Love The King Of Emotion - Songlyrics (Seite 2181)

[hawkhead]

Cockney - in dem 84er-Teil war ich auch - Olympiastadion München und grauslig - mein einziges Mal Dylan und mein letztes Mal Baez. "Forever Young" oder so war das dämliche Motto des Events.

[CockneyRebel]

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Hi fixbutte #1101,

danke für den Text. Ich habe ihn gerade zum erstenmal gelesen, obwohl ich das Lied natürlich immer wieder mal höre - das ist ja wirklich ein unverschlüsselter Dylan, wie man ihn sonst überhaupt nicht kennt... faszinierend, gerade von ihm, dem Meister jeglicher Zurückhaltung, so etwas zu lesen.

Eine interessante Konstellation habe ich 1984 in Offenbach gesehen: Da standen bei einem Open Air nacheinander Joan Baez und Bob Dylan auf der Bühne - das hatte einen gewissen Reiz... Ich habe mich immer gefragt, ob sie hinter der Bühne miteinander gesprochen haben oder nicht.

Witzig, das mit dem Chelsea Hotel...
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[fixbutte]

Hi folks
super, viel neuer Input
Danke besonders Missy für #1069 mit der dirty Textvariante von Hard Rain (obwohl ich das Original inzwischen auch sehr schätze). Meine persönliche Lieblingsphase von Bob Dylan ist gerade die Zeit von 1974 bis 1977 (Before the Flood, Blood on the Tracks, Desire, Hard Rain, Street Legal) vor seinem (vorübergehenden) Übertritt zum Christentum, obwohl auch noch auf Slow Train Coming (mit Mark Knopfler) musikalisch ein paar starke Sachen drauf waren. In diese Zeit fiel auch seine erste Deutschlandtournee (1977), wo ich ihn auf dem Zeppelinfeld in Nürnberg gesehen habe (Superkonzert, ca. 4 Stunden Dylan, u.a. mit Eric Clapton im Vorprogramm )

Von Desire war sicher dieses Stück das persönlichste (look out Cockney for Chelsea Hotel #168 )
Man kann den Schmerz des verlassenen Ehemanns auch noch beim Lesen des offenbar völlig unverschlüsselten Textes heraushören - und wenn er nichts anderes mehr geschrieben hätte, dafür liebte ich ihn

Sara...........................

I laid on a dune I looked at the sky
When the children were babies and played on the beach
You came up behind me, I saw you go by
You were always so close and still within reach.

Sara, Sara
Whatever made you want to change your mind
Sara, Sara
So easy to look at, so hard to define.

I can still see them playing with their pails in the sand
They run to the water their buckets to fill
I can still see the shells falling out of their hands
As they follow each other back up the hill.

Sara, Sara
Sweet virgin angel, sweet love of my life
Sara, Sara
Radiant jewel, mystical wife.

Sleeping in the woods by a fire in the night
Drinking white rum in a Portugal bar
Them playing leapfrog and hearing about Snow White
You in the marketplace in Savanna-la-Mar.

Sara, Sara
It`s all so clear, I could never forget
Sara, Sara
Loving you is the one thing I`ll never regret.

I can still hear the sounds of those Methodist bells
I`d taken the cure and had just gotten through
Staying up for day in the Chelsea Hotel
Writing `Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowlands` for you.

Sara, Sara
Wherever we travel we`re never apart
Sara, Sara
Beautiful lady, so dear to my heart.
How did I meet you I don`t know
A messenger sent me in a tropical storm
You were there in the winter, moonlight on the snow
And on Lily Pond Lane when the weather was warm.

Sara, Sara
Scorpio Sphinx in a calico dress
Sara, Sara
You must forgive me my unworthiness.

Now the beach is deserted except for some kelp
And a piece of an old ship that lies on the shore
You always responded when I needed your help
You gimme a map and a key to your door.

Sara, Sara
Glamorous nymph with an arrow and bow
Sara, Sara
Don`t ever leave me, don`t ever go.

[CockneyRebel]

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Und noch ein etwas ungewöhnlicher Song, den ich aber sehr mag... Für die lyrics gibt es einige wenige Quellen, die sich minimal unterscheiden; es ist also kein "offizieller" Text, sondern ein von jemandem nach Gehör niedergeschriebener.


MARY, MARY SO CONTRARY

Can

Mary, oh Mary, so quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
These silver bells and cockle shells
And pretty men all in our room,
When you see contrary Mary,
Told her eye, refuse to terry.
We spoke very soft and slow
Without your pretty men, Mary,
Standing in a row.
Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary.

Smoke a high cool cigarette,
Turn around and then we left,
Smiling as the way began to grow,
We got your pretty men all in a row.
Mary, Mary, so quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
These silver bells and cockle shells
And pretty men all in our room,
Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary,
Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary,
Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary,
Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary.
Went to see contrary Mary,
Told her eye, refuse to terry.
We spoke very soft and slow,
We got your pretty men standing in a row.
Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary,
Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary,
Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary,
Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary,
Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary,
Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary,
Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary,
Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary.


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[Sofakles]

starke Sammlung
und klasse die übersicht von fixbutte 1062
ich merk mich mal vor

[CockneyRebel]

Berries... Strawberries...Strawbs:

Einer meiner Lieblingssongs überhaupt -


Hero And Heroine

Hero`s face was gaunt and tanned
His sail was set in search of land
His life-raft, solely by him manned
Was guided by the tide
Heroine wore fleecy white
She beckoned like some saviour bright
Shipwrecked sailors in the night
Were bid welcome to her side.

Where one man`s search must surely cease
The irresistible white fleece
Led Hero in search of the peace
That she alone could offer
Thus he knelt before her feet
Wary lest their eyes should meet
He knew his life was incomplete
For he had yet to suffer.

Enticing Heroine, so calm
Took Hero firmly by the arm
Told him that she meant no harm
That she alone could save him
Hero could no longer speak
While realising he was weak
His life increasingly grew bleak
For all the love she gave to him.

While storm clouds gathered high above
The heroine he grew to love
Turned slowly to a snow white dove
And spread her wings to fly
Crushed and broken in the end
Hero watched his soul ascend
Knowing that he was condemned
To sail all alone to die.


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[hawkhead]

oh see those berries

[CockneyRebel]

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Touch ma Halle



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[hawkhead]

Well Cockney ... I just did it

[MissB.Hagen]

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Wieso sieht man eigentlich immer zu spät, dass man Mist gebaut hat?

Missy