Love The King Of Emotion - Songlyrics (Seite 2038)

[Iguana]

...und wenn dann die schlacht beendet ist, bleiben manchmal nur die ruinen stehen...

-----------------------------------BLUE ÖYSTER CULT-----------------------------------


----------DANCIN` IN THE RUINS----------

Tomorrow soon turns into yesterday.
Everything we see just fades away.
There`s sky and sand where mountains used to be.
Time drops by a second to eternity.
It doesn`t matter if we turn to dust;
Turn and turn and turn we must!
I guess I`ll see you dancin` in the ruins tonight!
Dancin` in the ruins!
Guess I`ll see you dancin` in the ruins tonight!

There`s laughter where I used to see your tears.
It`s all done with mirrors, have no fears.
There`s nothing pure or sacred in our time.
The nights we spent together are no crime.
It doesn`t matter if we turn to dust;
Turn and turn and turn we must!
I guess I`ll see you dancin` in the ruins tonight!
Dancin` in the ruins!
Guess I`ll see you dancin` in the ruins tonight!

Like marble statues always flowing lay,
From castles built in silence, let us play.
Even though our skulls rot in our flesh.
We can build a laser, tear the mesh.
It doesn`t matter if we turn to dust;
Turn and turn and turn we must.
I guess I`ll see you dancin` in the ruins tonight!
Dancin` in the ruins!
Guess I`ll see you dancin` in the ruins tonight!
Dancin` in the ruins!
Guess I`ll see you dancin` in the ruins tonight!
Dancin` in the ruins!
Guess I`ll see you dancin` in the ruins tonight!
Dancin` in the ruins!


...nichts gegen leben aus ruinen - aber falls die wähler auf ihren stimmzetteln so weitermachen wie vergangene woche, kommt in diese ruinen nachher eines tages doch noch das einst geplante KdF-leben...

iguana

[CockneyRebel]

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Auch wenn ich die im Songtitel aufgestellte Behauptung überhaupt nicht so sehe - das Lied ist hübsch und lief heute morgen nach langer Zeit wieder einmal im Radio. Na denn...



Love Is A Battlefield

Pat Benatar


We are young, heartache to heartache we stand
No promises, no demands
Love is a battlefield
We are strong, no one can tell us we’re wrong
Searchin’ our hearts for so long, both of us knowing
Love is a battlefield

You’re beggin’ me to go, you’re makin’ me stay
Why do you hurt me so bad?
It would help me to know
Do I stand in your way, or am I the best thing you’ve had?
Believe me, believe me, I can’t tell you why
But I’m trapped by your love, and I’m chained to your side

We are young, heartache to heartache we stand
No promises, no demands
Love is a battlefield

We are strong, no one can tell us we’re wrong
Searchin’ our hearts for so long, both of us knowing
Love is a battlefield

We’re losing control
Will you turn me away or touch me deep inside?
And before this gets old, will it still feel the same?
There’s no way this will die
But if we get much closer, I could lose control
And if your heart surrenders, you’ll need me to hold

We are young, heartache to heartache we stand
No promises, no demands
Love is a battlefield

We are strong, no one can tell us we’re wrong
Searchin’ our hearts for so long, both of us knowing
Love is a battlefield

We are young, heartache to heartache we stand
No promises, no demands
Love is a battlefield

We are strong, no one can tell us we’re wrong
Searchin’ our hearts for so long, both of us knowing
Love is a battlefield

[Iguana]

@linea: das ist aber echt nicht schön von der begleitcombo... wirklich unhöflich, dass sie einfach vorne weg marschieren und nicht auf die lady warten bis sie soweit ist, wie es sich für gentlemen geziemt...

überhaupt "perfect timing" ist manchmal glücksache und zuviel temperament bei den akteuren kann interessante ergebnisse mit sich bringen. wenn wir mit "Downsized" im proberaum zur sache gegangen sind, hat sich unsere drummerin Sylvia manchmal so in begeisterung getrommelt, dass ein song den wir im 2.gang gestartet haben, auf einmal im 4.gang zu ende ging.
aber thats rock`n`roll...

apropos rock`n`roll - der mann, der mal als zukunft des selbigen apostrophiert wurde, bekannt als "The Boss", hat heute seinen 55. geburtstag gefeiert - happy birthday and rock on Bruce.

--------BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN---------


------------------------BORN TO RUN------------------------

In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway American dream
At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines
Sprung from cages out on highway 9,
Chrome wheeled, fuel injected
and steppin` out over the line
Baby this town rips the bones from your back
It`s a death trap, it`s a suicide rap
We gotta get out while we`re young
`Cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run

Wendy let me in I wanna be your friend
I want to guard your dreams and visions
Just wrap your legs `round these velvet rims
and strap your hands across my engines
Together we could break this trap
We`ll run till we drop, baby we`ll never go back
Will you walk with me out on the wire
`Cause baby I`m just a scared and lonely rider
But I gotta find out how it feels
I want to know if love is wild
girl I want to know if love is real

Beyond the Palace hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard
The girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors
And the boys try to look so hard
The amusement park rises bold and stark
Kids are huddled on the beach in a mist
I wanna die with you Wendy on the streets tonight
In an everlasting kiss

The highway`s jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive
Everybody`s out on the run tonight
but there`s no place left to hide
Together Wendy we`ll live with the sadness
I`ll love you with all the madness in my soul
Someday girl I don`t know when
we`re gonna get to that place
Where we really want to go
and we`ll walk in the sun
But till then tramps like us
baby we were born to run

[linea]

Ja Iguana,
es gibt schon gemeine Läufe....
Aber noch gemeiner ist es, wenn man meint, glorreich
das Stück bewältigt zu haben, um dann erstaunt
feststellen zu müssen, dass die CD-Begleit-Combo
bereits zum Schlussakkord ansetzt, während man selbst
noch drei Takte zu spielen hat....

.... dann heißt es wahrlich....

Its Too Late.................................................................
Carole King

Stayed in bed all morning just to pass the time
There`s something wrong here, there can be no denying
One of us is changing, or maybe we`ve stopped trying

And it`s too late, baby, now it`s too late
Though we really did try to make it
Something inside has died and I can`t hide
And I just can`t fake it

It used to be so easy living here with you
You were light and breezy and I knew just what to do
Now you look so unhappy, and I feel like a fool

And it`s too late, baby, now it`s too late
Though we really did try to make it
Something inside has died and I can`t hide
And I just can`t fake it

There`ll be good times again for me and you
But we just can`t stay together, don`t you feel it too
Still I`m glad for what we had, and how I once loved you

But it`s too late, baby, it`s too late
Though we really did try to make it
Something inside has died and I can`t hide
And I just can`t fake it

[Iguana]

jau linea, das kenn ich von der gitarre - bei manchen akkordwechseln brech ich mir echt die finger ab. zuletzt ist es mir bei "my funny valentine" so gegangen. da waren ein paar recht schräge parts dabei.
besonders vor songs die am piano geschrieben wurden und für gitarre etwas eigenartige wechsel haben, hüte ich mich meistens(z.b. Queens "We are the Champions). da ich ein bequemer hund bin, achte ich auf angenehme akkordfolgen, wenn ich selber songs schreibe. gerade habe ich wieder einen in der mache...
aber ich bin sicher du bekommst es mit dem sax hin, dass miss jones noch einen walzer übers parkett mit ihrem eleganten galan dreht...

...und mr. jones kauft sich eine graue gitarre und lässt die musik seines lebens sprechen...

--------------------------COUNTING CROWS--------------------------


-----------------------------MR.JONES-----------------------------

I was down at the New Amsterdam staring at this yellow-haired girl
Mr. Jones srikes up a coversation with this black-haired flamenco dancer
She dances while his father plays guitar
She`s suddenly beautiful
We all want something beautiful
I wish I was beautiful

So come dance this silence down through the morning
Cut up, Maria!
Show me some of them Spanish dances
Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones
Believe in me
Help me believe in anything
I want to be someone who believes

Mr. Jones and me tell each other fairy tales
Stare at the beautiful women
"She`s looking at you.
Ah no, no, she`s looking at me."
Smiling in the bright lights
Coming through in stereo
When everybody loves you, you can never be lonely

I will paint my picture
Paint myself in blue and red and black and gray
All of the beautiful colors are very, very meaningful
Gray is my favorite color
I felt so symbolic yesterday
If I knew Picasso
I would buy myself a gray guitar and play

Mr. Jones and me look into the future
Stare at the beautiful women
"She`s looking at you.
Uh, I don`t think so. She`s looking at me."
Standing the spotlight
I bought myself a gray guitar
When everybody loves me I will never be lonely

I want to be a lion
Everybody wants to pass as cats
We all want to be big, big stars, but we got different reasons for that
Believe in me, because I don`t believe in anything
And I want to be someone to believe

Mr. Jones and me stumbling through the barrio
Yeah we stare at the beautiful women
"She`s perfect for you, man, there`s got to be somebody for me."
I want to be Bob Dylan
Mr. Jones wishes he was someone just a little more funky
When everybody loves you, son, that`s just about as funky as you can be

Mr. Jones and me staring at the video
When I look at the televison I want to see me staring right back at me
We all want to be big stars, but we don`t know why and we don`t know how
But when everybody loves me
I`m going to be just about as happy as can be
Mr. Jones and me, we`re gonna be big stars...


iguana

[linea]

Also das Stück ist echt schwer für mich zu spielen....
die Passage von b zu gis , dann zu es ... dazu in einem
atemberaubendendem Tempo...
Und faszinierend ist auch, welchen Stücken
man durch Musik machen so begegnet-
und sie sind dann immer ganz anders und /oder neu....

[linea]

Wen man alles so wieder oder neu trifft,
wenn man (wieder mal) Musik macht
(Schön... ich möchte mein Sax nicht mehr missen)



Have You Met Miss Jones?
Robbie Williams
Written by Lorenz Hart and Richard Rodgers

Have you met Miss Jones
Someone said as we shook hands
She was just Miss Jones to me

Then I said Miss Jones

You`re a girl who understands
I`m a man who must be free.

And all at once I lost my breath
And all at once was scared to death
And all at once I own the earth and sky

Now I met Miss Jones
And well keep on meeting till we die
Miss Jones and I

And all at once I lost my breath
And all at once was scared to death
And all at once I own the earth and sky

Now I met Miss Jones
And well keep on meeting till we die
Miss Jones and I
Miss Jones and I

Miss Jones and I

[Iguana]

happy birthday Leo! hättest eigentlich einen eigenen geburtagsthread von lyta verdient gehabt...

...welch netter zufall... gestern poste ich von wegen - man sollte nicht abergläubisch sein und heute abend als ich mit rad auf dem heimweg bin rennt mir doch glatt eine schwarze katze knapp einen halben meter vor dem reifen über die straße. da denke ich nicht an schlechtes omen, sondern eher glück gehabt - und zwar beide die katze, dass sie keinen profilierten rücken bekommen habe und ich mich bei dem tempo nicht über sie lang gelegt habe.
verrückterweise lief mir dann vor der haustür noch eine weitere schwarze katze zwischen vorder- und hinterrad des gerade abgestellten teiles durch.

...aber auch Stevie schlägt da in die gleiche kerbe - bloss nicht abergläubisch werden, superstition ain`t the way...

-------------STEVIE WONDER-------------


--------------------SUPERSTITION--------------------

ery superstitious, writing`s on the wall
Very superstitious, ladders bout` to fall
Thirteen month old baby, broke the lookin` glass
Seven years of bad luck, the good things in your past

When you believe in things that you don`t understand
Then you suffer
Superstition ain`t the way

Very superstitious, wash your face and hands
Rid me of the problem, do all that you can
Keep me in a daydream, keep me goin` strong
You don`t wanna save me, sad is my song

When you believe in things that you don`t understand
Then you suffer
Superstition ain`t the way, yeh, yeh

Very superstitious, nothin` more to say
Very superstitious, the devil`s on his way
Thirteen month old baby, broke the lookin` glass
Seven years of bad luck, good things in your past

When you believe in things that you don`t understand
Then you suffer
Superstition ain`t the way, no, no, no


iguana

[CockneyRebel]

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Ja, Juno, die Zeit rennt... Ist doch eigentlich erst gestern gewesen, dass die Mädels in der Clique Rotz und Wasser heulten, wenn sie "ihren Melancholischen" hatten und Leonard Cohen auflegten (was alles nur noch schlimmer machte)...


Hey, That`s No Way To Say Goodbye

I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm,
your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm,
yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new,
in city and in forest they smiled like me and you,
but now it`s come to distances and both of us must try,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that`s no way to say goodbye.
I`m not looking for another as I wander in my time,
walk me to the corner, our steps will always rhyme
you know my love goes with you as your love stays with me,
it`s just the way it changes, like the shoreline and the sea,
but let`s not talk of love or chains and things we can`t untie,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that`s no way to say goodbye.

I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm,
your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm,
yes many loved before us, I know that we are not new,
in city and in forest they smiled like me and you,
but let`s not talk of love or chains and things we can`t untie,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that`s no way to say goodbye.


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[fixbutte]

Patti mal wieder



Patti Smith Group - Pissing In A River

Pissing in a river, watching it rise
Tattoo fingers shy away from me
Voices voices mesmerize
Voices voices beckoning sea
Come come come come back come back
Come back come back come back

Spoke of a wheel, tip of a spoon
Mouth of a cave, I`m a slave I`m free
When are you coming? Hope you come soon
Fingers, fingers encircling thee
Come come come come come come
Come come come come come come for me oh

My bowels are empty, excreting your soul
What more can I give you? Baby I don`t know
What more can I give you to make this thing grow?
Don`t turn your back now, I`m talking to you

Should I pursue a path so twisted?
Should I crawl defeated and gifted?
Should I go the length of a river
[The royal, the throne, the cry me a river]
Everything I`ve done, I`ve done for you
Oh I give my life for you
Every move I made I move to you
And I came like a magnet for you now

What about it, you`re gonna leave me
What about it, you don`t need me
What about it, I can`t live without you
What about it, I never doubted you
What about it? What about it?
What about it? What about it?

Should I pursue a path so twisted?
Should I crawl defeated and gifted?
Should I go the length of a river
[The royal, the throne, the cry me a river]
What about it, what about it, what about it?
Oh, I`m pissing in a river