhead]

John Cale - "HoboSapiens"
(Pop-U-Lab/Capitol/EMI)

John Cale ist so produktiv wie lange nicht mehr: Er tourte mit seiner Band durch Deutschland und lässt seiner gar nicht prätentiösen EP "5 Tracks" nun ein neues Studio-Album folgen, dessen etwas plattes Wortspiel im Titel den Gesamteindruck, den "HoboSapiens" hinterlässt, keinesfalls trüben kann. Wo fängt man an bei einem neuen Cale-Album? Vielleicht damit, dass "Things" erstaunlicherweise Single-Qualitäten hat, freilich als einziges Stück der Platte. Oder damit, dass sich die Arbeit mit David Byrne auf "Walking On Locusts" (1996) tief in Cales Unterbewusstsein gegraben haben muss: Im gespenstischen Schlusspunkt "Over Her Head" hallt doch tatsächlich "Cool Water" nach, das allerletzte, dräuende Stück der Talking Heads auf "Naked". Leicht machen soll Cale es einem natürlich nicht und wer nur wenig Zeit mit "HoboSapiens" verbringt, kann durchaus dem Irrtum unterliegen, John sei ein Wirrkopf geblieben. Wahrscheinlicher: Cale ist neben Robert Wyatt der letzte große Visionär.
Jan Wigger


http://www.spiegel.de/kultur/musik/0,1518,268497,00.html

JOHN CALE   ESCH-ALZETTE / LUXEMBOURG   02.11.2003
JOHN CALE & BAND   BREMEN   26.11.2003   
JOHN CALE   KREFELD   27.11.2003   
JOHN CALE & BAND   BERLIN   30.11.2003

[hawkhead]

Tach Dolce ... Vision finalisiert? Nö, hab noch ein RapidEyeMovement - muss leider kurzfristig gehen - oder nicht....

Hier die nächsten Dates:

Uriah Heep
+ Blue Öyster Cult
03.12. Hannover, Capitol
04.12. Köln, E-Werk
06.12. Saarburg, Stadthalle
09.12. Memmingen, Stadthalle
11.12. München, Elserhalle
12.12. Hamburg, Fabrik
13.12. Tuttlingen, Neue Stadth.
14.12. Lichtenfels, Stadthalle
16.12. Nürnberg, Löwensaal
18.12. Stuttgart, FILharmonie
19.12. Nordenham
Tickets: 0711-9547464

T. Rex
28.11. Bünde, Stadtgarten
29.11. Plauen, Festhalle

Roxy Music
25.10. Bonn, Museumsplatz

Nursery Cryme
15.11. Reichenbach, Bergkeller

Styx
18.01. Offenbach, Stadthalle
20.01. Hannover, Capitol
22.01. Stuttgart, FILharmonie
23.01. Bad Rappenau, Mühltalh.
24.01. Tuttlingen, Stadthalle
25.01. München, Gr. Elserhalle
Tickets: 0711-9547464

Mila Mar (Dolce, Lust auf morgen Ingolstadt??)

23.10. A-Wien, Szene
24.10. Ingolstadt, Ohrakel
28.10. Halle, Turm
29.10. Dresden, Scheune
30.10. Frankfurt, Alte Schützenhaus
31.10. Frankfurt, Nachtleben
01.11. Glauchau, Alte Spinnerei
02.11. Krefeld, Kultufabrik
15.11. Altenburg, Music Hall
21.11. Kaiserslautern, Kammgarn
Tickets: 0228-4211640

Manfred Mann`s Earth Band
29.11. Plauen, Festhalle
12.12. Regensburg, Kulturspeicher
13.12. Mühldorf, Neuer Stadtsaal
14.12. Augsburg, Spektrum
17.12. Hildesheim, 4 Linden
18.12. Neu-Isenburg, Hugenottenhalle
19.12. Krefeld, Kulturfabrik
20.12. Speyer, 101 Halle

THE ALAN PARSONS PROJECT
03.02. Berlin, Tempodrom
04.02. Hamburg, Musikhalle
05.02. Frankfurt,Jahrhunderthalle
07.02. Düsseldorf, Philipshalle
08.02. München, Herkulessaal
09.02. Stuttgart, Liederhalle
10.02. Dresden, Kulturpalast
Tickets: 0521-560 500

Quelle:
http://www.eclipsed.de/tourdaten/tourdaten.html

[fixbutte]

#427 funzt genauso wenig wie #395

Deshalb noch mal, noch kleiner

We`re only in it for the money
by Frank Zappa & Mothers of Invention

ursprüngliches Außencover (bei der CD wieder außen)



musst aus rechtlichen Gründen (Verwechslungsgefahr ) mit dem ursprünglichen Innencover getauscht werden

[fixbutte]

[fixbutte]

Shazam von Move (1971) - hör ich derzeit wieder öfters
(CD von 2001 mit 10 Bonustracks für 6,99 € )

[fixbutte]

Das beste hier war die Innenhülle - wenn man sie aufklappte, kam einem Jethro Tull entgegen

[fixbutte]

darf nicht fehlen

[fixbutte]

nochmal Jimi #421 vielleicht klappt`s ja



Innencover
.........................................

..............

[fixbutte]

die hab ich auch in dieser Form (von 1969, dürfte inzwischen recht selten sein)

außen



innen (mit Widmung für den gerade verstorbenen Brian Jones)

[fixbutte]

geniales Cover - Titel und Künstler sind nur auf dem Plakat ganz links zu finden

[fixbutte]

#442 auf dem Plakat ganz links
---> ganz rechts

mein Gott wie peinlich

lichtung

manche meinen
lechts und rinks
kann man nicht velwechsern
werch ein illtum

(Ernst Jandl)

[hawkhead]

Dave Brock • Earthed to the Ground

[CockneyRebel]

.
...mit dem Ohrwurm "Homes fit for Heroes" und (auf der CD als Bonus-Track) der immer wieder schönen Akustikgitarren-Orgie "Hotel Room":



.

[technostud]

@fixbutte #443

[CockneyRebel]

.
Auch was Feines:



.

[hawkhead]

Mann Fixbutte - eigentlich kenn ich das Cover aber ich hab gesucht und gesucht und immer gedacht - verdammt, da fehlt doch was ... hab halt nur nen 17"-Mon und latürnich ganz nacht links gescrollt

Da ist doch dieser Junge mit dem Hut und dem Stock in der Hand - ich hab immer gedacht, dem hat wer das Plakat vom Stock runtergeklaut

[Mannerl]

Hallo zusammen!

das ist ja ein echt guter Thread!

Deep Purple Fans hier?

...

am 31 spielen die in München und ich werde da sein!

[hawkhead]

Purple -Fan, ja aber nicht mehr die Heutigen ... wenn Du gerne ein Plakat vom Münchner Konzert hättest, sag Bescheid (die, die hier zur Zeit so überall rumhängen....)

Dieses Bild hier nennt sich "When the Deep Purple falls" - Aha!

[hawkhead]

[hawkhead]

[fixbutte]

...............................................................................

[fixbutte]

Big Brother & the Holding Company mit Janis Joplin
Cover Art: Robert Crumb (leider nirgends größer zu finden )

[fixbutte]

Für Freunde des progressiven Rocks Anfang der 70er ein Muss



Innencover

[fixbutte]

Der Titel des Albums Cunning Stunts führte zu gewissen, nicht unbeabsichtigten Wortverdrehungen (stunning cunts )

[fixbutte]

sorry, das Bild fehlte noch

[fixbutte]

Fleetwood Mac (mit Peter Green) - hierauf das tolle Oh Well



Innencover

[fixbutte]

Die waren auch sehr gut: Fairport Convention, damals mit Richard Thompson und Sandy Denny
Das Plattencover zeigt die Eltern von Sandy Denny vor ihrem Garten, die Band sitzt im Garten




Die Platte heißt Unhalfbricking. Hier die Rückseite

[fixbutte]

Die Platte mit dem All time Klassiker von Roger Chapman The Weaver`s Answer

[CockneyRebel]

.
Das geht gut runter, fixbutte! "The Weaver`s Answer", das muss ich mir unbedingt heute abend wieder einmal reinziehen... ewig nicht gehört!
.

[fixbutte]

[fixbutte]

mit Julia

[fixbutte]

Mit Waitin` for the Wind



Innencover

[fixbutte]

Eine der verücktesten Plattenhüllen überhaupt - in Form einer Tabaksdose


mit Lazy Sunday Afternoon
und aufgeklappt

[fixbutte]

Cover Art Roger Dean (gestaltete damals alle Plattenhüllen von Yes)

[fixbutte]

und ein neuer Versuch mit Zappa (nach #395, #427, #435)

ursprüngliche Innenhülle, später Außenhülle der LP


ursprüngliche Außenhülle, später Innenhülle


und hier noch mal im Vergleich

außen


und innen

[fixbutte]

Cover Art Cat Stevens (heute Mohammed Yussuf oder so )

[fixbutte]

hier noch mal (nach den Versuchen in #392 und #426) die Debutplatte von Roxy Music

ausgeklappt


mit schwülem Innencover

[fixbutte]

sehr bizarr auch dieses Werk
Ich hätte mich damals nicht getraut, eine Platte mit einem solchen Cover zu kaufen

[fixbutte]

Cover Model: Jerry Hall, später Angetraute von Mick Jagger
.......................

[fixbutte]

Nursery Cryme von Genesis zum Dritten (nach #397 und #430)



zusammen mit Foxtrot vom selben Künstler (genauso schräg wie die Texte von Peter Gabriel)

[fixbutte]

und zum Abschluss auch noch der genannte mit seinen ersten drei Solowerken

[MissB.Hagen]

.
fixbutte - " zum Abschluss " ? Ich dachte, du würdest heute noch die 500 schaffen .
Alles aus deiner Sammlung? R-E-S-P-E-C-T !

Missy

[Mannerl]

als es noch die "guten alten Scheiben" gab und nicht diese komischen kleinen silbernen Dinger, gab es doch viel mehr kreativität. Man brachte farbie LPs heraus , eckige und noch vieles mehr!
Heute kommt schon ein "Hinweisaufkleber" vorne drauf wenn ein sog. Booklet in ist mit sage und schreibe fantastischen 8 Seiten...

MFG
Mannerl, the Purplefamilyfriend!

[CockneyRebel]

.
Mannerl,

ja, so ist es! Ein Stück Kultur ist mit den LPs wirklich verschwunden - bei denen hat das Cover oft noch einen zusätzlichen Kick zur Musik geboten. Fixbutte hst uns ja heute eine ganze Menge an Beispielen gezeigt...

Natürlich möchte ich die Vorzüge der CDs nicht missen, aber so ein bisschen Nostalgie muss erlaubt sein...

[CockneyRebel]

.
...und das muss ich auch mal loswerden: LPs wurden ja auch wie jetzt CDs in Folie eingeschweisst. Aber bei LPs konnte ich immer mit der Schere die offene Seite der Hülle aufschlitzen und hatte das Teil ein paar Sekunden später auf dem DUAL liegen...

Und jetzt brülle ich zehnmal "Sch...", bis ich irgendwo mit dem Fingernagel unter diese elende Folie komme...
.

[wolaufensie]

...Cockney, ich hab zufällig noch ein Bild gefunden, das
aufgenommen wurde, als Du gerade mal wieder dabei warst
eine CD von ihrer Zellophanhülle zu befreien,...ich weiss
ehrlich gesagt nicht wieso Dein Unmut über diese Einhüllungstechnik besteht,...Du machst das doch sehr souverän - elegant...

[wolaufensie]

....Du warst gerade dabei das "White Album"
auszupacken, oben war die erste CD und dies zeigt Dich
nachdem Du die 2. auch rausholen konntest....

[hawkhead]

Das White Album hab ich in weissem Vinyl - sieht kklasse aus mit dem grünen Apple-Label - zum Reinbeissen

[Mannerl]

...ja das mit der Folie...

man müßte sich eine kleine Schere auf dem "CDöffnungsbereich" deponieren um sich die Vorfreude beim Öffen nicht zu nehmen...

[fixbutte]

Guten Morgen User-Family

[fixbutte]

nicht vergessen: scharfe Schuhe anziehen

[hawkhead]

Moin Fixbutte - auf zur 600



fand leider nicht die FOC-Version

[hawkhead]

[hawkhead]

[hawkhead]

[hawkhead]

ein feiner link:

http://www.collectable-records.ru/

[Kubanisch_Rauchen]

Meine Güte, nur Hardrocker hier ... Abba ich han auch was zu bieten, hab mir gestern nämlich im SH Shop die LP von The Clash geholt, die mit wo is drauf "Rock The Casbar" , echt geil die Perkussion!

P.S. #484, ist das der Sänger der Opa Band?

[hawkhead]

[hawkhead]

[fixbutte]

sehr cooles Cover

[Kubanisch_Rauchen]

Mein bescheidener Beitrag ...

[hawkhead]

[fixbutte]

Artist: It`s a Beautiful Day

Title: It`s a Beautiful Day
Date: 1969
Front Cover by Globe Propaganda
Photography by Bruce Steinberg

Notes:
Those halcyon days of the late 60`s produced more than their share of San Francisco bands. Here is one who, while their output was small, left their mark nonetheless. The front cover is a splendid painting in the Maxfield Parish style of sky and clouds. Another band from the Bill Graham stable that is worth looking up.

Line Up:
David LaFlamme: violin, vocals
Linda LaFlamme: organ, piano, electric piano, celeste, harpsichord
Hal Wagenet: guitar
Mitchell Holman: bass
Val Fuentes: drums
Patti Santos: vocals, tamborine, bells, block, gourd
Bruce Steinberg: harmonica

[hawkhead]

[Kubanisch_Rauchen]

#495, die kenn ich auch...Weisser Vogel im golden Käfig oder so

[wolaufensie]

.....ne ganz schräge Bande....
..........
..........................................................die immer noch einen draufsetzt.....
..........................................................
.
......................................................und die sind ganz unbekannt....
...........................................................................

[fixbutte]

Artist: Joe Jackson
Title: Night & Day
Date: 1982
Label: A & M Records SP 4906
Art Direction: Joe Jackson
Artwork: Philip Burke
Photo: George Dubose

Notes: From the simple line drawing of the cover to the smooth production quality this is a class effort from Mr. Jackson and friends. I guess this could be called his "break out" album after the new wave sounding "Look Sharp" and "I`m the Man" albums. The lack of guitars is not a detriment to this ensamble. Beautiful melodies, a rolling percussion section and the heartfelt vocals combine to bring a right satisfying feeling to the listener. Joe`s talent continues to grow, but it`s nice to look, back into the rootstock to see where the eine of the future came from.

[hawkhead]

Huhu K_R


Wg. Deiner #4879 - ich glaube, dies ist tatsächlich David Byron auf dem Bild ... hatte das mal irgendwo gelesen, find´s aber auf die Schnelle...