Musik Was hört ihr gerade (Teil 11)

Herbstzeit ist Anna von Hausswolff-Zeit… die schwere der Musik wird nur noch vom Rotwein in meinem Glas übertroffen:
 
Herbstzeit ist Anna von Hausswolff-Zeit… die schwere der Musik wird nur noch vom Rotwein in meinem Glas übertroffen:
Nice unhappy churchorgan. :hehehe:

Hier eine Nummer zum Weiterführen des Gedankens:

Blue Oyster Cult – We Gotta Get Out Of This Place



In this dirty old part of the city
Where the sun refused to shine
People tell me there ain't no use in trying live

My little girl you're so young and pretty
One thing I know is true
You'll be dead before your time is through

See my daddy in bed, he's dying
You know his hair is turning gray
He's been working and slaving his life away

We gotta work
Work
We gotta work
Work, work, work, work …
 
@Ezekeel
Übrigens … mein aktueller Favourit von Album, den ich immer 2 bis 3 Mal im Auto repeate –
zuletzt auf einer ziemlich genialen Landstrassen-Strecke Richtung Bremen „Links der Weser“ …

Ghost – De Profundis Borealis



All the things that never gave you peace
Throwin' those, but keepin' these
All the rights that didn't undo wrongs
Put it back where it belongs

In a palace built of frozen tears
All life is gone
But between the walls of whispering frost
Secrets live on

Every time you feel the wind blow :love:
And a glow within you dies
When tomorrow comes, you will know
That the morning thaws the ice …
 
Frau von Hausswolff mit Onkel Osterberg, schöne Nummer…
 
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Ghost – De Profundis Borealis
für alle, die die skeletour verpasst haben - und es gab ja wenig live-footage, da handy-verbot - die Band hat im Rahmen der letzten Konzerte in Mexiko bekannt gegeben, dass diese mitgeschnitten wurden und veröffentlicht werden. Ob nochmal im Rahmen wie bei RHRN oder als einfacher Konzertfilm ist noch nicht raus. Mir egal, bin dabei… wie auch bei der hoffentlich bald angekündigten re-skeletour…

Obli:


Guckt euch genau die Augen der Ghule in dem Moment an, als Papa die Kazoo nimmt. Das nenne ich Selbstbeherrschung. Ich hätte schallend gelacht.
 
Blackwater Holylight, If you only knew
 
… wat mutt, dat mutt:
(… this Bassline is kickin' in!)

Talk Talk – Strike Up the Band :xsmile:



Driving in the back seat around the town
Listen to the lights, I want to see the sound
Of music playing in my head
I never heard a word you said
Oh oh oh
The beats are kicking in
Oh oh oh
Your ears don't hear a thing
Strike up the band
Looking for reaction without the crowd
Looking in the doors I get the run around
You never heard a word I said
I've seen this music in my head
Oh oh oh
The beats are kicking in
Oh oh oh
Your ears don't hear a thing
Strike up the band
You never heard a word I said
I've seen this music in my head
Oh oh oh
The beats are kicking in
Oh oh oh
Your ears don't hear a thing
Strike up the band …
 
Ui,...remastered ist das mal ein Genuss.....

 


This boxcar's been my home since St Antone
'Cause this ankle of mine I turned while hoppin' on
Shoots pain that feeds my dreams with luxuries
I see crystal chandeliers and burgundy
I can feel my mother's heartbeat from the track
It's the rhythm of a son that won't be back
Lord knows where my mind is takin' me
I see crystal chandeliers and burgundy
If that conductor only knew all the trouble I've been through
Just to be here on this train once again
Freedom of a hobo ain't so bad you can dream of all the wealth you might've had
I guess livin' on this train is gettin' to me I see crystal chandeliers and burgundy
If that conductor only knew all the trouble I've been through
Just to be here on this train once again
If there's nothing in this world I've gotta do
But to ride these rails of steel my whole life through
Then take away these visions that I see of crystal chandeliers and burgundy
Of crystal chandeliers and burgundy
 
Klingt bissi we ne Drohung,:crack: ich mag's aber. Heimweh nach vergangenen Zeiten, in meinem Kopf dreht sich eine Discokugel, yeahhh ... :dance2:
 


Are you going away with no word of farewell?
Will there be not a trace left behind?
Well, I could have loved you better
Didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind
 
The Chicks



Two days past eighteen
He was waiting for the bus in his army green
Sat down in a booth in a cafe there
Gave his order to a girl with a bow in her hair
He's a little shy so she give him a smile
So he said would you mind sittin' down for a while
And talking to me, I'm feeling a little low
She said I'm off in an hour and I know where we can go
So they went down and they sat on the pier
He said I bet you got a boyfriend but I don't care
I got no one to send a letter to
Would you mind if I sent one back here to you
I cried
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
Too young for him they told her
Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier
Our love will never end
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
Never more to be alone when the letter says
A soldier's coming home
So the letters came from an army camp
In California then Vietnam
And he told her of his heart
It might be love and all of the things he was so scared of
He said when it's getting kinda rough over here
I think of that day sittin' down at the pier
And I close my eyes and see your pretty smile
Don't worry but I won't be able to write for a while
I cried
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
Too young for him they told her
Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier
Our love will never end
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
Never more to be alone when the letter says
A soldier's coming home
One Friday night at a football game
The Lord's Prayer said and the anthem sang
A man said folks would you bow your head
For the list of local Vietnam dead
Crying all alone under the stands
Was the piccolo player in the marching band
And one name read and nobody really cared
But a pretty little girl with a bow in her hair
I cried
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
Too young for him they told her
Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier
Our love will never end
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
Never more to be alone when the letter says
A soldier's coming home
I cried
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
Too young for him they told her
Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier
Our love will never end
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
Never more to be alone when the letter says
A soldier's coming home
 
Motown, das Ambiente ... herrlich :augen: :hehehe:


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