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[Heizkessel]

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She stares at the screen, at the little words of green
Tries to do remember what to do next
There`s a trace of frustration that crosses her face
Searching for the key she should press
And I would help her if I only know how
But these things are a mystery to me too
And it seems that the Corporate eyes they are watching
She fears for her job and the moments are passing
I stare at her nametag and I think to myself
Both you and I, we never asked for any of this


So let`s take a walk up past the chemical works
Where the sky turns green at night

And we`ll talk about getting away from here
Some different kind of life
But even in the freshest mountain air
The jet fighters practise overhead

And they`re drilling these hills for uranium deposits
And they`ll bury the waste for our children to inherit
And though this is all done for our own benefit,
I swear we never asked for any of this



This golden age of communication
Means everyone talks at the same time
And liberty just means the freedom to exploit
Any weakness that you can find
Turn off the TV just for a while
Let us whisper to each other instead
And we`ll hope that the Corporate ears do not listen
Lest we find ourselves committing some kind of treason
And filed in the tapes without rhyme, without reason
While they tell us that it`s all for our own protection,
I swear we never asked for any of this

[tobsicret]

da hab ich beim threadtitel tatsächlich das richtige vermutet.

großartiger text, großartiges lied, großartige platte!

[Heizkessel]

[Heizkessel]

tobsi
225 finde ich wirklich einen der besten songs aller zeiten.

[tobsicret]

thunder and consolation ist für mich auch eine der besten platten aller zeiten. es wäre fast schon entwertend zu sagen, dass sie von der stimmung her besonders gut zum herbst und diesem wetter passt.

du kennst sicher auch die erste, die entspricht, um bei dem bild zu bleiben, von der musik und teilweise auch den texten her allerdings eher dem gefühl, im kühlhaus eingeschlossen zu sein:



Great Expectations

When I was young I dreamed and dreamed
About all the things that I was going to be
A brave explorer holding court or a really famous astronaut
A handsome pop star on the screen or captain of the England team
They said "Son, it could all be yours, you just work hard and pay your dues
Don`t be content with what you`ve got, there`s always more that you can want
Everybody`s on the make - that`s what made this country great"


So all I wanted in the end
Was world domination and a whole lot of money to spend
A little place to call my home, like a planet that was all my own
Well that`s not much to ask, it`s really not
It`s not much to ask, just the same as anybody else

So welcome to the free for all, the smash and grab, the freeloaders ball
Where everything is here for us if we scream, shout, make a fuss
There`s nothing that we can`t afford with a poisoned tongue and a sharpened sword
Spoilt children in a row - no one dares to tell them "no"


So all I wanted in the end
Was world domination and a whole lot of money to spend
Everything I touch, everything I see, fame and fortune, immortality
Well that`s not much to ask, it`s really not
It`s not much to ask, just the same as anybody else

So in every heart there`s a broken dream, a shattered cause, a might have been
In every eye there`s a secret tear, in every heart there`s a secret fear
That this is it, done, complete. Resign yourself to your defeat
The bitterness behind the show - that`s where spoilt children go

[Heizkessel]

jo tobsi,
die thunder and consolation packe ich komischerweise immer im herbst raus. stücke wie "green and grey" passen zu der stimmung.

Ich hätte da auch noch eins anzubieten aus der früheren zeit:

BETTER THAN THEM
(Sullivan) 1984

This is our town, this is Friday night
Dressed in our rags and our rage and our best
Piercing eyes looking for something - anything, anyone.
Stare across the floor as they begin to dance
Missing all the rhythms and the chosen right steps
And we laugh and we drink in our corner again
We`re better than them
Divided we were born, divided we live
Divided we fall, divided we die
Still we tell ourselves over and over again
We`re better than them
With our hunger and our hatred, we all walk this town
With our fear and our weakness - just holding on
With our doubt and our emptiness and this cold, cold frown
We`ve got to be so important, we`ll put the whole damn world down
And we build the walls that we can hide behind
And our finest weapon is our poisoned pride
Here in this town where the jealousies burn
We`re watching you
`Cause truth is only what we need it to be
To bring us survival through each and every day
When nowhere is safe and nowhere is home - just be cool
And what was she wearing and what did he say?
Who goes with who and what did they do?
We tell ourselves over and over again
We`re better than them , we`re not like them

[Cole_T]

mann, mann, mann, ist ja schon ewigkeiten her, dass ich die
gehört hab.
haben sehr starke texte, die jungs.

mfg,
Cole_T

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[linea]

Tobsicret, Heiszkessel,

"thunder and consolation" - schon geordert. Bin mal gespannt...

Grüße
Linea

[Iguana]

wie oft mag ich wohl zu songs wie "Vagabonds" (mein lieblingslied von thunder & consolidation), "51. State" (hihihi - war immer eine rüde pogosache auf der tanzfläche) oder "Green and Grey" in unseren rockschuppen "Old Daddy" und "Flagranti" im laufe der jahre abgezappelt haben....

New Model Army - 51st State

Look out of your windows, watch the skies
Read all the instructions with bright blue eyes
We`re WASP`s, yeah, proud american sons
We know how to clean our teeth and how to strip down a gun

Refrain:
Cause We`re the 51st State of America
This is the 51st State of America
Yeah We`re the 51st State of America
Ayeahyeah 51st State of America
Ohohohohoh wohohohoho

Our star spangled union Jack flutters so proud
Over the dancing heads of the merry patriotic crowd
Yeah, tip your hat to the yankee conquerors
We`ve got no reds under the bed, with guns under our pillows

Refrain

Here in the land of opportunities (Ha!)
Watch us revel in our liberty
Well, you can say what you like, but it doesn`t change anything
`Cause the corridors of power, they`re an ocean away

Refrain

Wohohohohoo...

der text ist heute noch so gültig wie damals - hätte man auch von der politik auf die börse übertragen können.

iguana

[linea]

Heizkessel, der Tipp war für mich so heiß, dass ich nicht umhin konnte, in deinen Namen noch ein zusätzliches "s" reinzuflechten

[Iguana]

@linea: na dann hoffe ich mal, daß du nicht zu lange auf die auslieferung warten musst.

iguana

[Heizkessel]

linea, die hättest du auch bei mir bestellen können, gibt zwar nicht so tolle cover, aber die Auslieferung klappt pünktlich.


Ig, mal klugscheißend:

fifty-first state

fand sich das nicht eher hier?



Aber Hut ab, daß du "Bury the hatchet" gleich erkannt hast.
Naja ne kleine Spur war auch gelegt.

Gruß
H.

[Heizkessel]

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[Iguana]

@heizi: klaro - ich habe auch nur allgemein die lieblingssongs, die in der disco gespielt wurden, erwähnt ohne auf die herkunft einzugehen. wollte auch noch den text von vagabonds posten, aber der war auf meiner lyrikseite nicht dabei, nur 51. state.

iguana

[tobsicret]

VAGABOUNDS

We follow the taillights out of the city
Moving in a river of red
As the colours fade away from the
Dusky sunset
We roll for the darkness ahead

CHORUS:
We are old, we are young
We are in this together
Vagabounds and children
Prisoners forever
With pulses a-raging
And eyes full of wonder
Kicking out behind us again

Nighttime City Beat the radio is calling
The lost and lonely in vain
Out here we are running for the
Wide open spaces
The roadsmell after the rain

CHORUS:
We are old, we are young ...

And watching as a boy alone
At the keyside
The ships loading cargo in the night
Their names all calling to faraway places
The years go past, the miles go by
And still this childhood romance
Will not die ...

CHORUS:
We are old, we are young ...

[Heizkessel]

aber gerne doch:

VAGABONDS
(Sullivan) 1987

We follow the taillights out of the city
Moving in a river of red
As the colours fade away from the dusky sunset
We roll for the darkness ahead
Ch: We are old, we are young, we are in this together
Vagabonds and children, prisoners forever
With pulses a-raging and eyes full of wonder
Kicking out behind us again

Night-time City Beat the radio is calling
The lost and lonely in vain
Out here we are running for the wide open spaces
The road-smell after the rain
Ch: We are old, we are young, we are in this together
Vagabonds and children, prisoners forever
With pulses a-raging and eyes full of wonder
Kicking out behind us again

And watching as a boy alone at the quayside
The ships loading cargo in the night
Their names all calling to faraway places
The years go past, the miles go by
And still this childhood romance will not die


und tobsi hält morgen nen Vortrag über Oliver Cromwell und was es mit den Levellers auf sich hat.

Gute nacht
H.

[Heizkessel]

tobsi

[linea]

Heizkessel #12,
meinst du eine sogenannte "Natura-Kreativ-CD?
Ist eine CD, wo man die einzelnen Namen der Tracks noch finden und hübsch gestalterisch eintragen kann, damit man auch weiß, was man da hört.

Also ich weiß nicht, spätestens da wird die Zeit relativ

Grüße
Linea

[Iguana]

@tobsi und heizi: hihihi - danke! doppelt gemoppelt hält besser!

iguana