tolle texte

[morten]

Uneingeschränkt zu empfehlen, wenn es um tolle Texte geht: Helge Timmerberg Allerdings sind das keine Songtexte, sondern Reisereportagen. Aber genial...

 

[Difool]

Jepp, einen Helge Timmerberg las ich letztens: Timmerbergs Reise-ABC.
...gute, nette Tipps darin.

 

[admartinator]

ad, du Banause!
Heiner Pudelko (leider schon tod) hatte blonde Haare bis zum Arsch und war eine ganze Zeit lang für mich ein Sangesgott.

Immerhin konnte ich es zeitlich einordnen und fand die Musik zudem noch klasse. Jetzt wo du's sagst, erinnere ich mich auch wieder daran, wie der aussah.

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[ziska]

Hey Danke an alle die hier ihre Texte reingestellt haben

Es geht übrigens nicht nur um Liebeslieder oder deutsche Lieder.. Thema und so ist egal.. Alles was euch irgendwie gefällt

 

[Difool]

Robert Smith:

Disintegration

Oh I miss the kiss of treachery
The shameless kiss of vanity
The soft and the black and the velvety
Up tight against the side of me
And mouth and eyes and heart all bleed
And run in thickening streams of greed
As bit by bit it starts the need
To just let go
My party piece

Oh I miss the kiss of treachery
The aching kiss before I feed
The stench of a love for a younger meat
And the sound that it makes
When it cuts in deep
The holding up on bended knees
The addiction of duplicities
As bit by bit it starts the need
To just let go
My party piece

But I never said I would stay to the end
So I leave you with babies and hoping for frequency
Screaming like this in the hope of the secrecy
Screaming me over and over and over
I leave you with photographs
Pictures of trickery
Stains on the carpet and
Stains on the scenery
Songs about happiness murmured in dreams
When we both us knew
How the ending would be...

So it's all come back round to breaking apart again
Breaking apart like I'm made up of glass again
Making it up behind my back again
Holding my breath for the fear of sleep again
Holding it up behind my head again
Cut in deep to the heart of the bone again
Round and round and round
And it's coming apart again
Over and over and over

Now that I know that I'm breaking to pieces
I'll pull out my heart
And I'll feed it to anyone
Crying for sympathy
Crocodiles cry for the love of the crowd
And the three cheers from everyone
Dropping through sky
Through the glass of the roof
Through the roof of your mouth
Through the mouth of your eye
Through the eye of the needle
It's easier for me to get closer to heaven
Than ever feel whole again

I never said I would stay to the end
I knew I would leave you with babies and everything
Screaming like this in the hole of sincerity
Screaming me over and over and over
I leave you with photographs
Pictures of trickery
Stains on the carpet and
Stains on the memory
Songs about happiness murmured in dreams
When we both of us knew
How the end always is

How the end always is...

 

[ana]

The Cool Web

Children are dumb to say how hot the day is,
How hot the scent is of the summer rose,
How dreadful the black wastes of evening sky,
How dreadful the tall soldiers d r u m ming by.


But we have speech, to chill the angry day,
And speech, to dull the rose’s cruel scent.
We spell away the overhanging night,
We spell away the soldiers and the fright.


There’s a cool web of language winds us in,
Retreat from too much joy or too much fear:
We grow sea-green at last and coldly die
In brininess and volubility.
But if we let our tongues lose self-possession,
Throwing off language and its watery clasp
Before our death, instead of when death comes,
Facing the wide glare of the children’s day,
Facing the rose, the dark sky and the drums,
We shall go mad no doubt and die that way.

R. Graves

 

[cube-leiherin]

Wolfgang Biermann
Brigitte

Ich ging zu dir
dein Bett war leer.
Ich wollte lesen.
und dachte an nichts.
Ich wollte ins Kino
und kannte den Film.
Ich ging in die Kneipe
und war allein.
Ich hatte Hunger
und trank zwei Spezi.
Ich wollte allein sein
und war zwischen Menschen.
Ich wollte atmen
und sah nicht den Ausgang.
Ich sah eine Frau
die ist öfters hier.
Ich sah einen Mann
der stierte ins Bier.
Ich sah zwei Hunde
die waren so frei.
Ich sah auch die Menschen
die lachten dabei.
Ich sah einen Mann
der fiel in den Schnee
er war besoffen
es tat ihm nicht weh.
Ich rannte vor Kälte
über das Eis
der Straßen zu dir
die all das nicht weiß.

 

[Difool]

Ein schöner, wenn nicht sogar schönste Evergreen...

Der Panther

Im Jardin des Plantes, Paris

Sein Blick ist vom Vorübergehn der Stäbe
so müd geworden, dass er nichts mehr hält.
Ihm ist, als ob es tausend Stäbe gäbe
und hinter tausend Stäben keine Welt.

Der weiche Gang geschmeidig starker Schritte,
der sich im allerkleinsten Kreise dreht,
ist wie ein Tanz von Kraft um eine Mitte,
in der betäubt ein grosser Wille steht.

Nur manchmal schiebt der Vorhang der Pupille
sich lautlos auf--. Dann geht ein Bild hinein,
geht durch der Glieder angespannte Stille--
und hört im Herzen auf zu sein.


From Neue Gedichte (1907)

 

[ilja]

undressed / lloyd cole (ja, hatte ich schon mal ...)

you look so good when you're depressed
better even in your current state of undress
tears caressing me like rain
and i'm not even thinking, i feel fine in your pain
the coolest thing i ever saw
you were sitting there smoking my cigarettes
you were naked on the bare stone floor
you looked at me to say don't guess
i was only watching, yes i love you more undressed
is it really such a sin?
should i feel some kind of shame?
will i truly go to hell?
oh you never lock the bathroom door
should i be embarrassed when i've seen a hundred times before
how do married couples cope
should i say excuse me darling, i don't know
we could disconnect the telephone
just sit around and mess around
and tell your ma we went to rome, tennessee
and i'm not even drinking, i feel fine, it's scary
is it really such a sin?
should i feel some kind of shame?
will i truly go to hell?
oh well
the coolest thing i ever saw
you were sitting there smoking my cigarettes
you were naked on the bare stone floor
you looked at me to say don't guess
i was only watching, is it bad that i should love you best
undressed

 

[ana]

A Pity, We Were Such A Good Invention

Yehuda Amichai




They amputated
Your thighs off my hips.
As far as I'm concerned
They are all surgeons. All of them.

They dismantled us
Each from the other.
As far as I'm concerned
They are all engineers. All of them.

A pity. We were such a good
And loving invention.
An aeroplane made from a man and wife.
Wings and everything.
We hovered a little above the earth.

We even flew a little.


Translated by Assia Gutmann

 

[Difool]

Mark E. Everett Der Herr mit Hund von meinem Avatar

Going to your Funeral Part I

going to your funeral now and feeling
i could scream
everything goes away
driving down the highway through the
perfect sunny dream
a perfect day for perfect pain
look at all the people with
the flowers in their hands
they put the flowers on the box
that's holding all the sand that was
that was once
that was once you

honolulu hurricane i knew
that you were not insane
living in the insane world
smiling like it's no big deal
scabby wounds that never heal
the woman was only a girl

look at all the people with
their heads down in their hands
when everything i'm feeling
makes it hard to understand
that, uh
what i need to miss
it's what i need to miss
is you

going to your funeral and
i'm feeling like a fool
no one's gonna take the blame
thinking 'bout the days of
hanging out behind the school
everything goes away

 

[TobyMac]

words & music : U2


there's been a lot of talk about this next song
this next song is not a rebel song
this song is sunday bloody sunday

i can't believe the news today
can't close my eyes and make it go away
how long how long must we sing this song
how long too long for too long

tonight we can be as one
tonight tonight tonight

broken bottles under children's feet
bodies strewn across the dead end streets
but i won't heed the battle call
it puts my back up puts my back up against the wall

sunday bloody sunday
sunday bloody sunday
let's roll

and the battle's just begun
this many lost and tell me who has won
the trench is dug within our hearts
mothers children brothers sisters torn apart

sunday bloody sunday
sunday bloody sunday

how long how long must we sing this song
how long too long for too long

tonight we can be as one
tonight tonight tonight

sunday bloody sunday
sunday bloody sunday
let's roll

anyone who wants more details on my agenda can find them online
the web address is not very imaginative but its easy to remember
thepartyparty.com

wipe the tears from your eyes
wipe your tears away
wipe your tears away
wipe your tears away
wipe your blood shot eyes

sunday bloody sunday
sunday bloody sunday
let's roll

and it's true we're not immune
when fact is fiction and tv reality
and today the millions cry
we eat and drink while tomorrow they die

sunday bloody sunday
sunday bloody sunday

 

[Ic3T]

Müde bin ich geh zur Ruh,
decke meinen Bierbauch zu.
Herrgott lass den Kater mein
morgen nicht so furchtbar sein.
Bitte gib mir wieder Durscht,
alles andre ist mir wurscht.

 

[Difool]

J. Mascis / Dinosaur Jr.

Not The Same

On this day where you're so messed it's clear
Can't explain the road you roam
Anyone who's been As I walk with you,
It chills me so
To hear you say it's gone the worse (...?...)
I cared Here I dreamed I always talked to you
You seem fine again, my sweet
Feels alright to me Is it right for you?
Flippin' out I try to call to you Til' you come to me
Tell me what to do

And I know it's not the same, there's no blam
-Still I bother you-

And you say it's not true, dear, it's mine to fear
-Follow along through-
Come alive I know you'll sing with me
I won't sing to you
It's not a thing I do
Has it been a different feel for you?

Wholesomeness was gone along
Or is it something new?
And I know it's not the same, there's no blame
-Still I bother you-
And you say it's not true, dear, it's mine to fear
-We won't coexist-
Any way you're not the same, it's the blame
-Follow along through-
It's a lingering that comes through me
Does it come to you?
Are we really through?
Any guy would do this thing for me
It's not much to ask Why can't you?
I'm not gonna say I've had my way
Miss your song tonight
What else can I do?
You promised so much, lied with every touch
I believed in you.
Follow along through.


Ba, baba...ba...klasse song!

 

[ilja]

this next song is not a rebel song
this song is sunday bloody sunday

ganz großes Kino – das waren Zeiten!

Ich erlaube mir in dem Zusammenhang einen liebgewonnenen Ausschnitt von den Schmidts zu zitieren:

The Smiths - Shakespeare's Sister
...
I thought that if you had
An acoustic guitar
Then it meant that you were
A Protest Singer
Oh, I can smile about it now
But at the time it was terrible
No, Mamma, let me go
No ...

 

[Ina]

Notwendige Fragen (Erich Fried)

Das Gewicht
der Angst
Die Länge und Breite
der Liebe
Die Farbe
der Sehnsucht
im Schatten
und in der Sonne

Wieviel Steine
geschluckt werden müsssen
als Strafe
für Glück
und wie tief
man graben muß
bis der Acker
Milch gibt und Honig

 

[Difool]

...und hier mein "Alltime-Favourit"...

Text: Stefan Stoppok


Wetterprophet

Entweder du hast es oder auch nicht
egal was dir irgendwer heut noch verspricht
er wird es nicht halten, wird sich nicht mal bemühen
und du darfst zuschaun wie die Wolken wegziehen
wie die Wolken wegziehen

Wir können diskutieren, wir können alles verstehen
wir können das ganze Theater hier sehen
das Theater des Westens, das Theater des Ostens
das Theater der Besten und das Drama des Ostens

Oh, ich kann dir nicht sagen
wohin es jetzt geht
und woher der Wind weht
ich bin kein Wetterprophet

Gib mir'n Hinweis, gib mir ne Spur
gib mir ne Fährte, eine einzige nur
ich schwör dir ich wär nicht der einzige hier
der bereit wär zu kämpfen, wenn er wüßte wofür
wenn er wüßte wofür

Doch der Krieg ist verlorn, das Biest ist besiegt
und der schwarze Kater da wo die Leiche jetzt liegt
die Leiche im Keller, der Mangel an Charme
wenn der Körper schon kalt ist, doch das Herz noch warm



Konzerttermine '04: *Solo-Tour*

 

[phive]

Ein Gedicht über das Pferdestehlen:
Ich sah ein Fohlen,
das hat mir befohlen,
ich sollte es holen,
drum hab ichs gestohlen,
und hab nun ein Fohlen.

Hab ich beim Wandern mal zusammengedichtet

 

[Amélie]

ja lebt denn der alte holzmichl noch?
ja er lebt noch!

 

[ziska]

Klar kannst Du Dich mal melden, halt nur nicht bei mir.
Und wer kann denn jetzt was wofür?
Zusammen eine Generation, denn was bleibt uns übrig?!
Ich weiss, dass ihr wisst, dass ich es weiss.
Keine Ahnung, ob das beweist, dass es irgendwann besser wird.
Arroganz als beste Waffe.

Aus: "Beste Waffe" von but alive..