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deleted_53
Guest
Das wird sicher passen. @thewizard wird auch am Start sein.
Die besten Lyrics
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Sheriff Ungol
Deaf Dealer
Avo
Till Deaf Do Us Part
Cool, danke! Das kannte ich nicht.
Lohnt das oder sind das in erster Linie seine Texte? "Collection of writings" kann ja alles sein.
Großartiger Nickname übrigens. Muss ich jedes mal kichern wenn ich den sehe...
Sheriff Ungol
Deaf Dealer
Ich hab das Buch selbst nicht, deswegen kann ich zum Inhalt leider nichts sagen. Hab aber gerade das auf Wikipedia gelesen:
"In 2005, Mike's first book, Cancer as a Social Activity was released. The book includes old lyrics and portions of collages that Williams assembled for Eyehategod which date back as far as 1988 as well as unreleased stuff, written during the period of two or three years before the release of the book. The book also shows Eyehategod's history. It was mostly written in New Orleans and New York City but there are also part which were written while he was travelling."
"In 2005, Mike's first book, Cancer as a Social Activity was released. The book includes old lyrics and portions of collages that Williams assembled for Eyehategod which date back as far as 1988 as well as unreleased stuff, written during the period of two or three years before the release of the book. The book also shows Eyehategod's history. It was mostly written in New Orleans and New York City but there are also part which were written while he was travelling."
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deleted_53
Guest
Hatte das Buch. Ist halt eine Prosasammlung. Texte sind schon sehr Bukowsky-like assi und zynisch, z.T. fast schon romantisch in einem arg infantilen "True Blood"-Südstaaten-Charme, aber halt doch sehr flach. Hat mir nicht genug gegeben, um es als Collectible zu behalten. Aber einmal lesen ist ok. Seine EHG-Texte sind garstiger.
MIBURN
Till Deaf Do Us Part
Mad Season "Wake up"
Einer meiner Lieblings-"Trauer"-Songs und in Verbindung mit den Lyrics geht mir der Song so nahe wie kaum was anderes auf diesem Planeten.
Wake up young man, it's time to wake up
Your love affair has got to go
For 10 long years, for 10 long years
The leaves to rake up
Slow suicide's no way to go, oh
Blue, clouded grey
You're not a crack up
Dizzy and weakened by the haze
Moving onward
So an infection not a phase
Yeah, oh
The cracks and lines from where you gave up
They make an easy man to read, oh
For all the times you let them bleed you
For little peace from God you plead, and beg
For little peace from God you plead
Ahhaahh, Yeah, Ahhaahh, Yeah, Ahhaahh, Yeah
Wake up young man, wake up, wake up
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
Oh, yeah
Wake up young man, it's time to wake up
Your love affair has got to go, yeah
For 10 long years, for 10 long years,
The leaves to rake up
Slow suicide's no way to go, oh
Slow suicide's no way to go
Wake up, wake up, wake up
Wake up, wake up, wake up
Einer meiner Lieblings-"Trauer"-Songs und in Verbindung mit den Lyrics geht mir der Song so nahe wie kaum was anderes auf diesem Planeten.
Wake up young man, it's time to wake up
Your love affair has got to go
For 10 long years, for 10 long years
The leaves to rake up
Slow suicide's no way to go, oh
Blue, clouded grey
You're not a crack up
Dizzy and weakened by the haze
Moving onward
So an infection not a phase
Yeah, oh
The cracks and lines from where you gave up
They make an easy man to read, oh
For all the times you let them bleed you
For little peace from God you plead, and beg
For little peace from God you plead
Ahhaahh, Yeah, Ahhaahh, Yeah, Ahhaahh, Yeah
Wake up young man, wake up, wake up
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
Oh, yeah
Wake up young man, it's time to wake up
Your love affair has got to go, yeah
For 10 long years, for 10 long years,
The leaves to rake up
Slow suicide's no way to go, oh
Slow suicide's no way to go
Wake up, wake up, wake up
Wake up, wake up, wake up
Sabbathstar
Till Deaf Do Us Part
Vollkommen unterschätzt: Ian Anderson (Jethro Tull)
Hier mal eine kleine Kostprobe passend zur Jahreszeit ...
"Jack Frost And The Hooded Crow"
Through long December nights we talk in words of rain or snow
while you, through chattering teeth, reply and curse us as you go
Why not spare a thought this day for those who have no flame
to warm their bones at Christmas time, say Jack Frost and the Hooded Crow
Now as the last broad oak leaf falls, we beg: consider this
there's some who have no coin to save for turkey, wine or gifts
No children's laughter round the fire, no family left to know
So lend a warm and a helping hand: say Jack Frost and the Hooded Crow
As holly pricks and ivy clings, your fate is none too clear
The Lord may find you wanting, let your good fortune disappear
All homely comforts blown away and all that's left to show
is to share your joy at Christmas time with Jack Frost and the Hooded Crow
Through long December nights we talk in words of rain or snow
while you, through chattering teeth, reply and curse us as you go
Why not spare a thought this day for those who have no flame
to warm their bones at Christmas time, say Jack Frost and the Hooded Crow
Hier mal eine kleine Kostprobe passend zur Jahreszeit ...
"Jack Frost And The Hooded Crow"
Through long December nights we talk in words of rain or snow
while you, through chattering teeth, reply and curse us as you go
Why not spare a thought this day for those who have no flame
to warm their bones at Christmas time, say Jack Frost and the Hooded Crow
Now as the last broad oak leaf falls, we beg: consider this
there's some who have no coin to save for turkey, wine or gifts
No children's laughter round the fire, no family left to know
So lend a warm and a helping hand: say Jack Frost and the Hooded Crow
As holly pricks and ivy clings, your fate is none too clear
The Lord may find you wanting, let your good fortune disappear
All homely comforts blown away and all that's left to show
is to share your joy at Christmas time with Jack Frost and the Hooded Crow
Through long December nights we talk in words of rain or snow
while you, through chattering teeth, reply and curse us as you go
Why not spare a thought this day for those who have no flame
to warm their bones at Christmas time, say Jack Frost and the Hooded Crow
The Corrosion
Till Deaf Do Us Part
Wenn's um witzige Texte geht, finde ich Mike Muir (Suicidal Tendencies) ziemlich gut.
Und natürlich Saint Vitus. Ich denke, da schreibt/schrieb Dave Chandler die meisten Lyrics.
Und natürlich Saint Vitus. Ich denke, da schreibt/schrieb Dave Chandler die meisten Lyrics.
Avo
Till Deaf Do Us Part
Danke, dann spar ich mir das glaub ich.
vincen2vega
Till Deaf Do Us Part
Ich lege nicht grundsätzlich Wert auf Lyrics. Und wenn, dann nicht immer mit der gleichen Gewichtung und dem gleichen Anspruch.
Ich höre viel Musik aus unterschiedlichsten Genres und in jedem haben Lyrics andere Funtkionen und Gewichtungen.
Am meisten Probleme, habe ich wohl mit direkten politischen Texten. Das muss für mich einfach nicht sein. Wenn ein Künstler seine politische oder moralische Haltung in Metaphern, Lyric, Satire oder ähnlichem verpackt ist mir das lieber.
Wenn's um Metal geht,
Dani Filth ist für mich ein begnadeter Texter. Das macht einen Riesenanteil in deren Musik aus.
Und (jetzt lehn ich mich mal weit aus dem Fenster
) Till Lindemann textet für Rammstein ganz ausgezeichnet. Deren Songs mögen platt, pubertär-provokativ und was nicht auch sein, aber sie sind einzigartig und er schafft es immer wieder mit wenigen Worten starke Bilder zu erzeugen, die auch noch auf mehreren Deutungsebenen funktionieren.
Ich höre viel Musik aus unterschiedlichsten Genres und in jedem haben Lyrics andere Funtkionen und Gewichtungen.
Am meisten Probleme, habe ich wohl mit direkten politischen Texten. Das muss für mich einfach nicht sein. Wenn ein Künstler seine politische oder moralische Haltung in Metaphern, Lyric, Satire oder ähnlichem verpackt ist mir das lieber.
Wenn's um Metal geht,
Dani Filth ist für mich ein begnadeter Texter. Das macht einen Riesenanteil in deren Musik aus.
Und (jetzt lehn ich mich mal weit aus dem Fenster
) Till Lindemann textet für Rammstein ganz ausgezeichnet. Deren Songs mögen platt, pubertär-provokativ und was nicht auch sein, aber sie sind einzigartig und er schafft es immer wieder mit wenigen Worten starke Bilder zu erzeugen, die auch noch auf mehreren Deutungsebenen funktionieren.
kantapper
Deaf Dealer
Da kann ich nur zustimmen, obwohl er auch Zeug geschrieben hat, das in meinen Augen totaler Bullshit ist ("Pussy"). Aber "Asche zu Asche" z.B. finde ich ganz großartig. Ich hab mir sogar vor einigen Jahren seinen Lyrikband "Messer" gekauft. Starkes Zeug, auch wenn seine Sachen im Rammstein-Kontext für mich besser funktionieren.Und (jetzt lehn ich mich mal weit aus dem Fenster
Ansonsten sind mir die Lyrics von "Twelve Stars and an Azure Gown" von Atlantean Kodex unauslöschlich eingebrannt, ebenso "Run of the Mill" von Judas Priest.
vincen2vega
Till Deaf Do Us Part
Ich habe ebenfalls damals zu den zwei Gedicht-Bänden gegriffen; sehe das allerdings ähnlich. Für mich funktionieren seine Texte erst richtig zur Musik. Einer der großartigsten Rammstein Songs ist für mich "Roter Sand" auch wenn dieser Song nicht so viele Deutungsebenen hat, ist er lyrisch, kurz und knapp und erzählt trotzdem eine komplette Geschichte. In Verbindung mit der gepfiffenen Melodie und der sparsamen, fast italo-mäßigen Musik ergibt sich eine perfekte Mischung aus Text und Musik. Das auf deutsch hinzubekommen, ohne das es deplatziert wirkt, ist für mich ganz große Kunst. Ein Kurzfilm für die Ohren.
Roter Sand Lyrics
Eine Liebe, ein Versprechen
Sagt, ich komm zurück zu dir
Nun ich muss es leider brechen,
Seine Kugel steckt in mir
Eine liebe, zwei Pistolen
Eine zielt mir ins Gesicht.
Er sagt, ich hätte dich gestohlen,
Dass du mich liebst weiß er nicht.
Roter Sand und zwei Patronen
Eine stirbt im Pulverkuss.
Die Zweite soll ihr Ziel nicht schonen,
Steckt jetzt tief in meiner Brust.
Eine Liebe, ein Versprechen
Ach das Blut läuft aus dem Mund
Und keiner wird mich rächen,
Sinnlos gehe ich zu Grund.
Eine Liebe, zwei Pistolen
Einer konnte schneller zielen
Nun ich bin es nicht gewesen,
Jetzt gehörst du ihm.
Roter Sand und zwei Patronen
Eine stirbt im Pulverkuss.
Die Zweite soll ihr Ziel nicht schonen,
Steckt jetzt tief in meiner Brust.
Roter Sand und weiße Tauben
Laben sich an meinem Blut.
Am Ende gibt es doch ein Ende,
Bin ich doch zu etwas gut.
Roter Sand und zwei Patronen
Eine stirbt im Pulverkuss.
Die Zweite soll ihr Ziel nicht schonen,
Steckt jetzt tief in meiner Brust.
Roter Sand Lyrics
Eine Liebe, ein Versprechen
Sagt, ich komm zurück zu dir
Nun ich muss es leider brechen,
Seine Kugel steckt in mir
Eine liebe, zwei Pistolen
Eine zielt mir ins Gesicht.
Er sagt, ich hätte dich gestohlen,
Dass du mich liebst weiß er nicht.
Roter Sand und zwei Patronen
Eine stirbt im Pulverkuss.
Die Zweite soll ihr Ziel nicht schonen,
Steckt jetzt tief in meiner Brust.
Eine Liebe, ein Versprechen
Ach das Blut läuft aus dem Mund
Und keiner wird mich rächen,
Sinnlos gehe ich zu Grund.
Eine Liebe, zwei Pistolen
Einer konnte schneller zielen
Nun ich bin es nicht gewesen,
Jetzt gehörst du ihm.
Roter Sand und zwei Patronen
Eine stirbt im Pulverkuss.
Die Zweite soll ihr Ziel nicht schonen,
Steckt jetzt tief in meiner Brust.
Roter Sand und weiße Tauben
Laben sich an meinem Blut.
Am Ende gibt es doch ein Ende,
Bin ich doch zu etwas gut.
Roter Sand und zwei Patronen
Eine stirbt im Pulverkuss.
Die Zweite soll ihr Ziel nicht schonen,
Steckt jetzt tief in meiner Brust.
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WindOfMayhem
Guest
Rammstein Texte sind fast immer der Hit.
StN
Deaf Leppard
SchneiderHelge
Till Deaf Do Us Part
Ich mochte ja die alten Megadeth immer sehr...
Das war alles so schön ausgedrückt.
Vor allem "Wake up dead" , "Peace Sells..." "In my darkest hour" oder "Sweating Bullets" finde ich schon irgendwie poetisch....
Das war alles so schön ausgedrückt.
Vor allem "Wake up dead" , "Peace Sells..." "In my darkest hour" oder "Sweating Bullets" finde ich schon irgendwie poetisch....
Spatenpauli
Till Deaf Do Us Part
Lyrics bedeuten mir sehr viel. Diese hier von Metal Churchs "Anthem To The Estranged" vielleicht am meisten.
Wie schnell kann man auf der sozialen Leiter abrutschen? Sind wir alle sicher in unserem Nest?
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Starved for destination, a beggar man by trade
A desperate man needs more than someone else to blame
Friendless he appears, he hides behind his tears
For things he's lost, or things he'll never have at all
The forgotten man wanders misplaced in the world
Obscurity is all the eye can see, and I recall
All alone again
As we pass on by and continue with our day
Can we appraise the quality of life some other way?
All alone again
When you take a longer look at someone on the run
You may see reflections of yourself becoming one
Take an extra moment when you find yourself at peace
To think about your values and your own affluency
Everything you've worked for and everything you've done
May be thrown by the wayside, and you're not the only one
Everything around you may seem worn and overused
But imagine yourself removed from all that you're used to
All alone again
Once an influential man, once was in his prime
He spends his days repeating lines like "can you spare a dime?"
Shunned by those who loved you and by those who were your friends
Can you adjust to a different life of living on the edge?
The destitute find meaning in a different way of life
The doorways that they dwell in are shelter in the night
No shining crystal possessions set out for his display
His purpose is to find the food to get him through the day
All alone again
Roaming aimless through the streets of supply and demand
Once a gypsy disconnected, no more, no future plans
Self discarded king of ruin, worthless to the world
Fight to keep his sanity, his voice is never heard
You may think he's thoughtless and his mind gone astray
He always seems to find a reason get him through the day
All alone again
He staggers down the alley to drink his spirits by himself
As he prays to God that he wakes up somewhere else
Wie schnell kann man auf der sozialen Leiter abrutschen? Sind wir alle sicher in unserem Nest?
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Starved for destination, a beggar man by trade
A desperate man needs more than someone else to blame
Friendless he appears, he hides behind his tears
For things he's lost, or things he'll never have at all
The forgotten man wanders misplaced in the world
Obscurity is all the eye can see, and I recall
All alone again
As we pass on by and continue with our day
Can we appraise the quality of life some other way?
All alone again
When you take a longer look at someone on the run
You may see reflections of yourself becoming one
Take an extra moment when you find yourself at peace
To think about your values and your own affluency
Everything you've worked for and everything you've done
May be thrown by the wayside, and you're not the only one
Everything around you may seem worn and overused
But imagine yourself removed from all that you're used to
All alone again
Once an influential man, once was in his prime
He spends his days repeating lines like "can you spare a dime?"
Shunned by those who loved you and by those who were your friends
Can you adjust to a different life of living on the edge?
The destitute find meaning in a different way of life
The doorways that they dwell in are shelter in the night
No shining crystal possessions set out for his display
His purpose is to find the food to get him through the day
All alone again
Roaming aimless through the streets of supply and demand
Once a gypsy disconnected, no more, no future plans
Self discarded king of ruin, worthless to the world
Fight to keep his sanity, his voice is never heard
You may think he's thoughtless and his mind gone astray
He always seems to find a reason get him through the day
All alone again
He staggers down the alley to drink his spirits by himself
As he prays to God that he wakes up somewhere else
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WindOfMayhem
Guest
SchneiderHelge
Till Deaf Do Us Part
Neben den oben genannten ist Mike Howe auch für einen der dämlichsten Texte aller Zeiten verantwortlich:
Why don't you find a worthwhile cause
To channel your energies?
Like finding a solution
To starvation and disease
I know that you're concerned
About your First Amendment rights
But don't you burn our flag to make
Your point, that's just not right
If you think you're better off
In a different country
Why don't you pack your bags right now?
Here's your ticket, it's on me, it's on me
I've been around this whole wide world
And found no better place
And no one's gonna start a fire
In my homeland's face
We have a tendency
To take our freedom for granted
We have some problems, yes I know
Look at the seed you planted
I know that you're aching to be heard
What gives you the famous final word?
To think that your opinion is preferred
What gives you the famous final word?
What other country do you know
That pays you without work?
When you need some money
See your welfare officer
There's a lot of other things
That you could take a stand about
So you and all your activists
Can take the next train out
I know that you're aching to be heard
What gives you the famous final word?
To think that your opinion is preferred
What gives you the famous final word?
Freedom of speech out of hand
Demonstration in the land
If you complain a little more
What rights that you have left
Go flying out the door
Why don't you find a worthwhile cause
To channel your energies?
Like finding a solution
To starvation and disease
With all the problems in this world
That are facing us today
We need a concentrated push
Or in the long run, we'll all pay
Why don't you find a worthwhile cause
To channel your energies?
Like finding a solution
To starvation and disease
I know that you're concerned
About your First Amendment rights
But don't you burn our flag to make
Your point, that's just not right
If you think you're better off
In a different country
Why don't you pack your bags right now?
Here's your ticket, it's on me, it's on me
I've been around this whole wide world
And found no better place
And no one's gonna start a fire
In my homeland's face
We have a tendency
To take our freedom for granted
We have some problems, yes I know
Look at the seed you planted
I know that you're aching to be heard
What gives you the famous final word?
To think that your opinion is preferred
What gives you the famous final word?
What other country do you know
That pays you without work?
When you need some money
See your welfare officer
There's a lot of other things
That you could take a stand about
So you and all your activists
Can take the next train out
I know that you're aching to be heard
What gives you the famous final word?
To think that your opinion is preferred
What gives you the famous final word?
Freedom of speech out of hand
Demonstration in the land
If you complain a little more
What rights that you have left
Go flying out the door
Why don't you find a worthwhile cause
To channel your energies?
Like finding a solution
To starvation and disease
With all the problems in this world
That are facing us today
We need a concentrated push
Or in the long run, we'll all pay
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deleted_53
Guest
Dax Riggs Lyrik ist auch hammer.
Creeping like frost
As slow as grave moss
Like drowning in dry
oceans of bone dust
I taste the wreckage of crumbling faces
I know the pale thing in the darkest of places
I remember blood from the thighs of the mother
as everything is eaten by another
How much more must we bleed her
I cut their throats while they slept , i wept
I peel back my skull for you, yes i do
Slow desolation like a funeral procession
The lovely one screams like she's caught between stations
I eat the razor, a mouthful of God's flesh
Sweating this blackness,
I am shitting this cold death
I remember blood from the thighs of the mother
As everything is eaten by another
How much more must we bleed her
I cut their throats while they slept, i wept
I peel back my skull for you, yes i do
DEAD VENUS BLUE
Love is rotting on the vine
Crumbling in God's sunshine
I am dying all the time
Point me at the sky... sky
How much more must we bleed her
I cut their throats while they slept
I wept
I peel back my skull for you
Yes I do
DEAD VENUS BLUE
How much more must we bleed her
I cut their throats while they slept, I wept
I peel back my skull for you
Yes I do
DEAD VENUS BLUE
I taste the wreckage of crumbling faces
I know the pale thing in the darkest of places
Michael Gira (Swans) sowieso:
We're Standing By A River
In A Place Where Nothing Moves
And The White Light In The Sky
Is Meaningless And Cruel
And We Turn Our Face Away
From A Cold And Violent Wind
And We Bow Our Heads Down
And We Pray To The Sound
Of Freedom
With A Mirror In My Hand
And My Eyes Burned In The Fire
Drunk On Self Deception
And Punished By Desire
Leaping Directly Into A Bright White Sea
I'll Keep Myself Breathing
And I'll Swallow The Sound
Of Freedom
Nobody Else Can See You
Nobody Knows You Feel
Go Further Inside You
Where Nothing Else Is Real
Now Throw Yourself Into A Pool
Of Silence You Can See
And Hold The Mirror Before Your Eyes
And Light The White Light, It's The Sound Of Freedom
Now Time Is Just A Picture That
Moves Before Your Eyes
And Every Lie That I Believe
Is Falsely Compromised
And This Is Not A Sound
And We Are Not Alive
Someone Else Was Here Before
In Someone Else's Mind
And The Ground We Walk Is Sacred
And Every Object Lives
And Every Word We Speak
Will Punish Or Forgive
And The Light Inside Your Body
Will Shine Through History
Set Fire To Every Prison
Set Every Dead Man Free
And The Air We're Breathing Now
We Breathed A Million Times
And The Darkest Dreams We Dreamed
Were Dreamed By Other Minds
So Take Us To The Water
Take us to the sound
And Wash My Soul Away
Where It Can Never Be Found...
And The White Light That Surrounds Us
Is The Sound Of Freedom Pounding
And The Ground That Opens Up
Spits The Fire From Freedom's Mouth
And The Concrete, Glass And Steel
Break With A Freedom You Can Feel And
The Wind That Blows Through Heaven
It Screams The Sound Of Freedom
And The Violence That Destroys
Is The Birth Of Freedom Singing
And The Lovers In The Field
Make The Sound Of Freedom Bleeding
And The Pain That Eats My Mind
Is The Shout Of Freedom's Life
And The Sea That Splits In Two
Is The Cut Of Freedom's Knife
And The Fire That Burns This City
Is The White Light In Freedom's Eye
And The White Light Is The Sound
Of Freedom
Oder:
I, I've been lonely
And I, I've been blind
And I,. I've learned nothing
So my hands are firmly tied
To the sinking leadweight
of failure
I've worked hard all my life
Money slips through my hands
My face in the mirror tells me
It's no surprise that I'm
Pushing the stone up the hill
of failure
They tempt me with violence
They punish me with ideals
And they crush me with an image of my
life that's nothing but unreal
Except on the goddamned slaveship
of failure
I'll drown here trying
to get up for some air
But each time I think I breathe
I'm laid on with a double share
of the punishing burden
of failure
I don't deserve to be down here
But I'll never leave
And I've learned one thing
You can't escape the beast
In the null and void pit
of failure
When I get my hands on some money
I'll kiss it's green skin
And I'll ask it's dirty face
"Where the hell have you been?"
"I am the fuel that fires the engine
of failure."
I'll be old and broken down
I'll forget who and where I am
I'll be senile or forgotten
But I'll remember and understand
You can bank your hard-earned money
on failure
I saw my father crying
I saw my mother break her hand
On a wall that wouldn't weep
But that certainly held in
The mechanical moans of a dying man
Who was a failure
My back hurts me when I bend
Because I carry a load
My brain hurts me like a knife-hole
Because I've yet to be shown
How to pull myself out from
The sucking quicksand
of failure
Some people lie in hell
Many bastards succeed
But I. I've learned nothing
I can't even elegantly bleed
Out the poison blood
of failure
Creeping like frost
As slow as grave moss
Like drowning in dry
oceans of bone dust
I taste the wreckage of crumbling faces
I know the pale thing in the darkest of places
I remember blood from the thighs of the mother
as everything is eaten by another
How much more must we bleed her
I cut their throats while they slept , i wept
I peel back my skull for you, yes i do
Slow desolation like a funeral procession
The lovely one screams like she's caught between stations
I eat the razor, a mouthful of God's flesh
Sweating this blackness,
I am shitting this cold death
I remember blood from the thighs of the mother
As everything is eaten by another
How much more must we bleed her
I cut their throats while they slept, i wept
I peel back my skull for you, yes i do
DEAD VENUS BLUE
Love is rotting on the vine
Crumbling in God's sunshine
I am dying all the time
Point me at the sky... sky
How much more must we bleed her
I cut their throats while they slept
I wept
I peel back my skull for you
Yes I do
DEAD VENUS BLUE
How much more must we bleed her
I cut their throats while they slept, I wept
I peel back my skull for you
Yes I do
DEAD VENUS BLUE
I taste the wreckage of crumbling faces
I know the pale thing in the darkest of places
Michael Gira (Swans) sowieso:
We're Standing By A River
In A Place Where Nothing Moves
And The White Light In The Sky
Is Meaningless And Cruel
And We Turn Our Face Away
From A Cold And Violent Wind
And We Bow Our Heads Down
And We Pray To The Sound
Of Freedom
With A Mirror In My Hand
And My Eyes Burned In The Fire
Drunk On Self Deception
And Punished By Desire
Leaping Directly Into A Bright White Sea
I'll Keep Myself Breathing
And I'll Swallow The Sound
Of Freedom
Nobody Else Can See You
Nobody Knows You Feel
Go Further Inside You
Where Nothing Else Is Real
Now Throw Yourself Into A Pool
Of Silence You Can See
And Hold The Mirror Before Your Eyes
And Light The White Light, It's The Sound Of Freedom
Now Time Is Just A Picture That
Moves Before Your Eyes
And Every Lie That I Believe
Is Falsely Compromised
And This Is Not A Sound
And We Are Not Alive
Someone Else Was Here Before
In Someone Else's Mind
And The Ground We Walk Is Sacred
And Every Object Lives
And Every Word We Speak
Will Punish Or Forgive
And The Light Inside Your Body
Will Shine Through History
Set Fire To Every Prison
Set Every Dead Man Free
And The Air We're Breathing Now
We Breathed A Million Times
And The Darkest Dreams We Dreamed
Were Dreamed By Other Minds
So Take Us To The Water
Take us to the sound
And Wash My Soul Away
Where It Can Never Be Found...
And The White Light That Surrounds Us
Is The Sound Of Freedom Pounding
And The Ground That Opens Up
Spits The Fire From Freedom's Mouth
And The Concrete, Glass And Steel
Break With A Freedom You Can Feel And
The Wind That Blows Through Heaven
It Screams The Sound Of Freedom
And The Violence That Destroys
Is The Birth Of Freedom Singing
And The Lovers In The Field
Make The Sound Of Freedom Bleeding
And The Pain That Eats My Mind
Is The Shout Of Freedom's Life
And The Sea That Splits In Two
Is The Cut Of Freedom's Knife
And The Fire That Burns This City
Is The White Light In Freedom's Eye
And The White Light Is The Sound
Of Freedom
Oder:
I, I've been lonely
And I, I've been blind
And I,. I've learned nothing
So my hands are firmly tied
To the sinking leadweight
of failure
I've worked hard all my life
Money slips through my hands
My face in the mirror tells me
It's no surprise that I'm
Pushing the stone up the hill
of failure
They tempt me with violence
They punish me with ideals
And they crush me with an image of my
life that's nothing but unreal
Except on the goddamned slaveship
of failure
I'll drown here trying
to get up for some air
But each time I think I breathe
I'm laid on with a double share
of the punishing burden
of failure
I don't deserve to be down here
But I'll never leave
And I've learned one thing
You can't escape the beast
In the null and void pit
of failure
When I get my hands on some money
I'll kiss it's green skin
And I'll ask it's dirty face
"Where the hell have you been?"
"I am the fuel that fires the engine
of failure."
I'll be old and broken down
I'll forget who and where I am
I'll be senile or forgotten
But I'll remember and understand
You can bank your hard-earned money
on failure
I saw my father crying
I saw my mother break her hand
On a wall that wouldn't weep
But that certainly held in
The mechanical moans of a dying man
Who was a failure
My back hurts me when I bend
Because I carry a load
My brain hurts me like a knife-hole
Because I've yet to be shown
How to pull myself out from
The sucking quicksand
of failure
Some people lie in hell
Many bastards succeed
But I. I've learned nothing
I can't even elegantly bleed
Out the poison blood
of failure
KreisenderAdler
Dawn Of The Deaf
Eigentlich wollte ich etwas von Martin Walkyier posten, doch dann fiel mir dieses Meisterwerk wieder ein:
Edguy - Das Reh
Das Reh springt hoch,
das Reh springt weit
warum auch nicht,
es hat ja Zeit
Die Kuh springt hoch,
die Kuh springt weit
warum auch nicht,
sie hat ja Zeit
Das schwein springt hoch,
das Schwein springt weit
warum auch nicht,
es hat ja Zeit
Der Huhn springt hoch,
der Huhn springt weit
warum auch nicht,
die Huhn hat Zeit
Der Bauer springt hoch,
der Bauer springt weit
warum auch nicht,
er hat ja Zeit
Die Buerin springt hoch,
die Buerin springt weit
warum auch nicht,
sie hat ja Zeit
Der Traktor springt hoch,
der Traktor springt weit
warum auch nicht,
er hat ja Zeit
Die Kuh, das Schwein, das Reh, und alle zusammen...
Das Reh springt hoch,
das Reh springt weit
warum auch nicht,
es hat ja Zeit
Das Reh springt hoch,
das Reh springt weit
warum auch nicht,
es hat ja Zeit
Das Reh,
Reh,
Reh,
Reh
Edguy - Das Reh
Das Reh springt hoch,
das Reh springt weit
warum auch nicht,
es hat ja Zeit
Die Kuh springt hoch,
die Kuh springt weit
warum auch nicht,
sie hat ja Zeit
Das schwein springt hoch,
das Schwein springt weit
warum auch nicht,
es hat ja Zeit
Der Huhn springt hoch,
der Huhn springt weit
warum auch nicht,
die Huhn hat Zeit
Der Bauer springt hoch,
der Bauer springt weit
warum auch nicht,
er hat ja Zeit
Die Buerin springt hoch,
die Buerin springt weit
warum auch nicht,
sie hat ja Zeit
Der Traktor springt hoch,
der Traktor springt weit
warum auch nicht,
er hat ja Zeit
Die Kuh, das Schwein, das Reh, und alle zusammen...
Das Reh springt hoch,
das Reh springt weit
warum auch nicht,
es hat ja Zeit
Das Reh springt hoch,
das Reh springt weit
warum auch nicht,
es hat ja Zeit
Das Reh,
Reh,
Reh,
Reh
