met@box die zukünftige musicbox ??!!Welches sind eure Lieblingssongs... - 500 Beiträge pro Seite

[MangoJo]

...die ihr aus dem Netz saugt??
Titel Artist Genre

meines zB.

God is aDJ (Astral projection) faithless Trance

...ich steh sowieso auf Trance und das Teil geht voll
auf Kante

super ist auch DJ Quicksilver und scooter...



na dann mal los...aber bitte keine Tipps vom Schlage
Wildecker Herzbuben oder Mutantenstadl

es stimmt doch, das man mit der met@box1000 Musik im MP3
Format runterladen kann und dann mit nem CD Brenner auf
ne Scheibe bannen kann
hieß der eine Freak aus Matrix nicht zufällig "Morpheus"
Das war doch der mit der kuligen Sonnenbrille, die man
einfach so auf die Nase zwicken konnte
Der Film war und ist der Hammer...der Hammer schlechthin!

Genau wie met@box...

[Zitronenhuhn]

das hier ist geil

Dj Blitz - Alice Deejay vs. Darude & Aquagen
da fliegt die box auseinander,wenn das volle Lautstärke
läuft

[Banane123456]

faithless:


We come one!!!


great stuff
Banane )

[Nervenheilanstalt]

bei Metabox würde sich anbieten:

Stefan Remmler - Einer ist immer der Loser

schön war auch in den 70er Jahren die schwäbische Gruppe:

Schwoißfuaß - Einer isch immer dr Arsch

Aber eigentlich wäre es langsam Zeit für:

Andrea Bocelli - Time to say goodbye

[F18]

Schau mal bei http://www.digitallyimported.com/ vorbei.
Ist ein online-Radio. Dürfte deinem Geschmack entsprechen.

gruss F18

[nino@]

blaze !! CAN YOU DANCE To MY BEAT !!!
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benjie !! ganja smoker !!
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cypress hill !! lowrider oder trouble
------
nelly furtado !! turn off the lights
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I monster !! daydream in blue
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eve ft gwen stefani - let me blow your mind
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090_Shivare - Good night moon
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alica keys - Fallin
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Because I Got High uncensored - Afro Man
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bush - the people that we love
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herbert - The Audience
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i-cube - Adore
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Marcy Playground - Sex and Candy
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Placebo - Black-Eyed
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classic rock - dire straits MONEY for nothing
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Schiller mit Heppner - Dream Of You
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Simian - One Dimension
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Tool - Schisim
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so keine lust mehr !!! vielleicht andersmal !!!
VIEL SPASS !!
www.audiogalaxy.com


WER KENNT DAS LIED ??? wenn man bei consors verbunden wird ??
money money money ??? oder so ähnlich ???

[lukim68]

@ nino

....vielleicht von ABBA?!

Wenn es sich hier um gute Musik drehen soll, dann vergesst
aber nicht U2 (nicht U21), Simple Minds und The Cure,
obwohl nino diese wahrscheinlich nicht mehr kennen dürfte.

M.f.G.

Lukim

[ZimtOchse]

@Nervenheilanstalt
Dein Name erinnert mich an:


An der Umgehungstraße,
kurz vor den Mauern unserer Stadt
steht eine Nervenklinik,
wie sie noch keiner gesehen hat.

Sie hat ein Fassungsvermögen
sämtlicher Einkaufszentren der Stadt.
Geh`n dir die Nerven durch,
wirst du noch verrückter gemacht.

Hey, hey, hey, ich war der goldene Reiter.
Hey, hey, hey, ich bin ein Kind dieser Stadt.
Hey, hey, hey, ich war so hoch auf der Leiter,
doch dann fiel ich ab, doch dann fiel ich ab.

Auf meiner Fahrt in die Klinik
sah ich noch einmal die Lichter der Stadt.
Sie brannten wie Feuer in meinen Augen,
ich fühlte mich einsam und unendlich schlapp.

Hey, hey, hey, ich war der goldene Reiter.
Hey, hey, hey, ich bin ein Kind dieser Stadt.
Hey, hey, hey, ich war so hoch auf der Leiter,
doch dann fiel ich ab, ja dann fiel ich ab.

Sicherheitsnotsignale,
lebensbedrohliche Schizophrenie
neue Behandlungszentren
bekämpfen die wirklichen Ursachen nie.

Hey, hey, hey, ich war der goldene Reiter.
Hey, hey, hey, ich bin ein Kind dieser Stadt.
Hey, hey, hey, ich war so hoch auf der Leiter,
doch dann fiel ich ab, doch dann fiel ich ab.


paßt irgendwie ein bisschen zu MBX.

[Nervenheilanstalt]

@ Zimtochse

in der Tat, eines meiner Lieblingslieder (zumindest zu NDW-Zeiten)

Es gib aber auch mal Zeiten bei MBX, da hätte ich mir eher die Fehlfarben gewünscht mit "Es geht voran". Stattdessen gabs nur von derselben Gruppe "Paul ist tot - kein Freispiel drin."

Grüße!
NVH

[lukim68]

@ Zimti

Ach ja, der gute alte goldene Reiter von Joachim W.!
Das waren noch Zeiten! Hautenge Jeans und knöchelhohe Turn-
schuhe von Adidas.

As time goes by!

Gruß

Lukim

[Nervenheilanstalt]

#9 streiche "Es gib" - setze "Es gab"

[nino@]

#7 abba `????? bist du überhaupt consors kunde ?? kennst du überhaupt abba ??? hast du das lied überhaupt schon mal gehört ( warteschleife consors ) ???
kennst du dich überhaupt mit music aus ???

UND WIESO SOLLTE ICH DIE GENANNTEN BANDS NICHT KENNEN !!???

U2 - Beutiful day
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KNOCKIN` ON HEAVEN`S DOOR [U2, Dylan & Bob Marley] live LA
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The Cure - Come on Eileen

usw.......

[Nervenheilanstalt]

@ nino@

ich bin zwar cso-Kunde, war aber noch nie in der Warteschleife.

Zu money fallen mir drei Sachen ein:

1. Pink Floyd - Money (kommt aber kein money money money drin vor)
2. Wie schon angesprochen Abba - Money money money
oder vielleicht auch
3. Money makes the world go round - das wird immer gesungen
"moneymoneymoneymoneymoney..." - Aus dem Musical "Cabaret"

Grüße!
NVH

[nino@]

pink floyd ist es nicht da hab ich als 19 jähriger alle platten alle mp3s und alle cd´s !!!!!!!!
UND ALLE VIDEO´s !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ICH BIN NÄMLICH DER GRÖSSTE FAN !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


www.getgo.com !!! ordern Sie Roger Waters Karten !!!

Tour dieses Jahr !!!!!! IN DEUTSCHLAND !!!

ach ja roger waters ist ein mitglied von pink floyd !!!!!

zum consors lied es ist was neueres !!! denke ich !!!!

[lukim68]

@ nino

Junge, reg Dich nicht auf!

Bin weder Consors-Kunde noch habe ich das Lied in der Warte-
schleife bei Consors je gehört. Aber von ABBA gibt es ein
Lied mit diesem Titel (eigentlich jedem bekannt!).

Nun ja, wirst Du wahrscheinlich nicht kennen, da Du zu dem
Zeitpunkt als das Lied rauskam noch ein ein "feuchter Ge-
danke" warst! Aber das ist ja nicht so schlimm!

Alter ist kein Verdienst und eine Frage der Zeit!

Gruß

Lukim

[nino@]

consors ruft mich am montag an um mir bescheid zu sagen wie das rock´n roll lied heisst !!!


was für ein service hab ich schon gesagt das ich consors lieb hab !!!!

schönens wochenende bye bye !!!

[Banane123456]

Mein Gott, tragt Ihr dick auf.

Na Ihr Basherleins, Gott sei dank habt Ihr Eure eigene Klappse gleich mitgebracht.

[nino@]

lukim tut mir leid ich bin ziemlich gestresst da ist auch met@box dran schuld .....bzw. ich weil ich immer noch an die säcke glaube !! ach ja und mein auto ist heute morgen nicht angesprungen !!!

ich wollte es nicht an dir rauslassen !!!

dein zitat ...
Wenn es sich hier um gute Musik drehen soll, dann vergesst
aber nicht U2 (nicht U21), Simple Minds und The Cure,

obwohl nino diese wahrscheinlich nicht mehr kennen dürfte.

en bisschen kenn ich mich auch in dieser welt aus !!! vorallem wenn es um music geht .......


also schönes wochenende

[filigran]

Mein Lieblingssong !



Wandersmann
von Renft



Gehen auf der Stelle hab ich nie gekonnt.

Mir die Haut verbrannt, hab ich mich lang gesonnt.


Zeit für mich - weine nicht -

ich behalt dein Gesicht,

singen auch Sirenen hinterm Horizont.


Schwere Bahnhofsdächer über uns gestellt,
Gleise wie ein Fächer in die weite Welt.

Zeit für mich - weine nicht -
halt gefangen dein Gesicht,
wie man auch sein rotes Blut gefangen hält.



Abschied heißt doch auch weitergehen,

Tränen hat die Trauer, aber auch das Glück.

Komm gut an - nicht zurück -

Wandersmann komm gut an. Geh!


Alles ist im fließen, alles ist im gehn.
Sterne rasen, auch wenn wir sie stehen sehn.

Zeit für mich - weine nicht -
ich behalt dein Gesicht,
und in der Erinnerung bleibt es lieb und schön.

Abschied heißt doch auch weitergehen,
Tränen hat die Trauer, aber auch das Glück.
Komm gut an - nicht zurück -
Wandersmann komm gut an. Geh!

[N.MarksDelBanco]

[lukim68]

@ nino

Wie kann man denn durch Metabox gestresst sein?

Stress und Ungeduld sind schlechte Begleiter an der Börse!
Vor allem am Neuen Markt. Und ganz besonders in Sachen MBX!

Hast Du nicht erst vor einiger Zeit Dein Auto kaputt-
gefahren? Und nun schon wieder eine "alte Kiste" gekauft?
Du solltest, wenn Du jemals Geld mit Metabox verdient hast,
Dir ein vernünftiges Auto kaufen! Vielleicht reicht es dann ja sogar für `ne neue S-Klasse!

Auch Dir ein schönes Restwochenende!

Gruß

Lukim

[Brueller]

das könnte der erste met@boxthread werden, in dem es für Basher keine Chance gibt

es sei denn, sie möchten irgendwann hier ihre Klagelieder
vorstellen
irgendwie irgendwo irgendwann

vorallem müssen sich hier einige outen, was ihren verdrehten
Musikgeschmack angeht.Mit Punk und heavy metal (mit wenigen
Ausnahmen) kann ich nix anfangen.

finde ich zB. Marusha oder Alice Deejay


God is a DJ ist natürlich auch klasse
@nino@ na da werd ich mal bei dir reinhören

[Brueller]

fast hätte ich meine Titel vergessen

hier sind zwei

DJ Blitz - Alice Deejay vs Darude Aquagen

und Song 23 meiner Playlist den ich gerade im Ohr habe
DJ Qicksilver Ameno :O

[HierMietgliedwerden]

+ + + + + + K R A F T W E R K + + + + + +

Hall of Mirrors

the young man stepped
into the hall of mirrors
where he discovered
a reflection of himself

refr.
even the greatest stars
discover themselfs in the looking glass
even the greatest stars
discover themselfs in the looking glass

somtetimes....
he saw a surreal face
and somtimes...
a stranger at this place

refr.
even the greatest stars
find their face in the looking glass
even the greatest stars
find their face in the looking glass

he fell in love
with the image of himself
and suddenly
the picture was distorted

refr.
even the greatest stars
dislike themselfs in the looking glass
even the greatest stars
dislike themselfs in the looking glass

he made up the person
he wanted to be
an changed into
new personality

refr.
even the greatest stars
change themselfs in the looking glass
even the greatest stars
change themselfs in the looking glass

the artist is living
in the mirror
with the echos
of himself

refr.
even the greatest stars
live their lifes in the looking glass
even the greatest stars
live their lifes in the looking glass

even the greatest stars
fix their face in the looking glass
even the greatest stars
fix their face in the looking glass

fading
even the greatest stars
live their lifes in the looking glass
even the greatest stars
live their lifes in the looking glass

++++++Einmalig!Einmalig!Einmalig!Einmalig!Einmalig!Einmalig!Einmalig!Einmalig!Einmalig!+++++

HieMieglie, the one and onlie

[nino@]

kraftwerk super gruppe .......


lukim68 du hast recht !!

Ungedult ist fehl am platz !
und mein auto hab ich auch noch notdürftig zusammen gefliegt bis es einen porsche gibt !!! *g* !! !!
oder kauf ich mir wieder en audi ??? ich weiss nicht ...

ich habe noch was für euch ......
www.fm4.at .... der beste radiosender der welt .....

DIE CHARTS .... viel spass

DW WW Titel Interpret

1 1 5 Energie Total Chaos

2 5 4 Uzi (Pinky Ring) Wu-Tang Clan

3 2 5 Baby Phat De La Soul

4 4 4 Lukewarm New End Originals

5 12 3 Sunglasses at Night Tiga & Zyntherius

6 7 6 Deine Reime sind Schweine Adolf Noise

7 8 3 The Whole World Outkast

8 6 8 Pilot Notwist

9 10 4 I`m Walking Up To Us Belle & Sebastian

10 17 2 Silber Garish

11 13 5 Neon Tom Gwen Mars

12 15 3 Nice To Know You Incubus

13 16 2 911 Gorillaz ft. D12

14 3 6 Take Me To Broadway Gonzales

15 18 2 Running Stereo Mc`s

16 11 4 Dreiklangdimensionen Das Pop

17 19 2 Lullaby Starsailor

18 9 8 Fresh Feeling Eels

19 1 (Drawing) Rings Around The World Super Furry Animals

20 1 Foxwoods Mike Ladd

21 21 6 Trouble Cypress Hill

22 22 7 The Audience Herbert

23 14 9 Untitled Smashing Pumpkins

24 20 6 Zero Zeronic

25 25 7 Cherry Lips (Go Baby Go) Garbage


http://charts.orf.at/fm4/red/2002/01-05/

[nino@]

HÖRE GERADE PLACEBO JOHNNY & MARY

ganz ganz ganz laut den ich wohne mit unserer familie auf einem bauernhof dort ist es einfach genial und wenn ich mal reich bin kauf ich unserer familie den ganzen hof so das wir das leben hier noch mehr geniesen können ....
hab ich euch schon erzählt das mir meine familie SEHR WICHTIG ist !! ICH HAB SIE SOOOOO LIEB !!!

und jetzt

fair - remix (Mary J Blige feat. Fabolous & Jadakiss)

FEEEETTTTT !!!!

[ZimtOchse]

...

The Light Dies Down On Broadway

As he walks along the gorge`s edge,
He meets a sense of yesteryear.
A window in the bank above his head
Reveals his home amidst the streets.

Subway sounds, the sounds of complaint
The smell of acid on his gun of paint.
As it carves out anger in a blood-red band,
Destroyed tomorrow by an unknown hand;
- My home.
Is this the way out from this endless scene?
Or just an entrance to another dream?
And the light dies down on Broadway.

But as the skylight beckons him to leave,
He hears a scream from far below.
Within the raging water, writhes the form
Of brother John, he cries for help.

The gate is fading now, but open wide,
But John is drowning, I must decide
Between the freedom I had in the rat-race,
Or to stay forever in this forsaken place;
Hey John!
He makes for the river and the gate is gone,
Back to the void where it came from.
And the light dies down on Broadway.

...

http://asidor.tripod.com/gen/lambL.html

[DrSeltsam]

@Zimtochse

das sind noch die Genesis, bevor sie unter Phil Collins ihr Hitparadentralala machten! Mit dem unvergessenen Peter Gabriel! That´s music!!

Gruß Doc

[ZimtOchse]

@Doc
Japp, die beste Scheibe von Genesis.
Sehr lesenswert, hoffe man verzeiht mir die vielen Zeilen:

The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway

Keep your fingers out of my eye. While I write I like to glance at the butterflies
in glass that are all around the walls. The people in memory are pinned to events
I can`t recall too well, but I`m putting one down to watch him break up, decompose
and feed another sort of life. The one in question is all fully biodegradable material
and categorized as `Rael`. Rael hates me, I like Rael, -- yes, even ostriches have
feelings, but our relationship is something both of us are learning to live with.
Rael likes a good time, I like a good rhyme, but you won`t see me directly anymore
-- he hates my being around. So if his story doesn`t stand, I might lend a hand, you
understand? (ie. the rhyme is planned, dummies). The flickering needle jumps into
red. New York crawls out of its bed. The weary guests are asked to leave the warmth
of the all-night theater, having slept on pictures others only dream on. The un-paid
extras disturb the Sleeping Broadway. WALK to the left DON`T WALK to the right: on
Broadway, directions don`t look so bright. Autoghosts keep the pace for the cabman`s
early mobile race.

Enough of this--our hero is moving up the subway stairs into daylight. Beneath his
leather jacket he holds a spray gun which has left the message R-A-E-L in big letters
on the wall leading underground. It may not mean much to you but to Rael it is part of
the process going towards `making a name for yourself.` When you`re not even a
pure-bred Puerto Rican the going gets tough and the tough gets going.

With casual sideways glances along the wet street, he checks the motion in the steam
to look for potential obstruction. Seeing none, he strides along the sidewalk, past
the drugstore with iron guard being removed to reveal the smile of the toothpaste
girl, past the nightladies and past Patrolman Frank Leonowich (48, married, two kids)
who looks at Rael in much the same way that other Patrolmen look at him, and Rael
only just hides that he is hiding something. Meanwhile from out of the steam a lamb
lies down. This lamb has nothing whatsoever to do with Rael, or any other lamb
--it just lies down on Broadway.

The sky is overcast and as Rael looks back a dark cloud is descending like a balloon
into Times Square. It rests on the ground and shapes itself into a hard edged flat
surface, which solidifies and extends itself all the way East and West along 47th
Street and reaching up to the dark sky. As the wall takes up its tension it becomes a
screen showing what had existed in three dimensions, on the other side just a moment
before. The image flickers and then cracks like painted clay and the wall silently
moves forward, absorbing everything in its path. The unsuspecting New Yorkers are
apparently blind to what is going on.

Rael starts to run away towards Columbus Circle. Each time he dares to take a look,
the wall has moved another block. At the moment when he thinks he`s maintaining
his distance from the wall, the wind blows hard and cold slowing down his speed.
The wind increases, dries the wet street and picks up the dust off the surface,
throwing it into Rael`s face. More and more dirt is blown up and it begins to settle
on Rael`s skin and clothes, making a solid layered coat that brings him gradually
to a terrified stillness. A sitting duck.

The moment of impact bursts through the silence and in a roar of sound, the final
second is prolonged in a world of echoes as if the concrete and clay of Broadway
itself was reliving its memories. The last great march past. Newsman stands limp
as a whimper as audience and event are locked as one. Bing Crosby coos
"You don`t have to feel pain to sing the blues, you don`t have to holla -- you don`t
feel a thing in your dollar collar." Martin Luther King cries "Everybody Sing" and
rings the grand old liberty bell. Leary, weary of his prison cell, walks on heaven,
talks on hell. JFK gives the OK to shoot us, sipping Orange Julius and Lemon Brutus.
Bare breasted cowboy double decks the triple champion. Who needs Medicare
and the 35c flat rate fare, when Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers are dancing through
the air? From Broadway Melody stereotypes the band returns to `Stars and Stripes`
bringing a tear to the moonshiner, who`s been pouring out his spirit from the illegal
still. The pawn broker clears the noisy till and clutches his lucky dollar bill.
Then the blackout.

Rael regains consciousness in some musky half-light. He is warmly wrapped in some
sort of cocoon. The only sound he can hear is dripping water which appears to be the
source of a pale flickering light. He guesses he must be in some sort of cave
-- or kooky tomb, or catacomb, or eggshell waiting to drop from the bone of the womb.
Whatever it is, he feels serene, very clean, and content as a well kept dummy with
hot water in his tummy, so why worry what it means? Resigning himself to the unknown
he drifts off into sleep.

He wakes in a cold sweat with a strong urge to vomit. There`s no sign of the cocoon
and he can see more of the cave about him. There is much more of the glowing water
dripping from the roof and stalactites and stalagmites are forming and decomposing
at an incredible rate all around him. As fear and shock register, he assures himself
that self-control will provide some security, but this thought is abandoned as the
stalactites and stalagmites lock into a fixed position, forming a cage whose bars
are moving in towards him. At one moment there is a flash of light and he sees an
infinite network of cages all strung together by a ropelike material. As the rocky
bars press in on Rael`s body, he sees his brother John outside, looking in. John`s
face is motionless despite screams for help, but in his vacant expression a tear of
blood forms and trickles down his cheek. Then he calmly walks away leaving Rael
to face the pains which are beginning to sweep through his body. However, just as
John walks out of sight, the cage dissolves and Rael is left spinning like a top.

When all this revolution is over, he sits down on a highly polished floor while his
dizziness fades away. It is an empty modern hallway and the dreamdoll saleslady
sits at the reception desk. Without prompting she goes into her rap: "This is the
Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging, those you are about to see are all in for
servicing, except for a small quantity of our new product, in the second gallery.
It is all the stock required to cover the existing arrangements of the enterprise.
Different batches are distributed to area operators, and there are plenty of
opportunities for the large investor. They stretch from the costly care-conditioned
to the most reasonable mal-nutritioned. We find here that everyone`s looks become
them. Except for the low market mal-nutritioned, each is provided with a guarantee
for a successful birth and trouble free infancy. There is however only a small
amount of variable choice potential -- not too far from the mean differential.
You see, the roof has predetermined the limits of action of any group of packages,
but individuals may move off the path if their diversions are counter-balanced
by others."

As he wanders along the line of packages, Rael notices a familiarity in some of
their faces. He finally comes upon some of the members of his old gang and worries
about his own safety. Running out through the factory floor, he catches sight of his
brother John with a number 9 stamped on his forehead.

No-one seems to take up the chase, and with the familiar faces fresh in his mind he
moves into a reconstruction of his old life, above ground--

Too much time was one thing he didn`t need, so he used to cut through it with a
little speed. He was better off dead, than slow in the head. His momma and poppa
had taken a ride on his back, so he left very quickly to join The Pack. Only after
a pell in Pontiac reformatory was he given any respect in the gang. Now, walking
back home after a raid, he was cuddling a sleeping porcupine.

That night he pictured the removal of his hairy heart and to the accompaniment of
very romantic music he watched it being shaved smooth by an anonymous stainless
steel razor. The palpitating cherry-red organ was returned to its rightful place
and began to beat faster as it led our hero, counting out time, through his first
romantic encounter.

He returns from his mixed-up memories to the passage he was previously stuck in.
This time he discovers a long carpeted corridor. The walls are painted in red ochre
and are marked by strange insignia, some looking like a bulls-eye, others of birds
and boats. Further down the corridor, he can see some people; all kneeling. With
broken sighs and murmurs they struggle, in their slow motion to move towards a
wooden door at the end. Having seen only the inanimate bodies in the Grand
Parade of Lifeless Packaging, Rael rushes to talk to them.

"What`s going on?" he cries to a muttering monk, who conceals a yawn and replies
"It`s a long time yet before the dawn." A sphinx-like crawler calls his name saying
"Don`t ask him, the monk is drunk. Each one of us is trying to reach the top of the
stairs, a way out will await us there." Not asking how he can move freely, our hero
goes boldly through the door. Behind a table loaded with food, is a spiral staircase
going up into the ceiling.

At the top of the stairs he finds a chamber. It is almost a hemisphere with a great
many doors all the way round its circumference. There is a large crowd, huddled
in various groups. From the shouting, Rael learns that there are 32 doors, but only
one that leads out. Their voices get louder and louder until Rael screams "Shut up!"
There is a momentary silence and then Rael finds himself the focus as they direct
their advice and commands to their new found recruit. Bred on trash, fed on ash the
jigsaw master has got to move faster. Rael sees a quiet corner and rushes to it.
He stands by a middle-aged woman, with a very pale skin who is quietly talking to
herself. He discovers she is blind and asking for a guide. "What`s the use of a guide
if you got nowhere to go" asks Rael. "I`ve got somewhere to go," she replies "if you
take me through the noise, I`ll show you. I`m a creature of the caves and I follow the
way the breezes blow."

He leads her across the room and they leave the crowd, who dismiss their departure
as certain to fail. When through the door, the woman leads Rael down the tunnel.
The light of the chamber soon fades and despite her confident step Rael often
stumbles in the darkness.

After a long walk they arrive in what Rael judges to be a big round cave, and she
speaks a second time asking him to sit down. It feels like a cold stone throne.
"Rael, sit here. They will come for you soon. Don`t be afraid." And failing to
explain any more she walks off. He faces his fear once again.

A tunnel is lit up to the left of him, and he begins to shake. As it grows brighter,
the hears a non-metallic whirring sound. The light is getting painfully bright,
reflecting as white off the walls until his vision is lost in a sort of snow blindness.
He panics, feels around for a stone and hurls it at the brightest point. The sound
of breaking glass echoes around the cave.

As his vision is restored he catches sight of two golden gloves about one foot in
diameter hovering away down the tunnel. When they disappear a resounding crack
sears across the roof, and it collapses all around him. Our hero is trapped once
again.

"This is it" he thinks, failing to move any of the fallen rocks. There`s not much
spectacle for an underground creole as he walks through the gates of Sheol.
"I would have preferred to have been jettisoned into a thousand pieces in space,
or filled with helium and floated above a mausoleum. This is no way to pay my last
subterranean homesick dues. Anyway I`m out of the hands of any pervert embalmer
doing his interpretation of what I should look like, stuffing his cotton wool in my
cheeks."

Exhausted by all this conjecture, our hero gets the chance in a lifetime to meet
his hero: Death. Death is wearing a light disguise, he made the outfit himself. He
calls it the "Supernatural Anaesthetist." Death likes meeting people and wants to
travel. Death approaches Rael with his special cannister, releases a puff, and
appears to walk away content into the wall.

Rael touches his face to confirm hi is still alive. He writes Death off as an illusion,
but notices a thick musky scent hanging in the air. He moves to the corner where
the scent is stronger, discovering a crack in the rubble through which it is entering.
He tries to shift the stones and eventually clears a hole large enough to crawl out
of. The perfume is even stronger on the other side and he sets off to find its source,
with a new-found energy.

He finally reaches a very ornate pink-water pool. It is lavishly decorated with gold
fittings. The walls around the pool are covered with a maroon velvet up which
honeysuckle is growing. From out of the mist on the water comes a series of ripples.
Three snakelike creatures are swimming towards Rael. Each reptilian creature has
the diminutive head and breasts of a beautiful woman. his horror gives way to
infatuation as their soft green eyes show their welcome. The Lamia invite him to
taste the sweet water and he is quick to enter the pool. As soon as he swallows
some liquid, a pale blue luminescence drips off from his skin. The Lamia lick the
liquid; very gently as they begin, with each new touch, he feels the need to give
more and more. They knead his flesh until his bones appear to melt, and at a point
at which he feels he cannot go beyond, they nibble at his body. Taking in the first
drops of his blood, their eyes blacken and their bodies are shaken. Distraught with
helpless passion he watches as his lovers die. In a desperate attempt to bring
what is left of them into his being, he takes and eats their bodies, and struggles to
leave his lovers` nest.

Leaving by the same door from which he had come in, he finds some sort of freaks
ghetto on the other side. When they catch sight of him, the entire street of distorted
figures burst into laughter. One of the colony approaches him. He is grotesque in
every feature, a mixture of ugly lumps and stumps.

His lips slip across his chin as he smiles in welcome and offers his slippery handshake.
Rael is a little disillusioned, when the Slipperman reveals that the entire colony have
one-by-one been through the same glorious romantic tragedy with the same three Lamia,
who regenerate themselves every time, and that now Rael shares their physical
appearance and shadowy fate.

Amongst the contorted faces of the Slippermen, Rael recognizes what is left of his
brother John. They hug each other, John bitterly explains that the entire life of
the Slipperman is devoted to satisfying the never-ending hunger of the senses,
which has been inherited from the Lamia. There is only one escape route;
a dreaded visit to the notorious Doktor Dyper who will remove the source of the
problems, or to put it less politely, castrate.

They discuss the deceptively-named escape for a long time and decide to go together
to visit the Doktor. They survive the ordeal and are presented with the offensive
weapons in sterile yellow plastic tubes, with gold chains. "People usually wear them
around their necks," said the Doktor handing them over. "The operation does not
necessarily exclude use of the facility again, for short periods, but of course when
you want it you must provide us with considerable advance warning." As the brothers
talk themselves through their new predicament, a big black raven flies into the cave,
swoops down, grabs Rael`s tube right out of his hands and carries it up into the air
in his beak. Rael calls for John to go with him.

And he replies, "I will not chase a black raven. Down here you must read and obey
the omens. There`s disaster where the raven flies." So once more John deserts his
brother.

The bird leads Rael down a narrow tunnel, he seems to be allowing him to keep at a
closed distance. But as Rael thinks he might almost catch hold of the bird, the
tunnel opens and finishes at an enormous subterranean ravine. Casually, the raven
drops his precious load into the rushing waters at the bottom. It`s enough to drive a
poor boy ravin` mad.

Seeing the dangers of the steep cliff, our courageous hero stands impotent and
glowers. He follows a small path running along the top, and watches the tube
bobbing up and down in the water as the fast current carries it away. However, as
he walks around a corner Rael sees a sky-light above him, apparently built into
the bank. Through it he can see the green grass of home, well not exactly;
he can see Broadway. his heart, now a little bristly, is shaken by a surge of joy
and he starts to run, arms wide open, to the way out. At this precise point in time
his ears pick up a voice screaming for help. Someone is struggling in the rapids
below. It`s John. He pauses for a moment remembering how his brother had
abandoned him. Then the window begins to fade -- it`s time for action.

He rushes to the cliff and scrambles down the rocks. It takes him a long time to
get down to the water, trying to keep up with the current at the same time. As he
nears the water`s edge he sees John losing strength. He dives down into the
cold water. At first he is thrown onto the rocks, and pulled under the water by
a fast moving channel, which takes him right past John, down river. Rael
manages to grab a rock, pull himself to the surface and catch his breath. As
John is carried past, Rael throws himself in again and catches hold of his arm.
He knocks John unconscious and then locking themselves together, he rides
the rapids into the slow running water, where he can swim to safety.

But as he hauls his brother`s limp body onto the bank he lies him out and looks
hopefully into his eyes for a sign of life. He staggers back in recoil, for
staring at him with eyes wide open is not John`s face -- but his own.

Rael cannot look away from those eyes, mesmerized by his own image. In a quick
movement, his consciousness darts from one face to the other, then back again,
until his presence is no longer solidly contained in one or the other.

In this fluid state he observes both bodies outlined in yellow and the surrounding
scenery melting into a purple haze. With a sudden rush of energy up both spinal
columns, their bodies, as well, finally dissolve into the haze.

All this takes place without a single sunset, without a single bell ringing, and
without a single blossom falling from the sky. Yet it fills everything with its
mysterious intoxicating presence. It`s over to you.

© Peter Gabriel 1974

[DrSeltsam]

Die ist gewiß auch nicht zu verachten:

Selling England by the Pound,

(c) 1973

mit einem schönen Klavier- und einem Weltklasse Querflötensolo

nicht zu vergessen:

Nursery Crime

mit dem Kulthit der Musicbox (RIP, erblickte die Welt bei SWF3 mit dem besten Moderator Elmar Hörig) namens (logo) Musical Box und dem The Return of the Giant Hogweed, eine Pflanze mit dem schnöden deutschen Namen "Riesenbärenklau" bzw. lat. Heracleum Mantegazziani.

(c) 1971

beide natürlich von Genesis inkl. Peter Gabriel

Gruß Doc

[nino@]

Another Brick In The Wall Part 1


Daddy`s flown across the ocean
Leaving just a memory
A snapshot in the family album
Daddy what else did you leave for me
Daddy what d`ya leave behind for me
All in all it was just a brick in the wall
All in all it was just bricks in the wall




Another Brick In The Wall Part 2


We don`t need no education
We don`t need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave the kids alone

Hey, teacher leave the kids alone!
All in all it`s just another brick in the wall
All in all you`re just another brick in the wall

We don`t need no education
We don`t need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave the kids alone
Hey, teacher leave the kids alone!
All in all it`s just another brick in the wall
All in all you`re just another brick in the wall




Another Brick In The Wall Part 3


I don`t need no walls around me
I don`t need no drugs to calm me
I have seen the writing on the wall
Don`t think I`ll need anything at all
All in all it was just bricks in the wall
All in all you were all just bricks in the wall

[nino@]

Wish you were here

So, so you think you can tell,
Heaven from hell, blue sky from pain
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail
A smile from a vail
Do you think you can tell

And did they get you trade
Your heroes for ghosts, hot ashes for trees
Hot air for a cool breeze
Cold comfort for change
And did you exchange
A walk on part in a war for a lead roll in a cage

How I wish, how I wish you were here
We`re just two lost souls swiming in a fish bowl
Year after year
Running over the same old ground
What have we found, the same old fears
Wish you were here
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Comfortably Numb
Hello.
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone home?

Come on, now.
I hear you`re feeling down.
Well I can ease your pain,
Get you on your feet again.

Relax.
I need some information first.
Just the basic facts:
Can you show me where it hurts?


There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ship`s smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can`t hear what you`re sayin`.
When I was a child I had a fever.
My hands felt just like two balloons.
Now I got that feeling once again.
I can`t explain, you would not understand.
This is not how I am.
I have become comfortably numb.

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Learning to fly

Into the distance, a ribbon of black
Stretched to the point of no turning back
A flight of fancy on a windswept field
Standing alone my senses reeled
A fatal attraction holding me fast, how
Can I escape this irresistible grasp?

Can`t keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted Just an earth-bound misfit, I

Ice is forming on the tips of my wings
Unheeded warnings, I thought I thought of everything
No navigator to guide my way home
Unladened, empty and turned to stone

A soul in tension that`s learning to fly
Condition grounded but determined to try
Can`t keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I

Above the planet on a wing and a prayer,
My grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty air,
Across the clouds I see my shadow fly
Out of the corner of my watering eye
A dream unthreatened by the morning light
Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night

There`s no sensation to compare with this
Suspended animation, A state of bliss
Can`t keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I
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Breathe with me

Breathe the pressure.
Come play my game I`ll test ya.
Psyhco-somatic addict, insane.
Breathe the pressure.
Come play my game I`ll test ya.
Psycho-somatic addict, insane.

Come play my game.
inhale,inhale, you`re the victim.
Come play my game.
exhale,exhale,exhale.

Breathe the pressure.
Come play my game, I`ll test ya.
Psycho-somatic addict, insane.
Breathe the Pressure.
Come play my game I`ll test ya.
Psycho-somatic addict,insane.

Breathe with me.
Come play my game.
inhale,inhale you`re the victim.
Come play my game.
exhale,exhale,exhale.

Come play my game.
inhale,inhale you`re the victim.
Come play my game .
exhale,exhale,exhale.

Breathe the pressure.
Come play my game, I`ll test ya
. Psycho-somatic addict,indane.
Breathe the pressure.
Come play my game I`ll test ya.
Psycho-somatic addict, Insane.
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She`s got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky
Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that
special place
And if I stared too long
I`d probably break down and cry

Sweet child o` mine
Sweet love of mine

She`s got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
Her hair reminds me
of a warm safe place
Where as a child I`d hide
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by

Sweet child o` mine
Sweet love of mine

Where do we go
Where do we go now
Where do we go
Sweet child o` mine
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Scar tissue that I wish you saw

Sarcastic mister know it all
Close your eyes and I`ll kiss you `cause
With the birds I`ll share
With the birds I`ll share
This lonely view
With the birds I`ll share
This lonely view

Push me up against the wall
Young Kentucky girl in a push-up bra
Fallin` all over myself
To lick your heart and taste your health `cause
With the birds I`ll share
This lonely view...

Blood loss in a bathroom stall
Southern girl with a scarlet drawl
Wave good-bye to ma and pa `cause
With the birds I`ll share
With the birds I`ll share
This lonely view
With the birds I`ll share
This lonely view

Soft spoken with a broken jaw
Step outside but not to brawl
Autumn`s sweet we call it fall
I`ll make it to the moon if I have to crawl and
With the birds I`ll share
This lonely view...

Scar tissue that I wish you saw
Sarcastic mister know it all
Close your eyes and I`ll kiss you `cause
With the birds I`ll share
With the birds I`ll share
This lonely view
With the birds I`ll share
This lonely view...
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[ZimtOchse]

I found her on a night of fire and noise
Wild bells rang in a wild sky
I knew from that moment on
I`ll love her till the day that I died
And I kissed away a thousand tears
My lady of the Various Sorrows
Some begged, some borrowed, some stolen
Some kept safe for tomorrow
On and endless night, silver star spangled
The bells from the chapel went jingle-jangle

Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Like I love you?

She was given to me to put things right
And I stacked all my accomplishments beside her
Still I seemed so obsolete and small
I found God and all His devils inside her
In my bed she cast the blizzard out
A mock sun blazed upon her head
So completely filled with light she was
Her shadow fanged and hairy and mad
Our love-lines grew hopelessly tangled
And the bells from the chapel went jingle-jangle

Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Like I love you?

She had a heart full of love and devotion
She had a mindful of tyranny and terror
Well, I try, I do, I really try
But I just err, baby, I do, I error
So come find me, my darling one
I`m down to the grounds, the very dregs
Ah, here she comes, blocking the sun
Blood running down the inside of her legs
The moon in the sky is battered and mangled
And the bells from the chapel go jingle-jangle

Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Like I love you?

All things move toward their end
I knew before I met her that I would lose her
I swear I made every effort to be good to her
I made every effort not to abuse her
Crazy bracelets on her wrists and her ankles
And the bells from the chapel go jingle-jangle

Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Like I love you?

[JosephK.]

Ja der gute Nick Cave, ehemals Birthday Party. Ich höre ihn auch gern. / MfG

[ZimtOchse]

Sitting on a park bench
eyeing up little girls with bad intent.
Snot running down his nose
greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Hey Aqualung!
Drying in the cold sun
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Hey Aqualung!
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
goes down to the park and
warms his feet.
Feeling alone
the army`s up the road
salvation a la mode and
a cup of tea.
Aqualung my friend
don`t ya start away uneasy
you poor old sod
you see it`s only me.

Do you still remember
December`s foggy freeze
and the ice that clings on to your beard
with screaming agony
And you snatch your rattling last breaths
with deep-sea diver sounds,
and the flowers bloom like
madness in the spring.

[ZimtOchse]

We travellers on the endless wastes in single orbits,
gliding cold-eyed march towards the dawn behind
hard-weather hoods a-hiding.
Meeting as the tall ships do, passing in the channel
afraid to chance a gentle touch ---
afraid to make the clasp.

In high-rise city canyons dwells the discontent of ages.
On ring roads, nose to bumper crawl
commuters in their cages. Cryptic signals flash
across from pilots in the fast lane. Double-locked
and belted in --- too late to make the clasp.

Let`s break the journey now on some lonely road.
Sit down as strangers will, let the stress unload.
Talk in confidential terms, share a dark unspoken fear.
Refill the cup and drink it up. Say goodnight and
wish good luck.

Synthetic chiefs with frozen smiles holding unsteady courses.
Grip the reins of history, high on their battle horses.
And meeting as good statesmen do before the T.V.
eyes of millions, hand to hand exchange the lie ---
pretend to make the clasp.

[nino@]

DW WW Titel Interpret

1 5 4 Sunglasses at Night Tiga & Zyntherius

2 7 4 The Whole World Outkast

3 6 7 Deine Reime sind Schweine Adolf Noise

4 1 6 Energie Total Chaos

5 10 3 Silber Garish

6 1 Bird In Your Head The Crooks

7 1 Furniture Fugazi

8 11 6 Neon Tom Gwen Mars

9 9 5 I`m Walking Up To Us Belle & Sebastian

10 2 5 Uzi (Pinky Ring) Wu-Tang Clan

11 3 6 Baby Phat De La Soul

12 8 9 Pilot Notwist

13 13 3 911 Gorillaz ft. D12

14 1 Star Guitar Chemical Brothers

15 15 3 Running Stereo Mc`s

16 12 4 Nice To Know You Incubus

17 17 3 Lullaby Starsailor

18 4 5 Lukewarm New End Originals

19 19 2 (Drawing) Rings Around The World Super Furry Animals

20 20 2 Foxwoods Mike Ladd

21 16 5 Dreiklangdimensionen Das Pop

22 14 7 Take Me To Broadway Gonzales

23 18 9 Fresh Feeling Eels

24 21 7 Trouble Cypress Hill

25 1 La Sonora Starflam

www.fm4.at ///// der beste radiosender den die welt kennt EMPFANG ÜBER DIGITALES FERNSEH MIT DER D-BOX und bald vielleicht über metabox ????

[DrSeltsam]

Gibt es noch jemanden außer mir, der nach der Ära Genesis / Marillon sich dem phantastischen Gebiet des Progressive Rock angenähert hat? Arena, Ayreon, Shadowland, Strangers on a Train, Threshold, IQ, Pendragon...

Gruß Doc

[relation]

nein.

[opernheimer]

Doc,
kenne keine Einzige der von Dir genannten Bands...
Um die Zeit hörte ich die ersten Scheiben von Roxy Music, King Crimson und auch Tangerine Dream...
opernh.

[DrSeltsam]

@relation

@Opernheimer

King Crimson ist in Ordnung, auch wenn die nach ihrem famosen Erstlingswerk "In the Court of the Crimson King" leider in die Free-Jazz-Ecke abgedriftet sind, was nunmal überhaupt nicht meine Passion ist.

Gruß Doc

[Zitronenhuhn]

DaRude vs Zombie Nation blade techno opener hammergeil

met@zombiegeil

[paule2]

Also, bei Megaschrott fällt mir nur Nena ein.

99 Luftballons.

[Brueller]

sehr zum träumen finde ich gerade
"Don`t u come back to me" Marusha

Klasse

übrigens kann man die neue Bet@boxversion von morpheus
über chip.de herunterladen ... bis es was Deutsches gibt

[Fondsmaster]

http://members.aol.com/wodoko/kriminaltango.mid

[Brueller]

enemies becoming friends when bitterness ends (God is a DJ)

zur Zeit find ich DJ KaCaMak ganz

wenn ihr lustige Umfragen starten wollt

zB. was machst du mit deiner nicht vorhandenen met@box1000

dann schaut bei http://www.doobie.de rein

[nino@]

hört euch mal dass lied
remind me von röyksopp
an ....

super genial ... grüße ....