TheGunslinger
Deaf Dealer
Ich mochte es immer sehr, wie Martin Walkyier bei Skyclad mit Metaphern gespielt und generell sehr verschachtelte Texte geschrieben hat. Das und sein charismatisches Lispeln fehlen mir bei denen wirklich sehr. 
Die besten Lyrics
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Hansenfaxe
Till Deaf Do Us Part
Eine Band, die meiner Meinung nach fast durchweg hochwertige Texte hat ist My Dying Bride. Aaron schreibt dabei so gut, dass die Symbiose aus Musik, Text und Gesang hervorragend funktioniert.
hackiausbruch
Till Deaf Do Us Part
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Analogue Rogue
Deaf Dealer
ODIN - The Writer
people in the streets
their hands clenched in fists
freedom fighters of the land
fear no bloodshed, feel no pain
they know who are the good and bad
little trolls who say war is peace
contradict the intellect
speak out loud, speak out proud
it is you they want to forget
I am the one - they are a mob
I am an independent soul
they are a group of cold-blooded lives
you know I am
I'm the writer!
some like to march, and some like to preach
some like to grind it in your brain
some speak with guns, and some through their teeth
but I've got the paper and pen
thoughts in ink, I dwell on my pad
won't you read my point of view
if you don't buy it, go to the riot
but I'll stay safe at what I do
I am the one - they are a mob
I am an independent soul
they are a group of cold-blooded lives
you know I am
I'm the writer!
The writer is coming for you
the writer is gonna get you.
people in the streets
their hands clenched in fists
freedom fighters of the land
fear no bloodshed, feel no pain
they know who are the good and bad
little trolls who say war is peace
contradict the intellect
speak out loud, speak out proud
it is you they want to forget
I am the one - they are a mob
I am an independent soul
they are a group of cold-blooded lives
you know I am
I'm the writer!
some like to march, and some like to preach
some like to grind it in your brain
some speak with guns, and some through their teeth
but I've got the paper and pen
thoughts in ink, I dwell on my pad
won't you read my point of view
if you don't buy it, go to the riot
but I'll stay safe at what I do
I am the one - they are a mob
I am an independent soul
they are a group of cold-blooded lives
you know I am
I'm the writer!
The writer is coming for you
the writer is gonna get you.
G0ri
Till Deaf Do Us Part
Das gehört ja mal sowas von hier rein!
As gold turns into brown, the autumn of an era
Our clarion Harps fall silent – Twelve Stars are stained in blood
The graves of Mare Nostrum, Mother Europe trembling
And nameless ghosts of guilt haunt sanctuaries forlorn
ATLANTEAN KODEX - The Course Of Empire (All Thrones in Earth and Heaven)
Link: https://atlanteankodex-vanrecords.b...rse-of-empire-all-thrones-in-earth-and-heaven
As gold turns into brown, the autumn of an era
Our clarion Harps fall silent – Twelve Stars are stained in blood
The graves of Mare Nostrum, Mother Europe trembling
And nameless ghosts of guilt haunt sanctuaries forlorn
ATLANTEAN KODEX - The Course Of Empire (All Thrones in Earth and Heaven)
As gold turns into brown, the autumn of an era
Our clarion Harps fall silent – Twelve Stars are stained in blood
The graves of Mare Nostrum, Mother Europe trembling
And nameless ghosts of guilt haunt sanctuaries forlorn
In this era of confusion tradition’s saferope is cut
All thrones in earth and heaven – devoured by Mammon’s wrath
An old enemy stirs discord. dark rumours from the frontlines
False prophets spread his gospel, evoking Empire’s end
Empires rise, empires fall.
Conquering kings sleep in timeless halls
Freedom and Glory, corruption at last.
Ever westward the course of empire takes its eternal way
And how shall we comfort ourselves – the murderers of all murderers?The noble, true and holy – we bled it with our knives
Who’ll wipe this blood off our hands now? Which Arthur will rise to defend us? No sacred king can lead us, as nothing sacred’s left alive
And now our future’s over, secular void unfolds
Arcadian memories haunt us as discord’s taking hold
The lands beneath the evening, in fire, blood and hate
The drums of pictdom summon us back to the savage state
Empires rise, empires fall, conquering kings, the White Goddess calls Freedom and Glory, desolation at last.
Ever westward the course of empire takes its eternal way
Empires rise and Empires fall – the moral of all human tales
Cities shall crumble and all towers will break under the triumphant fist of time
Yet from the ruins a flower will spring, the laurel wreath of future kings Titans march onward in perpetual strife, new kingdoms arise in their wake
Empires rise and Empires fall, the moral of all human tales Titans march onward in perpetual strife, new kingdoms arise in their wake
Children of Europe, Daughters of Eden, defiant, unbroken and free
Raise proudly the torch of Enlightenment’s triumph
The great wars are yet to come
Our clarion Harps fall silent – Twelve Stars are stained in blood
The graves of Mare Nostrum, Mother Europe trembling
And nameless ghosts of guilt haunt sanctuaries forlorn
In this era of confusion tradition’s saferope is cut
All thrones in earth and heaven – devoured by Mammon’s wrath
An old enemy stirs discord. dark rumours from the frontlines
False prophets spread his gospel, evoking Empire’s end
Empires rise, empires fall.
Conquering kings sleep in timeless halls
Freedom and Glory, corruption at last.
Ever westward the course of empire takes its eternal way
And how shall we comfort ourselves – the murderers of all murderers?The noble, true and holy – we bled it with our knives
Who’ll wipe this blood off our hands now? Which Arthur will rise to defend us? No sacred king can lead us, as nothing sacred’s left alive
And now our future’s over, secular void unfolds
Arcadian memories haunt us as discord’s taking hold
The lands beneath the evening, in fire, blood and hate
The drums of pictdom summon us back to the savage state
Empires rise, empires fall, conquering kings, the White Goddess calls Freedom and Glory, desolation at last.
Ever westward the course of empire takes its eternal way
Empires rise and Empires fall – the moral of all human tales
Cities shall crumble and all towers will break under the triumphant fist of time
Yet from the ruins a flower will spring, the laurel wreath of future kings Titans march onward in perpetual strife, new kingdoms arise in their wake
Empires rise and Empires fall, the moral of all human tales Titans march onward in perpetual strife, new kingdoms arise in their wake
Children of Europe, Daughters of Eden, defiant, unbroken and free
Raise proudly the torch of Enlightenment’s triumph
The great wars are yet to come
Link: https://atlanteankodex-vanrecords.b...rse-of-empire-all-thrones-in-earth-and-heaven
G0ri
Till Deaf Do Us Part
Gänsehaut und Tränen!
As I close my eyes I fade away
I hear voices say, remnants of yesterday, all fades away
When the darkness comes, in the light of day
And it's always near, wish I could wish it away, I fade away
As I lay me down, I fade away
How we learn to trust, how we learn trust betrays, I fade away
As I open my eyes I look away
How we learn in love sometimes our love can stray, blue turns to gray
As I close my eyes I can hear the rain
All the things they say, heavy your words can weigh, I fade away
ARCH / MATHEOS - Never In Your Hands
Link: https://archmatheos.bandcamp.com/track/never-in-your-hands
As I close my eyes I fade away
I hear voices say, remnants of yesterday, all fades away
When the darkness comes, in the light of day
And it's always near, wish I could wish it away, I fade away
As I lay me down, I fade away
How we learn to trust, how we learn trust betrays, I fade away
As I open my eyes I look away
How we learn in love sometimes our love can stray, blue turns to gray
As I close my eyes I can hear the rain
All the things they say, heavy your words can weigh, I fade away
ARCH / MATHEOS - Never In Your Hands
Dancing in the still fo winter
The May Queen prays for sun
Writes upon her dead horse carousel
A diary of sorrows
And it seems a stranglehold on her yesterday
Is slipping away
The allure of all that shimmers on
Sparks a tinder's dying flames
Her bated breath obscures the view
Through windows to a garden
Being tended to by sparrows
Perched upon the wither
Pleading with rain gods
To come wash her sins away
She thought she'd never make it back again
This storm is dying
And if you find that songbird in your heart
Seems strangely silent
The sun of all you'll ever
Means all was never in your hands
There's a tattered man with a guitar in his hand
That gently weeps from his dying soul
Drifters pay no mind and pass by
Like shadows of the crows
Missionary, sanctuary
Testifies with borrows words
Singing haunting melodies
But no one's listening anymore
This crow knows when to fly away
From places nothing ever grows
In his dreams awaits a lady
Of the sparrows
Losing your way home
The quicksand it pulls you under
You thought you'd never make it back again
Here you stand to wonder
And if you find that songbird in your heart
Seems strangely silent
The sum of all you'll ever be
Was never in your hands
Tell me why must you bring what I can't bear
What I can't hold, what I can't carry?
Why should I bow before a man
With his blood on my hands?
We are what we are, what we always were
What we will always be
Beyond what we hold in our hands
Is just endless surrender
As I close my eyes I fade away
I hear voices say, remnants of yesterday, all fades away
When the darkness comes, in the light of day
And it's always near, wish I could wish it away, I fade away
As I lay me down, I fade away
How we learn to trust, how we learn trust betrays, I fade away
As I open my eyes I look away
How we learn in love sometimes our love can stray, blue turns to gray
As I close my eyes I can hear the rain
All the things they say, heavy your words can weigh, I fade away
And how soon we forget the blessed lives we're given
And how late we regret the lies we're living
The sins of those before you
Winds of change, the wrath of another
Waves of you in still waters
In your hand, sometimes never
And if you find that songbird in your heart
Alive with rapture
The sum of all of your years
All was never in your hands
Never in your hands my friend
It was never ever in your hands
The May Queen prays for sun
Writes upon her dead horse carousel
A diary of sorrows
And it seems a stranglehold on her yesterday
Is slipping away
The allure of all that shimmers on
Sparks a tinder's dying flames
Her bated breath obscures the view
Through windows to a garden
Being tended to by sparrows
Perched upon the wither
Pleading with rain gods
To come wash her sins away
She thought she'd never make it back again
This storm is dying
And if you find that songbird in your heart
Seems strangely silent
The sun of all you'll ever
Means all was never in your hands
There's a tattered man with a guitar in his hand
That gently weeps from his dying soul
Drifters pay no mind and pass by
Like shadows of the crows
Missionary, sanctuary
Testifies with borrows words
Singing haunting melodies
But no one's listening anymore
This crow knows when to fly away
From places nothing ever grows
In his dreams awaits a lady
Of the sparrows
Losing your way home
The quicksand it pulls you under
You thought you'd never make it back again
Here you stand to wonder
And if you find that songbird in your heart
Seems strangely silent
The sum of all you'll ever be
Was never in your hands
Tell me why must you bring what I can't bear
What I can't hold, what I can't carry?
Why should I bow before a man
With his blood on my hands?
We are what we are, what we always were
What we will always be
Beyond what we hold in our hands
Is just endless surrender
As I close my eyes I fade away
I hear voices say, remnants of yesterday, all fades away
When the darkness comes, in the light of day
And it's always near, wish I could wish it away, I fade away
As I lay me down, I fade away
How we learn to trust, how we learn trust betrays, I fade away
As I open my eyes I look away
How we learn in love sometimes our love can stray, blue turns to gray
As I close my eyes I can hear the rain
All the things they say, heavy your words can weigh, I fade away
And how soon we forget the blessed lives we're given
And how late we regret the lies we're living
The sins of those before you
Winds of change, the wrath of another
Waves of you in still waters
In your hand, sometimes never
And if you find that songbird in your heart
Alive with rapture
The sum of all of your years
All was never in your hands
Never in your hands my friend
It was never ever in your hands
Link: https://archmatheos.bandcamp.com/track/never-in-your-hands
Braveheart
Deaf Dealer
Orgasmatron. Lyrisch und zugleich brachial. Vor allem die Strophe über den Krieg ist so geil formuliert.
I march before a martyred world
An army for the fight
I speak of great heroic days
Of victory and might
I hold a banner drenched in blood
I urge you to be brave
I lead you to your destiny
I lead you to your grave
Your bones will build my palaces
Your eyes will stud my crown
For I am Mars, the God of War
And I will cut you down
I march before a martyred world
An army for the fight
I speak of great heroic days
Of victory and might
I hold a banner drenched in blood
I urge you to be brave
I lead you to your destiny
I lead you to your grave
Your bones will build my palaces
Your eyes will stud my crown
For I am Mars, the God of War
And I will cut you down
Gordon Shumway
Till Deaf Do Us Part
Große Kunst! Textlich noch stärker finde ich aber "March ör Die".
T
tobi flintstone
Guest
Schau auf Seite 1 des Threads, sweety-pie.
Gordon Shumway
Till Deaf Do Us Part
Jetzt trau' ich mich nicht.
T
tobi flintstone
Guest
St. Barbara
Till Deaf Do Us Part
Die besten Texte? Bob Dylan.
D
deleted_4584
Guest
Ich schmeiße mal Bosse-de-Nage in die Runde.
drmedmabuse
Till Deaf Do Us Part
Tori Amos-Me and a gun
Five a.m. Friday morning Thursday night far from sleep
I'm still up and driving can't go home obviously
So I'll just change direction cause they'll soon know where I live
And I want to live
Got a full tank and some chips
It was me
And a gun
And a man
On my back
And I sang "Holly Holy" as he buttoned down his pants
You can laugh
It's kind of funny
Things you think
Times like these
Like I haven't seen Barbados so I must get out of this
Yes I wore a slinky red thing
Does that mean I should spread for you, your friends
Your father, Mr. Ed
It was me
And a gun
And a man
On my back
But I haven't seen Barbados so I must get out of this
And I know what this means
Me and Jesus a few years back used to hang
And he said "It's your choice babe just remember
I don't think you'll be back in three days time so you choose well"
Tell me what's right
Is it my right to be on my stomach of Fred's Seville
It was me
And a gun
And a man
On my back
But I haven't seen Barbados so I must get out of this
And do you know Carolina
Where the biscuits are soft and sweet
These things go through your head when there's a man on your back
And you're pushed flat on your stomach it's not a classic Cadillac
It was me
And a gun
And a man
On my back
But I haven't seen Barbados so I must get out of this
I haven't seen Barbados so I must get out of this
Ich mag Tori Amos sehr gerne, sowohl musikalisch, als auch lyrisch. Sie hat eine ganz spezielle Art, Texte in Metaphern zu verpacken. Dieser spezielle Text jedoch behandelt ihre Vergewaltigung mit Anfang 20 und führt einem das Grauen und die Abgründigkeit einer solchen Tat eindringlich vor Augen. Verursacht einen ganz dicken Kloß im Hals, weil sie auch komplett auf Instrumentierung verzichtet.
Five a.m. Friday morning Thursday night far from sleep
I'm still up and driving can't go home obviously
So I'll just change direction cause they'll soon know where I live
And I want to live
Got a full tank and some chips
It was me
And a gun
And a man
On my back
And I sang "Holly Holy" as he buttoned down his pants
You can laugh
It's kind of funny
Things you think
Times like these
Like I haven't seen Barbados so I must get out of this
Yes I wore a slinky red thing
Does that mean I should spread for you, your friends
Your father, Mr. Ed
It was me
And a gun
And a man
On my back
But I haven't seen Barbados so I must get out of this
And I know what this means
Me and Jesus a few years back used to hang
And he said "It's your choice babe just remember
I don't think you'll be back in three days time so you choose well"
Tell me what's right
Is it my right to be on my stomach of Fred's Seville
It was me
And a gun
And a man
On my back
But I haven't seen Barbados so I must get out of this
And do you know Carolina
Where the biscuits are soft and sweet
These things go through your head when there's a man on your back
And you're pushed flat on your stomach it's not a classic Cadillac
It was me
And a gun
And a man
On my back
But I haven't seen Barbados so I must get out of this
I haven't seen Barbados so I must get out of this
Ich mag Tori Amos sehr gerne, sowohl musikalisch, als auch lyrisch. Sie hat eine ganz spezielle Art, Texte in Metaphern zu verpacken. Dieser spezielle Text jedoch behandelt ihre Vergewaltigung mit Anfang 20 und führt einem das Grauen und die Abgründigkeit einer solchen Tat eindringlich vor Augen. Verursacht einen ganz dicken Kloß im Hals, weil sie auch komplett auf Instrumentierung verzichtet.
Necrofiend
Till Deaf Do Us Part
"Sorrow and solitude
These are the precious things
And the only words
That are worth rememberin'"
(Townes van Zandt)
"Happiness I cannot feel
And love to me is so unreal"
(Black Sabbath)
"The town would watch us drown in love, so pretty
'Cause what could be a better way to die"
(Lera Lynn)
"Life's a game I cannot win"
(Type O Negative)
"Bought or homemade booze, don't really mind
Cause you're still able to drink even if you're blind
To see double or nothing is what I choose
As long as I can feel the taste of booze"
(Gehennah)
"I am them."
(Emperor)
"Woman will never know or understand
The power men feel to kill with their hands"
(Carnivore>)
"Open thy cunt"
(Bestial Mockery)
"She's only fifteen
She's the reason-the reason that I can't sleep
You say illegal
I say legal's never been my scene"
(Mötley Crüe)
"I am the one, Orgasmatron, the outstretched grasping hand
My image is of agony, my servants rape the land
Obsequious and arrogant, clandestine and vain
Two thousand years of misery, of torture in my name
Hypocrisy made paramount, paranoia the law
My name is called religion, sadistic, sacred whore.
I twist the truth, I rule the world, my crown is called deceit
I am the emperor of lies, you grovel at my feet
I rob you and I slaughter you, your downfall is my gain
And still you play the sycophant and revel in your pain
And all my promises are lies, all my love is hate
I am the politician, and I decide your fate
I march before a martyred world, an army for the fight
I speak of great heroic days, of victory and might
I hold a banner drenched in blood, I urge you to be brave
I lead you to your destiny, I lead you to your grave
Your bones will build my palaces, your eyes will stud my crown
For I am Mars, the god of war, and I will cut you down."
(Motörhead)
"Pass the bottle, pass the knife"
(Darktrone)
"King Alcohol, Lord I am your slave"
(Bäd Influence)
These are the precious things
And the only words
That are worth rememberin'"
(Townes van Zandt)
"Happiness I cannot feel
And love to me is so unreal"
(Black Sabbath)
"The town would watch us drown in love, so pretty
'Cause what could be a better way to die"
(Lera Lynn)
"Life's a game I cannot win"
(Type O Negative)
"Bought or homemade booze, don't really mind
Cause you're still able to drink even if you're blind
To see double or nothing is what I choose
As long as I can feel the taste of booze"
(Gehennah)
"I am them."
(Emperor)
"Woman will never know or understand
The power men feel to kill with their hands"
(Carnivore>)
"Open thy cunt"
(Bestial Mockery)
"She's only fifteen
She's the reason-the reason that I can't sleep
You say illegal
I say legal's never been my scene"
(Mötley Crüe)
"I am the one, Orgasmatron, the outstretched grasping hand
My image is of agony, my servants rape the land
Obsequious and arrogant, clandestine and vain
Two thousand years of misery, of torture in my name
Hypocrisy made paramount, paranoia the law
My name is called religion, sadistic, sacred whore.
I twist the truth, I rule the world, my crown is called deceit
I am the emperor of lies, you grovel at my feet
I rob you and I slaughter you, your downfall is my gain
And still you play the sycophant and revel in your pain
And all my promises are lies, all my love is hate
I am the politician, and I decide your fate
I march before a martyred world, an army for the fight
I speak of great heroic days, of victory and might
I hold a banner drenched in blood, I urge you to be brave
I lead you to your destiny, I lead you to your grave
Your bones will build my palaces, your eyes will stud my crown
For I am Mars, the god of war, and I will cut you down."
(Motörhead)
"Pass the bottle, pass the knife"
(Darktrone)
"King Alcohol, Lord I am your slave"
(Bäd Influence)
PerfectGentlemen
Deaf Dealer
FÄULNIS 30. Juli, bewölkt
Das alte Haus ist menschenleer
Der Kopf ist voll
Die Seele leer
Es ist Kalt
Ich bin krank
Mein Körper tot
Willkommen zu Hause
Ich sehe aus dem Fenster
Und sehe nichts, was mir gefällt
Mit einer Flasche Kotze
Laufe ich immer weiter
Egal wohin...
Verschwinde
Wenn du nicht mehr kannst
Hau doch ab
Wer hält Dich auf?
Das alte Haus ist menschenleer
Der Kopf ist voll
Die Seele leer
Es ist Kalt
Ich bin krank
Mein Körper tot
Willkommen zu Hause
Ich sehe aus dem Fenster
Und sehe nichts, was mir gefällt
Mit einer Flasche Kotze
Laufe ich immer weiter
Egal wohin...
Verschwinde
Wenn du nicht mehr kannst
Hau doch ab
Wer hält Dich auf?
The Metallian
Till Deaf Do Us Part
Mein Nr. 1 Liebeskummer-Song überhaupt
(falls hier noch nicht erwähnt, es ist spät und ich habe keine Zeit, alles zu lesen)
Motörhead - I Don't Believe a Word
Don't talk to me, I don't believe a word
Don't try to make me feel alright
All the love in all the world
Is not enough to save my soul tonight
Don't be my friend, I'm not a fool
Don't talk of things that we cannot see
When all the ones that sing the blues
Sometimes I think of how it used to be
I have seen the Devil laugh
I have seen God turn His face away
I have nothing left to lose
I have nothing left to say
I have seen the sky turn black
I have seen the seas run dry
I have nothing that is yours
I have nothing now that is not mine
Don't look at me, your eyes are cold and hard
Don't wonder that I turn to you
All the grief in all the world
Is not enough to make me comfort you
Don't tell me lies, I'm not a dog
Don't talk of love, it seems to me
All the people that we rob
Sometimes I think of how they used me
I have seen the fires of Hell
I have seen Angels with flaming swords
I have nothing that is mine
That I have much that could be yours
I have seen the eye of God (Silence)
I have heard lies that are true (Don't believe a word)
I have nothing for myself (Silence)
I have nothing I would give to you (Don't believe a word)
Don't say that word, I know it's only fools
Who do not know their fate is just
All the justice in the world
Is not enough to buy my faith and trust
Don't make that face, I won't be pleased
Don't make a sideshow of yourself
All the people we released
Sometimes I think you're someone else
I have been where none have been (Silence)
In the empty howling rooms (Don't believe a word)
I have everything I need (Silence)
I have everything you stand to lose
I have seen the diamond worlds (Silence)
I have seen the shape of space (Don't believe a word)
I have nothing but the world (Silence)
I have nothing to take its place (Don't believe a word)
I don't believe a word
I don't believe a word
I don't believe a word
I don't believe a word, I don't believe a word
I don't believe a word
I don't believe a word
(falls hier noch nicht erwähnt, es ist spät und ich habe keine Zeit, alles zu lesen)
Motörhead - I Don't Believe a Word
Don't talk to me, I don't believe a word
Don't try to make me feel alright
All the love in all the world
Is not enough to save my soul tonight
Don't be my friend, I'm not a fool
Don't talk of things that we cannot see
When all the ones that sing the blues
Sometimes I think of how it used to be
I have seen the Devil laugh
I have seen God turn His face away
I have nothing left to lose
I have nothing left to say
I have seen the sky turn black
I have seen the seas run dry
I have nothing that is yours
I have nothing now that is not mine
Don't look at me, your eyes are cold and hard
Don't wonder that I turn to you
All the grief in all the world
Is not enough to make me comfort you
Don't tell me lies, I'm not a dog
Don't talk of love, it seems to me
All the people that we rob
Sometimes I think of how they used me
I have seen the fires of Hell
I have seen Angels with flaming swords
I have nothing that is mine
That I have much that could be yours
I have seen the eye of God (Silence)
I have heard lies that are true (Don't believe a word)
I have nothing for myself (Silence)
I have nothing I would give to you (Don't believe a word)
Don't say that word, I know it's only fools
Who do not know their fate is just
All the justice in the world
Is not enough to buy my faith and trust
Don't make that face, I won't be pleased
Don't make a sideshow of yourself
All the people we released
Sometimes I think you're someone else
I have been where none have been (Silence)
In the empty howling rooms (Don't believe a word)
I have everything I need (Silence)
I have everything you stand to lose
I have seen the diamond worlds (Silence)
I have seen the shape of space (Don't believe a word)
I have nothing but the world (Silence)
I have nothing to take its place (Don't believe a word)
I don't believe a word
I don't believe a word
I don't believe a word
I don't believe a word, I don't believe a word
I don't believe a word
I don't believe a word
progge
Deaf Dealer
"A Trace Of Blood" von Pain of Salvation. Eine relativ unlyrische und direkte Aufarbeitung einer Fehlgeburt, bei deren Lesen ich vor einer Weile heulen musste, was sicher auch damit zusammenhängt, dass man als Elternteil sowas emotional involvierter hört. Als die "Remedy Lane" damals rauskam, hat der Text mich zumindest nicht so umgehauen wie heute.
Then a cry and rivers of blood
Flow so sadly bringing you
Our dreams pour into a cold tray
Two young souls in misery
Missing you
"Es kotzt mich an" von Knorkator. Wie der Text völlig nachvollziehbare Situationen des Alltagsärgers in eine Wutorgie verwandelt, diese aber durch die strenge Metrik und die brillant-infantilen Scheiße-Bezüge gleich wieder dekonstruiert, ist kunstfertig; trifft natürlich generell auf Vieles bei der Band zu.
Es kotzt mich an, wenn ich im Auto zu dicht
An der Ampel steh
Und meinen Kopf nach unten biegen muß
Damit ich etwas seh
"The Sexuality of Bereavement" von My Dying Bride. Eine poetische, amoralische Fantasie, die - in meiner Lesart - auf eine verklärtere Weise das andeutet (ohne es am Ende auszuführen), was vor einigen Wochen Lindemann mit "Wenn du schläfst" ins Feulliton hievte.
In soothe I lend a gracious ear
Your sobbing, somehow sexual
Come to my bosom. The help I bring
Is all my pleasure you lonely, dear thing
Und fernab von Metal Sven Regeners melancholische Kneipentexte bei Element of Crime, zumindest bis "Romantik", dann lief es sich etwas tot. Bsp. "Seit der Himmel".
Ich hör' das Rascheln jedes Baums
Der sich in meine Sonne schiebt
Und drohe ihm die Säge an
Wenn er nicht bald mal etwas Nettes sagen kann
Zum Beispiel, dass ein Haar von dir
Stärker ist als ein Seil aus Hanf
Und schwerer wiegt als zwanzig Bier
Das würd' ich gern beweisen, hätt' ich eines hier
Generell lese ich am liebsten Texte, bei denen eher formale Elemente wie Sprachmelodie und Metaphorik ausgereift sind als dass einen die Weltbezüge anspringen. Wenn ich Inhalte will, schaue ich in eher in eine Monographie als ein Booklet. Die Texte, die Lyle Steadham für Solitude Aeturnus geschrieben hat; oder Nick Orlando bei Evoken; Lunar Aurora um 2000 herum; ... - da sind fantastische Sachen dabei.
Hängt von der Band ab. Das o.g. Album von P.O.S. ist für mich ohne die Texte ebenso undenkbar wie z.B. die "Dreaming Neon Black" von Nevermore, weil die Verknüpfung von Musik und Texten so gut gemacht ist.
Aber im extremen Sektor ist es dann oft nur Beiwerk. Im DM sind viele Texte einfach beschissen. Und die Muse, Lovecraft und irgendwelche okkulten Geheimschriften aus dem 19. Jh. nachzuschlagen, um diverse BM-Texte zu verstehen, fehlt mir i.d.R., wobei ich einen spirituellen Überbau generell aber in dem Sektor passend und stimmig finde, auch ohne Verständnis der Details.
Then a cry and rivers of blood
Flow so sadly bringing you
Our dreams pour into a cold tray
Two young souls in misery
Missing you
"Es kotzt mich an" von Knorkator. Wie der Text völlig nachvollziehbare Situationen des Alltagsärgers in eine Wutorgie verwandelt, diese aber durch die strenge Metrik und die brillant-infantilen Scheiße-Bezüge gleich wieder dekonstruiert, ist kunstfertig; trifft natürlich generell auf Vieles bei der Band zu.
Es kotzt mich an, wenn ich im Auto zu dicht
An der Ampel steh
Und meinen Kopf nach unten biegen muß
Damit ich etwas seh
"The Sexuality of Bereavement" von My Dying Bride. Eine poetische, amoralische Fantasie, die - in meiner Lesart - auf eine verklärtere Weise das andeutet (ohne es am Ende auszuführen), was vor einigen Wochen Lindemann mit "Wenn du schläfst" ins Feulliton hievte.
In soothe I lend a gracious ear
Your sobbing, somehow sexual
Come to my bosom. The help I bring
Is all my pleasure you lonely, dear thing
Und fernab von Metal Sven Regeners melancholische Kneipentexte bei Element of Crime, zumindest bis "Romantik", dann lief es sich etwas tot. Bsp. "Seit der Himmel".
Ich hör' das Rascheln jedes Baums
Der sich in meine Sonne schiebt
Und drohe ihm die Säge an
Wenn er nicht bald mal etwas Nettes sagen kann
Zum Beispiel, dass ein Haar von dir
Stärker ist als ein Seil aus Hanf
Und schwerer wiegt als zwanzig Bier
Das würd' ich gern beweisen, hätt' ich eines hier
Generell lese ich am liebsten Texte, bei denen eher formale Elemente wie Sprachmelodie und Metaphorik ausgereift sind als dass einen die Weltbezüge anspringen. Wenn ich Inhalte will, schaue ich in eher in eine Monographie als ein Booklet. Die Texte, die Lyle Steadham für Solitude Aeturnus geschrieben hat; oder Nick Orlando bei Evoken; Lunar Aurora um 2000 herum; ... - da sind fantastische Sachen dabei.
Hängt von der Band ab. Das o.g. Album von P.O.S. ist für mich ohne die Texte ebenso undenkbar wie z.B. die "Dreaming Neon Black" von Nevermore, weil die Verknüpfung von Musik und Texten so gut gemacht ist.
Aber im extremen Sektor ist es dann oft nur Beiwerk. Im DM sind viele Texte einfach beschissen. Und die Muse, Lovecraft und irgendwelche okkulten Geheimschriften aus dem 19. Jh. nachzuschlagen, um diverse BM-Texte zu verstehen, fehlt mir i.d.R., wobei ich einen spirituellen Überbau generell aber in dem Sektor passend und stimmig finde, auch ohne Verständnis der Details.
Klaus
Till Deaf Do Us Part
THE GROUPIES - Primitive (1966)
What I don't know
Can never hurt me
I live a life
That's working for me
What I respect
You just can't see
What you expect
I'll never be
Primitive
That's how I live
Primitive
I take what you give
'Cause I love and I live
The things I do
You'd never try
What I get free
You have to buy
I'm proud of my life
But don't ask me why
'Cause if i told ya,
I'd probably...
Primitive
That's how I live
Primitive
I take what you give
'Cause I love and I live
Primitive
Primitive
That's how I live
Primitive
I take what you give
'Cause I love and I live
Primitive
What I don't know
Can never hurt me
I live a life
That's working for me
What I respect
You just can't see
What you expect
I'll never be
Primitive
That's how I live
Primitive
I take what you give
'Cause I love and I live
The things I do
You'd never try
What I get free
You have to buy
I'm proud of my life
But don't ask me why
'Cause if i told ya,
I'd probably...
Primitive
That's how I live
Primitive
I take what you give
'Cause I love and I live
Primitive
Primitive
That's how I live
Primitive
I take what you give
'Cause I love and I live
Primitive
Thunderhead
Till Deaf Do Us Part
If you're leaving close the door.
I'm not expecting people anymore.
Deep Purple - When a blind man cries
Jedes mal, wenn ich von jemandem verarscht werde, fällt mir augenblicklich diese Textpassage ein.
I'm not expecting people anymore.
Deep Purple - When a blind man cries
Jedes mal, wenn ich von jemandem verarscht werde, fällt mir augenblicklich diese Textpassage ein.
