Lagerfeuerlieder
1. 500 Meilen
| Klare | Sicht der Tag beg | innt Wir sind auf | Kurs mit gutem | Wind |
| Du bist | fern, Bist soweit | weg und doch bei | mir. |
| Nichts als | Meer vor dem | Bug, Sorg Dich | nicht es geht mir | gut; |
| Nur manchmal | sehn ich mich zu | rück zurück zu | Dir. |
| Du bist | Da, hältst mich | warm, Du bist | hier in meinem | Arm, |
| und Du | stärkst mich, denn der | Abschied fiel so | schwer. |
| Ich bin | ein, ich bin | zwei, ich bin | drei und ich bin | vier, |
| ich bin | fünfhundert | Meilen auf dem | Meer. |
| Bucht für | Bucht, Ort für | Ort, Eine | Nacht und wieder | fort. |
| Jeden | Abend wenn wir | ankern such ich | dich! |
| Wir sind f | rei hier auf | See, Nur das | Herz tut manchmal | weh, |
| Denn ich | seh in jeder | Wolke dein | Gesicht. |
| Du bist | Da, hältst mich | warm, Du bist | hier in meinem | Arm, |
| und Du | stärkst mich, denn der | Abschied fiel so | schwer. |
| Ich bin | ein, ich bin | zwei, ich bin | drei und ich bin | vier, |
| ich bin | fünfhundert | Meilen auf dem | Meer. |
| Du bist | Da, hältst mich | warm, Du bist | hier in meinem | Arm |
| und Du | stärkst mich, denn der | Abschied fiel so | schwer. |
| Wir sind frei hier auf | See, Nur das | Herz tut manchmal | weh. |
| Ich bin | fünfhundert Meilen fort von | Dir. |
| Ich bin | fünfhundert Meilen fort von | Dir. |
| Ich bin | fünfhundert Meilen fort von | Dir. |
2. A Boy named Sue
| Well My | daddy left home when I was three -- And he | didn't leave much to Ma and me |
| Just | this old guitar and an empty bottle of | booze. -- Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid |
| But the | meanest thing that he ever did -- Was be | fore he left, he went and named me ' | Sue'. |
| Well, he must have thought that that was quite a joke -- And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folks, |
| It seems I had to fight my whole life through. -- Some gal' would giggle and I'd get red |
| And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head, -- I tell you, life ain't easy for a boy named 'Sue'. |
| Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean, -- My fist got hard and my wits got keen, |
| I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame. -- But I made me a vow to the moon and stars |
| That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars -- And kill that man that give me that awful name. |
| Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July -- And I just hit town and my throat was dry, |
| I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew. -- At an old saloon on a street of mud, |
| There at a table, dealing stud, -- Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me 'Sue'. |
| Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad -- From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had, |
| And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye. -- He was big and bent and gray and old, |
| And I looked at him and my blood ran cold -- And I said: "My name is 'Sue'! how do you do? |
| Now you gonna die!" - Yeah, that's what I told him! |
| Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes -- And he went down, but, to my surprise, |
| He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear. -- But I busted a chair right across his teeth |
| And we crashed through the wall and into the street -- Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer. |
| I tell you, I've fought tougher men -- But I really can't remember when, |
| He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile. -- I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss, |
| He went for his gun and I pulled mine first, -- He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile. |
| He said: "Son, this world is rough -- And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough |
| And I know I wouldn't be there to help you along. -- So I give you that name and I said good-bye |
| I knew you'd have to get tough or die -- And it's that name that helped to make you strong." |
| He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight -- And I know you hate me, and you got the right |
| To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do. -- But you ought to thank me, before I die, |
| For the gravel in ya' guts and the spit in ya' eye -- Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you 'Sue'." |
| I got all choked up and I threw down my gun -- And I called him my pa, and he called me his son, |
| And I come away with a different point of view. -- And I think about him, now and then, |
| Every time I try and every time I win, -- And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him |
| Bill or George! Any damn' thing but Sue! -- I still hate that name! |
3. A Day in the Life
| (intro) |
| I read the | news today, oh | boy, | about a | lucky man who | made the grade. |
| And thought the | news were rather | sad, | well I just | had to laugh: |
| I saw the | photograph. |
| He blew his | mind out in a | car, | he didn't | notice that the | lights had changed. |
| A crowd of | people stood and | stared, | they'd seen his | face before: |
| Nobody was really sure if he was from the House of | Lords. |
| I saw a | film today, oh | boy, | the england | army had just | won the war. |
| A crowd of | people turned a | way, | but I just | had to look |
| Having read the | book |
| I'd love to | turn | you | on |
| Woke up, fell out of bed, dragged a combed across my | head |
| Found my | way downstairs and | dranked a cup, and | looking up I | noticed I was late! |
| Grabbed my coat, found my hat, made the bus in seconds | flat |
| Found my | way upstairs and | had a smoke, and | somebody spoke and I | went into a dream |
| Aaaah | Ahahahah | Ahaaaa | Ahaha - | Aaaah | Ahahahah | Ahaaaa | Ahaha |
| I read the | news today, oh | boy, | four thousand | holes in Blackburn | Lancashire |
| And though the | holes were rather | small, | they had to | count them all |
| Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert | Hall |
| I'd love to | turn | you | on |
4. A Hard Day's Night
| It's been A | Hard | Day's | Night and I've been | working like a | dog. |
| It's been A Hard | Day's | Night I should be | sleeping like a | log. |
| But when I | get home to you I find the | things that you do will make me | feel | al - | right! |
| You know I | work | all | day to get you | money to buy you | things. |
| And It's worth it just to | hear you | say you're gonna | give me ev'ry | thing. |
| So why on | earth should I moan, 'cause when I | get you alone you know it | feels | al - | right. |
| When I | home | ev'rything seems to be | right |
| When I'm | home | feeling you holding me | tight, | tight, yeah! |
| It's been A | Hard | Day's | Night and I've been | working like a | dog. |
| It's been A Hard | Day's | Night I should be | sleeping like a | log. |
| But when I | get home to you I find the | things that you do will make me | feel | Oh - | Kay! |
| So why on | earth should I moan 'Cause when I | get you alone you know it | feels | al- | right! |
| When I | home | ev'rything seems to be | right |
| When I'm | home | feeling you holding me | tight, | tight, yeah! |
| It's been A | Hard | Day's | Night and I've been | working like a | dog. |
| It's been A Hard | Day's | Night I should be | sleeping like a | log. |
| But when I | get home to you I find the | things that you do will make me | feel | al - | right! |
| You know I | feel | al - | right, You know I feel | al - | right |
5. A Well Respected Man
| 'Cause he | gets up | in the | morning, and he | goes to | work at | nine. |
| And he | comes back | home at | five thirty, gets the | same train | every | time |
| 'Cause his | world is | built on | punctuali- | ty it | never | fails |
| 'Cause he's | oh | so | good, and he's | oh | so | fine, |
| And he's | oh | so | healthy in his | body | and his | mind |
| He's a | well respected | man about town | Doing the best things | so conserva | tively. |
| And his mother goes to meetings while his father pulls the maid. |
| And she stirs the tea with councilors while discussing foreign trade. |
| And she passes looks as well as Bill's at every suave young man. |
| Cos he's oh so good, and he's oh so fine, |
| And he's oh so healthy in his body and his mind. |
| He's a well respected man about town Doing the best things so conservatively- |
| And he likes his own backyard, and he likes his fags the best, |
| 'Cause he's better than the rest, and his arm sweat smells the best, |
| And he hopes to grab his father's loot when big foot passes on. |
| Cos he's oh so good, and he's oh so fine, |
| And he's oh so healthy in his body and his mind. |
| He's a well respected man about town Doing the best things so conservatively- |
| And he plays at stocks and shares, and he goes to the regatta. |
| He adores the girl next door 'cause he's dying to get at her, |
| But his mother knows the best about the matrimonial stakes. |
| Cos he's oh so good, and he's oh so fine, |
| And he's oh so healthy in his body and his mind. |
| He's a well respected man about town Doing the best things so conservatively- |
6. A Whiter Shade of Pale
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| We skipped the light, fan | dango, | And turned cartwheels 'cross the | floor. |
| I was feeling kind of | seasick, | And the crowd called out for | more. |
| The room was humming | harder, | As the ceiling flew a | way; |
| When we called out for an | other | drink | The waiter brought a | tray: |
| And so it | was | that | later | As the miller told his | tale, |
| That her face, at first just | ghostly, | Turned a | whiter | shade of | pale. |
| She said "There is no | reason, | And the truth is plain to | see," |
| But I wandered through my | playing | cards, | And would not let her | be! |
| One of sixteen vestal | virgins, | Who were leaving for the | coast |
| And although my eyes were | o - | pen | They might just as well have been | closed |
| And so it | was | that | later | As the miller told his | tale, |
| That her face, at first just | ghostly, | Turned a | whiter | shade of | pale. |
| And so it was... |
7. Aber bitte mit Sahne
| Sie | treffen sich täglich um viertel nach drei, Wo-ho-ho, (Oh- | Yeah,) |
| Am Stammtisch im Eck in der Konditorei, Wo-ho-ho, (Oh- | Yeah,) |
| Und | blasen zum Sturm auf das | Kuchenbuffet, |
| auf | Früchteeis: | Ananas, | Kirsch und Banane: |
| Aber bitte mit Sah | ne. (Aber bitte mit Sahne.) |
| Sie schwatzen und schmatzen, dann holen sie sich, Wo-ho-ho (,Oh Yeah), |
| Noch Buttercremetorte und Bienenstich, Wo-ho-ho (,Oh Yeah). |
| Sie pusten und prusten, fast geht nichts mehr rein; |
| Nur ein Mohrenkopf höchstens, denn Ordnung muss sein - |
| Bei Mathilde, Ottilie, Marie und Liliane: |
| Aber bitte mit Sahne. (Aber bitte mit Sahne.) |
| Und das Ende vom Lied hat wohl jeder geahnt, Wo-ho-ho (,Oh Yeah), |
| Der Tod reihum sie dort abgesahnt, Wo-ho-ho (,Oh Yeah). |
| Die Hinterbliebenen fanden vor Schmerz keine Worte, |
| mit Sacher- und Linzer- und Marzipantorte. |
| Hielt als letzte Liliane getreu noch zur Fahne. |
| Aber bitte mit Sahne. (Aber bitte mit Sahne.) |
| Doch auch mit Liliane war es schließlich vorbei, Wo-ho-ho (,Oh Yeah). |
| Sie kippte vom Stuhl in der Konditorei, Wo-ho-ho (,Oh Yeah). |
| Auf dem Sarg gab's statt Kränzen verzuckerte Torten |
| Und der Pfarrer begrub sie mit rührenden Worten: |
| Dass der Herrgott den Weg in den Himmel ihr bahne, |
| Aber bitte mit Sahne. (Aber bitte mit Sahne.) |
8. Across the Universe
| Words are flowing | out like endless | rain into a paper cup |
| They | slither while they pass they slip a | way across the universe |
| Pools of sorrow | waves of joy are | drifting through my open mind |
| Po | sessing and ca | ressing me |
| Jai Guru Deva - | Om - Nothing's gonna change my world, |
| Nothing's gonna change my | world. | Nothing's gonna change my world, |
| Nothing's gonna change my | world. |
| Images of | broken light which | dance before me like a million |
| eyes they call me on and on | across the universe |
| Thoughts meander | like a restless | wind inside a letterbox |
| They | tumble blindly as they make their | way across the universe |
| Jai Guru Deva - Om - |: Nothing's gonna change my world :| (4x) |
| Sounds of laughter | shades of light are | ringing through my open ears |
| Ex | citing and in | viting me |
| Limitless un | dying love which | shines around me like a million |
| suns: It calls me on and on a | cross the universe |
| Jai Guru Deva - Om - |: Nothing's gonna change my world :| (4x) |
| Jai Guru Deva - Jai Guru Deva - Jai Guru Deva... |
9. Ain't No Sunshine
| There ain't no sunshine when she's | gone. |
| It's not warm when she's a | way. |
| There ain't no sunshine when she's | gone, |
| And she's always gone too | long, |
| Anytime she goes a | way. |
| Wonder this time where she's gone. |
| Wonder if she's gone to stay? |
| Ain't no sunshine when she's gone, |
| And this house just ain't no home, |
| Anytime she goes away. |
| And I know I know I know I know |
| I know I know I know I know... |
| Hey, I ought to | leave the young thing a | lone, |
| There ain't sunshine when she's | gone. |
| Ain't no sunshine when she's gone, |
| Only darkness every day. |
| Ain't no sunshine when she's gone, |
| And this house just ain't no home, |
| Anytime she goes away, Anytime she goes away, Anytime she goes away. |
10. Alabama Song
| Well, | show me the way To the next whiskey bar - | Oh, don't ask | why; | Oh, don't ask | why! |
| Show me the way To the next whiskey bar - | Oh, don't ask | why; | Oh, don't ask | why! |
| For if we don't find The next whiskey bar; | I tell you we must | die, |
| I tell you we must | die - | I tell you, I tell you, I tell you we must | die! |
| Oh, moon of Alabama, We now must say | goodbye. |
| We've | lost our good old | mama | And must have | whiskey, oh, you know | why. |
| Oh, | moon of Alabama, We now must say | goodbye. |
| We've | lost our good old | mama | And must have | whiskey, oh, you now | why! - Yeah |
| Show me the way to the next pretty girl - Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why |
| Show me the way to the next pretty girl - Oh don't ask why, oh, don't ask why |
| For if we don't find the next pretty girl - I tell you we must die, I tell you we must die |
| I tell you - I tell you - I tell you we must die. |
| Oh, moon of Alabama We now must say goodbye |
| We've lost our good old mama - And must have whiskey, oh, you now why - Yeah! |
| Show me the way to the next little dollar - Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why |
| Show me the way to the next little dollar - Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why |
| For if we don't find the next little dollar -I tell you we must die, I tell you we must die, |
| I tell you - I tell you - I tell you we must die. |
| Oh, moon of Alabama We now must say goodbye |
| We've lost our good old mama - And must have whiskey, oh, you now why - Yeah! |
11. Alberta
| / / | / / | / / (repeat) |
| Al | berta let your | hair hang | low |
| Alberta let your | hair hang | low |
| I'll | give you more | gold |
| Than your | apron | can | hold |
| If you'd | only let your | hair hang | low |
| Alberta what's on your mind |
| Alberta what's on your mind |
| You keep me worried and bothered |
| All of the time |
| Alberta what's on your mind |
| Alberta don't you treat me unkind |
| Alberta don't you treat me unkind |
| Oh my heart is so sad |
| Cause I want you so bad |
| Alberta don't you treat me unkind |
| Alberta let your hair hang low |
| Alberta let your hair hang low |
| I'll give you more gold |
| Than your apron can hold |
| If you'll only let your hair hang low |
12. All Along The Watchtower
| //// | / | / | //// | / | / |
| "There must be some | kind of way | out of here," | / / / / | / |
| Said the | joker to the | thief: | / / / / | / |
| "There's too much confusion, |
| I can't get no relief. |
| Businessmen, they drink my wine; |
| Plowmen dig my earth. |
| None of them along the line - |
| Know what any of it is worth!” |
| All along the watchtower, |
| Princes kept the view. |
| While all the women came and went, |
| Barefoot servants, too! |
| “No reason to get excited,” |
| The thief, he kindly spoke: |
| “There are many here among us |
| Who feel that life is but a joke. |
| But you and I, we’ve been through that, |
| And this is not our fate! |
| So let us not talk falsely now, |
| the hour is getting late!” |
| All along the watchtower, |
| Princes kept the view. |
| While all the women came and went, |
| Barefoot servants, too! |
| Outside in the distance |
| A wildcat did growl. |
| Two riders were approaching, |
| And the wind began to howl. |
| All along the watchtower |
| Princess kept the view |
| While all the women came and went |
| Barefoot servants too |
| All along the watchtower |
| All along the watchtower |
| All along the watchtower |
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13. All Right Now!
| There she | stood in | the | street - | Smiling from her | head to her | feet, |
| I said "A- | Hey, what | is | this?" Now baby, | maybe she's in | need of a | kiss. |
| I said "A- | Hey, what's | your | name, baby, | maybe we can see | things the | same? |
| Now don't you | wait or | hesi | tate, Let's | move before they raise the | parking | rate." |
| All right | now, baby, it's | all right | now! | All right | now, baby, it's | all right | now! |
| I took her home to my place - Watching ev'ry move on her face. |
| She said "Look, what's your game baby - are you tryin' to put me in shame?" |
| I said "Slow, don't go so fast, don't you think that love can last?" |
| She said "Love, Lord above, now you're gonna trick me in love." |
| All right now, baby, it's all right now! All right now, baby, it's all right now! |
| All right now, baby, it's all right now! All right now, baby, it's all right now! |
| All right now, baby, it's all right now! All right now, baby, it's all right now! |
| ... |
14. All Summer Long
| It was | 198 | 9, my thoughts were | short my hair was long |
| Caught some | where bet | ween a boy and | man |
| She was | 17 and she was | far from in between |
| It was | summertime in | Northern Michi | gan |
| Splashin' thru the sandbar, talkin' by the campfire |
| It's the simple things in life like when and where |
| We didn't have no internet, but man I never will forget |
| The way the moonlight shined upon her hair |
| And we were | tryin' different | things and we were | smokin' funny things |
| Makin' | love out by the | lake to our favorite | songs |
| Sippin' | whisky out the | bottle not | thinkin' 'bout tomorrow |
| Singin' | sweet home Ala | bama all | summer long |
| Singin' | sweet home Ala | bama all | summer long |
| Catchin' walleye from the dock watchin' waves roll off the rocks |
| She'll forever hold a spot inside my soul |
| We'd blister in the sun we couldn't wait for night to come |
| To hit that sandy place of rock 'n roll |
| And we were tryin' different things and we were smokin' funny things |
| Makin' | love out by the lake to our favorite songs |
| Sippin' whisky out the bottle not thinkin' 'bout tomorrow |
| Singin' sweet home Alabama all summer long |
| Singin' sweet home Alabama all summer long |
| Now nothin' seems as strange as when the leaves began to change |
| Oh how we thought those days would never end |
| Sometimes I hear that song and I'll start to sing along |
| And think man I'd like to see that girl again |
| And we were tryin' different things and we were smokin' funny things |
| Makin' | love out by the lake to our favorite songs |
| Sippin' whisky out the bottle not thinkin' 'bout tomorrow |
| Singin' sweet home Alabama all summer long |
| Singin' sweet home Alabama all summer long |
15. All Together Now
| One, two, three, four, | can I have a little more? |
| Five, six, seven, eight, nine, | ten, I love | you. |
| A, B, C, D, | can I bring a friend to tea? |
| E, F, G, H, I, J, | K, I love | you. |
| Bom, bom, bom, | bom-pa-bom, sail the ship, | bom-pa-bom, chop the tree. |
| Bom-pa-bom, skip the rope, | bom-pa-bom, look at me. |
| All together now, all together now, |
| all together now, | all together now |
| Black, white, green, red, | Can I take my friend to bed? |
| Pink, brown, yellow, orange, and | blue - I love | you. |
| Bom, bom, bom, | bom-pa-bom, sail the ship, | bom-pa-bom, chop the tree. |
| Bom-pa-bom, skip the rope, | bom-pa-bom, look at me. |
| All together now, all together now, | all together now, | all together now. |
| All together now, all together now, | all together now, | all together | now! |
16. Aloha Heja He
| Ich hab die ganze | Welt gesehn | von Singapur bis | Abadin |
| Wenn du mich fragst wo es am | schönsten war, | dann sag ich Sansi | bar. |
| War 'ne harte | Überfahrt, | zehn Wochen nur das Deck | geschrubbt. |
| Hab die Welt verflucht, in den | Wind gespuckt | und salziges Wasser ge | schluckt. |
| Als wir den Anker warfen war es | himmlische Ruh' |
| und die | Sonne stand senkrecht am | Himmel. |
| Als ich über die Reling sah glaubte | ich zu träumen, |
| da waren | tausend Boote und die hielten auf uns | zu. |
| In den Booten saßen | Männer und Frau'n ihre | Leiber glänzten in der | Sonne. |
| Und sie sangen ein Lied, daß kam mir | seltsam bekannt vor aber | so hab ich's | noch nie gehört |
| Uh | so hab ich's noch | nie ge | hört. |
| Aloha Heja | He Aloha Heja | He Aloha Heja | He |
| Aloha Heja | He Aloha Heja | He Aloha Heja | He |
| Sie machten ihre Boote längsseits fest |
| und mit den Wind wehte Gelächter herüber |
| Sie nahmen ihre Blumenkränze ab und warfen sie uns herüber. |
| Hej und schon war die Party im Gange. |
| Aloha Heja He Aloha Heja He Aloha Heja He |
| Aloha Heja He Aloha Heja He Aloha Heja He |
| Ich hab das Paradies gesehn es war um 1910. |
| Der Steuermann hatte Matrosen am Mast |
| und den Zahlmeister ham die Gonokoken vernascht. |
| Aber sonst war'n wir bei bester Gesundheit |
| Aloha Heja He Aloha Heja He Aloha Heja He |
| Aloha Heja He Aloha Heja He Aloha Heja He |
| Aloha Heja He Aloha Heja He Aloha Heja He |
| Aloha Heja He Aloha Heja He Aloha Heja He... |
17. Always Look on the Bright Side of Life
| Some | things in life are | bad - they can | really make you | mad. |
| Other things just | make you swear and | curse. |
| When you're | chewing on large | gristle - don't | grumble - give a | whistle |
| And | whistles help things turn out for the | best: |
| And | always | look at the | bright | side of | life | (whistle) |
| Always | look on the | light | side of | life | (whistle) |
| If | life seems jolly | rotten - there's | something you've for | gotten |
| And | that's to laugh and | smile and dance and | sing! |
| When you're | feeling in the | dumps - | don't be silly | chums |
| Just | purse your lips and whistle that's the | thing: |
| And | always | look at the | bright | side of | life | (whistle) |
| Come on, | Always | look on the | bright | side of | life | (whistle) |
| For | life is quite ab | surd - and | death's the final | word |
| You must | always face the | curtain with a | bow. |
| For | get about your | sin - give the | audience a | grin |
| En | joy it's your last chance any | how: |
| So | always | look on the | bright | side of | death | (whistle) |
| Just be | fore you | draw your | terminal | breath. | (whistle) |
| Life's a piece of | shit - | when you look at | it, |
| Life's a laugh and | death's a joke - it's | true! |
| You see it's all a | show - keep 'em | laughing as you | go; |
| Just re | member that the last laugh is on | you: |
| And | always | look at the | bright | side of | life | (whistle) |
| Always | look on the | right | side of | life | (whistle) |
| Always | look on the | right | side of | life | (whistle) | ... |
18. Always On My Mind
| Maybe I didn't | love you - | Quite as | often as I | could have. |
| And maybe I didn't | treat you - | Quite as | good as I should | have |
| If I made you feel | second best - | Girl I'm sorry | I was | blind |
| You were | always | on my | mi- | i- | ind - | You were | always on my | mind |
| Maybe I didn't hold you - All those lonely, lonely times. |
| I guess I never told you - I'm so happy that you're mine. |
| Little things I should have said and done - I just never took the time. |
| You were always on my mind - You were always on my mind. |
| Te- | ell | me, | Tell me that your | sweet love hasn't | died |
| Gi- | ive | me, | give me | one more chance to | keep you satis | fied |
| I'll | keep you satisfied |
| Little things I should have said and done - I just never took the time. |
| You were always on my mind - You were always on my mind. |
| You were always on my mind - You were always on my mind. |
19. Am Sonntag will mein Süßer mit mir segeln geh'n
| Träumend an der Schreib- | ma- | schin' saß die kleine Jo- | se- | phin. |
| Die | Sehnsucht des | Herzens die | führte die | Hand. |
| Der | Chef kam und | las es und | staunte, da | stand: |
| Am | Sonntag will mein | Süßer | mit mir | segeln geh'n, |
| sofern die | Winde weh'n, das wär' doch | wunderschön! |
| Am | Sonntag will mein | Süßer | mal ein | Seemann sein |
| mit mir im | Sonnenschein - so ganz al- | lein! |
| Und dann beim | Abendrot mach' ich das | Abendbrot |
| Auf unserm | Segelboot Für meinen | Süßen und für mich! |
| Am | Sonntag will mein | Süßer | mit mir | segeln geh'n |
| Sofern die | Winde weh'n Das wär' doch | schön! |
| " | Minna" sprach Frau Schul | rat | Kraus: "Sonntag bleiben Sie | zu | Haus!" |
| Da | heulte die | Minna und | sagte zu | ihr: |
| "Mich | halten am | Sonntag zehn | Pferde nicht | hier!" |
| Am Sonntag will mein Süßer mit mir segeln geh'n, |
| sofern die Winde weh'n, das wär' doch wunderschön! |
| Am Sonntag will mein Süßer mal ein Seemann sein |
| mit mir im Sonnenschein - so ganz allein! |
| Und dann beim Abendrot mach' ich das Abendbrot |
| Auf unserm Segelboot Für meinen Süßen und für mich! |
| Am Sonntag will mein Süßer mit mir segeln geh'n |
| Sofern die Winde weh'n Das wär' doch schön! |
| Allen Mädchen geht | es | so, in der Küche, im | Bü- | ro. |
| Am | Sonntag da | hab'n sie was | Besseres | vor |
| Da | flüstert's die | eine der | anderen in's | Ohr: |
| Am Sonntag will mein Süßer mit mir segeln geh'n, |
| sofern die Winde weh'n, das wär' doch wunderschön! |
| Am Sonntag will mein Süßer mal ein Seemann sein |
| mit mir im Sonnenschein - so ganz allein! |
| Und dann beim Abendrot mach' ich das Abendbrot |
| Auf unserm Segelboot Für meinen Süßen und für mich! |
| Am Sonntag will mein Süßer mit mir segeln geh'n |
| Sofern die Winde weh'n Das wär' doch schön! |
20. Amazing Grace
| Am | azing | grace, how | sweet the | sounds,that saved a | wretch like | me. |
| I | once was | lost, but | now I’m | found, was | blind but | now | I | see. |
| ‘T was grace that taught my heart to fear, and grace my fears relieved. |
| How precious did that grace appear, the hour I first believed. |
| Thro’s many dangers, toils and snares, I have already come, |
| ‘Tis grace hath bro’t me safe thus far, and grace will lead me home. |
| How sweet the name of Jesus sounds, in a believers ear. |
| It sooths his sorrows, heals the wounds, and drives away his fear. |
| Must Jesus bear the cross alone and all the world go free? |
| No, there’s a cross for ev’ry one and there’s a cross for me. |
21. American Pie
| A | long, | long | time ago, | I can still re | member how that | music used to make me | smile. |
| And | I knew | if I | had my chance that | I could make those | people dance |
| and | maybe they'd be | happy for a | while. But | February | made me shiver with e | very paper | I'd deliver. |
| Bad news | on the | doorstep. I | couldn't take one | more step. I | can't re | member | if I cried, |
| when I | read about his | widowed bride, but | something | touched me | deep inside the |
| day the | music | died. |
| So | bye | bye Miss A | merican | Pie. Drove my | Chevy to the | levee but the | levee was | dry, |
| them | good ole | boys were drinkin' | whiskey and | Rye, singing | this'll be the day that I | die, | this'll be the day that I | die. |
| Did you write the | book of love and | do you have faith in | God above? |
| If the Bible | tells you so, now | do you be | lieve in | rock and roll? |
| Can | music save your | mortal soul, and | can you teach me | how to dance real | slow? |
| Well I | know that you're in | love with him. 'Cause I | saw you dancing | in the gym. |
| You | both kicked | off your | shoes, man I | dig those rhythm and | blues! |
| I was a | lonely | teenage | broncin' buck, with a | pink carnation and a | pick up truck. |
| But | I knew | I was | out of luck! The | day the | music | died. |
| I started | singing |
| Bye bye Miss American Pie... |
| Now for ten years, we've been on our own and moss grows fat on a rolling stone, |
| but that's not how it used to be when the jester sang for King and Queen |
| in a coat he'd borrowed from James Dean and a voice that came from you and me |
| oh and while the King was looking down the jester stole his thorny crown |
| the courtroom was adjourned no verdict was returned. |
| And while Lenin read a book of Marx the quartett practiced in the park |
| and we sang dirges in the dark the day the music died. |
| We were singin' |
| Bye bye Miss American Pie... |
| Helter skelter in the summer swelter the birds flew off with a fallout shelter |
| eight miles high and falling fast as it landed on the grass. |
| The players tried for a forward pass with the jester on the sidelines in a cast |
| Now the half time air was sweet perfume while the sergeants played a marching tune. |
| We all got up to dance oh but we never got the chance. |
| Oh as the players tried to take the field, the marching band refused to yield. |
| Do you recall what was revealed, the day the musik died. |
| We started singin' |
| Bye bye Miss American Pie... |
| And there we were all in one a place, the generation lost in space, |
| with no time left to start again. So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick |
| Jack Flash sat on a candle stick, 'cos fire is the devils only friend. |
| Oh and as I watched him on the stage my hands were clenched in first of rage. |
| No angel born in hell could break that satan spell. |
| And as the flames climbed high into the night to light the sacrificial rite |
| I saw Satan laughing with delight, the day the music died. |
| He was singin' |
| Bye bye Miss American Pie... |
| I met a girl who sang the blues and I asked her for some happy news, |
| but she just smiled and turned away. I went down to the sacred store, |
| where I heard the music years before, but the man there said the music wouldn't play. |
| And in the streets the children screamed, the lovers cried and the poets dreamed. |
| But not a word was spoken. The church bells are well broken. |
| And the three men I admire most: The Father, son and the holy ghost, |
| they caught the last train for the coast, the day the music died. |
| And they were singin' |
| Bye bye Miss American Pie... (repeat) |
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22. Angelina
| Angelina, baby, | won't you please come | home. |
| Angelina, baby, won't you please come | home. |
| You know my | heart is aching | and all my dreams have | gone. |
| Well, now my bed is empty, my | feet and my hands are | cold. |
| You know my bed is empty, my feet and my hands are | cold. |
| Come on | home, Angelina, | my love for you will never grow | old. |
| Well, now I've | tried to love you with diamonds and pearls, |
| But | all that did was tear us a | part. |
| And I've | tried to give you everything in the world, |
| When | all you really wanted: | wound my heart. |
| Oh, | Angelina, baby, | won't you please come | home. |
| Oh, | Angelina, baby, won't you please come | home. |
| You know my | heart is aching | and all my dreams have | gone. |
| Well, I've | tried to love you with diamonds and pearls, |
| But | all that did was tear us a | part. |
| And I've | tried to give you everything in the world, |
| When | all you really wanted: | wound my heart, my heart. |
| Well, Angelina, baby, | baby, won't you please come | home. |
| Well, | sweet Angelina, baby, won't you please come | home. |
| You know my | heart is aching | and all my dreams have | gone. - That's right, baby! |
| You know my | heart is aching | and all my dreams have | gone. |
23. Angie
| Angie, | Angie, | when will those | clouds all disap | pear? |
| Angie, | Angie, | where will they | lead us from | here? |
| With no | loving in our souls and no | money in our | coats, |
| You can't | say we're satis | fied. | Angie, | Angie | you can't | say we never | tried . |
| Angie, you're | beautiful, | but ain't it | time we said good | bye? |
| Angie, I still | love you, | remember | all those nights we | cried. |
| All the | dreams we held so close seem to | all go up in | smoke, |
| Oh let me | whisper in your | ear: | Angie, | Angie | where will they | lead us from | here? |
| Oh | Angie don't you weep; all your | kisses still taste | sweet. |
| I hate that | sadness in your | eyes! But | Angie, | Angie | ain't it | time we said good | bye? |
| With no | loving in our souls and no | money in our | coats; | Oh you can't | say we're satis | fied! |
| But | Angie, I still love you | baby, | everywhere I | look I see your | eyes. |
| There ain't a woman that comes | close to you; | come on | baby dry your | eyes! |
| Angie, | Angie | ain't it | good to be a | live? | Angie, | Angie | they can't | say we never | tr | ie | d! |
24. Anne Kaffeekanne
| Es | war einmal ein Mädchen, das Mädchen, das hieß Anne, |
| Die blies so gern Trompete | auf der Kaffee | kanne. |
| Tra- | ri- | tra- | ra, tra-- | ri, tra- | ri, tra- | ra; |
| Bis | dass die ganze | Nachbarschaft | "Aufhörn!" | schrie. |
| Da flog sie, oh Pardon, auf dem Besenstiel da- | von, |
| Geradeaus, über's Haus, |
| dreimal | rum und hoch hin- | aus. |
| Da kam sie an den Nordpol, und was war denn da? |
| Da riefen alle Eskimos, wie wunderbar! |
| Und einer sprach: "Gemach, gemach. |
| Die Anne kocht uns Lebertran, an jedem Tag". Da flog sie... |
| Dann kam sie in die Wüste, und was war denn da? |
| Ein riesengroßer Löwe, der hungrig war. |
| Und da sprach er: Ich mag dich sehr, |
| Ich habe dich zum Fressen gern, Komm doch ein Stückchen näher! Da flog sie... |
| Dann kam sie in die Alpen, und was war denn da? |
| Da traf sie auch die Heidi, die beim Almöhi war. |
| Sie sprach zu ihr: Komm flieg mit mir. |
| Doch Heidi sprach: Ich war schon weg, Drum bleib' ich lieber hier. Da flog sie... |
| Da kam sie in den Schwarzwald, und was war denn da? |
| Da sprach ein Oberförster mit strohblondem Haar: |
| Du bist genau, die richtige Frau. |
| Du bringst mir die Pantoffeln für die Tagesschau. Da flog sie... |
| Sie kam nach Wanne-Eickel, und was war denn da? |
| Der kleine Hansi Heinemann, der einsam war. |
| Er sprach zu ihr: Ich flieg' mit dir. |
| Nimm diese Kaffeekanne als Geschenk von mir. Flogen sie... |
25. Annie's Song
| You | fill up my | sen | ses |
| Like a | night in a | forest |
| Like the | mountains in | spring | time |
| Like a | walk in the | rain |
| Like a storm in the | de | sert |
| Like a | sleepy blue | ocean |
| You | fill up my | sen | ses |
| come | fill me a | gain. |
| Come let me love you |
| Let me give my life to you |
| Let me drown in your laughter |
| Let me die in your arms |
| Let me lay down beside you |
| Let me always be with you |
| Come let me love you come love me again |
| You fill up my senses... |
26. Another Brick In the Wall
| We don't need no education, |
| We don't need no thought control, |
| No dark sarcasm in the classroom, |
| Teacher leave them kids alone! |
| Hey, teacher! Leave them kids alone! |
| All in all it's just a | nother brick in the | wall. |
| All in all you're just a | nother brick in the | wall. |
| We don't need no education, |
| We don't need no thought control, |
| No dark sarcasm in the classroom, |
| Teacher leave us kids alone! |
| Hey teacher! Leave us kids alone! |
| All in all it's just another brick in the wall. |
| All in all you're just another brick in the wall. |
27. Any Time at All
| Anytime at | all, |
| Anytime at | all, |
| Anytime at | all, |
| All you've gotta do is | call, |
| And I'll be | there. |
| If you need | somebody to love, |
| Just look into my | eyes, |
| I'll be there to | make you feel | right, |
| If you're feeling sorry and sad, I'd really sympathize. |
| Don't you be sad, just call me tonight. |
| Anytime at all, |
| Anytime at all, |
| Anytime at all, |
| All you gotta do is call, |
| And I'll be there. |
| If the sun has faded away, |
| I'll try to make it shine. |
| There is nothing I won't do, |
| If you need a shoulder to cry on, I hope it will be mine, |
| Call me tonight, and I'll come home tonight. |
| Anytime at all, |
| Anytime at all, |
| Anytime at all, |
| All you gotta do is call, |
| And I'll be there. |
28. Apeman
| I think I'm sophisticated 'cause I'm living my life just like a | good homo sapiens. |
| But | all around me everybody's multiplying and they're | walking round like flies man. |
| So | I'm no better than the animals sitting in the | cages in the zoo man. |
| Cause compared to the flowers and the birds and the trees | I am an ape | man. |
| I think I'm so educated and I'm so civilized 'cause I'm a strict vegetarian. |
| But with the over-population and inflation and starvation and the crazy politicians: |
| I don't feel safe in this world no more, I don't want to die in a nuclear war. |
| I want to sail away to a distant shore and make like an apeman. |
| I'm an apeman, I'm an ape, apeman, oh I'm an | apeman! |
| I'm a | King Kong man, I'm a voodooh man, oh I'm an | apeman! |
| 'Cause | compared to the sun that sits in the sky, Com | pared to the clouds as they roll by, |
| Compared to the bugs and the spiders and flies | I am an ape | man. |
| In man's evolution he's created the city and the | motor traffic rumble. |
| But | give me half a chance and I'd be taking off my clothes and | living in the jungle. |
| 'Cause the | only time that I feel at ease Is | swinging up and down in the coconut trees. |
| Oh what a life of luxury to | be like an ape | man. |
| I'm an apeman, I'm an ape, apeman, oh I'm an apeman |
| I'm a King Kong man, I'm a voodooh man, oh I'm an apeman |
| I look out the window but I can't see the sky, The air pollution is a-fucking up my eyes, |
| I want to get out of this city alive and make like an apeman. |
| Oh come on and | love me, be my apeman | girl, And we'll be so | happy in my apeman | world. |
| I'm an apeman, I'm an ape, apeman, oh I'm an apeman |
| I'm a King Kong man, I'm a voodooh man, oh I'm an apeman |
| I'll be your Tarzan, you'll be my Jane, I'll keep you warm and you'll keep me sane, |
| We'll sit in the trees and eat bananas all day, just like an apeman. |
| I'm an apeman, I'm an ape, apeman, oh I'm an apeman |
| I'm a King Kong man, I'm a voodooh man, oh I'm an apeman |
| I don't feel safe in this world no more, I don't want to die in a nuclear war. |
| I want to sail away to a distant shore and make like an apeman. |
29. At My Window
| At my window | watching the | sun go, | Hoping the | stars know | it's time to | shine. |
| Daydreams - | aloft on | dark wings, | Soft as the | sun streams | at days de | cline. |
| Living is sying | dying says nothing at | all. |
| Babe and I are lying here | watching the evening | fall. |
| Time flows - | through brave be | ginnings, | And leaves her | endings | beneath our | feet. |
| Walk | lightly - | upon their | faces, | Leave gentle | traces | upon their | sleep. |
| Living is dancing dyin's doin' nothing at all. |
| Babe and I are lying here watching the evening fall. |
| Three dimes - | hard luck and | good times, | Bad rhymes and | fine lines | not much to | say. |
| Feel fine - | feel low and | lazy, | Feel grey and | hazy, | feel far | away. |
| Living ain't lying dying ain't flying so high. |
| Babe and I are wandrin' watching the day go by. |
30. Atlantis
| The continent of Atlantis was an island | which lay before the great flood |
| In the | area we now call the Atlantic Ocean. |
| So great an area of land, that from | her western | shores, those beautiful sailors |
| journeyed to the | south and the North Americas with ease, |
| in their | ships with painted sails. |
| To the east | Africa was a neighbor across | a short strait of sea miles. |
| The great Egyptian age is but a rem | nant of the At | lantian culture. |
| The antedeluvian Kings colonised the world; |
| All the Gods who play a part in the | mythological dramas in all legends |
| from all | lands were from fair Atlantis. |
| Knowing her fate, Altantis sent out ships to all corners | of the earth. |
| On board were the twelve, the poet, | the physician, the farmer, the scientist, |
| the magi | cian, and the other so called | Gods of our legends. |
| Tho' Gods they were! |
| And as the elders of our | time choose to remain blind, |
| let us rejoice and let us | sing and dance and ring in the news. |
| Hail Atlantis | ! |
| Way down below the | ocean, | where I wanna | be, she may | be! |
| Way down... |
31. Auf der Hülle von den Rolling Stones
| Ich bring' die Massen zur Ekstase, hab' 'ne goldene Nase und alle Frauen finden mich | stark. |
| Ich singe von Liebe und ich singe über Triebe am Abend für zehntausend | Mark. |
| Ich werfe täglich einen Trip und dann bin ich ausgeflippt, | nur einen Wunsch hätt' ich | schon: |
| Das ist das | Feeling, das Du kriegst, wenn Du Dich mal selber siehst |
| Auf der Hülle von den Rolling | Stones. |
| Rolling | Stones, hätt' ich nur ein Foto auf dem Futter, | schicke fünf Kopien meiner Mutter! |
| Oh, ich möcht' mich lächeln sehen - auf der | Hülle von den Rolling | Stones. |
| Ich hab' 'ne tolle alte Dame. Gerda Wulf ist ihr Name. Die bringt meine Jeans auf Zack. |
| Ich hab' so'n alten Typ mit Glatze, der fährt meinen Cadillac. |
| Ich brauche nichts zu missen, habe seidene Kissen, nur einen Wunsch hätt' ich schon: |
| Das ist das Feeling, das Du kriegst, wenn Du Dich mal selber siehst |
| Auf der Hülle von den Rolling Stones. |
| Rolling Stones, hätt' ich nur ein Foto auf dem Futter, schicke fünf Kopien meiner Mutter! |
| Oh, ich möcht' mich lächeln sehen - auf der Hülle von den Rolling Stones. |
| Ich hab' 'ne tierische Menge kleiner, blonder Groupies, Die halt ich mir nur so aus Gag. |
| Ich hab 'nen genialen indischen Guru, der zeigt mir den neuen Weg. |
| Ich habe alle Freunde, die für Geld zu kaufen sind, nur eins kriegst Du nicht davon: |
| Das ist das Feeling, das Du kriegst, wenn Du Dich mal selber siehst |
| Auf der Hülle von den Rolling Stones. |
| Rolling Stones, hätt' ich nur ein Foto auf dem Futter, schicke fünf Kopien meiner Mutter! |
| Oh, ich möcht' mich lächeln sehen - auf der Hülle von den Rolling Stones. |
32. Auf der Reeperbahn nachts um halb eins
| Silbern klingt und springt die Heuer, | Heut speel ick dat feine | Oos. |
| Heute ist mir nichts zu teuer, | Morgen geht die Reise | los. |
| Langsam bummel ich | ganz alleine Die | Reeperbahn nach der | Freiheit rauf. |
| Treff ich eine recht | blonde, recht | feine, Die | gabel | ich mir | auf. |
| Komm doch, | liebe | Kleine, | sei die | meine, | sag nicht | nein! |
| Du sollst bis | morgen | früh um | Neune | meine | kleine | Liebste | sein. |
| Ist dir's recht, na dann | bleib ich dir treu so | gar bis um | zehn. |
| Hak' mich unter, wir | woll'n jetzt zu | sammen mal bum | meln | gehn. |
| Auf der - | Reeperbahn | nachts um halb | eins - | ob du'n | Mädel hast | oder hast keins, |
| amü | sierst du dich, denn das | findet sich - auf der | Reeperbahn nachts um halb | eins. |
| Wer noch | niemals in | lustiger | Nacht | solchen | Reeperbahn | bummel gemacht, |
| ist ein | armer Wicht, denn er | kennt dich | nicht, mein Sankt | Pauli, Sankt | Pauli bei | Nacht. |
| Kehr ich heim im nächsten Jahre, Braun gebrannt wie'n Hottentott, |
| hast du deine blonden Haare Schwarz gefärbt, vielleicht auch rot. |
| Grüßt dich dann mal ein fremder Jung', Und du gehst vorüber und kennst ihn nicht, |
| kommt dir vielleicht die Erinnerung wieder, Wenn leis' er zu dir spricht: |
| Komm doch, liebe Kleine, sei die meine, sag nicht nein! |
| Du sollst bis morgen früh um Neune meine kleine Liebste sein. |
| Ist dir's recht, na dann bleib ich dir treu sogar bis um zehn. |
| Hak' mich unter, wir woll'n jetzt zusammen mal bummeln gehn. |
| Auf der - Reeperbahn nachts um halb eins - ob du'n Mädel hast oder hast keins, |
| amüsierst du dich, denn das findet sich - auf der Reeperbahn nachts um halb eins. |
| Wer noch niemals in lustiger Nacht solchen Reeperbahnbummel gemacht, |
| ist ein armer Wicht, denn er kennt dich nicht, mein Sankt Pauli, Sankt Pauli bei Nacht. |
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33. It's all over now, Baby Blue
| You must leave now take what you need you | think will last |
| But whatever you wish to keep you better | grab it fast |
| Yonder stands your | orphan with his | gun |
| Crying like a | fire in the | sun. |
| Look out the Saints are comin' | through |
| And | it's all over | now, Baby | Blue. |
| The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense |
| Take what you have gathered from coincidence |
| The empty handed painter from your streets |
| Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets |
| This sky too, is folding under you |
| And it's all over now, Baby Blue. |
| All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home |
| All your reindeer armies, are all going home |
| The lover who just walked out your door |
| Has taken all his blankets from the floor |
| The carpet too, is moving under you |
| And it's all over now, Baby Blue. |
| Leave your stepping stone behind, something calls for you |
| Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you |
| The vagabond who's rapping at your door |
34. Baby Please don't Go
| Baby, please don't go. |
| Baby, please don't go. |
| Baby, please don't go, Down to New Orleans; |
| You know I love you so. |
| Before I be your dog; Before I be your dog; |
| Before I be your dog, I get you way down here, |
| And let you walk alone. |
| Turn the lamp down low, Turn the lamp down low; |
| Turn the lamp down low, I beg you all night long, |
| Baby, please don't go. |
| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
| You know your man done gone, You know your man done gone; |
| You know your man done gone, Down to Californ', |
| He got the shackles on. |
| You brought me way down here, You brought me way down here; |
| You brought me way down here, 'bout to Rolling Forks, |
| You treat me like a dog. |
| Baby, please don't go, Baby, please don't go; |
| Baby, please don't go, Down to New Orleans, |
| I beg you all night long. |
35. Back in the U.S.S.R
| Flew in from Miami Beach B. | O.A.C. - | Didn't get to bed last | night |
| On the way the paperback was | on my knees - | Man I had a dreadful | flight |
| I'm back in the U.S.S. | R. | - You don't know how lucky you | are boy |
| Back in the U.S., Back in the U.S., Back in the U.S.S. | R. | / / | / | / |
| Been away so long I hardly | knew the place - | Gee it's good to be back | home |
| Leave it till tomorrow to un | pack my case - | Honey disconnect the | phone |
| I'm back in the U.S.S.R. - You don't know how lucky you are boy |
| Back in the U.S., Back in the U.S., Back in the U.S.S.R. |
| Well the | Ukraine girls really knock me out - They | leave the West behind | / / | / / | / / | / / |
| And | Moscow girls make me sing and shout |
| That | Geogia's always on my mi mi | mi mi mi mi | mind | / / | / | / (Oh come on!) |
| I'm back in the U.S.S.R. - You don't know how lucky you are boy |
| Back in the U.S., Back in the U.S., Back in the U.S.S.R. |
| Well the Ukraine girls really knock me out - They leave the West behind |
| And Moscow girls make me sing and shout - |
| That Geogia's always on my mi mi mi mi mi mi mind (Oh come on!) |
| Oh, show me to your snow-peaked mountains way down south - Lead me to your daddy's farm |
| Let me hear your balalaikais ringing out - Come and keep your comrade warm! |
| I'm back in the U.S.S.R. - You don't know how lucky you are boy |
| Back in the U.S., Back in the U.S., Back in the U.S.S.R. |
36. Bad Moon Rising
| // / | / | / | // | / | / | / | / | / |
| I see a | bad | moon a- | risin'. |
| I see | trouble's | on the | way. |
| I see | earth | quakes and | lightnin'. |
| I see | bad | times | today. |
| Don't go round tonight, it's | bound to take your life, |
| There's a | bad moon on the | rise! |
| I hear hurricanes a blowin' |
| I know the end is comin' soon. |
| I feel the river's overflowin' |
| I hear the voice of rage and ruin. |
| Don't go round tonight, it's bound to take your life, |
| There's a bad moon on the rise! |
| Hope you got your things together. |
| Hope you're quite well prepared to die. |
| Looks like we're in for nasty weather. |
| One eye is taken for an eye. |
| Don't go round tonight, it's bound to take your life, |
| There's a bad moon on the rise! |
| Don't go round tonight, it's | bound to take your life, |
| There's a | bad moon on the | rise! |
37. The Ballad Of A Crystal Man
| Walk along and | talk along, And | live your lives quite | freely. |
| But | leave our children | with their toys, Of | peppermint and | candy. |
| For | seagull, I don't | want your wings, | I don't want your | freedom, in a | lie. |
| Your thoughts they are of harlequin, Your speeches of quick-silver. |
| I read your faces like a poem, Kaleidoscope of hate words. |
| For seagull, I don't want your wings, I don't want your freedom, in a lie. |
| On the quilted battle-fields of soldiers, Dazzling made of toy tin. |
| The big bomb, like a child's hand, Could sweep them dead just so to win. |
| For seagull, I don't want your wings, I don't want your freedom, in a lie. |
| As you fill your glasses, With the wine of murdered Negroes. |
| Thinking not of beauty that, Spreads like morning sun-glow. |
| For seagull, I don't want your wings, I don't want your freedom, in a lie. |
| I pray your dreams of vivid screams, Of children dying slowly. |
| And as you polish up your guns, Your real self be re-flecting. |
| For seagull, I don't want your wings, I don't want your freedom, in a lie. |
| Vietnam; your latest game, You're playing with your blackest Queen. |
| Damn your souls and curse your grins, I stand here with a fading dream. |
| For seagull, I don't want your wings, I don't want your freedom, in a lie. |
38. Day-O (Banana Boat Song)
| Day-oh, Day-oh; |
| Daylight come an' I | wanna go | home. |
| Day-oh, Day-oh; |
| Daylight come an' I | wanna go | home. |
| Six han' seven han' eight han' bunch! |
| Daylight come an' I | wanna go | home. |
| Six han' seven han' eight han' bunch! |
| Daylight come an' I | wanna go | home. |
| Come mister tally man tally me banana. |
| Daylight come an' I | wanna go | home. |
| Come mister tally man tally me banana. |
| Daylight come an' I | wanna go | home. |
| Day-oh, Day-oh; |
| Daylight come an' I | wanna go | home. |
| Day-oh, Day-oh; |
| Daylight come an' I | wanna go | home. |
39. Banks of the Ohio
| I asked my | love,to take a | walk; Take a | walk, just a little | walk. |
| Down be | side where the waters | flow; Down by the | banks | of the Ohi | o. |
| And only | say, that you'll be | mine. In no others arms en | twine. |
| Down be | side where the waters f | low, down by the | banks | of the Ohi | o. |
| I held a | knife against her | breast, as in | to my arms she | pressed. |
| She cried: " | Oh Willie, don't murder | me, I'm not pre | pared | for eterni | ty". |
| And only | say, that you'll be | mine. In no others arms en | twine. |
| Down be | side where the waters f | low, down by the | banks | of the Ohi | o. |
| I started | home 'tween twelve and | one, I cried: "My | God, what have I | done? |
| Killed the | only woman I | loved, because she | would | not be my | bride". |
| And only | say, that you'll be | mine. In no others arms en | twine. |
| Down be | side where the waters f | low, down by the | banks | of the Ohi | o. |
40. Barbara Ann
| Ba-ba-ba-ba-Barbara Ann - Ba-ba-ba-ba-Barbara Ann |
| Oh Barbara | Ann, take my | hand - Barbara | Ann: |
| You got me | rockin' and a-rollin' - | Rockin' and a-reelin', |
| Barbara | Ann - Ba-ba-ba-Barbara Ann |
| Went to a dance lookin' for romance |
| Saw Barbara Ann, so I thought I'd take a chance |
| Barbara | Ann, come take my | hand |
| You got me | rockin' and a-rollin' - | Rockin' and a-reelin', |
| Barbara | Ann - Ba-ba-ba-Barbara Ann |
| Ba-ba-ba-ba-Barbara Ann - Ba-ba-ba-ba-Barbara Ann |
| Oh Barbara Ann, take my hand - Barbara Ann: |
| You got me rockin' and a-rollin' - Rockin' and a-reelin', |
| Barbara Ann - Ba-ba-ba-Barbara Ann |
| Tried Peggy Sue, tried Peggy Sue |
| Tried Peggy Sue, but I knew she wouldn't do! |
| Barbara Ann, come take my hand, |
| You got me rockin' and a-rollin' - Rockin' and a-reelin', |
| Barbara Ann - Ba-ba-ba-Barbara Ann |
| Ba-ba-ba-ba-Barbara Ann - Ba-ba-ba-ba-Barbara Ann |
| Oh Barbara Ann, take my hand - Barbara Ann: |
| You got me rockin' and a-rollin' - Rockin' and a-reelin', |
| Barbara Ann - Ba-ba-ba-Barbara Ann |
| Barbara Ann, Barbara Ann - Barbara Ann, Barbara Ann |
| Barbara Ann, Barbara Ann - | Barbara Ann, Barbara Ann |
| You got me | rockin' and a-rollin' - | Rockin' and a-reelin', |
| Barbara | Ann - Ba-ba-ba-Barbara Ann |
41. Behind Blue Eyes
| No one knows what it's | like, to be the | bad man |
| To be the | sad man, be | hind blue eyes! |
| No one knows what it's | like to be | hated, |
| To be | fated, to telling | only lies! |
| But my | dre | ams, they aren't as | empty |
| As my | conscience | seems to | be |
| I have | hours, only | lonely |
| My love is | vengeance that's never | free |
| No one knows what it's like to feel these feelings |
| Like I do, and I blame you |
| No one bites back as hard on their anger |
| None of my pain and woe, can show through |
| When my fist | clenches | crack it | open |
| Before I | use it and | lose my | cool |
| When I | smile | tell me some | bad news |
| Before I | laugh and | act like a | fool |
| And if I | swallow | anything | evil |
| Stick your | finger | down my | throat |
| And if I | shiver please | give me a | blanket |
| Keep me | warm let me | wear your | coat |
| No one knows what it's like, to be the bad man |
| To be the sad man, behind blue eyes |
42. Bella Ciao (deutsch)
| Eines Morgens in aller Frühe |
| Bella | ciao, bella ciao, Bella ciao, ciao, ciao! |
| |: Eines | Morgens in aller | Frühe |
| Trafen | wir auf unsern | Feind! | :| |
| Ihr Partisanen, kommt nehmt mich mit euch |
| Bella ciao, bella ciao, Bella ciao, ciao, ciao! |
| |: Ihr Partisanen, kommt nehmt mich mit euch |
| Denn ich fühl': der Tod ist nah! :| |
| Und wenn ich sterbe, oh ihr Genossen, |
| Bella ciao, bella ciao, Bella ciao, ciao, ciao! |
| |: Wenn ich sterbe, oh ihr Genossen, |
| Bringt mich dann zur letzten Ruh! :| |
| In den Schatten der kleinen Blume |
| Bella ciao, bella ciao, Bella ciao, ciao, ciao! |
| |: Einer zarten, ganz kleinen Blume |
| In die Berge bringt mich dann! :| |
| Und die Leute, die geh'n vorüber, |
| Bella ciao, bella ciao, Bella ciao, ciao, ciao! |
| |: Und die Leute, die geh'n vorüber, |
| Seh'n die kleine Blume steh'n! :| |
| Und diese Blume, so sagen alle, |
| Bella ciao, bella ciao, Bella ciao, ciao, ciao! |
| |: Ist die Blume des Partisanen |
| Der für uns're Freiheit starb! :| |
43. Belle Isle
| One | evening for pleasure I | rambled to view the | fair fields | all a | lone. |
| Down by the banks of | Loch Eiron where | beauty and pleasure were | known. |
| I | spied a fair maid at her | labour which | caused me to stay for a | while. |
| And I thought of a | goddess of | beauty | bloomin bright | star of bright | isle. |
| I | humbled | myself to her | beauty "Fair | maiden, where | do you be- | long? |
| Are | you from | heaven de | scended a | biding in | cupids fair | throne?" |
| "Young | man, I will tell you a | secret It's | true I'm a maid that is | poor. |
| And to | part from my vows and my | promise Is | more than my heart can | endure. |
| There | fore I re | main at my ser | vice And | go through all my hardship and | toil |
| And | wait for the | lad that has | left me All | alone on the | banks of belle | isle". |
| "Young | maiden I | wish not to | banter It's | true I come | here in dis | guise. |
| I came | here to ful | fill our last | promise And | hope to give you a sur | prise. |
| I've | known you're a maid I love | dearly And you've | been in my | heart all the | while. |
| For | me there is | no other | damsel Than my | bloomin bright | star of belle | isle". |
44. Better Things
| Here's | wishing you the | bluest sky |
| hoping something | better comes to | morrow, |
| Hoping all the | verses rhyme, |
| And the | very best of | choruses too. |
| Follow all the | doubt and sadness |
| I know that better | things are on their | way. |
| Here's hoping that the days ahead |
| Won't be as bitter as the ones behind you. |
| Be an optimist instead, |
| And somehow happiness will find you. |
| Forget what happened yesterday, |
| I know that better things are on their way. |
| It's really good to see you | rocking out and | having | fun, |
| Living like you've | just be | gun. |
| Accepting life for | what it | brings, |
| I hope tomorrow | you find | better | things. |
| I hope tomorrow | you find better | things. |
| Here's wishing you the bluest sky |
| And hoping something better comes tomorrow. |
| Hoping all the verses rhyme, |
| And the very best of choruses too. |
| Follow all the drudge and sadness |
| I know that better things are on the way. |
| I know you've got a lot of good things happ'ning up ahead. |
| The past is gone, it's all been said. |
| So here's to what the future brings, |
| I hope tomorrow you find better things. |
| I hope tomorrow you find better things. |
45. Big River
| Now I | taught the weeping willow how to cry, |
| and I showed the clouds how to cover up a | clear blue | sky. |
| And the | tears that I cried for that woman are gonna | flood you Big River. |
| Then | I'm gonna sit right | here until I | die. |
| I met her accidentally in St. Paul Minnesota. |
| And it tore me up ev'ry time I heard her drawl, Southern drawl. |
| Then I heard my dream was back downstream cavortin' in Davenport, |
| And I followed you, Big River, when you called. |
| Then you took me to St. Louis later on down the river. |
| A freighter said she's been here but she's gone, boy, she's gone. |
| I found her trail in Memphis, but she just walked up the block. |
| She raised a few eyebrows and then she went on down alone. |
| Now, won't you batter down by Baton Rouge, River Queen, roll it on. |
| Take that woman on down to New Orleans, New Orleans. |
| Go on, I've had enough; dump my blues down in the gulf. |
| She loves you, Big River, more than me. |
| Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry... |
46. Bird on the Wire
| Like a | bird on the | wire, like a | drunk in a midnight | choir, |
| I have | tried in my | way to be | free. |
| Like a | worm on a | hook, like a | knight from some old-fashioned | book, |
| I have | saved all my | ribbons for | thee. |
| If I, if I have been un | kind, |
| I hope that you can just let it go | by. |
| If I, if I have been un | true, |
| I hope you know it was never to | you. |
| Like a | baby still | born, like a | beast with his | horn, |
| I have | torn every | one who reached out for | me. |
| But I | swear by this | song and by | all that I have done | wrong! |
| I will make it | all up to | thee. |
| I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden | crutch. |
| He said to me, "You must not ask for so | much." |
| And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened | door, |
| She cried to me, "Hey, why not ask for | more?" |
| Like a | bird on the | wire, like a | drunk in a midnight | choir, |
| I have | tried in my | way to be | free |
47. Birthday
| You say it's your birthday, | It's my birthday too, yeah! |
| They say it's your birthday, | We're gonna have a good time! |
| I'm glad it's your birthday, | Happy birthday to you. |
| Yes, we're goin' to a party, party, | Yes, we're goin' to a party, party, |
| Yes, we're goin' to a party, party. |
| ( bass ) I would | like you to dance; | (Birthday) Take a | cha-cha-cha-chance! |
| (Birthday) I would | like you to dance; | (Birthday) | Da-a-a-ance! |
| You say it's your birthday, It's my birthday too, yeah! |
| They say it's your birthday, We're gonna have a good time! |
| I'm glad it's your birthday, Happy birthday to you. |
48. Black Magic Woman
| Got a black magic | woman,got a black magic wo | man, |
| Yes, I've got a | black magic woman, got me so blind I can't | see, |
| that she's a | black magic woman and she's | try'in to make a devil out of | me. |
| Don't turn your back on me baby, don't turn your back on me baby, |
| Yes, don't turn your back on me baby, stop messin' around with your tricks. |
| Don't turn your back on me baby, 'cause you just might pick up my magic sticks. |
| You got your spell on me baby, you got your spell on me baby, |
| Yes, you got your spell on me, baby, turnin' my heart into stone. |
| I need you so bad, magic woman, I can't leave you alone. |
| Yes, I need you so bad; I need you, darlin'; I need you, darlin'. |
| Yes, I want you to love me; I want you to love me. Oh, Yeah! Oh-oh, yeah; |
| Yes, I need your love; Oh, I need your love so bad, I need your love... |
49. Blowin' in the Wind
| How many | roads must a | man walk | down be | fore you | call him a | man? |
| How many | seas must a | white dove | sail be | fore she | sleeps in the | sand? |
| How many | times must the | cannonballs | fly be | fore they are | forever | banned? |
| The | answer, my | friend, is | blowin' in the | wind, |
| The | answer is | blowin' in the | wind. |
| How many years can a mountain exist before it is washed to the sea? |
| How many years can some people exist before the're allowed to be free? |
| How many times can a man turn his head, pretending he just doesn't see? |
| The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, |
| The answer is blowin' in the wind. |
| How many times must a man look up before he can see the sky? |
| How many ears must one man have before he can hear people cry? |
| How many deaths will it take 'till he knows that too many people have died? |
| The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, |
| The answer is blowin' in the wind. |
50. Blue Suede Shoes
| Well it's a | one for the money, | two for the show |
| Three to get ready, now | go cat go but | don't you step on my blue suede | shoes |
| You can | do anything but lay | off of my blue suede | shoes |
| Well you can | knock me down, | step in my face |
| Slander my name all | over the place and | do anything that you want to do |
| But | ah ah honey lay | off of my shoes and | don't you step on my blue suede | shoes |
| You can | do anything but lay | off of my blue suede | shoes |
| Well you can | burn my house, | steal my car |
| Drink my liquor from an | old fruit jar and | do anything that you want to do |
| But | ah ah honey lay off of my shoes and | don't you step on my blue suede | shoes |
| You can | do anything but lay | off of my blue suede | shoes |
| Well it's a | one for the money, | two for the show |
| Three to get ready, now | go cat go but | don't you step on my blue suede | shoes |
| You can | do anything but lay | off of my blue suede | shoes |
| Blue blue blue suede shoes | Blue blue blue suede shoes |
| Blue blue blue suede shoes | Blue blue blue suede shoes |
| You can | do anything but lay | off of my blue suede | shoes |
51. Blueberry Hill
| I found my | thrill - On Blueberry | Hill, |
| On Blueberry | Hill, When I found | you. |
| The | moon stood | still - On Blueberry | Hill, |
| And lingered un | til - My dreams came | true. |
| The | wind in the | willow play | ed |
| Love's | sweet melo | dy. |
| But | all of those | vows you | made |
| Were | never to | be. |
| Tho' we're a | part, You're part of me | still; |
| For you were my | thrill - On BlueBerry | Hill. |
| The | wind in the | willow play | ed |
| Love's | sweet melo | dy. |
| But | all of those | vows you | made |
| Were | never to | be. |
| Tho' we're a | part, You're part of me | still; |
| For you were my | thrill - On BlueBerry | Hill. |
52. Boat On The River
| Take me back to my boat on the river, |
| I | need to go down, I | need to come down. |
| Take me back to my boat on the river |
| and | I won’t cry | out any | more. |
| Time stand still as I gaze in water, |
| she eases me down, touching me gently, |
| with the waters that flow past my boat on the river, |
| so I don’t cry out anymore. |
| Oh the | river is wise the | river it touches |
| my | life like the waves on the | sand; |
| and | all roads lead to tran | quility base |
| where the | frown on my face disap | pears. |
| Take me down to my boat on the river |
| and | I won’t cry | out any | more. |
| Oh the river is wise the river it touches |
| my life like the waves on the sand; |
| and all roads lead to tranquility base |
| where the frown on my face disappears. |
| Take me down to my boat on the river |
| I need to go down, won’t you let me go down |
| Take me back to my boat on the river |
| and I won’t cry out anymore. |
53. Bobby Brown
| Hey there, people, I'm Bobby Brown - They | say I'm the cutest boy in town. |
| My | car is fast, my teeth is shiney - I | tell all the girls they can kiss my heinie. |
| Here I am at a famous school - I'm | dressin' sharp 'n' I'm acting cool. |
| I got a | cheerleader here - wants to help with my paper - | Let her do all the work 'n' maybe later I'll rape her. |
| Oh | God I am the American dream, I | do not think I'm | too extreme. |
| An' I'm a | handsome sonofa | bitch - I'm | gonna get a good job'n' be real rich! ( | get a good, get a good ...) |
| Women's liberation came | creepin' all across the nation; |
| I | tell you people, I was not ready when I | fucked that dyke by the name of Freddie. |
| She | made a little speech then - aaw, she | tried to make me say when. |
| She had my | balls in a vice, but she left the dick I | guess it's still hooked on, but now it shoots too quick. |
| Oh | God I am the American dream, But | now I smell like | Vaseline. |
| An' I'm a | miserable sonofa | bitch - Am I a | boy or a lady? I don't know which! ( | I wonder, wonder ...) |
| So I | went out'n' bought me a leisure suit I | jingle my change, but I'm still kinda' cute |
| Got a | job doin' radio promo an' | none of the jocks can even tell I'm a homo |
| E | ventually me'n' a friend sorta | drifted along into S and M |
| I can | take about an hour on the tower of power | long as I get's little golden shower |
| Oh | God I am the American dream - With a | spindle up my butt till it | makes me scream |
| An' I'll do | anything to get a | head - I | lay awake nights sayin', "Thank you, Fred" |
| Oh | God, Oh God, I'm so fantastic! | Thanks to Freddie, I'm a | sexual spastic |
| And my | name is Bobby | Brown - | Watch me now; I'm goin' down |
54. Bonanza
| The claim we hold is a good as gold Bonanza! |
| Hand in hand we built this land The Ponderosa | Ranch |
| Our birthright is this Cartright Bonanza! |
| We here belong and standin' strong wrong ain't got a | chance |
| Day by day, | work or play, | finish side by | side |
| Hello friend, | come on in, the | gate is | open | wide |
| Bound to be a fightin' free Bonanza! |
| Swingin' pines are boundary lines for the Ponderosa | Ranch |
| Every tree and flower is part of our Bonanza! |
| The stars of night, and the mornin' light, water in the branch |
| We ride along four men strong together |
| Every plain and ridge is our heritage, The Ponderosa Ranch |
| Day by day, work or play, finish side by side |
| Hello friend, come on in, the gate is open wide |
| Bound to be a fightin' free Bonanza! |
| Swingin' pines are boundary lines for the Ponderosa Ranch |
55. Born To Be Wild
| Get your motor runnin' - Head out on the highway. |
| Lookin' for adventure - In whatever comes our way. |
| Yeah, | darlin' gonna | make it happen, | Take the | world in a | love embrace. |
| Fire | all of the | guns at once and | ex- | plode into | space! |
| I like smoke and lightnin' - Heavy metal thunder. |
| Wrestlin' with the wind - And the feelin' that I'm under. |
| Yeah, darlin' gonna make it happen, Take the world in a love embrace |
| Fire all of the guns at once and explode into space! |
| Like a | true nature's child - We were | born, born to be wild. |
| We could | climb so high, | I never wanna | die. |
| Born to be | wild, | Born to be | wild. |
| Get your motor runnin' - Head out on the highway. |
| Lookin' for adventure - In whatever comes our way. |
| Yeah, darlin' gonna make it happen, Take the world in a love embrace |
| Fire all of the guns at once and explode into space! |
| Like a true nature's child - We were born, born to be wild. |
| We could climb so high, I never wanna die. |
| Born to be wild, Born to be wild. |
56. Born Under A Bad Sign
| Born under a bad sign - | I've been down since I began to crawl |
| If it wasn't for bad luck | - | I wouldn't have no luck at all |
| Bad luck and trouble's my only friend |
| I've been down ever since I was ten |
| Born under a bad sign - | I've been down since I began to crawl |
| If it wasn't for bad luck | - | I wouldn't have no luck at all |
| I can't read, never learned how to write |
| My whole life is one big fight |
| Born under a bad sign - | I've been down since I began to crawl |
| If it wasn't for bad luck | - | I wouldn't have no luck at all |
| Oh wine and women is all I crave |
| A big legged woman's gonna carry me to my grave |
| Born under a bad sign - | I've been down since I began to crawl |
| If it wasn't for bad luck | - | I wouldn't have no luck at all |
| Bad luck and trouble's my only friend |
| I've been down ever since I was ten |
| Born under a bad sign - | I've been down since I began to crawl |
| If it wasn't for bad luck | - | I wouldn't have no luck |
| If it wasn't for real bad luck | - | I w | ouldn't have no luck at all |
| Born under a bad sign - | Born under a bad sign |
57. Brain Damage
| - The lunatic is on the | grass, | - The lunatic is on the | grass, |
| - Rememb´ring games and | daisy chains and laughs, |
| Got to keep the loonies on the path. |
| - The lunatic is in the hall,- The lunatics are in my hall. |
| - The paper holds their folded faces to the floor, |
| And ev´ry day the paper boy brings more. |
| And if the | dam breaks open many years too soon, |
| And if there is no | room upon the hill. |
| And if your head explodes with dark, fore | bodings , too, |
| - I´ll | see you on the | dark side of the moon. |
| - The lunatic is in my head, "HaHaHaHa" - The lunatic is in my head. |
| - You raise the blade, - You make the change - You rearange me till I´m sane. |
| - You lock the door, -And throw away the key |
| - There´s someone in my head but it´s not me. |
| - And if the cloud bursts thunder in your ear, - You shout and no one seems to hear, |
| - And if the band you´re in starts playin´diff´rent tunes, |
| -I´ll see you on the dark side of the moon. |
58. Breathe
| Breathe, breathe in the | air - | Don't be afraid to | care |
| Leave but don't leave | me - | Look around and chose your own | ground |
| For | long you live and high you fly - And | smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry |
| And | all you touch and all you see - Is | all your life will | ever | be |
| Run, run, rabbit, | run - | Dig that hole, forget the | sun, |
| And when at last the work is | done - | Don't sit down it's time to start an | other one |
| For | long you live and high you fly - But | only if you ride the tide |
| And | balanced on the biggest wave - You | race toward an | early | grave. |
| Home, home a | gain - | I like to be there when | UI can |
| When I come in cold and | tired - | It's good to warm my bones beside | the fire |
| Far away across the field - The | tolling of the iron bell |
| Calls the faithful to their knees - To | hear the softly spoken | magic | spells. |
59. Bring It On Home To Me
| If you | ever change your | mind about | leaving, leaving me be | hind, |
| Oh, | bring it to me, | bring your sweet | lovin', |
| bring it on home to | me, yeah, | yeah, | yeah. |
| I know I laughed, when you left. But I know now, I only hurt myself. |
| Oh, bring it to me, bring your sweet lovin', |
| bring it on home to me, yeah, yeah, yeah. |
| I'll give you jewelry and money, too, that ain't all I'll do for you. |
| Oh, bring it to me, bring your sweet lovin', |
| bring it on home to me, yeah, yeah, yeah. |
| You know I'll always be your slave, 'til im buried, buried in my grave. |
| Oh, bring it to me, bring your sweet lovin', |
| bring it on home to me, yeah, yeah, yeah. |
| I tried to treat you right, but you stayed out, stayed out tonight. But I forgive you: |
| Bring it to me, bring your sweet lovin', |
| bring it on home to me, yeah, yeah, yeah. |
60. Brown Sugar
| |: - - | / | / | | | / / | /' /' | /' /' | :| (3x) |
| |: | / | / / / | / / | / | / / / | / / | / / / | / / / | / | / / / | / / | :| |
| Gold coast slave ship bound for cotton fields, | sold in a market down in New Orleans. |
| Scarred old slaver know he's doin' alright, | hear him whip the women | just around midnight: |
| Brown Sugar | - how come you | taste so | good. |
| Brown Sugar | - just like a | young girl | should. |
| / | / / / | / / | / | / / / | / / | / / / | / / / | / | / / / | / / |
| Drums beating, cold English blood runs hot, lady of the house wond'ring where it's gonna stop. |
| Houseboy knows that he's doin' alright, you should have heard him just around midnight: |
| Brown Sugar - how come you taste so good. Brown Sugar - just like a young girl should. |
| |: | / | / | / / / | / / | / | / / / | / / | / / / | / / / | / | / / / | / | :| (4x) | / | / / / |
| Brown Sugar - how come you taste so good. Brown Sugar - just like a young girl should. |
| I bet your mama was a tent show queen and all her boyfriends were sweet sixteen. |
| I'm no schoolboy but I know what I like, you should have heard me just around midnight: |
| Brown Sugar - how come you taste so good. Brown Sugar - just like a young girl should. |
61. Bruttosozialprodukt
| Wenn | früh am Morgen die Werkssirene dröhnt |
| Und die | Stechuhr beim Stechen lustvoll stöhnt; |
| In der Mon | tagehalle die Neonsonne strahlt |
| Und der | Gabelstaplerführer mit der Stapelgabel prahlt: |
| Ja | dann wird wieder in die Hände gespuckt, |
| Wir | steigern das Bruttosozialprodukt; |
| Ja, ja, | jetzt wird wieder in die Hände gespuckt! |
| Die | Krankenschwester kriegt 'nen Riesenschreck: |
| Schon | wieder ist ein Kranker weg! |
| Sie | amputierten ihm sein letztes Bein |
| Und | jetzt kniet er sich wieder mächtig rein! |
| Ja jetzt wird wieder in die Hände gespuckt, |
| Wir steigern das Bruttosozialprodukt; |
| Ja, ja, jetzt wird wieder in die Hände gespuckt! |
| Wenn sich Opa am Sonntag auf sein Fahrrad schwingt |
| Und heimlich in die Fabrik eindringt, |
| Dann hat Oma Angst, daß er zusammenbricht, |
| Denn Opa macht heute wieder Sonderschicht: |
| Ja jetzt wird wieder in die Hände gespuckt, |
| Wir steigern das Bruttosozialprodukt; |
| Ja, ja, jetzt wird wieder in die Hände gespuckt! |
| An Weihnachten liegen alle rum und sagen: Puuh! |
| Der Abfalleimer geht schon nicht mehr zu, |
| Die Gabentische werden immer bunter, |
| Und am Mittwoch kommt die Müllabfuhr |
| Und holt den ganzen Plunder - und sagt: |
| Ja jetzt wird wieder in die Hände gespuckt, |
| Wir steigern das Bruttosozialprodukt; |
| Ja, ja, jetzt wird wieder in die Hände gespuckt! |
| Wenn früh am Morgen die Werkssirene dröhnt |
| Und die Stechuhr beim Stechen lustvoll stöhnt: |
| Dann hat einen nach dem andern die Arbeitswut gepackt |
| Und jetzt singen sie zusammen im Arbeitstakt, Takt, Takt: |
| Ja jetzt wird wieder in die Hände gespuckt, |
| Wir steigern das Bruttosozialprodukt; |
| Ja, ja, jetzt wird wieder in die Hände gespuckt! |
62. The Continuing Story of Bungalow Bill
| Hey | Bungalow | Bill, | what did you | kill, | Bungalow | Bill? |
| Hey | Bungalow | Bill, | what did you | kill, | Bungalow | Bill? |
| He | went out tiger | hunting with his | elephant and gun. |
| In case of | accidents he | always took his mom. |
| He's the | all american | bullet headed | saxon mother's | son! |
| All the children sing | : | Hey | Bungalow | Bill, | what did you | kill, | Bungalow | Bill? |
| Hey | Bungalow | Bill, | what did you | kill, | Bungalow | Bill? |
| Deep in the | jungle where the | mighty tiger lies |
| Bill and his | elephant were | taken by surprise. |
| So Captain | Marvel zapped him | right between the | eyes! |
| All the children sing | : | Hey | Bungalow | Bill, | what did you | kill, | Bungalow | Bill? |
| Hey | Bungalow | Bill, | what did you | kill, | Bungalow | Bill? |
| The children | asked him if to | kill was not a sin? |
| "Not when he | looked so fierce" his | mommy butted in! |
| If looks could | kill it would have been | us instead of | him! |
| All the children sing | : | Hey | Bungalow | Bill, | what did you | kill, | Bungalow | Bill? |
| Hey | Bungalow | Bill, | what did you | kill, | Bungalow | Bill? |
| (wh | istle | ) | - |
63. Bye Bye Johnny
| She drew out all her money at the Southern Trust |
| And put her little boy upon a Greyhound bus. |
| Leaving Louisiana for the golden west - |
| Down came the tears from her happiness. |
| Her | own little son named Johnny B. Goode - |
| Was going to | make some motion pictures out in Hollywood. |
| Bye bye bye bye, | Bye bye bye | bye; |
| Bye-bye Johnny, | Goodbye Johnny B. | Goode! |
| She remembered taking money earnt from gathering crop |
| And buying Johnny's guitar at a broker's shop. |
| As | long as he would play it by the railroad side - |
| He | wouldn't get in trouble, he was satisfied. |
| But | never thought there'd ever come a day like this - |
| When she would | have to give her son a goodbye kiss. |
| Bye bye bye bye, | Bye bye bye | bye; |
| Bye-bye Johnny, | Goodbye Johnny B. | Goode! |
| She finally got the letter she'd been dreaming of |
| Johnny wrote and told her he had fell in love. |
| As | soon as he was married he would bring her back - |
| And | build a mansion for them by the railroad track. |
| So | every time they heard the locomotive roar |
| They'd be | standing and waving in the kitchen door. |
| Bye bye bye bye, | Bye bye bye | bye; |
| Bye-bye Johnny, | Goodbye Johnny B. | Goode! |
64. Bye Bye Love
| There goes my | baby with someone | new. |
| She sure looks | happy; i sure am | blue. |
| She was my | baby till he stepped | in. |
| Goodbye to | romance that might have | been. |
| Bye bye | love. | Bye bye | happiness. | Hello | loneliness. |
| I | think i'm | gonna | cry. |
| Bye bye | love. | bye bye | sweet caress. | Hello | emptiness. |
| I | feel like | I could | die. Bye | bye, my | love, bye | bye. |
| I'm through with | romance. I'm through with | love. |
| I'm through with | counting the stars | above. |
| and here's the | reason that I'm so | free. |
| my lovin' | baby is through with | me. |
| Bye bye l | ove. | Bye bye h | appiness. | Hello | loneliness. |
| I think i'm a | gonna | cry. |
| Bye bye | love. | bye bye | sweet caress. | Hello | emptiness. |
| I | feel like | I could | die. bye | bye my | love bye | bye. |
65. California Dreamin'
| All the leaves are | brown | - | And the sky is | gray. |
| I've been for a | walk | - | On a winter's | day. |
| I'd be safe and | warm | - | If I was in L. | A. |
| California | dreamin' | - On such a winter's | day. |
| Stepped in to a church - I passed along the way. |
| Well I got down on my knees (got down on my knees) - |
| And I pretend to pray. (I pretend to pray) |
| You know the preacher likes the cold (preacher likes the cold) - |
| He knows I'm gonna stay (knows I'm gonna stay) |
| California dreamin' - On such a winter's day. |
| All the leaves are brown (all the leaves are brown) . |
| And the sky is gray. (and the sky is gray) |
| I've been for a walk (I've been for a walk) - |
| On a winter's day. (on a winter's day) |
| If I didn't tell her (if I didn't tell her) - |
| I could leave today: (I could leave today) |
| California | dreamin' | - On such a winter's | day. |
| On such a winter's | day. | - On such a winter's | day. |
| On such a winter's | day. |
66. Calm After the Storm
| Driving in a fast lane - Counting | mile marker signs. |
| The empty seat beside me- | Keeps you on my mind. |
| Living in a heartache - Was never | something I pursued |
| I can't keep on chasing - | What I can be for you. |
| Ooooh - skies are black and | blue, |
| Thinking about | you - Here in the | calm after the storm. |
| Tears on a highway - | Water in my eyes, |
| This | rain ain't gonna change us - So | what's the use to cry? |
| I can say I'm sorry - But | I don't wanna lie, |
| I just | wanna know if staying - Is | better than goodbye. |
| Ooooh - skies are black and | blue, |
| Thinking about | you - Here in the | calm after the storm. |
| Ooooh - after all that we've been | through, |
| There ain't nothin' | new - Here in the | calm after the storm. |
| Maybe I can find you - | Down this broken line, |
| Maybe you can find me - | I guess we'll know in time. |
| Ooooh - skies are black and | blue, |
| Thinking about | you - Here in the | calm after the storm. |
| There ain't nothin' | new - Here in the | calm after the storm. |
67. Can't Buy me Love
| Can't buy me | lo-o- | ove - | lo-o- | ove - Can't buy me lo- | ove |
| I'll | buy you a diamond ring, my friend, if it makes you feel allright. |
| I'll | get you anything, my friend, if it | makes you feel allright. |
| For | I don't care too | much for money - for | money can't | buy me | love! |
| I'll | give you all I've got to give if you say you love me too. |
| I | may not have a lot to give but what I've | got I'll give to you. |
| For | I don't care too | much for money, for | money can't | buy me | love! |
| Can't by me | lo-o- | ove - | Ev'ry body tells me so |
| Can't by me | lo-o- | ove - | No, no, no, | no. |
| Say you don't need no diamond ring and I'll be satisfied. |
| Tell | me that you want those kind of things that | money just can't buy! |
| For | I don't care too | much for money - for | money can't | buy me | love! |
| Can't buy me | lo-o- | ove - | lo-o- | ove - Can't buy me lo- | ove - | love! |
68. Catch the Wind
| In the | chilly hours and | minutes |
| of un | certainty I | want to be |
| in the warm hold | of your | lovin' | mind. |
| To | feel you all a | round me, |
| and to | take your hand a | long the sand, |
| Ah, | but I may as well | try and | catch the | wind. |
| De de de dee, de | De de de dee, de | De de de dee, de | Dee de | Dee |
| When sundown pales the sky |
| I want to hide a while behind your smile |
| And ev'rywhere I'd look, your eyes I'd find. |
| For me to love you now |
| would be the sweetest thing, t'would make me sing, |
| Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind. |
| De de de dee... |
| When rain has hung the leaves with tears |
| I want you near to kill my fears |
| To help me to leave all my blues behind. |
| Standin' in your heart |
| is where I want to be and long to be, |
| Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind. |
69. Celia Of The Seals
| Should you | wander this land to the | North, | - And few | seldom | do, |
| Should you | follow the song of the | gull | - To enchanted | western | isles, |
| Coax a | fisherman to take you | out | - Where the | silky seals are | seen, |
| Hear the | stories that they tell a | bout | - The | maiden who is their | queen, |
| The | maiden who is their | queen. |
| Celia of the | seals, | - She | knows just how they | feel, - | Celia of the | seals. |
| |: | Oy, | Yada Noy, Yada Noya; | Oy, | Yada Noy, Yada Nay. | :| |
| Seal | hunters are not brave and | bold, | - They murder her | poor wee | seals. |
| And | cut off their skins to be | sold, | - Cursed be | he who | deals. |
| There's no | reason for this slaughte | ring, | - They're | left on the | rocks to | bleed. |
| He's | not a man who does this | thing, | - It's a | cruel and a heartless | deed, |
| A | cruel and heartless | deed. |
| |: | Celia of the | seals, | - She | knows just how they | feel, |
| Celia of the | seals. | - | Celia of the | seals. | :| |
| Celia of the | seals. |
| |: | Oy, | Yada Noy, Yada Noya; | Oy, | Yada Noy, Yada Nay. | :| |
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70. Les champs élysées
| Je m' | baladais sur l' | avenue, | le coeur ouvert à l' | inconnu. |
| J' | avais envie de | dire bonjour à n' | importe | qui |
| N' | importe qui et | ce fut toi, je | t'ai dit n' | importe quoi, |
| Il | suffisait de | te parler, pour t' | appri | voi | ser. |
| Aux | Champs-Ély | sées, | -- | aux | Champs-Ély | sées! |
| Au soleil, | sous la pluie, | à midi ou | à minuit, |
| Il y a tout ce que | vous voulez aux | Champs- | Ély | sées. |
| Tu m'as dit "J'ai | rendez-vous dans | un sous-sol a | vec des fous, |
| Qui | vivent la | guitare à la main, du | soir au ma | tin". |
| A | lors je t'ai ac | compagnée, on | a chanté, on | a dansé |
| Et l' | on n'a même | pas pensé à | s'em | bras | ser |
| Aux Champs-Élysées, -- aux Champs-Élysées! |
| Au soleil, sous la pluie, à midi ou à minuit, |
| Il y a tout ce que vous voulez aux Champs-Élysées. |
| Hi | er soir deux | inconnus et | ce matin sur l' | avenue, |
| Deux | amoureux tout | étourdis par | la longue | nuit. |
| Et | de l'Étoile à | la Concorde, un | orchestre à | mille cordes, |
| Tous | les oiseaux du | point du jour, chan | tent | l'a | mour |
| Aux Champs-Élysées... |
71. Child in Time
| Sweet Child in time - | You'll see the line. |
| The line that's drawn between - | The good and the bad. |
| See the blind man - | Shooting at the world: |
| Bullets flying - | Taking toll. |
| If you've been bad, | Lord I bet you have, |
| And you've not been hit - | By flying lead. |
| You'd better close your eyes, | And bow your head |
| Wait for the ricochet. |
| Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah... |
| Sweet child in time - You'll see the line |
| The line that's drawn - Between the good and the bad. |
| See the blind man - Shooting at the world |
| Bullets flying - Taking toll. |
| If you've been bad, Lord I bet you have, |
| And you've not been hit - By flying lead. |
| You'd better close your eyes - And bow your head |
| And wait for the ricochet. |
72. City of New Orleans
| Riding on the | City of New | Orleans, | Illinois Central, | Monday morning | rail. |
| Fifteen cars and | fifteen restless | riders, Three | conductors, and | twenty-five sacks of | mail. |
| All | slong the southbound odyssey -- The | train pulls out of Kankakee |
| And | rolls along the houses, farms and | fields. |
| Passing trains that have no name -- And | freight yards full of old black men |
| And | graveyards of the | rusted auto | mobiles. |
| Good morning | America, how | are you? Say | don't you know me, | I'm your native | son. |
| I'm the | train they call the | City of New | Orleans, I'll be | gone five | hundred | miles when the day is | done. |
| Dealing card games with the old men in the club cars, A penny a point, ain't no one keeping score. |
| Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle, And feel the wheels rumbling 'neath the floor. |
| And the sons of Pullman porters -- And the sons of engineers |
| Ride their fathers' magic carpet made of steel. |
| Mothers with their babes asleep -- Rocking to the gentle beat |
| And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel. |
| Good morning America, how are you? Say don't you know me, I'm your native son. |
| I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans, I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done. |
| Nighttime on the City of New Orleans, Changing cars in Memphis, Tennesee. |
| Halfway home, and we'll be there by morning, Through the Misissippi darkness, rolling down to the sea. |
| But all the towns and people seem -- To fade into a bad dream |
| The steel rail still ain't heard the news. |
| The conductor sings his songs again -- The passengers will please refrain |
| This train's got the disappearin' railroad blues. |
| Goodnight America, how are you? Say don't you know me, I'm your native son. |
| I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans, I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done. |
73. Cold Cold Ground
| Crest fallen sidekick in an | old cafe |
| never | slept with a dream before he | had to go away |
| there's a | bell in the tower uncle | Ray bought a round |
| Never | worry 'bout the army |
| in the cold | cold | ground |
| Cold cold | ground |
| Cold cold | ground |
| Cold cold | ground |
| Now don't be a cry baby when there's wood in the shed |
| there's a bird in the chimeny and a stone in my bed |
| when the road's washed out they pass a bottle around |
| and waits in the arms |
| of the cold cold . . . |
| there's a ribbon in the willow and a tire swing rope |
| and a briar patch of berries takin' over the slope |
| the cat'll sleep in the mailbox and we'll never go to town |
| till we bury every dream |
| in the cold cold . . . |
| Gimme a Winchester rifle and a whole box of shells |
| blow the roof of the goat barn let it roll down the hill |
| the piano is firewood Times Square is a dream |
| I find we lay down together |
| in the cold cold . . . |
| Call the cops on the Breadloves bring a bible and a rope |
| and a whole box of rebel and a bar of soap |
| make a pile of trunk tires |
| and burn 'em all down bring a dollar with you baby |
| in the cold cold . . . |
| Take a weather vane rooster throw rocks at his head |
| stop talking to the neighbors till we all go dead |
| beware of my temper and the dog that I found |
| break all the windows |
| in the cold cold . . . |
74. Colours
| Yellow is the colour of my true loves hair - |
| in the | morning when we | rise; |
| in the | morning when we | rise: |
| That's the | time, that's the | time I love the | best. |
| Blue is the colour of the sky-y-y - |
| in the morning when we rise; |
| in the morning when we rise: |
| That's the time, that's the time I love the best. |
| Green is the colour of the sparklin' corn - |
| in the morning when we rise; |
| in the morning when we rise: |
| That's the time, that's the time I love the best. |
| Mellow is the feelin' that I get - |
| when I see her Mmhmm; |
| when I see her A-ha: |
| That's the time, that's the time I love the best. |
| Freedom is a word I rarely use - |
| Without thinkin' Mmhmm; |
| without thinkin' Mmhmm: |
| of the time, of the time when I've been loved. |
75. Come Away, Melinda
| Daddy, | daddy, come and look! | See what | I have found |
| A little ways | away from here, |
| While d | igging in the ground. |
| Come a | way Melinda. | Come in and | close the door. |
| It's nothing, | just a picture book | they had before | the war. |
| Daddy, | daddy, come and see! | Daddy | come and look! |
| Why there's four or | five little Melinda girls |
| Inside | my picture book. |
| Come a | way Melinda. | Come in and | close the door. |
| There were lots | of little girls like you | before they had | the w | ar |
| Oh daddy, | daddy, come and see! | Daddy | hurry do! |
| Why there's som | eone in a pretty dress, |
| She's all grown | up like you. Won't you | tell me why? |
| Come a | way Melinda. | Come in and c | lose the door. |
| That som | eone is your mommy | you | had before the | war. |
| Daddy, d | addy, | tell me | if you can. |
| Why can't things be | the way they were | be | fore the war began? |
| Come a | way Melinda. | Come in and c | lose the door. |
| The answer lies | in yesterday | before they had the | war. |
76. Coming into Los Angeles
| Coming in from London from | over the pole |
| Flying in a | big air | liner. |
| Chickens flyin' everywhere a | round the plane, |
| Could we ever | feel much | finer! |
| Coming into Los Ange | les, | Bringing in a couple of | keys- |
| Don't touch my bags if you | please Mr. | Customs | man! |
| There's a guy with a ticket to | Mexico, |
| No, he couldn't | look much | stranger. |
| Walking in the hall with his | things and all, |
| Smiling said he | was the Lone | Ranger. |
| Coming into Los Ange | les, | Bringing in a couple of | keys- |
| Don't touch my bags if you | please Mr. | Customs | man! |
| Hip woman walking on the | moving floor, |
| Tripping on the | esca | lator. |
| There's a man in the line and she's | blowing his mind, |
| Thinking that he's | already | made her. |
| Coming into Los Ange | les, | Bringing in a couple of | keys- |
| Don't touch my bags if you | please Mr. | Customs | man! |
77. Complicated Life
| Well I | woke up this morning with a pain in my neck, A | pain my heart, and a pain my chest, |
| I | went to the doctor and the good doctor said: |
| You gotta | slow down your life or you're gonna be dead, |
| " | Cut out the struggle and | strife, It only | complicates your | life." |
| Well I | cut down women, I cut down booze, |
| Stopped | iron' my shirts, cleaning my shoes, |
| Stopped | going to work and stopped reading the news, |
| Sitting | twiddling my thumbs 'cos I got nothing to do, |
| Minimal exer | cise To help un | complicate my | life, |
| Gotta stand and face it, life is so complicated! |
| Ladi dah di | dah dah, Ladi dah di | dah dah, |
| Got to get a | way from the complicated | life | son! |
| Life is over | rated, life is compli | cated |
| Must alev | iate this complicated | life |
| " | Cut down the struggle and | strife, It's such a | complicated | life." |
| Like | old Mother Hubbard I got nothin' in the cupboard, |
| Got no dinner and I got no supper, | Holes in my shoes I got holes in my socks, |
| I | can't go to work 'cos I can't get a job, |
| The | bills are rising sky | high, It's such a | complicated | life, |
| Gotta stand and face it, Life is so complicated |
| Ladi dah di dah dah, Ladi dah di dah dah, Got to get away from the complicated life son! |
| Life is overrated, life is complicated Must aleviate this complicated life! |
| Ladi dah di dah dah(Life is overrated), Ladi dah di dah dah(Life is complicated), |
| Got to get away from(Got to get away) the complicated life son! |
| Life is overrated, life is complicated, Must aleviate this complicated life! |
| Got to get a | way from the complicated | life | son... |
78. Copper Kettle
| Get you a | copper | kettle, | get you a | copper | coil, |
| Fill it with | new-made | corn mash | and | never | more you'll | toil. |
| You'll just | lay there by the | juniper, | while the moon is | bright, |
| Watch them | jugs a- | filling - in the | pale moon | light. |
| Build you a | fire with | hickory, | hickory, | ash and | oak, |
| Don't use no | green or | rotten wood; | they'll | get you | by the | smoke. |
| We just | lay there by the | juniper, | while the moon is | bright, |
| Watch them | jugs a- | filling - in the | pale moon | light. |
| My | daddy, | he made | whiskey; | my granddaddy, | he did | too. |
| We ain't | paid no | whiskey | tax since | seventeen- | ninety- | two. |
| We just | lay there by the | juniper, | while the moon is | bright, |
| Watch them | jugs a- | filling - in the | pale moon | light, |
| In the | pale moon | light. |
79. Country Honk
| //// //// //// //// | //// //// //// //// | //// ///// | // | // | //// |
| I'm sittin' in a bar tippling a jar in | Jackson |
| And | on the street the | summer sun it | shines |
| There's | many a bar-room queen I've had in | Jackson |
| But I | just can't seem to | drink you | off my | mind |
| It's the | ho-ho-ho- | honky tonk | women |
| Gimme, gimme, | gimme the | honky tonk | blues |
| I laid a divorcee in New York | City |
| I h | ad to put up | some kind of a | fight |
| The | lady she all dressed me up in | roses |
| She | blew my nose and | then she | blew my | mind |
| It's the | ho-ho-ho- | honky tonk | women |
| Gimme, gimme, | gimme the | honky tonk | blues |
| It's the | ho-ho-ho- | honky tonk | women |
| Gimme, gimme, | gimme the | honky tonk b | lues |
| It's the | ho-ho-ho- | honky tonk | women |
| Gimme, gimme, | gimme the | honky tonk | blues |
80. Take me Home, Country Roads
| Almost | heaven, | West Virginia, | Blue Ridge Mountains, | Shenandoah | River. |
| Life is old there, | older than the trees, | Younger than the mountains | growing like a | breeze. |
| Country | roads, take me | home, to the | place I be | long! |
| West Vir | ginia mountain | momma, take me | home, country | roads! |
| All my | memories | gather 'round her; | Miner's lady, | stranger to blue | water. |
| Dark and dusty | painted on the sky - | Misty taste of moonshine | teardrop in my | eye. |
| Country | roads, take me | home to the | place I be | long! |
| West Vir | ginia, mountain | momma, take me | home, country | roads |
| I hear her | voice, in the | morning hour she calls me! |
| The | radio re | minds me of my | home far away. |
| And | drivin' down the | road I get a | feelin' |
| that I | Should have been home | yesterday, yester | day: |
| Country | roads, take me | home to the | place I be | long! |
| West Vir | ginia, mountain | momma, take me | home, country | roads |
81. Cowgirl In The Sand
| Hello cowgirl in the | sand, hello cowgirl in the | sand. |
| Is this place at your com | mand? |
| Can I | stay here | for a while | ? | Can I | see your | sweet, sweet | smile? |
| Old | enough, now, to | change your | name when | so many | love you, is | it the | same? |
| It's the | woman in you that makes you want to | play this | game |
| Hello ruby in the | dust, hello ruby in the | dust. |
| Has your band begun to | rust? |
| After | all the | sin we've | had | I was | hoping that | we'd turn | back |
| Old | enough, now, to | change your | name when | so many | love you, is | it the | same? |
| It's the | woman in you that makes you want to | play this | game |
| Hello, woman of my | dreams. hello woman of my | dreams |
| Is it not the way it | seems? |
| Purple | words on a | gray back | ground, | to be a | woman and to | be turned | down |
| Old | enough, now, to | change your | name when | so many | love you, is | it the | same? |
| It's the | woman in you that makes you want to | play this | game |
82. Coz I Luv You
| I won't | laugh at you when you boo-hoo-hoo coz I | luv you |
| I can | turn my back on the things you lack coz I | luv you |
| I just like the things you do m | mm, |
| don't you change the things you | do mmm |
| You get me in a spot and smile the smile you got and I luv you |
| You make me out a clown then you put me down I still luv you |
| I just like the things you do mmm, |
| don't you change the things you do mmmm |
| When you bite your lip you're gonna flip your flip but I luv you |
| When we're miles apart you still reach my heart how I love you |
| I just like the things you do mmm, |
| don't you change the things you do mmm, |
| Only time can tell if we get on well coz I luv you |
| All that's passed us by we can only sigh hihi coz I luv you |
| I just like the things you do mmm, |
| don't you change the things you do mmm. |
| la la laa la la.. |
83. Da sprach der alte Häuptling der Indianer
| Schön war sie, die Prärie, alles war wunder | bar. |
| Da kam | an, weißer | Mann, wollte | bau'n Eisen | bahn. |
| Da sprach der alte | Häuptling der In | dianer: |
| "Wild ist der Westen, | schwer ist der Be | ruf!" Hugh! |
| Da sprach der alte | Häuptling der In | dianer: |
| "Wild ist der Westen, | schwer ist der Be | ruf!" Uff! Uff! Uff! |
| Böse geht er nach Haus und er gräbt Kriegsbeil aus. |
| Seine Frau nimmt ihm keck Kriegsbeil und Lasso weg. |
| Da sprach der alte Häuptling der Indianer: |
| "Wild ist der Westen, schwer ist der Beruf!" Hugh! |
| Da sprach der alte Häuptling der Indianer: |
| "Wild ist der Westen, schwer ist der Beruf!" Uff! Uff! Uff! |
| Häuptling schrie ziemlich laut, fuhr fast aus roter Haut. |
| Seine Frau nahm sich Pfeil, stach ihn ins Hinterteil. |
| Da sprach der alte Häuptling der Indianer: |
| "Wild ist der Westen, schwer ist der Beruf!" Hugh! |
| Da sprach der alte Häuptling der Indianer: |
| "Wild ist der Westen, schwer ist der Beruf!" Uff! Uff! Uff! |
| Eisenbahn spuckte Dampf, Häuptling kam, wollte Kampf! |
| Weißer Mann sprach: "Geh her! Du bist gleich Kondukteur!" |
| Da sprach der alte Häuptling der Indianer: |
| "Wild ist der Westen, schwer ist der Beruf!" Hugh! |
| Da sprach der alte Häuptling der Indianer: |
| "Wild ist der Westen, schwer ist der Beruf!" Uff! Uff! Uff! |
84. Dandelion
| Prince or pauper, beggarman or | king; |
| Play the game with every flower you | bring. |
| Dandelions all | tell no lies - | Dandelions will | make you wise - |
| Tell me if she | laughs or cries - | Blow away dande | lion. |
| One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock, four o'clock, five. |
| Dandelions don't care about the time. |
| Dandelion don't tell no lies - Dandelion will make you wise - |
| Tell me if she laughs or cries - Blow away dandelion. |
| Blow away dande | lion. |
| So you're | holding out | just the | same, |
| You can | play the dande | lion | game. |
| When you're | finished with your childlike | prayer |
| Well you know you should wear it. |
| Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor's life; |
| Rich man, poor man, beautiful doctor's wife. |
| Dandelion won't tell no lies - Dandelion will make you wise, |
| Tell me if she laughs or cries - Blow away dandelion. |
| Blow away dandelion. |
| Little girls and boys come out to play. |
| Bring your dandelions to blow away. |
| Dandelion won't tell no lies - Dandelion will make you wise. |
| Tell me if she laughs or cries - Blow away dandelion. |
| Blow away dandel | ion. |
85. Dandy
| Dandy, Dandy, Where you gonna go now? Who you gonna run to? |
| All your | little | life - You're | chasing | all the | girls. |
| They | can't | resist your | smile. | Ohoh, they | long for - | Dandy, Dandy. |
| Checkin' out the ladies, Tickelin' their fancy, |
| Pouring out your charm - To meet your own demands, |
| And turn it off at will. Ohoh, they long for - Dandy, Dandy. |
| Knockin' on the back door, Climbing through the window, |
| Hub' is gone away, And while the cat's away, |
| The mice are gonna play. Ohoh, you're low down - Dandy, Dandy. -- Dandy |
| Dandy, you know you're | moving much too | fast, |
| And Dandy, you know you | can't escape | the past. |
| Look | around thee and see the | people settle | down, |
| And | when you're old and | grey you will re | member what they | said, |
| That | two girls are too | many, three's a | crowd and four your | dead. |
| Oh | Dandy, Dandy, When you gonna give up? Are you feeling old now? |
| You | always | will be | free, You | need | no sympa | thy, |
| A | bachelor | you will | stay, and | Dandy, | you're | all right. |
| You're all | right. -- | You're all | right. |
| You're all | right. |
86. Das Katzentatzentanzspiel
| Guck, die | Katze tanzt al | lein, tanzt und | tanzt auf einem | Bein. |
| Guck, die | Katze tanzt al | lein, tanzt und | tanzt auf einem | Bein. |
| Kam der | Igel zu der Katze: Bitte | reich mir deine Tatze! |
| Mit dem | Igel tanz ich | nicht, ist mir | viel zu stache | lig. |
| Doch der Igel neigt sich vor, sagt der Katze was ins Ohr: ... |
| Und dann | tanzen sie zu | zwei'n, über | Stock und über | Stein |
| Und dann | tanzen sie zu | zwei'n, über | Stock und über | Stein. |
| Und dann gingen beide heim. |
| |: Guck, die Katze tanzt allein, tanzt und tanzt auf einem Bein. :| |
| Kam der Hase zu der Katze: Bitte, reich mir deine Tatze! |
| Mit dem Hasen tanz ich nicht, ist mir viel zu zappelig. |
| Doch der Hase neigt sich vor, sagt der Katze was ins Ohr: ... |
| |: Und dann tanzen sie zu zwei'n, über Stock und über Stein :| |
| Und dann gingen beide heim. |
| |: Guck, die Katze tanzt allein, tanzt und tanzt auf einem Bein. :| |
| Kam der Dackel zu der Katze: Bitte, reich mir deine Tatze! |
| Mit dem Dackel tanz ich nicht, denn der tanzt so wackelig! |
| Doch der Dackel neigt sich vor, sagt der Katze was ins Ohr:... |
| |: Und dann tanzen sie zu zwei'n, über Stock und über Stein :| |
| Und dann gingen beide heim. |
| |: Guck, die Katze tanzt allein, tanzt und tanzt auf einem Bein. :| |
| Kam die Wildsau zu der Katze: Bitte, reich mir deine Tatze! |
| Mit der Wildsau tanz ich nicht, denn die grunzt so fürchterlich. |
| Doch die Wildsau neigt sich vor, sagt der Katze was ins Ohr: ... |
| |: Und dann tanzen sie zu zwei'n, über Stock und über Stein :| |
| Und dann gingen beide heim. |
| |: Guck, die Katze tanzt allein, tanzt und tanzt auf einem Bein. :| |
| Das Gespenst kam zu der Katze: bitte reich mir deine Tatze, |
| Mit dem Gespenst da tanz ich nicht, ist mir viel zu gruselig |
| Doch das Gespenst, das neigt sich vor, sagt der Katze was ins Ohr: ... |
| |: Und dann tanzen sie zu zwei'n, über Stock und über Stein :| |
| Und dann gingen beide heim. |
| |: Guck, die Katze tanzt allein, tanzt und tanzt auf einem Bein. :| |
| Kam der Kater zu der Katze, leckte ihr ganz lieb die Tatze, |
| streichelt sie und küßt sie sacht und schon hat sie mitgemacht. |
| Er bringt alle andern mit und schon tanzen sie im Schritt, |
| einmal laut und einmal leis und schon tanzen sie im Kreis. |
| Bis zum Abendsonnenschein und dann gingen alle heim. |
87. Das Lied vom Wecken
| Wenn ich zum Markt geh' dann kauf ich dir ein | Hähnchen Und das soll dich jeden Morgen wec | ken. |
| Und das Hähnchen macht Kikeriki | ki, Jeden | Morgen schon ganz | früh. |
| Wenn ich zum Markt geh' dann kauf ich dir ein Glöckchen Und das soll dich jeden Morgen wecken. |
| Und das Glöckchen macht Ding-Dong - Und das Hähnchen macht kikerikiki, Jeden Morgen schon ganz früüh. |
| Wenn ich zum Markt geh' dann kauf ich dir 'nen Wecker und der soll dich jeden Morgen wecken. |
| Und der Wecker macht Drnnn-drnnn, und das Glöcken macht Ding-dong |
| und das Hähnchen macht Kikerikiki - jeden Morgen schon ganz früh. |
| Wenn ich zum Markt geh' dann kauf ich dir 'ne Kuckucksuhr Und die soll dich jeden Morgen wecken. |
| Und die Kuckucksuhr macht Kuckuck-kuckuck, und der Wecker macht Drnnn-drnnn, |
| und das Glöcken macht Ding-dong - und das Hähnchen macht Kikerikiki - jeden Morgen schon ganz früh. |
| Wenn ich zum Markt geh' dann kauf ich dir ein Schäfchen Und das soll dich jeden Morgen wecken. |
| Und das Schäfchen macht Määähhh-määähhh, und die Kuckucksuhr macht Kuckuck-kuckuck, |
| Und der Wecker macht Drnnn-drnnn, und das Glöcken macht ding-dong - |
| und das Hähnchen macht Kikerikiki - jeden Morgen schon ganz früh. |
| Wenn ich zum Markt geh' dann kauf ich dir ein Radio Und das soll dich jeden Morgen wecken. |
| Und das Radio macht Bla bla bla - dudeliö dudeliö, Und das Schäfchen macht Määäh-määh, |
| Und die Kuckucksuhr macht kuckuck kuckuck, Und der Wecker macht Drnnn drnnn, |
| Und das Glöcken macht Ding-dong - Und das Hähnchen macht Kikerikiki - jeden Morgen schon ganz früh. |
| Doch achherrje, ich hab kein Geld einstecken und komm vom Markt und muss dich alleine wecken |
| Ich mach Bla bla bla, dudeliö dudeliö, Ich mach Määäh määhhhh, |
| Ich mach Kuckuck-kuckuck, ich mach Drnnn drnnnn, ich mach Ding-dong, |
| Und am Schluß mach ich kikerikiki, diesen Morgen schon ganz früh. |
88. Day Tripper
| Got a good reason, for taking the easy way out. |
| Got a good reason, | for taking the easy way out, now. |
| She was a | day tripper, one way ticket, yeah! |
| It took me | so | long to find | out, and I found | out! |
| She's a big teaser, she took me half the way there. |
| She's a big teaser, | she took me half the way there, now. |
| She was a | day tripper, one way ticket, yeah! |
| It took me | so | long to find | out, and I found | out! |
| Tried to please her, but she only played one night stands. |
| Tried to please her, but | she only played one night stands, now! |
| She was a | day tripper, one way ticket, yeah! |
| It took me | so | long to find | out, and I found | out! |
| Day Tripper, yeah! Day Tripper, Yeah! Day Tripper... |
89. Daydream
| What a day for a | daydream |
| What a day for a daydreamin' | boy |
| And I'm lost in a | daydream |
| Dreamin' bout my bundle of | joy |
| And even if | time ain't really | on my | side |
| It's one of those | days for takin' a | walk out | side |
| I'm blowin' the | day to take a | walk in the | sun |
| And | fall on my | face on somebody's | new-mowed | lawn |
| I've been havin' a | sweet dream |
| I been dreamin' since I woke up to | day |
| It's starring me and my | sweet dream |
| 'Cause | she's the one that makes me | feel this way |
| And even if | time is passin' me | by a | lot |
| I couldn't care | less about the | dues you say I've | got |
| Tomorrow I'll | pay the dues for | dropping my | load |
| A pie in the | face for bein' a | sleepy bull | toad |
| And you can be | sure that if you're | feelin' | right |
| A daydream will | last 'til long | into the | night |
| Tomorrow at | breakfast you may | prick up your | ears |
| or | you may be day | dreamin' for a | thousand | years |
| What a day for a daydream... |
90. Daydream Believer
| / / / / | / / / / |
| Oh, I could | hide 'neath the | wings |
| Of the | bluebird as she | sings |
| The | six o'clock | alarm would never | ring |
| But it | rings and I | rise |
| Wipe the | sleep out of my | eyes |
| My | shaving | razor's | cold | and it | stings |
| Cheer up | sleepy | Jean |
| Oh what | can it | mean | to a |
| Daydream be | liever and a |
| Home | coming | que-eehee- | een |
| Oh, you | once thought of | me |
| As a | white knight on his | steed |
| Now you know how | happy I can | be. |
| And our | good times start and | end |
| Without | dollar one to | spend |
| But | how much, | baby, | do we | really | need: |
| ... |
91. Days
| Thank you for the days | - | Those | endless | days, those | sacred | days you | gave | me |
| I'm | thinkin' of the days | - | I | won't | forget a | single | day be | lieve | me |
| I've | blessed the | light - I've | blessed the | light that | lights on | you be | lieve | me |
| And | though you're | gone - You're | with me | ev'ry | single | day be | lieve | me |
| Days I'll re | member all my | life - | Days when you | can't see wrong from | right |
| You | took my | life - But | then I | knew that | very | soon you'd | leave | me |
| But | it's all | right - Now | I'm not | frightened | of this | world be | lieve | me |
| I wish to | day | would be to | morrow; The night is | dark, |
| It just brings | sorrow - | let it | rain |
| Thank you for the | days | - | Those endless days, those sacred days you gave me |
| I'm thinkin' of the days - I won't forget a single day believe me |
| Days I'll remember all my life - Days when you can't see wrong from right |
| You took my life - But then I knew that very soon you'd leave me |
| But it's allright - Now I'm not frightened of this world believe me |
| Day-ay-ays - Thank you for the | days |
| Those endless days, those sacred days you gave me |
| I'm thinkin' of the days - I won't forget a single day believe me |
| I've blessed the light - I've blessed the light that shines on you believe me |
| And though you're gone - I won't forget a single day believe me |
| Day- | ay- | ay- | ay- | ays |
92. Dead End Street
| There's a crack up in the | cei | ling, |
| And the kitchen sink is | lea | king. |
| Out of work and got no | mo | ney, |
| A Sunday joint of bread and | ho | ney! |
| What are we living for? | Two roomed apartment on the | second floor! |
| No money comin' in, | the rent collector's out and | try'n to get in! |
| We are strictly second class, and we | don't under | stand! |
| Dead end! (Why) | We should be in | dead end | street. |
| Dead end! | People are livin' in | dead end | street. |
| Dead end! I'm | gonna die in | dead end | street. |
| Dead end | street (yeah!) | Dead end | street (yeah!) |
| On a cold and frosty morning, Wipe my eyes and stop me yawning. |
| And my feet are nearly frozen, Boil the tea and put some toast on. |
| What are we livin' for? Two roomed apartment on the second floor! |
| No chance to emigrate, I'm deep in debt and now it's much too late! |
| We both worked to work so hard, but we can't get a chance! |
| Dead end! People live in dead end street! |
| Dead end! People are dyin' at dead end street! |
| Dead end! I'm gonna die at dead end street! |
| Dead end street (yeah!) Dead end street (yeah!) |
| Dead end! People live on dead end street. |
| Dead end! People are dyin' at dead end street. |
| Dead end! I'm gonna die on dead end street. |
| Dead end street (yeah!) Dead end street (yeah!) |
| Dead end street (yeah!) Head to my feet (yeah!) |
| Dead end street (Yah!)... |
93. Dead Flowers
| Well | when you're sitting | there in your | silk upholstered | chair, |
| Tal- | king to some | rich folk that you | know. |
| Well | I hope you won't see | me in my | ragged compa | ny, |
| You know I could | never be a | lone. |
| Take me | down little Susie, take me | down. |
| I know you think you're the queen of the under | ground. |
| And you can | send me dead flowers every | morning, |
| Send me dead flowers by the | mail. |
| Send me dead flowers to my | wedding, |
| And I won't forget to put | roses on your | gra | ve. |
| When you're sitting | back in your | rose pink cadi | llac, |
| Making | bets on Ken | tucky Derby | Day. |
| I'll be in my basement | room with a | needle and a | spoon, |
| And | another girl to | take my pain a | way. |
| Take me | down little Susie, take me | down. |
| I know you think you're the queen of the under | ground. |
| And you can | send me dead flowers every | morning, |
| Send me dead flowers by the | mail. |
| Send me dead flowers to my | wedding, |
| And I won't forget to put | roses on your | grave. |
| Take me | down little Susie, take me | down. |
| I know you think you're the queen of the under | ground. |
| And you can | send me dead flowers every | morning, |
| Send me dead flowers by the | U.S. mail. |
| Send me dead flowers to my | wedding, |
| And I won't forget to put | roses on your | grave. |
| No I won't forget to put | roses on your | grave. |
94. Death of a Clown
| My | makeup is dry and it | cracks on my | chin |
| I'm | drowning my sorrows in | whiskey and | gin |
| The | lion tamer's whip doesn't | crack any | more |
| The | lions they won't bite and the | tigers won't | roar |
| La la la | La la la | La la la | La - So | let's all drink to the | death of a | clown |
| Won't someone help me to | break up this | crown - | Let's all drink to the | death of a | clown |
| La la la | La la la | La la la | La - | Let's all drink to the | death of a | clown |
| The | old fortune teller | lies dead on the | floor |
| Nobody needs fortunes | told any | more |
| The | trainer of insects is | crouched on his | knees |
| And | frantically looking for | runaway | fleas |
| La la la | La la la | La la la | La - So | let's all drink to the | death of a | clown |
| Won't someone help me to | break up this | crown - | Let's all drink to the | death of a | clown |
| La la la | La la la | La la la | La - | Let's all drink to the | death of a | clown |
| La la la la la la | la la la | la |
| La la la la la la | la la la | la |
| La la la | La la la | La la la | La - | let's all drink to the | death of a | clown |
95. Dedicated Follower of Fashion
| / / | / / | / / | / / | / |
| They seek him | here, they seek him | there; |
| His clothes are | loud but never | square. |
| It will make or break him so he's | got to | buy the | best: |
| Cos' he's a | dedicated | follower of fa | shion |
| And when he does his little rounds, |
| Round the boutiques of London town; |
| Eagerly pursuing all the latest fancy trends: |
| Cos' he's a dedicated follower of fashion. |
| Oh yes he | is (oh yes he is), oh yes he | is (oh yes he is)! |
| He | thinks he is a flower to be | looked at, |
| And | when he pulls his frilly nylon | panties | right up | tight, |
| He feels a | dedicated | follower of | fashion. |
| Oh yes he is (oh yes he is), oh yes he is (oh yes he is)! |
| There's one thing that he loves and that is flattery |
| One week he's in polka dots the next week he's in stripes |
| Cos he's a dedicated follower of fashion |
| They seek him here, they seek him there; |
| In Regent's Street and Leister Square. |
| Everywhere the Carnebetian army marches on: |
| Each one a dedicated follower of fashion. |
| Oh yes he is (oh yes he is), oh yes he is (oh yes he is)! |
| His world is built round discotheques and parties. |
| This pleasure seeking individual always looks his best: |
| Cos' he's a dedicated follower of fashion. |
| Oh yes he is (oh yes he is), oh yes he is (oh yes he is) |
| He flits from shop to shop just like a butterfly. |
| In matters of the cloth he is as flickle as can be: |
| Cos' he's a | dedicated | follower of | fashion |
| He's a | dedicated | follower of | fashion. |
| He's a | dedicated | follower of | fashion. / / | / / | / |
96. Delilah
| I saw the light on the night that I passed by her | window. |
| I saw the flickering shadows of love on her | blind. |
| She | was my | woman - | as she deceived me |
| I | watched and went out of my | mind. |
| My, my, my De | lilah. - Why, why, why De | lilah? |
| I could | see that | girl Was not good for | me, |
| But I was lost like a | slave That no man could | free. |
| At break of the day when that man drove away I was | waiting. |
| I crossed the street to her house and she opened the door. |
| She | stood there | laughing, | I felt the knife in my | hand |
| and she laughed no | more. |
| My, my, my De | lilah, Why, why, why De | lilah? |
| So be | fore they | come to break down the | door, |
| For | give me, Delilah, I | just couldn't take any | more. |
| For | give me Delilah, I | just couldn't take any | more. |
97. Der Cowboy Jim aus Texas
| Der Cowboy Jim aus Texas Der tags auf seinem | Pferd saß |
| hat einen Hut aus | Stroh - und darauf saß ein | Floh. |
| Jippi- | jeh, jippi- | jeh, jippi- | jeh, jeh, |
| jeh, jeh, | jeh. |
| Der Floh tat Jim begleiten, Er hatte Spaß am Reiten; |
| Und ging der Jim aufs Klo, Dann tat das auch sein Floh. |
| Jippi-jeh... |
| Oft macht das Reiten Mühe, Jim hütet hundert Kühe. |
| Da kommt er oft in Schweiß Und ruft: Ach, was fürn Scheiß. |
| Jippi-jeh... |
| Am Tschikitschoba-See Ruft Jim sein Jippijeh. |
| Doch einst am Lagerfeuer Da wars ihm nicht geheuer. |
| Jippi-jeh... |
| Im ersten Morgengrauen Da wollt man Jim verhauen. |
| Man schlich zu Jimmy fix, der schlief und merkte nix. |
| Mmmh-Mmmh, mmmh mmh mmh mmh mmmh |
| Der Floh, der hört es trappeln Und tat sich gleich berappeln |
| Und stach als echter Floh Den Cowboy in den Po. |
| Jippi-jeh... |
| Der Jim stand auf und fluchte, Als er das Weite suchte. |
| So wars nichts mit Verhauen Im ersten Morgengrauen. |
| Jippi-jeh... |
| Der Cowboy Jim aus Texas Sitzt oft bei seiner Oma. |
| Und beide schaun sich dann im Fernsehn' Cowboyfilme an. |
| Jippi-jeh... |
| Jippi-jeh... |
98. Der Hase Augustin
| Es | war einmal ein Hase, der hieß Augustin und | lief unglaublich | schnell. |
| Wenn | der so durch die Gegend lief und seine fixen | Haken schlug, |
| dann | blieben alle | Leute stehn, um Augustin zu | sehn. |
| Seht mal wer da | rennt, seht mal, wer da | rennt, |
| das ist wohl der | Augustin, das Naturta | lent. |
| Augustin, der flitzte, sprang über manche Pfütze und aß gern Rosenkohl. |
| Doch kam der Gärtner angerannt, schon war der schnelle Hase weg, |
| der Gärtner stand im Rosenkohl und staunte gar nicht schlecht. |
| Dreimal Sapperment, dreimal Sapperment, |
| das ist wohl der Augustin, das Naturtalent. |
| Einmal kam ein Jäger, ein dicker, fetter Jäger, Herr Schlamm aus Düsseldorf, |
| der hatte sich 'ne Jagd gekauft und wollte jetzt auf Hasen gehen, |
| da kommt schon einer angerannt, Herr Schlamm hat ihn erkannt: |
| Dreimal Sapperment ... |
| Herr Schlamm nahm seine Flinte, die knallte los und stank, |
| schon flitzt der Hase weg. Die Kugel hinterher doch der Hase war zu schnell, |
| die Kugel fiel in’n Dreck und Herr Schlamm, der schimpfte sehr: |
| Dreimal Sapperment ... |
| Augustin war stolz, er trug die Nase hoch und einen Orden auch. |
| Er wurde Landesmeister gar im großen Zickzackdauerlauf |
| und bei der Ehrenrunde sangen alle Mann ganz laut: |
| Seht mal wer da rennt ... |
99. Der Malocher
| Die | Alte zuhaus war auch nicht mehr das, was sie | früher einmal | war. |
| Schon | morgens saß sie | vor der Glotze, mit | Lockenwicklern im | Haar. |
| Wenn er schlapp von der Maloche nach hause kam, | saß sie immer noch | da |
| und sagte: " | Hier hast'n Korn, der bringt dich | wieder nach vorn." |
| Und im | Fernsehn läuft der | Kommissar. |
| Er | hatte die Schnauze von diesem Leben voll, | er wär so gern ausge | flippt. |
| Und | mit solchen Gedanken hat er | dann nochmal | an seinem Glas ge | nippt. |
| Und dann schmiss er's mit Karacho voll ins TV, |
| und schrie: " | Ihr glaubt wohl ich bin nicht ganz | dicht! |
| Jeden | Abend Fusel schlucken und dann | in die Röhre kucken |
| und dann | pennen und dann wieder zur | Schicht." (Chachacha...Huh...) |
| Der Ma | locher aus 'm Ruhrgebiet, tat nun etwas, was sonst nur | selten geschieht |
| schmiss seiner | Frau das Mobiliar vor die | Füße und sagte: " | Eh jetzt ist aber Schluß meine | Süße. |
| Und | mit dem Lottogewinn, das haut ja doch nicht mehr hin. Komm Weib mach meinen Koffer | klar! |
| Ich hau jetzt ab nach Paris, da ist das | Leben so süß. |
| Da trink ich | Sekt im Alkazar und tanze | Chachacha!" |
| Er fuhr mit der Bahn, erster Klasse, nach Paris "Gare du Nord". |
| Er bestellte sich Champagner, den trank er aus der Flasche und kam sich ganz schön super vor. |
| Und als er dann da war und schon nicht mehr ganz klar war, da traf er ein charmantes Mädel. |
| Und am nächsten Morgen war er allein im Hotel, ohne Kies und mit 'nem schweren Schädel. |
| (Chachacha...Huh...) |
| Der Malocher aus 'm Ruhrgebiet, tat nun etwas, was sonst nur selten geschieht |
| schmiss seiner Frau das Mobiliar vor die Füße und sagt: "Eh jetzt ist aber Schluß meine Süße. |
| Und mit dem Lottogewinn, das haut ja doch nicht mehr hin. Komm Weib mach meinen Koffer klar. |
| Ich hau jetzt ab nach Paris, da ist das Leben so süß. |
| Da trink ich Sekt im Alkazar und tanze Chachacha!" (Huh.) |
100. Der musikalische Wasserhahn
| Es | war einmal ein Wasserhahn, Der | tropfte pausen | los, |
| Und jeder der ihn | hörte fand Den | Rhythmus ganz fa | mos. |
| Er | tropfte nicht nur einfach so, Wie's | jeder Hahn ver | steht |
| Sein Rhythmus war voll | Swing und Pep - Und | Musi | kali | tät. |
| Tipi tipi | tup tup, tropft der Rhythmus; Tipi tipi | tup tup, immerzu. |
| Tipi tipi | tup tup, tropft der Wasserhahn - Und | findet | keine | Ruh. |
| Die Tassen applaudierten, und das Handtuch rief entzückt: |
| "Dein Rhythmus, lieber Wasserhahn, klingt ja total verrückt." |
| Die Messer und die Gabeln tanzten quietschvergnügt umher, |
| Und auch dem alten Suppentopf gefiel der Rhythmus sehr. |
| Tipi tipi tup tup, tropft der Rhythmus; Tipi tipi tup tup, immerzu. |
| Tipi tipi tup tup, tropft der Wasserhahn - Und findet keine Ruh. |
| Der Flötenkessel tanzte mit und pfiff die Melodie, |
| Die Teller klapperten im Schrank mit sehr viel Phantasie. |
| Die Töpfe schepperten im Schrank, die Gläser klirrten leis, |
| Der Abfalleimer rülpste laut und drehte sich im Kreis |
| Tipi tipi tup tup, tropft der Rhythmus; Tipi tipi tup tup, immerzu. |
| Tipi tipi tup tup, tropft der Wasserhahn - Und findet keine Ruh. |
| Da sprach die alte Küchenuhr, daß ihr der Takt gefällt |
| und hat ihr Ticken auf den Wasserrhythmus umgestellt. |
| Auf einmal geht die Türe auf, der Klempner kam herein, |
| der Wasserhahn wurd' repariert und lies das Tropfen sein. |
| Tipi tipi tup tup, tropft der Rhythmus; Tipi tipi tup tup, immerzu. |
| Tipi tipi tup tup, tropft der Wasserhahn - Und findet keine Ruh. |
101. Der Pfeifer
| Ich | ritt aus San Alfredo im | letzten Tages | licht |
| Vielleicht auch aus El | Paso, so genau weiß ich das | nicht. |
| Seit 40 Tagen 40 Nächten | war ich auf der Flucht, |
| in | jeder Stadt fand ich mein Bild da | runter stand: Ge | sucht. |
| Sie | nannten mich den | Stillen und | flüsterten mir | nach, |
| dass | wenn ich was zu | sagen hätte mein | Colt für mich | sprach. |
| Sie nannten mich den Pfeifer und meine Devise hieß, |
| wenn dir wer vor die Mündung kommt, erst pfeife, und dann schieß. |
| Warum ich pfiff das weiß ich nicht, weiß nicht mal wie ich heiß, |
| im Westen ist es niemals gut wenn einer zu viel weiß. |
| Ich weiß nur wo mein Lied erklang da wurden Bretter knapp, |
| weil jeder Schreiner wußte, daß es Arbeit für ihn gab. |
| Als ich nach Bloody Corner kam, sah ich schon von weitem her, |
| die Summe unter meinem Namen hatte zwei Stellen mehr. |
| Ein Prämienjäger sagte: "Pfeifer, ich wart schon auf dich!" |
| Ich fuhr herum, pfiff einen Ton, dann sprach mein Colt für mich. |
| Als wenig später im Salon mein 38iger spie, |
| da spielte der Mann am Klavier dazu die Melodie Am C Am G Am E Am |
| Die Ellenbogen aufgestützt, die Flügeltür im Blick, |
| stand neben mir ein Fremder, sehr glatt Rasiert und dick. |
| "Man nennt mich hier den Denker", so stellte er sich vor, |
| spie lässig in den Spucknapf und sagte mir ins Ohr: |
| "Wenn du 10.000 Dollar brauchst, dann hab ich einen Plan, |
| totsicher genial einfach!" dankbar nahm ich an. |
| Jetzt sitz ich hinter Gittern, von Zweifeln angenagt, |
| vielleicht war doch des Denkers Plan so gut nicht, wie er gesagt. |
| Er sagte: "das bringt dir 10.000,- Dollar wenn du’s wagst, |
| zum Sheriff ins Büro zu geh’n dich vor stellst und sagst: |
| Grüß Gott, ich bin der Pfeifer, komm selber wie ihr seht, |
| um die Belohnung zu kassieren die auf meinen Kopf steht". |
| Ich sitz auf meines Pferdes Rücken unter dem Galgenbaum. |
| Einen Strick um meinen Hals der Henker hält mein Pferd im Zaum. |
| Gleich gibt er ihm die Zügel und dann ist's mit mir vorbei. |
| Der Totengräber gräbt mein Grab und pfeift mein Lied dabei. |
| Scharfrichter tut seine Pflicht, mein Pferd setzt sich in Trab |
| Und unten Brüllt der Regisseur: "Verdammte Schlamperei, |
| nun ist der Ast zum 3. Mal abgebrochen, der Film ist auch gerissen, |
| also Kinder für heute ist Feierabend, die Leiche dreh'n wir morgen ab". |
102. Der Tag des Herrn
| Am | ersten Tag schuf Gott, der Herr, das Licht. |
| Weiter kam der gute Mann trotz aller Allmacht leider nicht. |
| Den | Himmel nur am zweiten Tag, am dritten bloß das Land. |
| Paar | Bäumchen grade noch, mehr bracht er nicht zustand |
| Den | vierten Tag verbrauchte er für Sonne, Sterne, Mond. |
| Tag Fünf für Fische und die Vögelein, da hat er sich geschont. |
| Am | sechsten Mensch und Rest der Tierwelt hingefummelt. |
| Und den | siebten dann in seinem stolzen Übermut verbummelt. |
| Was kann son | Gott nicht alles schaffen in | vierundzwanzig Stunden, |
| aber | er hat sein Werk ja gleich für | gut befunden. |
| Legte sich zur Ruhe und | wollte nichts mehr wissen. |
| Und wir | Geschöpfe sind jetzt gottseidank | ganz schön angeschissen. |
| Wär | ich der Herr gewesen, dann wär die Welt nicht so. |
| Die Menschen wären sattgefressen, friedlich, frei und froh. |
| Die | Blinden könnten sehn, und die Lahmen könnten gehn. |
| Das bisschen | Arbeit, dass noch bliebe würd von selber geschehn. |
| Saufen wär gesund und vom Singen könnt man leben. |
| Es hätte fraglos noch 'ne Menge zu verbessern gegeben. |
| Als | Gott muß man was rausholn aus seinem Potential. |
| Da | muß man auch mal sonntags ran, aber ihn konnten ja alle mal. |
| Was kann son Gott nicht alles schaffen in vierundzwanzig Stunden, |
| aber er hat sein Werk ja gleich für gut befunden. |
| Legte sich zur Ruhe und wollte nichts mehr wissen. |
| Und wir Geschöpfe sind jetzt gottseidank ganz schön angeschissen. |
| Im | Grund ist sein Versagen ja kein seltnes Phänomen, |
| auch der Mensch, nach seinem Bild geschaffen, läßt sich gern mal gehn. |
| Schaut | stolz auf jeden Scheißdreck, den er produziert. |
| Auch | wenn der Haufen stinkt, er lächelt fasziniert. |
| Und er kann als der Schöpfer auf den ganzen Kosmos sehn. |
| Das funkelt ja so schön, wie sollts ihm anders gehn. |
| Den | siebten Tag beschließt der Herr zu verpennen |
| und | ihn den Tag des Herrn zu nennen. |
| Was kann son Gott nicht alles schaffen in vierundzwanzig Stunden, |
| aber er hat sein Werk ja gleich für gut befunden. |
| Legte sich zur Ruhe und wollte nichts mehr wissen. |
| Und wir Geschöpfe sind jetzt gottseidank ganz schön angeschissen. |
| Dies Lied | endet wie so manches mit einer Moral. |
| Wir waren unserm Herrn von Anfang an ziemlich egal. |
| Das | steht gleich auf der ersten Seite von dem dicken Buch. |
| Ich | mach es wieder zu. Das sagt mir schon genug. |
| |: Was kann son Gott nicht alles schaffen in vierundzwanzig Stunden, |
| aber er hat sein Werk ja gleich für gut befunden. |
| Legte sich zur Ruhe und wollte nichts mehr wissen. |
| Und wir Geschöpfe sind jetzt gottseidank ganz schön angeschissen.:| |
| Und wir Geschöpfe sind jetzt gottseidank ganz schön angeschissen. |
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103. Diamonds on the Inside
| I knew a girl, | Her name was truth, - | She was a | horrible li | ar. |
| She couldn’t spend | one day alone - But she | couldn’t be | satisfied | . |
| When you have | everything - You have | every | thing to | lose. |
| She made herself | a bed of nails, |
| And she’s | planning on | putting it to | use. - |
| But she had | diamonds | on the | inside, - She had | diamonds | on the | inside, |
| She had | diamonds | on the | inside, - | Di- | ia- | monds. |
| A candle throws its light into the | darkness, |
| In a | nasty world, so | shines a good | deed. |
| Make sure the fortune | that you seek - Is the | fortune | that you | need. |
| Tell me why | the first to ask - Is the | last to | give every | time. |
| What you say and | do not mean - | Follows you | close be | hind. |
| She had | diamonds | on the i | nside, - She had | diamonds | on the i | nside, |
| She wore | diamonds | on the | inside, - | Di- | ia- | monds - | Di- | ia- | monds. |
| Like a | soldier long standing under | fire, - | Any change | comes as a re | lief. |
| Let the | givers name remain un | spoken, - | She is just a | generous | thief. |
| She had | diamonds | on the | inside, - She had | diamonds | on the | inside, |
| She wore | diamonds | on the | inside, - She wore | di- | ia- | monds, - Oh, | di- | ia- | monds, |
| She had | di- | ia- | monds, - She wore | di- | ia- | monds, - | Di- | ia- | monds. |
104. Caprifischer
| Wenn bei | Capri die rote | Sonne im Meer ver | sinkt, |
| und vom Himmel die bleiche | Sichel des Mondes | blinkt, |
| zieh'n die | Fischer mit ihren | Booten aufs Meer hi | naus, |
| und sie werfen im weiten Bogen die Netze | aus. |
| Nur die Sterne, sie zeigen | ihnen am Firma | ment, |
| ihren Weg mit den Bildern, die jeder Fischer | kennt, |
| und von Boot zu Boot das | alte Lied er | klingt, hör von | fern, wie es | singt: |
| Bella, bella, | bella, bella Marie, bleib' mir treu, ich komm' zu | rück morgen früh'. |
| Bella, bella, | bella, bella Marie, vergiss mich | nie. |
| Sieh den Lichter | schein, draußen auf dem | Meer. |
| Ruhelos und k | lein, was kann das sein, was irrt dort | spät nachts umher? |
| Weißt du was da | fährt, was die Flut durch | quert? |
| Ungezählte | Fischer, deren Lied von fern man | hört. |
| Wenn bei Capri die rote Sonne im Meer versinkt, |
| und vom Himmel die bleiche Sichel des Mondes blinkt, |
| zieh'n die Fischer mit ihren Booten aufs Meer hinaus, |
| und sie werfen im weiten Bogen die Netze aus. |
| Nur die Sterne, sie zeigen ihnen am Firmament, |
| ihren Weg mit den Bildern, die jeder Fischer kennt, |
| und von Boot zu Boot das alte Lied erklingt, hör von fern, wie es singt: |
| Bella, bella, bella, bella Marie, bleib' mir treu, ich komm' zurück morgen früh'. |
| Bella, bella, bella, bella Marie, vergiss mich nie. |
| Bella Mar | ie, | vergiss mich | nie. |
105. Die Diplomatenjagd
| Auf Schloß Hohenhecke zu | Nieder | lahr -- Es | hat so | eben ge | tagt -- |
| Lädt | Freiherr Bodo, wie | jedes | Jahr, zur | Diplo | maten | jagd. |
| Durch | Felder und Auen auf | haarige | Sauen, |
| In Wiesen und Büschen den | Hirsch zu er | wischen, |
| Den hat Freiherr Bodo für | teures | Geld |
| Am | Vorabend | selber hier | aufge | stellt. |
| Schon bricht es herein in Wald und Flur, das diplomatische Corps, |
| Die Ritter vom Orden der Konjunktur, zwei Generäle zuvor. |
| Bei Hörnerquinten, mit Prügeln und Flinten. Es folgt mit Furore ein Monsignore. |
| Selbst den klapprigen Ahnherrn von Kieselknirsch |
| - Trägt man auf der Bahre mit auf die Pirsch! |
| Es knallen die Büchsen, ein Pulverblitz, es wird soeben gesagt, |
| Daß Generalleutnant von Zitzewitz den Verlust seines Dackels beklagt. |
| Der Attaché Mehring erlegt einen Hering - Den tiefgefroren, die Kugeln durchbohren, |
| Noch in Frischhaltepackung, das ist unerhört! |
| Ein Keiler ergibt sich, vom Lärm ganz verstört. |
| Bewegt sich dort etwas am Waldesrand? Der Ahnherr sieht nicht mehr recht. |
| Das kriegt kurzerhand eins übergebrannt! Denn schießen kann er nicht schlecht, |
| Ja, ganz ohne Zweifel: Er schießt wie der Teufel! |
| - Man trägt ihn ganz leise bis dicht an die Schneise. |
| Man reicht ihm die Büchse, es prasselt das Schrot: |
| So findet der Außenminister den Tod. |
| Daß der Ahnherr daraufhin noch "Waidmannsheil" schreit, hat alle peinlichst berührt. |
| Ihm wird ein Protestschreiben überreicht, besonders scharf formuliert! |
| Doch muß man dem Alten zugute halten: Das war, bei Hubertus, ein prächtiger Blattschuß, |
| Und daß er das Wort Diplomatenjagd, |
| Nur etwas zu wörtlich genommen hat! |
| Die Nacht bricht herein, und Schloß Hohenhecke bietet ein friedliches Bild. |
| Der Monsignore segnet die Strecke von leblosem, greisem Wild. |
| Schon fast vergessen, will doch keiner essen: |
| Die Veteranen, die zähen Fasanen, Die Ente mit Rheuma, den Keiler mit Asthma. |
| Die Jagd wird begossen, und dann wird beschlossen: |
| Der Krempel wird, weil man hier großzügig denkt, Dem nächsten Armenhaus geschenkt! |
| So wird auch den Ärmsten der Segen zuteil: Es lebe das Weidwerk, dreimal Waidmannsheil! |
106. Die Freiheit
| Vor | ein paar Tagen | ging ich in den | Zoo |
| Die Sonne schien, mir war ums Herz so | froh |
| Vor | einem Käfig sah ich Leute | stehn |
| Da ging ich | hin um mir das | näher anzu | sehen |
| "Nicht | füttern" stand auf | einem grossen | Schild |
| Und " | bitte nicht reizen, da sehr | wild!" |
| Er | wachsene und Kinder schauten | dumm |
| Und nur ein | Wärter schaute | grimmig und sehr | stumm |
| Ich | fragte ihn "Wie | heisst denn dieses | Tier?" |
| "Das | ist die Freiheit!" sagte er zu | mir |
| "Die | gibt es jetzt so selten auf der | Welt, |
| Drum wird sie | hier für wenig | Geld zur Schau ge | stellt, |
| Ich | schaute und ich | sagte "Lieber | Herr! |
| Ich | seh ja nichts, der Käfig ist doch | leer" |
| "Das | ist ja grade" - sagte er - "der | Gag! |
| Man sperrt sie | ein und augen | blicklich ist sie | weg!" |
| Die | Freiheit ist ein | wundersames | Tier |
| Und | manche Menschen haben Angst vor | ihr |
| Doch | hinter Gitterstäben geht sie | ein |
| Denn nur in | Freiheit kann die | Freiheit Freiheit | sein. |
| denn nur in | Freiheit kann die | Freiheit Freiheit | sein! |
107. Die Gedanken sind frei
| Die Ge | danken sind frei, Wer | kann sie er | raten, |
| Sie fliehen vorbei, Wie | nächtliche | Schatten. |
| Kein | Mensch kann sie | wissen, Kein | Jäger er | schießen, |
| Es | bleibet da | bei: die Ge | danken sind | frei! |
| Ich denke was ich will Und was mich beglücket, |
| Doch alles in der Still', Und wie es sich schicket. |
| Mein Wunsch, mein Begehren Kann niemand verwehren, |
| Es bleibet dabei: Die Gedanken sind frei! |
| Und sperrt man mich ein Im finsteren Kerker, |
| Das alles sind rein vergebliche Werke; |
| Denn meine Gedanken Zerreißen die Schranken |
| Und Mauern entzwei: Die Gedanken sind frei! |
| Drum will ich auf immer Den Sorgen entsagen |
| Und will mich auch nimmer Mit Willen verklagen. |
| Man kann ja im Herzen Stets lachen und scherzen |
| Und denken dabei: Die Gedanken sind frei! |
108. Die Gitarre und das Meer
| Jimmy Braun, das war ein | Seemann, |
| Und sein Herz war ihm so | schwer, |
| Doch es blieben ihm zwei | Freunde: |
| Die Gitarre und das | Meer. |
| Jimmy wollt' ein Mädchen | lieben, |
| Doch ein andrer kam da | her, |
| Und als Trost sind ihm ge | blieben, |
| Die Gitarre und das | Meer. |
| Juanita hieß das | Mädchen, |
| Aus der großen fernen | Welt. |
| Und so nennt er die Gi | tarre, |
| Die er in den Armen | hält. |
| (Juanita, Juanita) | (Juanita, Juanita) |
| Ob am Kai von Casa | blanca, |
| Ob am Kap von Salva | dor, |
| Singt er leise Jua | nita, |
| Deren Liebe er ver | lor. |
| Juanita hieß das | Mädchen, |
| Aus der großen fernen | Welt. |
| Und so nennt er die Gi | tarre, |
| Die er in den Armen | hält. |
| Jimmy wollt' kein andres | Mädchen, |
| Doch sein Leben war nie | leer, |
| Denn es lieben ihn zwei | Freunde: |
| Die Gitarre und das | Meer. |
109. Die Internationale
| Wacht | auf, Verdammte dieser | Erde, |
| die | stets man noch zum Hungern | zwingt! |
| Das | Recht wie Glut im Krater | herde |
| nun mit | Macht zum Durchbruch | dringt. |
| Reinen | Tisch macht mit dem Bedränger! |
| Heer der S | klaven, wache | auf! |
| Ein Nichts zu sein, tragt es nicht | länger |
| Alles zu | werden, strömt zuhauf! |
| | | : | Völker, | hört die Sig | nale! Auf zum letzten Ge | fecht! |
| Die Inter | natio | na | le - | erkämpft das Menschen | recht. | : | | |
| Es rettet uns kein höh'res Wesen, |
| kein Gott, kein Kaiser, noch Tribun, |
| Uns aus dem Elend zu erlösen |
| können wir nur selber tun! |
| Leeres Wort: des Armen Rechte, |
| Leeres Wort: des Reichen Pflicht! |
| Unmündig nennt man uns und Knechte, |
| duldet die Schmach nun länger nicht! |
| |: Völker, hört die Signale! Auf zum letzten Gefecht! |
| Die Internationale - erkämpft das Menschenrecht. :| |
| In Stadt und Land, ihr Arbeitsleute, |
| wir sind die stärkste der Partei'n |
| Die Müßiggänger schiebt beiseite! |
| Diese Welt muss unser sein; |
| Unser Blut sei nicht mehr der Raben, |
| Nicht der nächt'gen Geier Fraß! |
| Erst wenn wir sie vertrieben haben |
| dann scheint die Sonn' ohn' Unterlass! |
| |: Völker, hört die Signale! Auf zum letzten Gefecht! |
| Die Internationale - erkämpft das Menschenrecht. :| |
110. Die Leiche
| (int | ro) |
| Es | schwimmt eine Leiche im | Teich, |
| Mein Blick | fiel aus dem Fenster, ich | sah sie sofort. |
| Es | schwimmt eine Leiche im | Teich, |
| war's viel | leicht nur ein Unfall oder | war es ein Mord? |
| Sie | schwimmt auf dem Bauch und von | hier sieht es so aus als | ob sie | döst, |
| Ein | friedlicher Anblick, sie | wirkt fast ein bisschen er | löst. |
| Es schwimmt eine Leiche im Teich, |
| Ich sitz auf dem Rasen, ein Hund läuft vorbei. |
| Es schwimmt eine Leiche im Teich, |
| Wahrscheinlich holt gleich jemand die Polizei. |
| Ich würde sie dir gerne zeigen, aber du bist nicht hier, |
| Bist plötzlich verschwunden, ich hoffe, dir ist nichts passiert. |
| Es schwimmt eine Leiche im Teich, |
| Ich sitze im Schatten und schaue ihr zu. |
| Es schwimmt eine Leiche im Teich, |
| Sie hat deine Figur und sie trägt deine Schuh. |
| Ich werde ein klein wenig traurig, warum nur? Ich weiß es nicht, |
| Ich glaube, ein bisschen erinnert sie mich an dich. |
| Es schwimmt eine Leiche im Teich, |
| Ob sie irgendwer sucht, ob sie jemand vermisst? |
| Es schwimmt eine Leiche im Teich, |
| Ich würd' dich gern fragen, ob du weißt, wer sie ist. |
| Ich warte seit Tagen auf dich und ich frage mich, wo du bleibst? |
| Ich gebe die Hoffnung nicht auf, dass du wenigstens schreibst. |
| Es schwimmt eine Leiche im Teich, |
| Ich hab mich gefragt, warum niemand was macht? |
| Es schwimmt keine Leiche im Teich, |
| denn ich grub ein Loch in die Erde in finsterer Nacht. |
| Ich trug sie ins Grab, sie war nass und so kalt, es war trotzdem schön. |
| Es war ziemlich dunkel, ich hab ihr Gesicht nicht geseh'n. |
| Und ich weiß zwar nicht, wo du jetzt bist, doch ich hoff' du vergisst mich nicht. |
| Denn bis du zurück kommst, so lang werd' ich warten - auf dich. |
| Auf dich... |
111. Die Moorsoldaten
| Wohin auch das Auge blicket, | Moor und | Heide | nur rings | um. |
| Vogelsang uns nicht erquicket, | Eichen | stehen | kahl und | krumm. |
| Wir | sind die Moorsol | daten und | ziehen mit dem | Spaten - ins | Moor. |
| Hier in dieser öden Heide ist das Lager aufgebaut, |
| wo wir fern von jeder Freude hinter Stacheldraht verstaut. |
| Wir sind die Moorsoldaten und ziehen mit dem Spaten - ins Moor. |
| Morgens ziehen die Kolonnen in das Moor zur Arbeit hin. |
| Graben bei dem Brand der Sonne, doch zur Heimat steht ihr Sinn. |
| Wir sind die Moorsoldaten und ziehen mit dem Spaten - ins Moor. |
| Heimwärts, heimwärts jeder sehnet, nach den Eltern, Weib und Kind. |
| Manche Brust ein Seufzer dehnet, weil wir hier gefangen sind. |
| Wir sind die Moorsoldaten und ziehen mit dem Spaten - ins Moor. |
| Auf und nieder gehn die Posten keiner, keiner kann hindurch. |
| Flucht wird nur das Leben kosten, vierfach ist umzäunt die Burg. |
| Wir sind die Moorsoldaten und ziehen mit dem Spaten - ins Moor. |
| Doch für uns gibt es kein Klagen, ewig kann's nicht Winter sein. |
| Einmal werden froh wir sagen: Heimat, du bist wieder mein. |
| Dann ziehn die Moorsoldaten nicht mehr mit dem Spaten - ins Moor! |
| Far and wide as the eye can wander, | Heath and | bog are | every | where. |
| Not a bird sings out to cheer us. | Oaks are | standing | gaunt and | bare. |
| We | are the peat bog | soldiers, | Marching with our | spades to the | moor. |
| Up and down the guards are marching, | No one, | no one | can get | through. |
| Flight would mean a sure death facing, | Guns and | barbed wire | block our | view. |
| We | are the peat bog | soldiers, | Marching with our | spades to the | moor. |
| But for us there is no complaining, | Winter | will in | time be | past. |
| One day we shall rise rejoicing. | Homeland, | dear, you're | mine at | last. |
| We | are the peat bog | soldiers, | Marching with our | spades to the | moor. |
112. Die Rübe
| In ’ner Ec | ke vom | Garten hat der | Paule sein | Beet, und da | hat er sich | dieses Jahr | Rüben ge | sät. |
| Und | da, wo sonst | Bohnen die | Stangen hoch | klettern, wächst | jetzt eine | Rübe mit | riesigen | Blättern. |
| Paul | staunt, und er | sagt sich: Ei, | wenn ich nur | wüsst, wie | groß und wie | schwer diese | Rübe wohl | ist. |
| Schon | krempelt er | eilig die | Ärmel | hoch, packt die | Rübe beim | Schopf und | zog und | zog. |
| Doch die | Rübe, die | rührt sich kein | bisschen vom | Fleck. Paul | zieht, und Paul | schwitzt, doch er | kriegt sie nicht | weg. |
| Da | ruft der | Paul seinen | Freund, den | Fritz, und der | kommt auch | gleich um die | Ecke ge | flitzt. |
| Hau | ruck!, zieht der | Paul, und Hau | ruck!, zieht der | Fritz. Alle | Mann, nix wie | ran, ganz e | gal, ab man | schwitzt. |
| Die | Rübe ist | dick, und die | Rübe ist | schwer, | wenn die dicke, | schwere Rübe | doch schon | rausgezogen | wär! |
| Jetzt | zieh'n sie zu | zweit mit | Hallo und Hau | ruck, doch die | Rübe bleibt | drin, sie | bewegt sich kein | Stück. |
| Und | Fritz, der läuft | los, holt vom | Nachbarn den | Klaus, zu | dritt kommt die | Rübe ganz | sicher her | aus. |
| Herr | je, was ’ne | Rübe, ja da | staunt auch der | Klaus. Jetzt | ziehn wir ganz | fest, und dann | kommt sie schon | raus. |
| Doch die | Rübe, die saß | drin, und da | sagte der | Klaus: Ich | hol meine | Schwester, die | ist grad zu | Haus. |
| Hauruck!, zieht der Paul, und Hauruck!, zieht der Fritz. Alle Mann, nix wie ran, ganz egal, ab man schwitzt. |
| Die Rübe ist dick, und die Rübe ist schwer, wenn die dicke, schwere Rübe doch schon rausgezogen wär! |
| Jetzt | ziehn sie zu | viert, doch die | Rübe bleibt | drin. Der | Fritz meint | schon traurig: ’s | hat doch keinen | Sinn. |
| Ganz p | lötzlich ruft | Paul: Hier, i | ch hab ’ne | Idee, wie | wär’s, wenn | wir mal zum | Antonio | gehen? |
| Doch | da meint der | Klaus: So was | hilft uns nicht | weiter. Das | sind doch alles | Kinder von so | Gast | arbeitern. |
| Mein | Vater sagt | immer, die | verschwänden viel | besser. Und | außerdem sind | das Spa | ghetti | fresser! |
| Das | ärgert den | Paul, was der | Klaus da so | spricht. Der | Antonio ist | kräftig, und | dumm ist er | nicht. |
| Und | außerdem, | Klaus, hast du | eins wohl | vergessen, du h | ast dich an | Spaghetti neulich | fast über | fressen. |
| Wir | brauchen | Antonio und | auch seine | Brüder. Klaus’ | Schwester ver | steht’s, und sie | läuft schnell | hinüber, |
| hat | alle geho | lt, und | gemeinsam ging’s | ran. Alle | Kinder zusam | men, die packten j | etzt an. |
| Hauruck!, zieht der Paul, und Hauruck!, zieht der Fritz. Alle Mann, nix wie ran, ganz egal, ab man schwitzt. |
| Die Rübe ist dick, und die Rübe ist schwer, wenn die dicke, schwere Rübe doch schon rausgezogen wär! |
| Den | Antonio zieht | der Carlo mit | Hallo und | Hauruck! Und | sieh da, die dicke Rübe, die | bewegt sich ein | Stück. |
| Und | jetzt noch mal H | auruck, und die | Erde bricht | auf, die | Rübe kommt | raus und liegt | groß oben | drauf. |
| Die K | inder, die | purzeln jetzt | all durchein | ander, doch f | reut sich ein | jeder nun | über den | andern. |
| Sie | sehn, wenn man | so was ge | meinsam an | packt, wird die | alleedickste | Rübe aus der | Erde ge | schafft. |
113. Dirty Old Town
| I | met my love by the gas works wall, Dreamed a | dream by the old ca | nal, |
| Kissed | my | girl by the fact'ry wall, Dirty old | town, dirty old | town. |
| I heard a siren from the docks, Saw a train set the noght on fire, |
| Smelled the spring on the smoky wind, Dirty old town,dirty old town. |
| Clouds are drifting across the moon, Cats are prowling on their beat |
| Springs a girl from the streets at night, Diriy old town,dirty old town. |
| I'm going to make me a good sharp axe, Shining steel,tempered in the fire, |
| I'll chop you down like an old dead tree, Dirty old town,dirty old town |
| I met my love by the gas works wall, Dreamed a dream by the old canal, |
| Kissed my girl by the fact'ry wall, Dirty old town, dirty old town... |
114. Donna Donna
| On a w | agon | bound for m | arket, | There's a | calf with a | mournful | eye. |
| High ab | ove him | there's a s | wallow | Winging s | wiftly t | hrough the | sky. |
| How the winds are | laughing, They | laugh with all their | might, |
| Laugh and laugh the | whole day through, And | half the summer's | night. |
| Dona, dona, dona, | donna; | Dona, dona, dona, | do. |
| Dona, dona, dona, | donna; | Dona, dona, dona, | do. |
| "Stop complaining," said the farmer, "Who told you a calf to be, |
| Why don't you have wings to fly with, Like the swallow so proud and free?" |
| How the winds are laughing, They laugh with all their might, |
| Laugh and laugh the whole day through, And half the summer's night. |
| Dona, dona, dona, donna; Dona, dona, dona, do. |
| Dona, dona, dona, donna; Dona, dona, dona, do. |
| Calves are easily bound and slaughtered, Never knowing the reason why, |
| But whoever treasures freedom, Like the swallow has learned to fly. |
| How the winds are laughing, They laugh with all their might, |
| Laugh and laugh the whole day through, And half the summer's night. |
| Dona, dona, dona, donna; Dona, dona, dona, do. |
| Dona, dona, dona, donna; Dona, dona, dona, do. |
115. Don't be Angry
| Don't be angry with me | darling if I | fail to understand |
| All your | little whims and wishes all the | time. |
| Just remember that I'm | dumb, I guess, like | any foolish man. |
| And my | head stays sort of foggy 'cause your | mine. |
| Well, I recall the | first time that I | flirted with you, dear, |
| When I | jokingly said come and be my | bride. |
| Now the time has turned the | pages, |
| It's the | sweetest joke on earth: |
| That I | have you here for ever by my | side. |
| Maybe some day your gonna hurt me, I've been hurt in love before. |
| Only God can know and time alone will tell. |
| But in the mean time I'll keep loving you with all my heart and soul |
| And pray God to let it last if it's his will. |
| Don't be angry with me darling if I fail to understand |
| All your little whims and wishes all the time. |
| Just remember that I'm dumb, I guess, like any foolish man, |
| And my head stays sort of foggy 'cause your mine. |
116. Don't Let Me be Misunderstood
| | | / / / / | | / / / / | | | / / / / | | / / / / | | | / / / / | | / / / / | | | / / / / | | / / / / | |: | / / / / | | | / / / / | | | / / / / | | | / / / / | :| |
| Baby, do you under | stand me now, | Sometimes I feel | a little mad. |
| Well, don't you know that no-one alive can | always be an angel, | When things go wrong I | seem to be bad! |
| 'Cause I'm just a soul who's in | tentions are good: | Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunder | stood. |
| If I seem | edgy, I | want you to | know, | That I never | meant to take it | out on | you. |
| Life has it's | problems and | I've got my | share, | That's one thing I | never meant to | do, 'cause I | love you! |
| Baby, don't you | know I'm just human, | And I’ve got thoughts like | any other one. |
| And sometimes I feel myself a | lone regretting, | Some foolish thing, some foolish | thing I've done. |
| I'm just a soul who's in | tentions are good: | Oh Lord please don't let me be misunder | stood! |
| Oh lord | , don’t let me | be misunder | stood |
| don’t let me be | - don’t let me be misu | ndersto | od | |: | :| |
| If I seem | edgy, I | want you to | know, | That I never | meant to take it | out on | you. |
| Life has it's | problems and | I've got my | share, | That's one thing I | never meant to | do, 'cause I | love you! |
| Baby, don't you | know I'm just human, | And I’ve got thoughts like | any other one. |
| And sometimes I feel myself a | lone regretting, | Some foolish thing, some foolish | thing I've done. |
| I'm just a soul who's in | tentions are good: | Oh Lord please don't let me be misunder | stood! |
| Oh Lord, | don’t let me | be misunder | stood... |
| don’t let me be | - don’t let me be misu | ndersto | od... |
117. Don't Look Back in Anger
| Slip inside the | eye of your | mind |
| Don't you | know you might fi | nd | A better place to p | lay | / / | / / |
| You said that you'd never been |
| But all the things that you've seen are gonna fade away |
| So I start a revo | lution from my | bed |
| Cos you | said the brains I | had went to my | head |
| Step outside, the | summertime's in | bloom |
| Stand up beside the fireplace |
| Take that look from off your face |
| Cos | you ain't ever | gonna burn my | heart ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut |
| So | Sally can | wait, she | knows it's too | late as we´re w | alking on | by | / / | / / |
| Her | soul | slides a | way, | but don't look | back in anger | I heard you | say |
| Take me to the place where you go |
| Where nobody knows, if it's night or day |
| Please don't put your life in the hands |
| of a rock and roll band, who'll throw it all away |
| So I start a revolution... |
| So Sally can wait, ... |
| So Sally can wait, ... |
| So Sally can wait, ... |
| My soul s | lides a | way |
| But don't look | back in anger |
| Don't look | back in anger! |
| I heard you | say |
118. Don't Think Twice, It's All Right
| It | ain't no use to | sit and wonder | why, babe, | if you don't know by | now. |
| And it | ain't no use to | sit and wonder | why, babe, | It'll never do, some | how. |
| When your | rooster crows at the | break of dawn, |
| Look out your window and | I'll be gone. |
| You're the | reason I'm | travelling | on, But, | don't think | twice, it's all | right. |
| And it | ain't no use in | turnin' on your | light, babe, | The light I never | knowed. |
| And it | ain't no use in | turnin' on your | light, babe, | I'm on the dark side of the | road. |
| But I | wish there were something you would | do or say; |
| To try and make me change my | mind and stay. |
| We never | did too much | talkin' any | way. | Don't think | twice, it's all | right. |
| No it | ain't no use in | callin' out my | name, gal, | Like you never done be | fore. |
| And it | ain't no use in | callin' out my | name, gal, | I can't hear you any | more. |
| I'm a- | thinkin' and a-wonderin' | Walking down the road, |
| I | once loved a woman, a | child I am told. |
| I | give her my | heart but she | wanted my | soul, | Don't think | twice, it's all | right. |
| So lo-o- | ong, honey | babe, | Where I'm bound, I can't | tell. |
| Goodbye is | too good a | word, babe, | So I'll just say, "fare thee | well". |
| I ain't | sayin' you treated | me unkind, |
| You | could have done better, but, | I don't mind. |
| You just kinda | wasted my | precious | time, | Don't think | twice, it's all | right. |
119. Don't Worry, Be Happy
| Here's a little song I wrote, | You might want to sing it note for note, |
| Don't | worry, be | happy. |
| In every life we have some trouble, | But when you worry you make it double, |
| Don't | worry, be | happy. (Don't worry, be happy now.) |
| Don't worry, | be happy. | Don't worry, be happy. |
| Ain't got no place to lay your head, | Somebody came and took your bed, |
| Don't | worry, be | happy. |
| The landlord say your rent is late, | He may have to litigate, |
| Don't | worry, be | happy. (Look at me - I'm happy.) |
| Don't worry, | be happy. |
| Here I give you my phone number. When you worry, call me, |
| Don't worry, | be happy. |
| Ain't got no cash, ain't got no style | Ain't got no gal to make you smile |
| Don't | worry, be | happy. |
| 'Cause when you worry your face will frown |
| And | that will bring everybody down, So |
| Don't | worry, be | happy. Don't worry, be happy now. |
| Don't worry, | be happy. | Don't worry, be happy. |
| Don't worry, | be happy. | Don't worry, be happy. |
| Don't worry, don't worry, | don't do it. | Be happy. |
| Put a smile on your face. Don't bring everybody down. |
| Don't worry. | It will soon pass, whatever it is. | Don't worry, be happy. |
120. Down On the Corner
| Early in the evenin' | just about supper | time, |
| over by the courthouse, they're | starting to un | wind, |
| four kids on the corner, | trying to bring you up, |
| Willy picks a tune out and he | blows it on the | harp. |
| Down on the | corner, | out in the | street, |
| Willy and the | Poorboys are | playin' bring a | nickel, tap your | feet. |
| Rooster hits the washboard, and people just gotta smile, |
| Blinky thumps the gut bass and solos for awhile. |
| Poor-boy twangs the rhythm out on his Kalamazoo. |
| And Willy goes in to a dance and doubles on Kazoo. |
| Down on the corner, out in the street, |
| Willy and the Poorboys are playin' bring a nickel, tap your feet. |
| You don't need a penny just to hang around, |
| but if you got a nickel won't you lay your money down. |
| Over on the corner, there's a happy noise, |
| people come from all around to watch the magic boy. |
| Down on the corner, out in the street, |
| Willy and the Poorboys are playin' bring a nickel, tap your feet. |
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121. Dream a Little Dream of me
| Stars | shining bright a | bove | you; | Night breezes seem to | whisper: I love you. |
| Birds singing in the | sycamore tree: | Dream a little | dream of | me! |
| Say: | nighty night! and | kiss | me; | Just hold me tight and | tell me you miss me. |
| While I'm alone and | blue as can be: | Dream a little | dream | of | me! |
| Stars | fading, but I | linger | on, dear; | Still | craving your | kiss. |
| I'm | longing to | linger till | dawn, dear; | Just | saying | this... |
| Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you; Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you. |
| But in your dreams whatever they be: Dream a little dream of me! |
| Stars fading, but I linger on, dear; Still craving your kiss. |
| I'm longing to linger till dawn, dear; Just saying this... |
| Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you; Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you. |
| But in your dreams whatever they be: Dream a little dream of me! |
122. Drive My Car
| Asked a girl what she | wanted to be, |
| She said: baby, | can't you see? |
| I want to be famous, a | star on the screen, |
| But you can do something in between: |
| Baby you can drive my | car! |
| Yes I'm gonna be a | star |
| Baby you can drive my | car, |
| And | maybe I'll | love you! |
| I told that girl that my prospects were good, |
| And she said baby, it's understood; |
| Working for peanuts is all very fine, |
| But I can show you a better time: |
| Baby you can drive my car! |
| Yes I'm gonna be a star! |
| Baby you can drive my car, |
| And maybe I'll love you! |
| Baby you can drive my car! |
| Yes I'm gonna be a star! |
| Baby you can drive my car, |
| And maybe I'll love you! |
| I told that girl that I could start right away |
| And she said listen babe I've got something to say |
| I got no car and it's breakin' my heart |
| But I've got a driver and that's a start |
| Baby you can drive my car! |
| Yes I'm gonna be a star! |
| Baby you can drive my car, |
| And maybe I'll love you! |
123. Dschinghis Khan (140bpm)
| Hu, ha, hu, ha, hu ha hu ha hu.... |
| Sie | ritten um die Wette mit dem Steppenwind, tausend | Mann, - ha, hu, ha |
| Und | einer ritt voran, dem folgten alle blind, Dschingis | Khan. - ha, hu, ha |
| Die | Hufe ihrer Pferde, die peitschten den Sand. Sie | trugen Angst und Schrecken - in jedes Land, |
| und | weder Blitz noch | Donner hielt sie | auf. hu, ha |
| Dsching, Dsching, Dschingis Khan. | He Reiter, ho Leute, he Reiter, immer weiter. |
| Dsching, Dsching, Dschingis Khan. | Auf Brüder, sauft Brüder, rauft Brüder, immer wieder. |
| Lasst noch Wodka holen, ho, ho, ho, ho | denn wir sind Mongolen. ha, ha, ha, ha |
| Und der Teufel | kriegt uns früh | genug. |
| Dsching, Dsching, Dschingis Khan. | He Reiter, ho Leute, he Reiter, immer weiter. |
| Dsching, Dsching, Dschingis Khan. | He, Männer, ho, Männer, tanzt Männer, so wie immer. |
| Und man hört ihn lachen, ho, ho, ho, ho | immer lauter lachen, ha, ha, ha, ha. |
| Und er leert den | Krug in einem | Zug. |
| Und jedes Weib, das ihm gefiel, das nahm er sich in sein Zelt, ha, hu, ha |
| Es hiess, die Frau, die ihn nicht liebte, gab es nicht auf der Welt. ha, hu, ha. |
| Er zeugte sieben Kinder in einer Nacht, und über seine Feinde hat er nur gelacht, |
| denn seiner Kraft konnt' keiner widersteh'n! hu, ha |
| Dsching, Dsching, Dschingis Khan. | He Reiter, ho Leute, he Reiter, immer weiter. |
| Dsching, Dsching, Dschingis Khan. | Auf Brüder, sauft Brüder, rauft Brüder, immer wieder. |
| Lasst noch Wodka holen, ho, ho, ho, ho | denn wir sind Mongolen. ha, ha, ha, ha |
| Und der Teufel | kriegt uns früh | genug. |
| Dsching, Dsching, Dschingis Khan. | He Reiter, ho Leute, he Reiter, immer weiter. |
| Dsching, Dsching, Dschingis Khan. | He, Männer, ho, Männer, tanzt Männer, so wie immer. |
| Und man hört ihn lachen, ho, ho, ho, ho | immer lauter lachen, ha, ha, ha, ha. |
| Und er leert den | Krug in einem | Zug. |
124. (I Believe I'll) Dust my Broom
| Well, | gonna get up in the mornin', believe I'll dust my broom. |
| Yeah, Gonna | get up in the mornin', believe I'll dust my | broom. |
| Well, | now I'm kind'a tell you, | ain't got much time to | loose. |
| Well, gonna write a letter, I'm gonna send a telegram. |
| Well, gonna write a letter, I'm gonna send a telegram. |
| I'm gonna find my baby, you know, don't know when I am. |
| Well, belie-ieve, believe my time ain't long. |
| Well, Believe, babe-a, believe my time ain't long. |
| You gonna wake up in the morning, you find your good man gone. |
| Aah, Yeah! |
| Gonna call up China, to see if my babe is there. |
| Well, well, Baby, she's in the world somewhere. |
| I'm gonna find my baby, you don't know where I am. |
| I don't want no woman, wants every downtown man she meets. |
| I don't want no woman, wants every downtown man she meets. |
| She ain't nothing but a doney, they shouldn't allow her on the street. |
| I'm gonna get up in the mornin', babe , believe I'll dust my broom. |
| Yeah, gonna get up in the mornin', believe I'll dust my broom. |
| I'm gonna tell ya baby, ain't got no time to lose. |
125. Eight Days A Week
| Ooh, I need your | love, babe, | guess you know it's | true. |
| Hope you need my | love, babe, | just like I need | you. |
| Hold me, | love me, | hold me, | love me; |
| Ain't got nothing but | love, babe, | eight days a | week. |
| Eight days a week, I | lo-o-ove you - | Eight days a week, is | not enough to | show I care! |
| Love you every | day, girl, | always on my | mind. |
| One thing I can | say, girl, | love you all the | time. |
| Hold me, | love me, | hold me, | love me; |
| Ain't got nothing but | love, babe, | eight days a | week. |
| Eight days a week, I | lo-o-ove you - | Eight days a week, is | not enough to | show I care! |
| Ooh, I need your | love, babe, | guess you know it's | true. |
| Hope you need my | love, babe, | just like I need | you. |
| Hold me, | love me, | hold me, | love me; |
| Ain't got nothing but | love, babe, | eight days a | week! |
| Eight days a | week! | - | Eight days a | week! |
126. Eight Miles High
| Eight | miles | high, | and when you touch | down: |
| You'll find that it's | stranger than | known. |
| Signs | in the | street | that say where you're | going |
| Are somewhere | just being their | own. |
| No | where | is | there to be | found, |
| Among those | afraid of losing their | ground. |
| Mean | grey | town | known for its | sound: |
| In places, | small places un | bound. |
| Now | the | squares | of moving | storms: |
| Some laughing, | some just shapeless | forms. |
| Side | walk | scenes | and black limou | sines: |
| Some living | some standing a | lone. |
127. Ein Schiff wird kommen
| Ich bin ein Mädchen aus Pi | räus und liebe |
| Den Hafen die Schiffe und das | Meer. |
| Ich lieb das Lachen der Ma | trosen und Küsse, |
| Die schmecken nach See, nach Salz und | Teer. |
| Es lockt der Zauber von Pi | räus, drum stehe ich |
| Abend für Abend hier am | Kai, |
| Und warte auf die fremden | Schiffe aus Hongkong, |
| Aus Java, aus Chile und Shang | hai. |
| Ein Schiff wird kommen und das bringt mit den | einen, |
| Den ich so lieb wie | keinen, und der mich glücklich | macht. |
| Ein Schiff wird kommen und meinen Traum er | füllen, |
| Und meine Sehnsucht | stillen, die Sehnsucht mancher | Nacht. |
| Ich bin ein Mädchen aus Piräus und wenn eines |
| Tages mein Herz ich mal verlier, |
| Dann muß es einer sein vom Hafen, oh, |
| So einen Burschen wünsch ich fürs Leben mir. |
| Und später stehen meine Kinder dann Abend |
| Für Abend genau wie ich am Kai. |
| Und warten auf die fremden Schiffe aus Hongkong |
| Aus Java, aus Chile und Shanghai. |
| Ein Schiff wird kommen und das bringt mit den einen, |
| Den ich so lieb wie keinen, und der mich glücklich macht. |
| Ein Schiff wird kommen und meinen Traum erfüllen, |
| Und meine Sehnsucht stillen, die Sehnsucht mancher Nacht. |
128. Einheitsfrontlied
| Und weil der Mensch ein | Mensch ist, drum braucht er was z | um Essen bitte sehr! |
| Es macht ihn ein | Geschwätz nicht satt, | das schafft | kein Esse | n her. |
| Drum links, zwei, drei! Drum links, zwei, drei, | Wo dein | Platz, | Genosse | ist! |
| Reih dich ein in die | Arbeiter | einheits | front, | weil du auch ein Arbeiter bist. |
| Und weil der Mensch ein Mensch ist, drum braucht er auch noch Kleider und Schuh. |
| Es macht ihn ein Geschwätz nicht warm - und auch kein Trommeln dazu. |
| Drum links, zwei, drei! Drum links, zwei, drei, Wo dein Platz, Genosse ist! |
| Reih dich ein in die Arbeitereinheitsfront, weil du auch ein Arbeiter bist. |
| Und weil der Mensch ein Mensch ist, hat er Stiefel im Gesicht nicht gern. |
| Er will unter sich keine Sklaven sehen - und über sich keine Herren. |
| Drum links, zwei, drei! Drum links, zwei, drei, Wo dein Platz, Genosse ist! |
| Reih dich ein in die Arbeitereinheitsfront, weil du auch ein Arbeiter bist. |
| Und weil der Prolet ein Prolet ist, drum wird ihn kein anderer befrein. |
| Es kann die Befreiung der Arbeiter - nur das Werk der Arbeiter sein. |
| Drum links, zwei, drei! Drum links, zwei, drei, Wo dein Platz, Genosse ist! |
| Reih dich ein in die Arbeitereinheitsfront, weil du auch ein Arbeiter bist. |
129. Eleanor Rigby
| Ah, look at all the lonely | people! |
| Ah, look at all the lonely | people! |
| Eleanor Rigby, Picks up the | rice in a | church where a | wedding has | been. | Lives in a | dream. |
| Waits at the window, Wearing the | face that she | keeps in a | jar by the | door. | Who is is | for? |
| All the lonely | people, Where | do they all come | from? |
| All the lonely | people, Where | do they all be | long? |
| Ah, look at all the lonely | people! - |
| Ah, look at all the lonely | people! |
| Father McKenzie, Writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear, No one comes near. |
| Look at him working, Darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there, What does he care? |
| All the lonely people, Where do they all come from? |
| All the lonely people, Where do they all belong? |
| Ah, look at all the lonely people! - Ah, look at all the lonely people! |
| Eleanor Rigby, Died in the church and was buried along with her name, Nobody came. |
| Father McKenzie, Wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave, No one was saved. |
| All the lonely people, Where do they all come from? |
| All the lonely people, Where do they all belong? |
| Ah, look at all the lonely people! - Ah, look at all the lonely people! |
130. End Of The Line
| Well it's all right, riding a | round in the | breeze. |
| Well it's | all right if you live the | life you | please. |
| Well it's all right, doing the | best you | can. |
| Well it's | all right, as long as you | lend a | hand. |
| You can sit around and wait for the | phone to ring, (at the end of the line) |
| Waiting for someone to tell you | everything. (at the end of the line) |
| Sit around and wonder what to | morrow will bring, (at the end of the line) - Maybe a | diamond ring. |
| Well it's | all right, even if they | say you're | wrong. |
| Well it's | all right, sometimes you | gotta be | strong. |
| Well it's all right, as long as you got | somewhere to | lay. |
| Well it's | all right, everyday is | judgement | day. |
| Maybe somewhere down the | road aways (at the end of the line) |
| You'll think of me and wonder where I | am these days. (at the end of the line) |
| Maybe somewhere down the road when | somebody plays (at the end of the line) - | Purple haze. |
| Well it's | all right, even when | push comes to | shove. |
| Well it's | all right, if you got | someone to | love. |
| Well it's all right, everything'll | work out | fine. |
| Well it's | all right, we're going to the | end of the | line. |
| Don't have to be ashamed of the | car I drive, (at the end of the line) |
| I'm just glad to be here happy to | be alive. (at the end of the line) |
| It don't matter if you're | by my side, (at the end of the line) - I'm | satisfied. |
| Well it's | all right, even if you're | old and | gray. - Well it's | all right, you still got | something to | say. |
| Well it's all right, remember to | live and let | live. - Well it's | all right, the best you can | do is for | give. |
| Well it's all right, riding a | round in the | breeze. - Well it's | all right if you live the | life you | please. |
| Well it's all right, even if the | sun don't | shine. - Well it's | all right, we're going to the | end of the | line. |
131. Er gehört zu mir
| Er gehört zu mir wie mein | Name an der | Tür! | Und ich weiss, er bleibt | hier. |
| Nie ver | gess' ich unsern ersten Tag! ( | Nanana na | nana) |
| Denn ich fühlte gleich, dass er mich mag! ( | Nanana na | nana) |
| Ist es wahre | Liebe (uhu- | uu) die nie mehr ver | geht? (uhu- | uu) |
| Oder wird die | Liebe vom Winde ver | weht? |
| Er gehört zu mir wie mein | Name an der | Tür! | Und ich weiss er bleibt | hier. |
| Alles fangen wir gemeinsam an! ( | Nanana nana | na) |
| Doch vergess' ich nie, wie man allein sein kann. ( | Nanana nana | na) |
| Steht es in den | Sternen (uhu- | uu) was die Zukunft bri | ngt? (uhu- | uu) |
| Oder muss ich | lernen, dass alles zer | bricht? |
| Nein ich | hab es ihm nie leicht gemacht, ( | Nanana nana | na) |
| Mehr als einmal hab ich mich gefragt, ( | Nanana nana | na) |
| Ist es wahre | Liebe (oho- | ho) die nie mehr ver | geht? (oho- | ho) |
| Oder wir die | Liebe vom Winde ver | weht? |
| Er gehört zu | mir, für immer zu | mir. (Oho) Er gehört zu | mir, für immer zu | mir. |
| Er gehört zu mir wie mein | Name an der | Tür! | Und ich weiß, er bleibt | hier - | er ge | hört zu | mir! |
132. Eve of Destruction
| / / / | / | / | / / / | / | / |
| The eastern world | it is ex | plodin', | violence flarin', | bullets | loadin'. |
| You're | old enough to kill | but not for | votin', |
| You | don't believe in war, | what's that gun you're | totin', |
| And | even the Jordan river has | bodies | floatin', |
| But you | tell me | over and | over and | over again my | friend, |
| ah, you | don't believe we're | on the eve of de | struction. | / / / | / | / | / / / | / | / |
| Don't you understand, what I'm trying to say? Can't you see the fear that I'm feeling today? |
| If the button is pushed, there's no running away, |
| There'll be noone to save with the world in a grave, |
| take a look around you, boy, it's bound to scare you, boy: |
| But you tell me over and over and over again my friend, |
| Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction. |
| Yeah, my blood's so mad, feels like coagulatin', I'm sittin' here, just contemplatin'. |
| I can't twist the truth, it knows no regulation, Handful of Senators don't pass legislation. |
| And marches alone can't bring integration, when human respect is disintegratin', |
| this whole crazy world is just too frustratin': |
| And you tell me over and over and over again my friend, |
| Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction. |
| Think of all the hate there is in Red China! Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama! |
| Ah, you may leave here, for four days in space, But when you return, it's the same old place. |
| The poundin' of the drums, the pride and disgrace, |
| You can bury your dead, but don't leave a trace. |
| Hate your next-door-neighbour, but don't forget to say grace: |
| And you tell me over and over and over again my friend, |
| Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction. |
133. Far Far Away
| I've seen the | yellow lights go | down the Missi | ssippi |
| I've seen the | bridges of the | world and they are for | real |
| I've had a | red light off the | wrist without me | even | getting | kissed, |
| it | still seems so un | real. |
| I've seen the morning in the mountains of Alaska, |
| I've seen the sunset in the East and in the West, |
| I've sang the glory that was Rome and passed the 'Hound Dog' singer's home, |
| It still seems for the best. |
| And I'm | far, | far | away | with my | head up in the | clouds, |
| and I'm | far, | far | away | with my | feet down in the | crowds, |
| letting | loose | around the | world, | but the | call of home is | loud, still as | loud. |
| I've seen the Paris lights from high upon Montmartre |
| and felt the silence hanging low in No Man's land, |
| and though those Spanish nights were fine, it wasn't only from the wine, |
| It still seems all in hand: |
| And I'm far, far away with my head up in the clouds, |
| And I'm far, far away with my feet down in the crowds, |
| letting loose around the world, but the call of home is loud, still as loud. |
| I've seen the yellow lights go down the Mississippi |
| The grand Bahama island stories carry on, |
| And though those alligator smiles, stay in your memory for a while |
| There still seems more to come: |
| And I'm far, far away ... |
| And I'm far, far away ... |
134. Fare Thee Well, Miss Carousel
| Well, the | drunken clown still | hanging 'round, But it's | plain the | laughters | all died down; |
| The | tears you tried so | hard to hide are | flowing. |
| And a blind man with his | knife in hand Has con | vinced him | self that he | understands - |
| I | wish him well, Miss Carousel, but | I gotta be a | going. |
| Won't you come and | get me when You're | sure that you don't | need me then |
| I'll | stand outside your | window - And I | proudly call your | name! |
| Well the | lady's been told that | all her gold Is | worth so | much, she | can't be sold; |
| No | time to weep, she'll | later sleep to | morrow. |
| When she carries her face to the | market place And | bets it | on the | open enrage - |
| She can | ring her bells, Miss Carousel, but the | singing brings me | sorrow. |
| Won't you come... |
| Well it's | always done, every | mothers sun Is | surely | grown, and | never run; |
| So they fight with | all their might | inside them. |
| When the battles been fought 'n | they've all been taught That the | trick is | just not | being caught; |
| Will you give 'em hell, Miss Carousel, When they're | begging you to | hide them. |
| Won't you come and get me... |
| When they | need a rose, your | eyes felt closed; You | clamped your | fingers ' | round your nose - |
| Would you say, that's any | way to | judge him. |
| Well you haven't got the | authority To | kill him | in the | first degree - |
| But would you | feel compelled, Miss Carousel, If you had | something to | regret in. |
| On a | velvet beach far | beneath the reach Of | those who | come to | pry and preach, |
| The | natural man that tried to | stand is | falling. |
| Well how long will it be | before he sees: You | own his | legs but his | mind is free! |
| Only | you can tell, Miss Carousel, How | long will he be | crawling. |
| Won't you come and get me... |
| All the | castle walls | grown so tall, | Seems there | ain't no | hope at all - |
| To | reach the top even | though you stopped your | breathin'. |
| But I ain't gonna try to | make you cry, The | teardrops | couldn't | find your eye, |
| It's | all been swell, Miss Carousel, the | time has come for | leaving! |
| Won't you come and get me when... |
135. Father and Son
| It's not | time to make a | change, just re | lax, take it | easy |
| you're still | young, that's your | fault, |
| there's so | much you have to | know |
| Find a | girl, settle | down, if you | want, you can | marry |
| Look at | me, I am | old, but I'm | happy |
| I was | once like you are | now, and I | know that it's not | easy |
| to be | calm when you've | found something | going on |
| But take your | time, think a | lot, |
| think of | everything you've | got |
| for you will | still be here to | morrow, |
| but your | dreams may | not |
| How can | I try to ex | plain, |
| when I | do he turns a | way again |
| It's | always been the | same, same old | story. |
| From the | moment I could | talk, I was | ordered to | listen |
| now there's a | way and I | know that I | have to | go away. |
| I | know I | have to | go |
| It's not | time to make a | change, just re | lax, take it | slowly |
| you're still | young, that's your | fault, |
| there's so | much you have to | go through |
| Find a | girl, settle | down, if you | want, you can | marry |
| Look at | me, I am | old, but I'm | happy |
| All the | times that I've | tried keeping |
| all the things I | knew inside |
| It's | hard but it's | harder to i | gnore it |
| If they were | right, I'd a | gree, |
| but it's | them they know not | me |
| now there's a | way and I | know that I | have to | go away. |
| I | know I | have to | go |
136. Feelin' Groovy
| Slow | down, you | move too | fast. |
| You got to | make the | morning | last. |
| Just - | Kickin' | down the | cobble | stones, |
| Lookin' for | fun and | feelin' | groovy. |
| Ba-Da-Da | Da-Da | Da-Da - | Feelin' | groovy |
| Hello | lamppost, | what' you | knowin'. |
| I've come to | watch your | flowers | growing. |
| Ain't you | got no | rhymes | for me? |
| Do-od | Doo-Doo - | Feelin' | groovy |
| Ba-Da-Da | Ba-Da | Da-Da - | Feelin' | groovy |
| I got | no deeds to | do, no | promises to | keep. |
| I'm | dappled and | drowsy and | ready to | sleep. |
| Let the | morning time | drop all it's | petals on | me. |
| Life, I | love you. | All is | groovy. |
| Ba-Da- Da-Da Ba-Da Da-Da... |
137. Fever
| Never know how much I love you, Never know how much I care. |
| When you put your arms around me I get a | fever that's so hard to | bear. |
| You give me fever! | When you kiss me; |
| Fever! When you hold me | tight! |
| Fever - In the mornin' - Fever all | through the | night. |
| Sun lights up the day time, Moon lights up the night. |
| I light up when you call my name And you know I'm gonna treat you right. |
| You give me fever! When you kiss me; |
| Fever! When you hold me tight! |
| Fever - In the mornin' - Fever all through the night. |
| Everybody's got the fever - That is somethin' you all know. |
| Fever isn't such a new thing - Fever started long ago. |
| Romeo loved Juliet - Juliet, she felt the same. |
| When he put his arms around her - He said: Julie, baby, your my flame! |
| Thou giveth fever - When we kisseth. |
| Fever! with thy flaming youth. |
| Fever - I'm a fire - Fever, yeah, I burn for sooth. |
| Captain Smith and Pocahontas - Had a very mad affair. |
| When her daddy tried to kill him - She said: Daddy, oh don't you dare! |
| He gives me fever - With his kisses; |
| Fever! When he holds me tight. |
| Fever - I'm his misses - Daddy won't you treat him right. |
| Now you've listened to my story - Here's the point that I have made: |
| Chicks were born to give you fever - Be it fahrenheit or centigrade. |
| They give you fever - When you kiss them; |
| Fever! If you live you learn. |
| Fever - Till you sizzle - But what a lovely way to burn. |
138. Fields of Gold
| You'll re | member me when the | west wind moves - upon the | fields of | barley, |
| You'll for | get the sun in his | jealous | sky - as we | walk in | fields of | gold. |
| So she | took her love for to | gaze awhile - upon the | fields of | barley. |
| In his | arms she fell as her | hair came | down - a | mong the | fields of | gold. |
| Will you | stay with me, will you | be my love - Among the | fields of | barley? |
| We'll for | get the sun in his | jealous | sky - as we | walk in | fields of | gold! |
| See the | west wind move like a | lover so - upon the | fields of bar | ley. |
| Feel her | body rise when you | kiss her | mouth - a | mong the | fields of | gold. |
| I never make | promises | lightly, | and there have been | some that I've | broken, |
| But I swear in the | days still | left we'll | walk in | fields of | gold. |
| We'll walk in | fields of | gold |
| |: | / / / / | | / / / / | | / / / / | | / / / / | | / / / / | | / / / / | | / / / / | | / / / / | |
| | | / / / / | | / / / / | | / / / / | | / / / / | | / / / / | | / / / / | | / / / / | | / / / / :| |
| I never make | promises | lightly, | and there have been | some that I've | broken, |
| But I swear in the | days still | left we'll | walk in | fields of | gold. |
| We'll walk in | fields of | gold. |
| Many | years have passed since those | summer days among the | fields of bar | ley. |
| See the | children run as the | sun goes | down a | mong the | fields of | gold. |
| You'll re | member me when the | west wind moves upon the | fields of bar | ley. |
| You can | tell the sun in his | jealous | sky when we | walked in | fields of | gold. |
| When we walked in | fields of | gold. |
| When we walked in | fields of | gold. |
| When we walked in | fields of | gold. |
139. Fifty Ways to Leave Your Lover
| "The problem is | all inside your | head," she said to | me: |
| "The answer is | easy if you | take it logic' | lly. |
| I'd like to | help you in your | struggle to be | free; |
| there must be | fifty | ways to leave your | lover." |
| She said, "It's | really not my | habit to intrude; |
| Furthermore | I hope my | meaning won't be | lost or miscon | strued. |
| But I re | peat myself | at the | risk of being | crude: |
| There must be | fifty | ways to leave your | lover." |
| Fifty | ways to leave your | lover." |
| Just slip out the | back, Jack.- Make a new | plan, Stan; |
| You don't need to be | coy, Roy, - just get yourself | free. |
| Hop on the | bus, Gus; - You don't need to dis | cuss much; |
| Just drop off the | key, Lee. - and get yourself | free. |
| Just slip out the back, Jack.- Make a new plan, Stan; |
| You don't need to be coy, Roy, - You just listen to me. |
| Hop on the bus, Gus; - You don't need to discuss much; |
| Just drop off the key, Lee. - And get yourself free. |
| She said, "It | grieves me now to | see you in such | pain; |
| I wish there | was somethin' I | could do to | make you smile a | gain." |
| I said, "I ap | preciate that, | and | would you please ex | plain about the | fifty ways?" |
| She said, "Why | don't we both just | sleep on it to | night; |
| I be | lieve in the | morning you'll be | gin to see the | light." |
| And then she | kissed me and I | realized she | probably was | right; there must be |
| fifty | ways to leave your | lover, fifty | ways to leave your | lover." |
| Just slip out the back, Jack.- Make a new plan, Stan; |
| You don't need to be coy, Roy, - just get yourself free. |
| Hop on the bus, Gus; - You don't need to discuss much; |
| Just drop off the key, Lee. - and get yourself free. |
| Just slip out the back, Jack.- Make a new plan, Stan; |
| You don't need to be coy, Roy, - just listen to me. |
| Hop on the bus, Gus; - You don't need to discuss much; |
| Just drop off the key, Lee. - and get yourself free. |
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140. First we Take Manhattan
| They | sentenced me to twenty years of | boredom, |
| For | trying to change the system from | within. |
| I'm | coming now I'm coming to | reward them: |
| First we take Man | hattan, | then we take Ber | lin. |
| I'm guided by a signal in the heavens. I'm guided by this birthmark on my skin. |
| I'm guided by the beauty of our weapons: First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin. |
| I'd | really like to live beside you, | baby. |
| I love your | body and your spirit and your | clothes, |
| But you | see that line there moving through the | station. |
| I | told you - I | told you - I | told you I was one of | those. |
| You loved me as a loser but now you're worried that I just might win. |
| You know the way to stop me but you don't have the discipline. |
| How many nights I prayed for this: to let my work begin: |
| First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin. |
| I don't like your fashion business, mister. I don't like these drugs that keep you thin. |
| I don't like what happened to your sister: First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin. |
| I'd really like to live beside you, baby. |
| I love your body and your spirit and your clothes. |
| But you see that line there moving through the station: |
| I told you - I told you - I told you I was one of those. |
| And I thank you for those items that you sent me. The monkey and the plywood violin. |
| I practiced every night and now I'm ready: First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin. |
| Remember me, I used to live for music. Remember me, I brought your groceries in. |
| It's Father's Day and everybody's wounded: First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin. |
141. Five Hundred Miles
| If you | miss the train I'm | on, you will | know that I am | gone. |
| You can | hear the whistle | blow a hundred | miles. |
| A hundred | miles, a hundred | miles, a hundred | miles, a hundred | miles, |
| You can | hear the whistle | blow a hundred | miles. |
| Lord I'm one, Lord I'm two, Lord I'm three, Lord I'm four, |
| Lord I'm five hundred miles away from home. |
| Away from home, away from home, away from home, away from home, |
| Lord I'm five hundred miles away from home. |
| Not a shirt on my back, not a penny to my name, |
| Lord I can't go back home this a way. |
| This a way, this a way, this a way, this a way, |
| Lord I can't go back home this a way. |
| If you miss the train I'm on, you will know that I am gone. |
| You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles. |
| A hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles, |
| You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles. |
142. Fly me to the Moon - In Other Words
| Fly me to the | moon and let me | play among the | stars, |
| Let me see what | spring is like on | Jupiter and | Mars. |
| In | other words: | "Hold my | hand!" | In | other words: " | Darling | kiss me!" |
| Fill my heart with | song, and let me | sing for ever | more, |
| You are all I | long for, all I | worship and a | dore. |
| In | other words: | "Please be | true!" | In | other words: | "I love | You!" |
| Fly me to the | moon and let me | play among the | stars, |
| Let me see what | spring is like on | Jupiter and | Mars. |
| In | other words: | "Hold my | hand!" | In | other words: " | Darling | kiss me!" |
| Fill my heart with | song, and let me | sing for ever | more, |
| You are all I | long for, all I | worship and a | dore. |
| In | other words: | "Please be | true!" | In | other words: | "I love | You." |
143. Folsom Prison Blues
| I | hear the train a-comin'; it's rollin' 'round the bend, |
| And | I ain't seen the sunshine since I | don't know when, |
| I'm | stuck at Folsom Prison and time keeps draggin' | on. |
| But that | train keeps a-rollin' on down to San An | tone. |
| When | I was just a baby my momma told me: "Son, |
| Always be a good boy; don't | ever play with guns." |
| But I | shot a man in Reno, just to watch him | die. |
| When I | hear that whistle blowin', I hang my head and | cry. |
| I | bet there's rich folk eatin' in a fancy dining car. |
| They're | prob'ly drinkin' coffee and | smokin' big cigars. |
| But I | know I had it comin', I know I can't be | free. |
| But those | people keep a-movin', and that's what tortures | me. |
| Well if they | freed me from this prison, if that railroad train was mine, |
| I | bet I'd move it all a little | farther down the line. |
| Far from Folsom Prison, that's where I want to | stay. |
| And I'd | let that lonesome whistle blow my blues a | way. |
144. For no One
| Your | day breaks, your | mind aches, | You find that | all her words |
| Of | kindness linger | on - When she no | longer needs you. |
| She | wakes up, she | makes up, | She takes her | time |
| and doesn't | feel she has to | hurry - She no | longer needs you. |
| And in her | eyes you see | nothing - |
| No sign of | love behind the | tears - Cried for | no one. |
| A love that | should have lasted | years. |
| You | want her, you | need her, | And yet you | don't believe her |
| When she said her | love is dead - You | think she needs you... |
| And in her | eyes you see | nothing - |
| No sign of | love behind the | tears - Cried for | no one. |
| A love that | should have lasted | years. |
| You | stay home, she | goes out, | She says that | long ago |
| She | knew someone but | now he's gone - She | doesn't need him. |
| Your | day breaks, your | mind aches, | There will be | time |
| When all the | things she said will | fill your head - you | won't forget her. |
| And in her | eyes you see | nothing - |
| No sign of | love behind the | tears - Cried for | no one. |
| A love that | should have lasted | years. |
145. For Your Love
| (For | your love) |
| I'd give you | everything and | more and that's for | sure. (For your love) |
| I'd bring you | diamond rings and | things right to your | door. (For your love) |
| To thrill you | with delight, | I'd give you | diamonds bright! |
| Double takes I | will excite, | make you dream of | me at night! |
| For your | loo- | oo- | oo- | oove - For your | loo- | oo- | oo- | oove |
| For your | loo- | oo- | oo- | oove |
| For your | love, for your love I would | give the stars | above! |
| For your | love, for your love I would | give you all I | could. |
| (For | your love) |
| I'd give the | moon if it | were mine to | give (For your love) |
| I'd give the | stars and the | sun for I | live (For your love) |
| For your loo-oo-oo-oove - For your loo-oo-oo-oove |
| For your loo-oo-oo-oove |
146. Forever Young
| May God bless and keep you always; |
| May your | wishes all come true; |
| May you | always do for others, |
| And let others do for | you. |
| May you build a ladder to the stars, |
| And | climb on every rung; |
| May you | stay | - forever | young. |
| Forever | young, forever | young. |
| May you | stay | - | forever | young. |
| May you grow up to be righteous; |
| May you | grow up to be true; |
| May you | always know the truth, |
| And see the light surrounding | you. |
| May you always be courageous; |
| Stand | upright and be strong, |
| And may you | stay | - forever | young. |
| Forever | young, forever | young. |
| May you | stay | - | forever | young. |
| May your hands always be busy; |
| May your | feet always be swift; |
| May you | have a strong foundation, |
| When the winds of changes | shift. |
| May your heart always be joyful; |
| May your | song always be sung, |
| And may you | stay | - forever | young |
| Forever | young, forever | young. |
| May you | stay | - | forever | young. |
147. Four Strong Winds
| Four strong winds that blow lonely, seven seas that run high, |
| All these things that won't change, come what may. |
| Well our good times all are gone, and I'm bound for movin' on, |
| I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way. |
| Think I'll go down to Alberta, weather's good there in the fall, |
| Got some friends that I could go to workin' for. |
| Still I wish you'd change your mind, if I asked you one more time, |
| But we've been through that a hundred times or more. |
| Four strong winds that blow lonely, seven seas that run high, |
| All these things that won't change, come what may. |
| Well our good times all are gone, and I'm bound for movin' on, |
| I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way. |
| If I get there 'fore the snow flies, and if things are goin' good, |
| You could meet me if I sent you down the fare. |
| But by then it would be winter, not much for you to do, |
| And those winds sure blow cold, way out there. |
| Four strong winds that blow lonely, seven seas that run high, |
| All these things that won't change, come what may. |
| Well our good times all are gone, and I'm bound for movin' on, |
| I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way. |
148. Fox On The Run
| She | walked through the | corn leading | down to the | river, |
| Her | hair shone like | gold in the | hot morning | sun. |
| She | took all the | love that a | poor boy could | give her, |
| And | left me to | die like the | fox on the | run. |
| Like the | fox (like the fox, like the fox) on the | run. |
| Everybody | knows the | reason for the | fall: |
| When | woman tempted | man down in | paradise's | hall. |
| This | woman tempted | me, all yes, then | took me for a | ride; |
| But | like the weary | fox I | need a place to | hide! |
| She | walked through the | corn leading | down to the | river, |
| Her | hair shone like | gold in the | hot morning | sun. |
| She | took all the | love that a | poor boy could | give her, |
| And | left me to | die like the | fox on the | run. |
| Like the | fox (like the fox, like the fox) on the | run. |
| Come | take a glass of | wine and | fortify your | soul. |
| We'll | talk about the | world and | friends we used to | know. |
| I'll | illustrate, a | girl | who put me on the | floor. |
| The | game is nearly up, the | hounds are | at my | door! |
| I saw her | walk through the | corn leading | down to the | river, |
| Her | hair shone like | gold in the | hot morning | sun. |
| She | took all the | love that a | poor boy could | give her, |
| And | left me to | die like the | fox on the | run. |
| You know - she | walked through the | corn leading | down to the | river, |
| Her | hair shone like | gold in the | hot morning | sun. |
| She | took all the | love that a | poor boy could | give her, |
| And | Left me to die |
| Like the | fox (like the fox, like the fox) on the | run. |
149. Free Fallin'
| (Intro) | / | / | / |
| She's a | good | girl, | loves | her | mama; |
| Loves | Je | sus and | Ameri | ca | too. |
| She's a | good | girl, | crazy ' | bout | Elvis; |
| Loves | hors | es and her | boy - | friend | too. |
| It's a | long | day | livin' | in Re | seda. |
| There's a | free | way run | nin' | through the | yard. |
| And i'm a | bad | boy, cause I | don't | even | miss her |
| I'm a | bad | boy for | breakin' | her | heart |
| Now I'm | free- | e- | e- | e - free | fall- | i- | i- | in'! |
| Yeah I'm | free- | e- | e- | e - free | fall- | i- | i- | in'! |
| All the vampires walkin' through the valley |
| Move west down Ventura Boulevard. |
| All the bad boys are standing in the shadows |
| And the good girls are home with broken hearts. |
| Now I'm free - free fall-in'! |
| Yeah I'm free - free fall-in'! |
| I wanna glide down over Mulholland. |
| I wanna write her name in the sky. |
| Gonna free fall out into nothin'. |
| Gonna leave this world for a while. |
| And I'm free - free fallin - now I'm, free fallin. |
| Free fall-in' - free fallin - now I'm, free fallin. |
| Yeah I'm free - free fallin - now I'm, free fallin. |
| Free fall-in' - free fallin - now I'm, free fallin. |
150. Friday On My Mind
| Monday morning feels so | bad | - | Everybody seems to | nag | me |
| Comin' Tuesday I feel | better - | Even my old man looks | good |
| Wednesday goes too slow - | Thursday just don't go |
| I have Friday on my | mind |
| I'm gonna have fun in the | city |
| Be with my girl she's so | pretty |
| She looks fine tonight - | She is out of sight to | me |
| (To | night) I'll spend my bread - (To | night) I'll lose my head |
| (To | night) I've got to get - To | ni-i- | ight |
| Monday I've got | Friday on my | mind |
| Do the night-day grind once more - I know of nothing else that bores me |
| More than working for the rich man - Hey I'll change that scene one day |
| Today I might be mad - Tomorrow I'll be glad |
| I'll have Friday on my mind |
151. Friend Of The Devil
| I lit | out from | Reno | I was | trailed by | twenty | hounds. |
| Didn't | get to | sleep that | night 'til the | morning | came a | round. |
| Set out running but I take my time - | A friend of the devil is a friend of mine. |
| If I get home before day light - | I just might get some sleep to | night. |
| Ran into the devil, babe, he loaned me twenty bills. |
| Spent the night in Utah in a cave up in the hills. |
| Set out running but I take my time - A friend of the devil is a friend of mine. |
| If I get home before day light - I just might get some sleep tonight. |
| Ran down to the levee but the devil caught me there; |
| Took my twenty dollar bill and vanished in the air. |
| Set out running but I take my time - A friend of the devil is a friend of mine. |
| If I get home before day light - I just might get some sleep tonight. |
| Got two reasons why I cry away each lonely night: |
| The | first one's named Sweet Anne Marie and she's my heart's delight! |
| Second one is prison, babe, the sheriff's on my trail! |
| And | if he catches up with me I'll | spend my life in | jail! |
| Got a wife in Chino, babe, and one in Cherokee, |
| First one says she's got my child but it don't look like me. |
| Set out running but I take my time - A friend of the devil is a friend of mine. |
| If I get home before day light - I just might get some sleep tonight. |
| Got two reasons... |
| Got a wife in Chino... |
| ...I just might get some sleep tonight. |
152. From Hank to Hendrix
| From Hank to | Hendrix, I | walked these streets with | you. |
| Here I am with this | old guitar, | doing what I | do. |
| I always ex | pected that | you would see me | through. |
| I never believed in | much, but | I believed in | you. |
| Can we get it together, can we | still stand side by | side. |
| Can we make it last, | like a musical | ride? |
| From Marilyn to | Madonna, I | always loved your | smile, |
| Now we're headed for the | big divorce, | California | style. |
| I found myself | singin' | like a long lost | friend |
| The same thing that | makes you live can | kill you in the | end. |
| Can we get it together, can we | still stand side by | side. |
| Can we make it last, | like a musical | ride? |
| Sometimes it's dis | torted | not clear to | you. |
| Sometimes the | beauty of love just | comes ringin' | through. |
| New glass in the | window, | new leaf on the | tree, |
| new distance | between us | you and | me. |
| Can we get it together, can we | still stand side by | side. |
| Can we make it last, | like a musical | ride? |
153. Further On Up The Road
| Where the road is | dark And the seed is | sewed; |
| Where the gun is | cocked As the bullet's | cold. |
| Where the miles are | marked | In the blood and the | gold: |
| And I'll | meet you further | on up the | road. |
| Got on my dead man | suit And my smilin' skull | ring; |
| My lucky graveyard | boots And a song to | sing. |
| I got a song to | sing | That keeps me out of the c | old; |
| And I'll | meet you further | on up the r | oad. |
| Further on up the | road - Further on up the | road. |
| Where the way is | dark - And the night is | cold. |
| One sunny | mornin' | - We'll rise I | know: |
| And I'll | meet you further | on up the | road! |
| Now I've been out in the | desert Just doin' my | time. |
| Searchin' through the | dust Lookin' for a | sign. |
| If there's a light up | ahead Well brother I don't | know; |
| But I've | got this fever | burnin' in my | soul. |
| Further on up the | road - Further on up the | road. |
| Where the way is | dark - And the night is | cold. |
| One sunny | mornin' | - We'll rise I | know: |
| And I'll | meet you further | on up the | road! |
154. Games People Play
| La-da da da da da da da La-da da | da da da de |
| La-da da | da da da | La-da da | da |
| Oh, the games people play, now, every night and every | day, now, |
| Never meaning what they | say now, | never saying what they | mean. |
| While they wile away the hours in their ivory | towers, |
| Till they're covered up with | flowers, | In the back of a black limou | sine. |
| La-da da da da da da da; La-da da | da da da de; |
| Talking 'bout | you and me, | and the games people | play, now! |
| Oh, we make one another cry, break a heart then we say goodbye, |
| Cross our hearts and we hope to die, that the other was to blame. |
| Neither one will ever give in, so we gaze at our eight by ten; |
| Thinking 'bout the things that might have been, it's a dirty rotten shame. |
| La-da da da da da da da; La-da da da da da de; |
| Talking 'bout you and me, and the games people play, now! |
| People walking up to you, singing glory halleluja, |
| And they're tryin to sock it to ya, in the name of the Lord. |
| They're gonna teach you how to meditate, read your horoscope, cheat your faith, |
| And further more to hell with hate, come on and get on board. |
| La-da da da da da da da; La-da da da da da de; |
| Talking 'bout you and me, and the games people play, now! |
| Look around tell me what you see, what's happening to you and me, |
| God grant me the serenity, to just remember who I am, woah! |
| Cause you've given up your sanity, for your pride and your vanity, |
| Turn your back on humanity, and you don't give a da da da da da. |
| La-da da da da da da da; La-da da da da da de; |
| Talking 'bout you and me, and the games people play, now! |
| La-da da da da... |
155. Geld
| Geld macht nicht | glücklich, es be | ruhigt nur die | Nerven |
| Und man | muß es schon be | sitzen, um's zum | Fenster rauszu | werfen. |
| Und wenn | ich das große | Los zieh und's geht | nicht gleich alles | drauf, |
| mach ich | an der nächsten | Ecke 'ne | Lottobude auf! |
| Geld! (Manche | haben's, | manche haben's | nicht.) |
| Gib mir 'n bißchen | Geld! (Aber ich werd einfach | sauer, | wenn ich kein's | krieg.) |
| Vor den Leuten, die Geld sammeln, kann man eigentlich nur warnen, |
| denn noch nicht mal Samt und Seide können ihre Pferdefüße tarnen. |
| Und wenn ich das große Los zieh, geb' ich sicher alles aus, |
| für Platin, Gold und Aktien und'n supergroßes Haus. (mit Swimmingpool) |
| Geld! ( Mache haben's) |
| Gib mir 'n bißchen Geld! (manche haben's nicht) |
| Ich brauch Geld! (Aber ich werd' einfach sauer) |
| Jede Menge Geld! (wenn ich kein's krieg) |
| Die Moral von der Geschichte soll die Reichen jetzt erreichen, |
| vielleicht lässt sich ja der eine oder andere mal erweichen. |
| Denn mein Bankdirektor hungert, die Gerichtsvollzieher weinen, |
| vielleicht schickt mir ja ein netter Millionär mal ein paar Scheine. (Ich sammle nämlich Scheine.) |
| Geld! ( Mache haben's) |
| Gib mir 'n bißchen Geld! (manche haben's nicht) |
| Ich brauch Geld! (Aber ich werd' einfach sauer) |
| Jede Menge Geld! (wenn ich kein's krieg) |
| (Mache haben's) |
| (manche haben's nicht) |
| (Aber ich werd' einfach sauer) |
| (wenn ich kein's krieg) |
| Geld macht nicht glücklich, es beruhigt nur die Nerven |
| und man muß es schon besitzen, um's zum Fenster rauszuwerfen. |
| Und man kann bekanntlich alles außer Liebe dafür kaufen, |
| doch der beste Weg von allen is'es einfach zu versaufen. |
| Geld! ( Mache haben's) |
| Gib mir 'n bißchen Geld! (manche haben's nicht) |
| Ich brauch Geld! (Aber ich werd' einfach sauer) |
| Gib mir 'n bisschen Menge Geld! (wenn ich kein's krieg) |
| Geld! ( Mache haben's) |
| Gib mir 'n bißchen Geld! (manche haben's nicht) |
| Ich brauch Geld! (Aber ich werd' einfach sauer) |
| Gib mir 'n bisschen Menge Geld! (wenn ich kein's krieg) |
| (Mache haben's) |
| (manche haben's nicht) |
| (Aber ich werd' einfach sauer) |
| (wenn ich kein's krieg) |
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156. Get thee behind me, Satan
| My Boss comes up to me with a five-dollar bill, |
| Says, "Get you some whiskey, boy, and | drink your fill." |
| Get thee | behind me, Satan, travel on down the | line. |
| I am a | union man, gonna | leave you be | hind. |
| A red-headed woman took me out to dine, |
| Says, "Love me, baby, leave your union behind." |
| Get thee behind me, Satan, travel on down the line. |
| I am a union man, gonna leave you behind. |
| On the Fourth of July, the politicians say, |
| "Vote for us and we'll raise your pay." |
| Get thee behind me, Satan, travel on down the line. |
| I am a union man, gonna leave you behind. |
| Oh, the company union sent out a call, |
| They said, "Join us in the summer, we'll forget you in the fall." |
| Get thee behind me, Satan, travel on down the line. |
| I am a union man, gonna leave you behind. |
| If anyone should ask you your union to sell, |
| Just tell him where to go, send him back to hell! |
| Get thee behind me, Satan, travel on down the line. |
| I am a union man, gonna leave you behind. |
157. Get Off Of My Cloud
| / / | / / / / | / / | / / / / |
| I | live in an | apparmtent on the | ninety-ninth | floor of my | block |
| I | sit at home lookin' | out my window i | magining the world has | stopped |
| Then | in flies a | guy who's all dressed | up just like a Union | Jack |
| He | says "I'd 've won five | pounds if I | had this kind of detergent | pack" |
| Said I " | Hey | you get | off of my | cloud |
| Hey | you get | off of my | cloud |
| Hey | you get | off of my | cloud |
| Don't hang around, 'cause two's a | crowd on my | cloud! |
| The telephone is ringing I say "Hi who's there on the line?" |
| A voice says "Hi hello how are you?" "Well I guess I am doin' fine!" |
| He says "It's three a.m. there's too much noise don't you people want to go to bed? |
| Just cause you feel so good, do you have to drive me out of my head?" |
| I was sick and tired, fed up with things and decided to take a drive down town. |
| It was so very quiet and peaceful, there was nobody, not a soul around. |
| I laid myself down, I was so tired and I started to dream. |
| In the morning the parking tickets were just like flags stuck on my windscreen! |
158. Ghost Riders In The Sky
| An | old cowboy went ridin' out one | dark and windy day. |
| U | pon a ridge he rested as he | went along his way. |
| When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed cows he saw: |
| Plowin' through the ragged skies, and | up a cloudy draw. |
| Their brands were still on fire and their | hoofs were made of steel. |
| Their | horns were black and shiny and their hot | breath he could feel. |
| A | bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky; |
| For he | saw the riders comin' hard, and he heard their mournful cry: |
| Yippie-I- | ay, | yippie-I- | oh -- The | ghost riders in the | sky! |
| Their | faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their | shirts all soaked with sweat. |
| He's | ridin' hard to catch that herd, but he | ain't caught 'em yet'. |
| 'Cause they | got to ride forever on that range up in the sky, |
| On | horses snorting fire as they | ride on hear their cry! |
| As the | riders loped on by him he | heard one call his name: |
| "If you | wanna to save your soul from hell a- | ridin' on our range, |
| Then | cowboy change your ways today, or with us you will ride, |
| Tryin' to | catch the devil's herd a | cross these endless skies!" |
| Yippie-I-ay, yippie-I-oh - Ghost riders in the sky (3x)... |
159. Girl
| Is there | anybody | going to listen | to my | story |
| all about the | girl who came to | stay? |
| She's the | kind of girl you | want so much it | makes you | sorry |
| Still, you don't re | gret a single | day. |
| Ah | gi-i | rl, | gi-i | rl. |
| When I think of all the times I've tried so hard to leave her, |
| She will turn to me and start to cry. |
| And she promises the earth to me and I believe her, |
| after all this time I don't know why. |
| Ah, girl, girl. |
| She's the kind of girl who puts you | down when friends are there, you feel a | fool. |
| When you say she's looking good she | acts as if it's understood. | She's coo-oo- | ool! |
| gi-i | rl, | gi-i | rl. |
| Was she told when she was young that pain would lead to pleasure? |
| Did she understand it when they said: |
| that a man must break his back to earn his day of leisure, |
| Will she still believe it when he's dead? |
| Ah girl, girl, girl! |
160. Give My Lve to Rose
| I | found him by the | railroad track this | morning |
| I | could see that | he was nearly | dead |
| I knelt down beside him and I | listened |
| Just to hear the words the dying fellow said |
| He said they let me out of | prison down in | Frisco |
| For ten long years I've | paid for what I've | done |
| I was trying to get back to Louisi | ana |
| To see my Rose and get to know my | son |
| Give my love to Rose please won't you | mister |
| Take her all my money, tell her to | buy some pretty clothes |
| Tell my boy his daddy's so proud | of him |
| And don't forget to give my love to | Rose |
| Tell them I said | thanks for waiting | for me - | Tell my boy to | help his mom at | home |
| Tell my Rose to try to find | another - | For it ain't right that she should live alone |
| Mister here's a | bag with all my | money - | It won't last them | long the way it | goes |
| God bless you for finding me this | morning - | And don't forget to give my love to | Rose |
| Give my love to Rose please won't you | mister |
| Take her all my money, tell her to | buy some pretty clothes |
| Tell my boy his daddy's so proud | of him |
| And don't forget to give my love to | Rose |
161. Go, Tell it on the Mountain
| Go, tell it on the mountain, | over the hills and | ev'rywhere, |
| Go, tell it on the moun | tain, that | Jesus | Christ is | born, |
| When I was a seeker, I | sought both night an' | day, |
| I asked the Lord to help me, and | he showed me the | way: |
| Go, tell it on the mountain, ... |
| He made me a wathcman, upon the city wall; |
| And if I am a Christian, I am the last of all. |
| Go, tell it on the mountain, ... |
162. Goldwatch Blues
| I went up for my interview on the | fourth day | of Ju | ly. |
| Personnel man he questioned me un | til I | nearly | cried, |
| He made me fill in forms un | til I | shook with | fear: |
| About the colour of my toilet roll and | if my | cousin's | queer. |
| Here's your goldwatch and the | shackles | for your | chain, |
| And your piece of paper to | say you | left here | sane. |
| And if you've got a son who | wants a | good ca | reer: |
| Just | get | him to sign on the dotted line and | work for | fifty | years. |
| He asked me how many jobs I'd had before. |
| He nearly had a heart attack when I answered: Four. |
| Four jobs in twenty years, oh, this can never be! |
| We only take on men who work until they die. |
| Here's your goldwatch... |
| He took me outside to where the gravestones stand in line. |
| This is where we bury them in quick-stone and in lime! |
| And if you come to work for us on this you must agree: |
| That if you're going to die please do it during tea-break. |
| Here's your goldwatch... |
| This story that you heard you may think rather queer, |
| But it is the truth you'll be surprised to hear. |
| I did not want no job upon the board: |
| I just wanted to take a broom and sweep the bloody floor. |
| Here's your goldwatch... |
163. Good People
| You | win it's your | show now, So | what's it going to be? |
| Because | people will tune | in, How many train wrecks | do we need to see? |
| Be | fore we lose | touch And | we thought this was low. |
| Well it's | bad, getting | worse.... |
| Where'd all the good people | go? | - I've been | changing channels and I don't | see them on the | TV shows. |
| Where'd all the good people | go? | - We've got | heaps and heaps of | what we sow! |
| They got | this and that with a | rattle a tat. Tes | ting, one, two, man | whatcha gonna do? |
| Bad | news misused, got | too much to lose. | Give me some truth now, | who's side are we on? |
| What | ever you say, | Turn on the | boob tube, I'm in the | mood to obey. So | lead me a | stray, And by the | way now... |
| Where'd all the good people | go? | - I've been | changing channels and I don't | see them on the | TV shows. |
| Where'd all the good people | go? | - We've got | heaps and heaps of | what we sow! |
| Sitting around feeling far a | way, | So far away but I can feel the | debris, can you | feel it? |
| You interrupt me from a | friendly conversation | To tell me how great it's all going to | be. |
| You - might - no | tice some hesitation, | Because it's important to you, it's not important to | me. |
| But way down by the | edge of your reason | It's beginning to show and all I | really want to know is... |
| Where'd all the good people | go? | - I've been | changing channels and I don't | see them on the | TV shows. |
| Where'd all the good people | go? | - We've got | heaps and heaps of | what we sow! |
| They got | this and that with a | rattle a tat, Tes | ting, one, two, man | whatcha gonna do? |
| Bad | news misused, | give me some truth. |
| You got | too much to lose, Whose | side are we on today, | anyway? (Where'd all the good people go?) |
| Okay what | ever you say - | Wrong and resolute but in the | mood to obey |
| Station to sta | tion, desensi | tizing the na | tion (Where'd all the good people go?) - | Going, going, gone |
164. Green, Green Grass Of Home
| The | old home town looks the same as I | step down from the | train, |
| And there to meet me is my mama and | papa. |
| Down the | road I look and | there runs Mary, | hair of gold and | lips like cherries, |
| It's | good to touch the | green, green | grass of | home. |
| Yes, they'll all come to | meet me, | arms a-reaching, smiling sweetly; |
| It's | good to touch the | green, green | grass of | home. |
| The | old house is still standing, though the | paint is cracked and | dry, |
| And there's that old oak tree that I used to | play on; |
| Down the | lane I walk and with | my sweet Mary, | hair of gold an lips like cherries; |
| it's | good to touch the | green, green | grass of | home. |
| Then I awake and look around me, at the four gray walls that surround me; |
| And I realize that I was only dreaming. |
| For there's a guard and there's a sad old padre. Arm and arm we'll walk at daybreak, |
| Again I'll touch the green, green grass of home. |
| Yes, they'll all come to | see me in the | shade of that old oak tree; |
| As they | lay me 'neath the | green, green | grass of | home. |
165. Greensleeves
| A | las, my | love, you | do me | wrong, To | cast me off dis | courteously. |
| For | I have | loved you | well and | long, De | lighting in | your compa | ny. |
| Greensleeves was | all my | joy - | Greensleeves was | my delight, |
| Greensleeves was my | heart of | gold, And | who but my | lady | greensleeves. |
| Your vows you've broken, like my heart, Oh, why did you so enrapture me? |
| Now I remain in a world apart - But my heart remains in captivity. |
| Greensleeves was all my joy - Greensleeves was my delight, |
| Greensleeves was my heart of gold, And who but my lady greensleeves. |
| I have been ready at your hand, To grant whatever you would crave, |
| I have both wagered life and land, Your love and good-will for to have. |
| Greensleeves was all my joy - Greensleeves was my delight, |
| Greensleeves was my heart of gold, And who but my lady greensleeves. |
| If you intend thus to disdain, It does the more enrapture me, |
| And even so, I still remain - A lover in captivity. |
| Greensleeves was all my joy - Greensleeves was my delight, |
| Greensleeves was my heart of gold, And who but my lady greensleeves. |
| My men were clothed all in green, And they did ever wait on thee; |
| All this was gallant to be seen, And yet thou wouldst not love me. |
| Greensleeves was all my joy - Greensleeves was my delight, |
| Greensleeves was my heart of gold, And who but my lady greensleeves. |
| Thou couldst desire no earthly thing, But still thou hadst it readily. |
| Thy music still to play and sing; And yet thou wouldst not love me. |
| Greensleeves was all my joy - Greensleeves was my delight, |
| Greensleeves was my heart of gold, And who but my lady greensleeves. |
| Well, I will pray to God on high, That thou my constancy mayst see, |
| And that yet once before I die, Thou wilt vouchsafe to love me. |
| Greensleeves was all my joy - Greensleeves was my delight, |
| Greensleeves was my heart of gold, And who but my lady greensleeves. |
| Ah, Greensleeves, now farewell, adieu, To God I pray to prosper thee, |
| For I am still thy lover true, Come once again and love me. |
| Greensleeves was all my joy - Greensleeves was my delight, |
| Greensleeves was my heart of gold, And who but my lady greensleeves. |
166. Griechischer Wein
| Es war schon | dunkel als ich durch Vorstadtstraßen | heim | wärts | ging. |
| Da war ein Wirtshaus aus dem das Licht noch auf den | Geh | steig | schien. |
| Ich hatte | Zeit und mir war | kalt, drum trat ich ein. |
| Da saßen | Männer mit braunen Augen und mit | schwar | zem | Haar, |
| und aus der Jukebox erklang Musik die fremd und | süd | lich | war. |
| Als man mich | sah stand einer | auf und lud mich | ein. |
| Griechischer Wein - ist so wie das Blut der Erde, |
| Komm, schenk dir ein, und wenn ich dann traurig werde, |
| Liegt es daran, dass ich immer träume von da | heim, du musst verzeih'n! |
| Griechischer Wein - und die altvertrauten Lieder, |
| Schenk nochmal ein, denn ich fühl' die Sehnsucht wieder, |
| In dieser Stadt werd' ich immer nur ein Fremder | sein | und al | lein. |
| Und dann erzählten sie mir von grünen Hügeln, Meer und Wind, |
| von alten Häusern und jungen Frauen, die alleine sind, |
| und von dem Kind, das seinen Vater noch nie sah. |
| Sie sagten sich immer wieder: bald kommt er zurück. |
| Und das Ersparte genügt zu Hause für ein kleines Glück. |
| Und bald denkt keiner mehr daran, wie es hier war. |
| Griechischer Wein - ist so wie das Blut der Erde, |
| Komm, schenk dir ein, und wenn ich dann traurig werde, |
| Liegt es daran, dass ich immer träume von daheim, du musst verzeih'n! |
| Griechischer Wein - und die altvertrauten Lieder, |
| Schenk nochmal ein, denn ich fühl' die Sehnsucht wieder, |
| In dieser Stadt werd' ich immer nur ein Fremder sein und allein. |
167. Guantanamera
| Yo soy un | hombre sin | cero, | de donde | crece la | palma |
| Yo soy un | hombre sin | ce | ro, de donde | crece la palm | a |
| Y antes de | morirme | quie | ro echar mis | versos de | alm | a |
| Guantanamera, | guajira | guantaname | ra |
| Guantana | me-e-e | ra, guajira | guantana | me-e- | ra |
| |: Mi verso es de un verde claro y de un carmin encendido :| |
| Mi verso es un ciervo herido que busca en el monte amparo |
| |: Con los pobres de la tierra quiero yo mi suerte echar :| |
| El arroyo de la sierra me complace mas que el mar |
168. Gute Nacht, Freunde
| Gute Nacht, | Freunde, | es wird Zeit für mich zu | geh'n, |
| Was ich noch zu sagen | hätte dauert eine Ziga | rette |
| Und ein letztes Glas im | Steh'n. |
| Für den Tag, für die | Nacht unter Eurem Dach habt | Dank. |
| Für den Platz an Eurem | Tisch, für jedes Glas, das ich trank. |
| Für den Teller, den Ihr | mit zu den Euren | stellt, |
| Als sei selbstver | ständlicher | nichts auf der | Welt. |
| Habt dank für die | Zeit, die ich mit Euch verplaudert | hab' |
| Und für Eure Ge | duld, wenn's mehr als eine Meinung gab |
| Dafür, daß Ihr nie | fragt wann ich komme oder | geh' |
| Und für die stets offene | Tür, in | der ich jetzt | steh' |
| Für die Freiheit, die als | steter Gast bei Euch | wohnt |
| Habt Dank, daß Ihr nie | fragt was es bringt, ob es lohnt |
| Vielleicht liegt es da | ran, daß man von draußen | meint |
| Daß in Euren | Fenstern das | Licht wärmer | scheint |
| Gute Nacht, Freunde, es wird Zeit für mich zu geh'n. |
| Was ich noch zu sagen hätte dauert eine Zigarette |
| Und ein letztes Glas im | Steh'n. |
169. Guten Tag Liebes Glück
| Heute ist ein guter Tag um glücklich zu sein, Steht das | Glück vor der Tür, dann lass ich es rein. |
| Guten | Tag liebes Glück, schön dich zu sehen, | Kaffee oder Tee? |
| Du willst doch nicht gleich wieder gehen? |
| Ich | bleib auch entspannt, halt dich nicht fest, denn ich | weiß, |
| dass du bleibst, wenn man dich lässt. |
| Was ver | schafft mir das Glück? Eins ist ja klar, frag mich | nicht wie es mir geht, |
| denn du warst ja nicht da. |
| Heute ist ein guter Tag um glücklich zu sein. | Heute ist ein guter Tag um glücklich zu sein. |
| Des | wegen, kommst du mir ge | legen, wird auch langsam | Zeit. |
| Nun sitzt das Glück schon so lang auf der Couch, Ich | fühl mich sehr wohl, |
| doch dann denke ich: Autsch! |
| Langsam kommt das schlechte Gewissen, Werden | andere das Glück jetzt nicht vermissen? |
| Ich | kann doch nicht sagen, es sollte nun gehen, Das | Glück im Haus zu haben, |
| ist doch sehr schön. |
| Ich | bin ganz verblüfft von der Situation, | Vielleicht bin ich verwöhnt, |
| doch was macht das schon, denn |
| Heute ist ein guter Tag um glücklich zu sein. | Heute ist ein guter Tag um glücklich zu sein. |
| Des | wegen, kommst du mir ge | legen. |
| Mir war das gar nicht klar doch jetzt sehe ich ein: | Heute ist ein guter Tag um glücklich zu sein. |
| Wenns | bliebe, mir zu | liebe, wird auch langsam | Zeit. |
| Heute ist ein guter Tag um glücklich zu sein. | Heute ist ein guter Tag um glücklich zu sein. |
| Wird auch endlich | Zeit! |
170. Hallelujah
| Well, I | heard there was a | secret chord, That | David played, and it | pleased the Lord |
| But | you don't really | care for music, | do ya? |
| Well, it | goes like this: the | fourth, the | fifth, The | minor fall and the | major lift, |
| The | baffled king com | posing Halle | lujah |
| Halle | lujah, Halle | lujah, Halle | lujah, Halle | lu | jah |
| Well, your faith was strong, but you needed proof, You saw her bathing on the roof |
| Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya |
| And she tied you to her kitchen chair, And she broke your throne and she cut your hair, |
| And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah |
| Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah |
| Well, baby, I've been here before, I've seen this room and I've walked this floor |
| You know, I used to live alone before I knew ya |
| And I've seen your flag on the marble arch, And love is not a victory march, |
| It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah |
| Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah |
| Well, there was a time when you let me know - What's really going on below, |
| But now you never show that to me, do ya? |
| But remember when I moved in you, And the holy dove was moving too |
| And every breath we drew was Hallelujah |
| Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah |
| Well, maybe there is a God above - But all I've ever learned from love, |
| Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya. |
| And it's not a cry that you hear at night; It's not somebody who's seen the light, |
| It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah |
| Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, |
| Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah... |
171. Halt dich an deiner Liebe fest
| Wenn niemand bei dir is' und du | denkst, dass keiner dich sucht, |
| und du hast die Reise ins Jenseits | vielleicht schon gebucht, |
| und all die Lügen geben | Dir den Rest: |
| Halt dich | an deiner | Liebe | fest. |
| Halt dich | an deiner | Liebe | fest. |
| Wenn der Frühling kommt | und deine Seele brennt, |
| Du wachst nachts auf aus deinen | Träumen, |
| aber da is' niemand, der | bei dir pennt, |
| wenn der, auf den du wartest, | dich sitzen läßt: |
| Halt dich | an deiner | Liebe | fest. |
| Halt dich | an deiner | Liebe | fest. |
| Wenn der Novemberwind | deine Hoffnung verweht, |
| und du bist so müde, weil du nicht mehr | weißt, wie's weitergeht, |
| wenn dein kaltes Bett dich nicht | schlafen läßt: |
| Halt dich | an deiner | Liebe | fest. |
| Halt dich | an deiner | Liebe | fest. |
172. Hang On Sloopy
| Ha- | ang on | Sloopy, | Sloopy hang | on! |
| Ha- | ang on | Sloopy, | Sloopy hang | on! |
| Sloopy | lives in a | very bad | part of | tow | n, |
| And | ever | ybody, | yeah, tries to | put my Sloopy | dow | n. |
| Sloopy | I don't | care, what your | daddy | do | , |
| 'Cause | you know | Sloopy, | girl, I'm in | love with | yo | u! |
| And so I sing out: |
| Hang on Sloopy, Sloopy hang on! |
| Hang on Sloopy, Sloopy hang on! |
| Sloopy wears a red dress, yeah, |
| As old as the hills. |
| but when Sloopy wears that red dress, yeah. |
| you know it gives me the chills. |
| Sloopy when I see you walking, |
| walking down the street: |
| I say "don't worry Sloopy, girl, |
| You belong to me!" |
| And so I sing out: |
| Hang on Sloopy, Sloopy hang on! |
| Hang on Sloopy, Sloopy hang on! |
| Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah! |
| Sloopy let your hair down, girl, |
| Let it hang down on me. |
| Sloopy let your hair down, girl, |
| Let it hang down on me, yeah! |
| Come on Sloopy, (come on, come on) |
| Oh, come on Sloopy! (come on, come on) |
| Oh come on Sloopy! (come on, come on) |
| Oh come on Sloopy! (come on, come on) |
| Well it feels so good! (come on, come on) |
| You know it feels so good! (come on, come on) |
| Well shake it, shake it, shake it Sloopy! (come on, come on) |
| Shake it, shake it, shake it yeah (come on, come on) Ooooh! |
| Hang on Sloopy, Sloopy hang on! |
| (yeah) (yeah) (yeah) (yeah) |
| Hang on Sloopy, Sloopy hang on! |
| (yeah) (yeah) (yeah) (yeah) |
| Hang on Sloopy, Sloopy hang on! |
173. Hank starb an 'ner Überdosis Hasch
| Hankie war ein Dockarbeiter, konnte rackern wie kein zweiter. |
| Seine Heimat war der Kai, | Lieblingslied Paloma, OhEh OhEh. |
| Hankies Job war das Verladen, und er hatte schon Milliarden |
| Tonnen Fracht an Land gebracht | bis zu dieser einen Nacht, OhEh. |
| |:Man | sagt, es macht nur lungenkrank und | lasch, aber | Hank starb an 'ner Überdosis | Hasch. | :| |
| Er rauchte grad 'ne Zigarette, da riß über ihm 'ne Kette. |
| Viernhalb Tonnen guter Roter und Old- | Hankie war ein Drogentoter, OhEh. |
| Man sagt, es macht nur lungenkrank und lasch, aber Hank starb an 'ner Überdosis Hasch. |
| Man sagt, es macht nur lungenkrank und lasch, aber Hank starb an 'ner Überdosis Hasch. |
| Übrig blieben | Frau und Kind, | die jetzt ohne | Vater sind. |
| Würd man Hasch le | galisiern, | könnt man's sichrer transportiern, | OhEh. |
| Man sagt, es macht nur lungenkrank und lasch, aber Hank starb an 'ner Überdosis Hasch. |
| Man sagt, es macht nur lungenkrank und lasch, aber Hank starb an 'ner Überdosis Hasch. |
| Paloma OhEh OhEh OhEh Ade |
174. Happy
| You're still | hiding | in the | park, | You look so | happy when you're | down, down, | down, |
| Under the | trees where you | won't be | found. |
| And you're still | dancing | in the | dark, | It makes you | happy when you're | down, down, | down. |
| Noone can | see you | spinning | round and | round. |
| And your | feet, they keep on | moving, Even when the | nights are | cold. |
| When you're | old, will you | still be dancing | on, Into the | da-a-awn of the | light. |
| I haven't | seen you | for a | while, | You still look | happy when you're | down, down, | down. |
| You keep on | moving to keep | warm when the | leaves turn | brown |
| You're still | reaching | up to the | sky, | It makes you | happy when you're | down, down, | down. |
| I still be | lieve that one | day you will take | off from the ground |
| And your | stars, they keep on | burning, Even when the | nights are | cold. |
| When you're | old, will you | still be dancing | on - Into the | da-a-awn. |
| Hear the voices | singing every | where. | Singing | love is coming | down to those who | care. |
| Hear the voices | singing every | where | Singing | love is coming | down to those who | care. |
| ( | 4x) |
| And your | feet, they keep on | moving, Even when the | nights are | cold. |
| When you're | old, will you | still be dancing | on, into the | da-a-awn. |
| And your | stars, they keep on | burning, Even when the | nights are | cold. |
| When you're | old, will you | still be dancing | on, Into the | da-a-awn of the | light |
175. Happy Birthday
| Happy birthday to | You, Happy birthday to | You. |
| Happy birthday dear | . . . . . . . , |
| Happy | birthday | to | You. |
176. Happy Together
| Imagine | me and you, I do |
| I think about you | day and night, it's only right |
| To think about the | girl you love and hold her tight - So happy to | gether |
| I should call you up, invest a dime |
| And you say you belong to me and ease my mind |
| Imagine how the world could be, so very fine - So happy together |
| I can see me | lovin' nobody but | you for all my | life |
| When you're with me, | baby the skies will be | blue for all my | life |
| Me and you and you and me |
| No matter how they thrust the dice, it has to be |
| The only one for me is you, and you for me - So happy together |
| I can see me lovin' nobody but you for all my life |
| When you're with me, baby the skies will be blue for all my life |
| Me and you and... |
| Ba-ba-ba-ba | ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba- | ba ba-ba-ba- | ba |
| Ba-ba-ba-ba | ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba- | ba ba-ba-ba- | ba |
| Me and you and... ...So happy together |
| So happy to | gether | - How is the | weather |
| So happy to | gether | - We're happy to | gether |
| So happy to | gether | - Happy toge | ther |
| So happy to | gether | - So happy to | gether |
| ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba- | ba... |
177. Have You Ever Seen The Rain
| ( | Intro) | Someone told me long ago |
| There's a calm before the storm, I | know, it's been coming for | some time. |
| When it's over, so they say, It'll rain a sunny day, I | know, |
| Shining down like | water. |
| I wanna | know: Have you | ever | seen the | rain? |
| I wanna | know: Have you | ever | seen the | rain |
| Coming | down on a sunny | day? |
| Yesterday and days before Sun is cold and rain is hard, I know, |
| Been that way for all my time. |
| 'Til forever on it goes, Thru the circle fast and slow, I know, |
| It can't stop, I wonder: |
| I wanna know: Have you ever seen the rain? |
| I wanna know: Have you ever seen the rain |
| Coming down on a sunny day? |
| I wanna know: Have you ever seen the rain? |
| I wanna know: Have you ever seen the rain |
| Coming down on a sunny day? |
178. He-Ho, spann den Wagen an
| He, | ho, | spann den Wagen | an, |
| denn der | Wind treibt | Regen über's | Land! |
| Holt die gold'nen | Garben, | holt die gold'nen | Garben! |
| Wehrt | euch, | leistet Wider | stand, |
| gegen | das A | tomkraftwerk im | Land! |
| Schließt euch fest zu | sammen, | Schließt euch fest zu | sammen! |
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w: He-ho, spann den Wa-gen an,
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w: Holt die gold-nen Gar-ben, holt die gold-nen Gar-ben!
179. Heart of Gold
| I wanna | live, | I wanna | give, |
| I've been a | miner for a | heart of | gold. |
| It's these ex | pressions | I never | give |
| that keep me searchin' for a | heart of gold, |
| And I'm gettin' old. |
| Keep me searchin' for a | heart of gold, |
| And I'm gettin' old. |
| I've been to | Hollywood, | I've been to | Redwood, |
| I'd cross the | ocean for a | heart of | gold, |
| I've been in | my mind, | it's such a | fine line |
| that keeps me searchin' for a | heart of gold, |
| And I'm gettin' old, |
| Keeps me searchin' for a | heart of gold, |
| And I'm gettin' old. |
| Keep me searchin' for a | heart of | gold, |
| You keep me searchin' and I'm | growin' | old. |
| Keep me searchin' for a | heart of | gold, |
| I've been a miner for a | heart of gold | . |
180. Heimweh (Dort wo die Blumen blühn)
| |:( | so schön, | schön war die Zeit) | :| |
| Brennend | heißer Wüsten | sand, ( | so schön, | schön war die Zeit) |
| Fern, so | fern dem Heimat | land. ( | so schön, | schön war die Zeit) |
| Kein Gruß, | kein Herz, | kein Kuss, | kein Scherz; |
| Alles | liegt so weit, so | weit. ( | so schön, | schön war die Zeit) |
| Viele | Jahre schwere | Fron, ( | so schön, | schön war die Zeit) |
| Harte | Arbeit, karger | Lohn, ( | so schön, | schön war die Zeit) |
| Tagaus, | tagein, | kein Glück, | kein Heim; |
| Alles | liegt so weit, so | weit ( | so schön, | schön war die Zeit) |
| Dort wo die Blumen blüh'n, | Dort wo die Täler grün', | Dort war ich einmal zu | hause. |
| Wo ich die Liebste fand, | Da liegt mein Heimatland, |
| wie lang bin ich noch al | lein? ( | so schön, | schön war die Zeit) |
| Hört mich an, ihr goldenen Sterne, (so schön, schön war die Zeit) |
| Grüßt die Lieben in der Ferne. (so schön, schön war die Zeit) |
| Mit Freud und Leid - verrinnt - die Zeit; |
| Alles liegt so weit so weit. (so schön, schön war die Zeit) |
| Dort wo die Blumen blühn, Dort wo die Täler grün, Dort war ich einmal zuhause. |
| Wo ich die Liebste fand, Da liegt mein Heimatland, Wie lang bin ich noch allein? |
| |:(so schön, schön war die Zeit):| |
181. Help!
| Help! I need somebody | Help! Not just anybody |
| Help! You know I need someone, | Help! |
| When I was younger, so much | younger than today, |
| I | never needed | anybody's | help in | any | way. |
| But now those days are gone I'm | not so self-assured, |
| Now I find I've | changed my mind, I've | opened | up the | door. |
| Help me if you can I'm feeling down, | and I | do appreciate you being ' | round. |
| Help me get my feet back on the ground, won't you | please | please help | me. |
| And now my life has changed in oh so many ways, |
| My independence seemed to vanish in the haze. |
| But every now and then I feel so insecure, |
| I know that I just need you like I've never done before. |
| Help me if you can I'm feeling down, and I do appreciate you being 'round. |
| Help me get my feet back on the ground, won't you please please help me. |
| When I was younger, so much younger than today, |
| I never needed anybody's help in any way. |
| But now those days are gone I'm not so self-assured, |
| Now I find I've changed my mind, I've opened up the door. |
| Help me if you can I'm feeling down, and I do appreciate you being 'round. |
| Help me get my feet back on the ground, won't you please please help me. |
| Help me, help me, oooh. |
182. Helpless
| There is a | town in north On | tario | With dream | comfort memory to | spare, |
| And in my | mind I | still need a place to go, | All | my changes were | there. |
| Blue, blue | windows behind the | stars, | Yellow | moon on the | rise. |
| Big birds | flying across the | sky | Throwing sha | dows on our | eyes. |
| Helpless, | helpless, help | less! |
| Helpless, | helpless, help | less! |
| Helpless, | helpless, help | less! |
| Ba | by can you hear me | now? | The | chains are locked and | tied across the door. |
| Ba | by, sing | with me somehow! |
| Helpless, | helpless, help | less! |
| Helpless, | helpless, help | less! |
| Helpless, | helpless, help | less! |
| Blue, blue | windows behind the | stars, | Yellow | moon on the | rise. |
| Big birds | flying across the | sky | Throwing sha | dows on our | eyes. |
| Helpless, | helpless, help | less! |
| Helpless, | helpless, help | less! |
| Helpless, | helpless, help | less... |
183. Here Comes the Sun
| Here comes the sun, do do do do. |
| Here comes the | sun, and I say; it's | all right |
| Little darling,, it's been a | long, cold, lonely | winter. |
| Little darling, it feels like | years since it's been | here. |
| Here comes the sun, do do do do. |
| Here comes the sun, and I say, it's all right. |
| Little darling, the smiles returning to their faces. |
| Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here. |
| Here comes the sun, do do do do. |
| Here comes the sun, and I say, it's all right. |
| Su- | un, | sun, | sun, here it | comes! |
| Su-un, sun, sun, here it comes! |
| Su-un, sun, sun, here it comes! |
| Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting. |
| Little darling, it feels like years since it's been clear. |
| Here comes the sun, do do do do. |
| Here comes the sun, and I say, it's all right. |
| Sun, sun, sun, here it comes. |
| Sun, sun, sun, here it comes... |
184. Here There and Everywhere
| To lead a | better life, | I need my love to be | here. |
| Here, | making each | day of the | year; |
| Changing my | life with a | wave of her | hand, |
| Nobody | can de | ny that there's | something | there. |
| There, | running my | hands through her | hair; |
| Both of us | thinking how | good it can | be, |
| Someone is | speaking, but | she doesn't | know he's | there. |
| I want her | everywhere |
| And if | she's beside me | I know I need | never care. |
| But to love her | is to need her | every | where. |
| Knowing that | love is to | share, |
| Each one be | lieving that | love never | dies, |
| Watching her | eyes, and | hoping I'm | always | there! |
| I want her | everywhere |
| And if | she's beside me | I know I need | never care. |
| But to love her | is to need her | every | where. |
| Knowing that | love is to | share, |
| Each one be | lieving that | love never | dies, |
| Watching her | eyes, and | hoping I'm | always | there, |
| will be | there, | and | every | where. |
| Here, | there, and | every | where. |
185. Here’s to You (Nicola and Bart)
| Here's to | you, Ni | cola and | Bart: |
| Rest for | ever | here in our | hearts. |
| The | last and | final | moment is | yours, |
| That ago | ny is | your | tri | umph! |
186. Heroes - Helden
| ( | intro | ) |
| I, I will be | king; |
| And | you, you will be | queen. |
| Though | nothing will drive them | away, |
| We can | beat them, | just for one | day. |
| We can be | Heroes, | just for one | day. |
| And you, you can be mean |
| And I, I'll drink all the time |
| 'Cause we're lovers and that is a fact |
| Yes, we're lovers and that is that |
| Though nothing will keep us together |
| We could steal time just for one day |
| We can be heroes for ever and ever - What d'you say? |
| Du, könntest du schwimmen |
| Wie Delphine, Delphine es tun. |
| Niemand gibt uns eine Chance |
| Doch können wir siegen für immer und immer |
| Und wir sind dann Helden für einen Tag |
| Ich, ich bin dann König |
| Und du, du Königin. |
| Obwohl sie unschlagbar scheinen |
| Werden wir Helden für einen Tag. |
| Wir sind dann wir an diesem Tag. |
| Ich, ich glaubte zu träumen. (zu träumen) |
| Die Mauer im Rücken war kalt. (so kalt) |
| Schüsse reißen die Luft, (reißen die Luft) |
| Doch wir küssen, als ob nichts geschieht. (nichts geschieht) |
| Und die Scham fiel auf ihrer Seite, |
| Oh, wir können sie schlagen für alle Zeiten. |
| Dann sind wir Helden für diesen Tag. |
| Dann sind wir Helden! |
| Dann sind wir Helden! |
| Dann sind wir Helden, nur diesen Tag. |
| Dann sind wir Helden! |
| We're nothing and nothing will help us. |
| Maybe we're lying, then you better not stay, |
| But we could be safer, just for one day. |
| Oh oh oh, Oh oh oh... |
187. Heute hier, morgen dort
| Heute hier, morgen dort, bin kaum | da, muß ich | fort |
| hab mich | niemals des | wegen | beklagt, |
| hab' es | selbst so gewählt, nie die | Jahre ge | zählt, |
| nie nach | gestern und | morgen ge | fragt. |
| Manchmal | träume ich schwer, und dann | denk' ich, es | wär' |
| Zeit zu | bleiben und nun was ganz | and'res zu | tun. |
| So vergeht Jahr um Jahr und es | ist mir längst | klar, |
| dass nichts | bleibt, dass nichts | bleibt, wie es | war. |
| Das man mich kaum vermißt, schon nach Tagen vergißt, |
| wenn ich längst wieder anderswo bin, |
| stört und kümmert mich nicht, vielleicht bleibt mein Gesicht |
| doch dem ein' oder anderen im Sinn. |
| Manchmal träume ich schwer, und dann denk' ich, es wär' |
| Zeit zu bleiben und nun was ganz and'res zu tun. |
| So vergeht Jahr um Jahr und es ist mir längst klar, |
| daß nichts bleibt, dass nichts bleibt, wie es war. |
| Fragt mich einer, warum ich so bin, bleib ich stumm, |
| denn die Antwort darauf fällt mir schwer, |
| denn was neu ist, wird alt, und was gestern noch galt, |
| stimmt schon heut oder morgen nicht mehr. |
| Manchmal träume ich schwer, und dann denk' ich, es wär' |
| Zeit zu bleiben und nun was ganz and'res zu tun. |
| So vergeht Jahr um Jahr und es ist mir längst klar, |
| daß nichts bleibt, dass nichts bleibt, wie es war. |
188. Hey Joe
| Hey | Joe | where ya' | goin' with that | gun in your hand? |
| I said | hey | Joe | where ya | goin' with that | gun in your hand? |
| I'm goin' out to | find my woman now, |
| She's been | runnin' round with some | other man |
| I said I'm goin' out to | find my woman now! |
| She's been | runnin' 'round with some | other man |
| Hey Joe tell me what are you gonna do? |
| Hey Joe tell me what are you gonna do? |
| Well I guess I'll shoot my woman, |
| That's what I'll do! |
| Well I guess I'll shoot them both |
| Before I'm through. |
| Hey Joe tell me where are you gonna go? |
| Hey Joe tell me where are you gonna go? |
| Well I think I'll go down to my favourite place Mexico, |
| Well I think I'll go down to where a man can be free. |
| And there ain't gonna be no hangmans ropes |
| Gonna be put around me. |
189. Hey Jude
| Hey | Jude, don't make it | bad, take a | sad | song and | make it | better! |
| Re | member to let her into your | heart, Then you can | start to make it | better. |
| Hey | Jude, don't be a | fraid, you were | made to | go | out and | get her! |
| The | minute you let her under your | skin, Then you be | gin to make it | better! |
| And anytime you feel the | pain, Hey | Jude, re | frain, Don't carry the | world upon your | shoulders! |
| For well now you know that it's a | fool who | plays it | cool By making his | world a little | colder. |
| Na-na-na | na-na | na-na-na |
| Hey | Jude, don't let me | down, You have | found | her, now | go and | get her! |
| Re | member to let her into your | heart, Then you can | start, to make it | better! |
| So | let it out and let it | in, Hey | Jude, be | gin; You're waiting for | someone to per | form with! |
| And don't you know that it's just | you, Hey | Jude, You'll | do, The movement you | need is on your | shoulders. |
| Na-na-na | na-na | na-na-na, yeah! |
| Hey | Jude, don't make it | bad, take a | sad | song and | make it | better! |
| Re | member to let her into your | heart, Then you can | start to make it | better, better, better, better! Oooh! |
| Na-na-na | Nana-na-na, | Nana-na-na, Hey | Jude! Na-na-na | Nana-na-na, ... |
190. Hey, Pippi Langstrumpf
| Zwei mal Drei macht | Vier - Widewide | witt und Drei macht | Neune, |
| Ich mach mir die | Welt, - Widewide | wie sie mir ge | fällt. |
| Reit ich im Ga | lopp holla-holla- | hoppsa durch die | Straßen, |
| Stehn in langen | Reihn' alle meine | Freunde da und | schrei'n: |
| Hey, Pippi | Langstrumpf - Tralla | li, trallala, Tralla hoppsassa, |
| Hey, Pippi | Langstrumpf - Die | macht was ihr ge | fällt. |
| Hey, Pippi | Langstrumpf - Tralla | li, trallala, Tralla hoppsassa, |
| Hey, Pippi | Langstrumpf - Die | macht was ihr ge | fällt. |
| Drei mal drei macht | sechs, - Widewide | wer will's von mir | lernen? |
| Alle groß und | klein - Trallalalla | lad' ich zu mir ein! |
| Ich hab ein | Haus, Ein | kunterbuntes | Haus, Ein | Äffchen und ein | Pferd, |
| Die | schauen dort zum | Fen | ster | raus. |
| Ich hab ein | Haus, Ein | Äffchen und ein | Pferd Und | jeder der uns | mag, |
| Kriegt | unser Einmal | Eins ge | lehrt. |
| Zwei mal Drei macht | Vier - Widewide | witt und Drei macht | Neune, |
| Ich mach mir die | Welt - Widewide | wie sie mir ge | fällt. |
| Hey, Pippi Langstrumpf ... |
191. Hey Tonight
| Hey Tonight, gonna be tonight, don't you know I'm flyin': To | night to | night. |
| Hey Come on, gonna change tomorrow: to | night, to | night. |
| Gonna get into the rafters: watch me now. |
| Jodie's gonna find re | ligion all night | long. |
| Hey, come on. Gonna hear the song: Tonight, tonight. |
| Gonna get it to the rafters: watch me now. |
| Jodie's gonna find religion all night long. |
| Hey tonight, gonna be tonight, Don't you know I'm flyin': Tonight, tonight. |
| Tonight, tonight. |
| Hey tonight, gonna be tonight: tonight, tonight. |
| Tonight, tonight... |
192. The Ballad of High Noon (Do not Forsake me, o my Darlin')
| Do not forsake me, oh my darling, |
| On this our wedding | day. |
| Do not forsake me, oh my | dar | ling, |
| Wait, | wait | a- - | long! |
| I do not know what fate awaits me. |
| I only know I must be | brave! |
| And I must face a man who | hates me, |
| Or ly a | coward, a | craven | coward, |
| Or ly a | cow | ard | in | my | grave. |
| Oh, to be torn twixt love and duty |
| Supposin' I lose my fair haired beauty |
| Look at that big hand movin' round |
| Nearin' high | noon! |
| He | made a vow while in state prison |
| Said it would be my life or his'n, |
| I'm not afraid of death, but oh, |
| What will I do if you | leave | me? |
| Do not forsake me, oh my darling, |
| You made that promise as a | bride. |
| Do not forsake me, oh my | darling, |
| Although you're | grievin', | I Can't | be leavin', |
| Now that I | need | you | by | my | side! |
| Wait a | long, wait a | long, |
| Wait a | long, wait a | long... |
193. The Highwayman
| I was a | highway | man | , | a | long the | coach roads | I did | ride, | Sword | and | pistol | by my | side, |
| Many | a | young maid | lost her | baubles | to my | trade, |
| Many | a | soldier | shed his | lifeblood | on my | blade, |
| The | basterds | hung me | in the | spring of | twenty- | five, | But | I am | still a | live... |
| I was a | sailor, I was | born upon the | tide, | With the | sea I did a | bide, |
| I sailed a | schooner round the | horn of Mexi | co, |
| I went a | loft and furled the | main sail in a | blow, |
| And when the | yards broke off they | said that | I've got | killed, But I am living | still... |
| I was a | dam builder, | across the river deep and | wide, | Where steel and | water did col | lide, |
| A place called | Boulder on the | wild Colora | do, |
| I slipped and | fell into the | wet concrete be | low, |
| They buried | me in that gray | tomb that | knows no | sounds, But I am still a | round... |
| I'll always be a | round, and a | round, and a | round, and a | round, and a | round |
| I'll fly a | starship ' | cross the universe di | vide, | And when I | reach the other | side, |
| I'll find a | place to rest my | spirit if I | can, |
| Perhaps I | may become a | highwayman a | gain, |
| Or I may | simply be a | single | drop of | rain, But I will re | main... |
| And I'll be back a | gain, and a | gain, and a | gain, and a | gain, and a | gain |
194. Hit The Road, Jack
| / / | / / | / / | / / (repeat) |
| Hit the | road, | Jack and | don't you come | back no | more, no | more, no | more, no | more |
| Hit the | road, | Jack and | don't you come | back no mo- | o-o-o- | ore |
| What'd you say? |
| Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more |
| Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more |
| Woo! |
| Woman, oh woman, don't treat me so mean |
| You're the meanest old woman that I've ever seen |
| I guess if you say so |
| I'd have to pack my things and go |
| That's right! |
| Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more |
| Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back, no more |
| What'd you say? |
| Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more |
| Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more |
| Now baby, listen, baby, don't ya treat me this way |
| Cause I'll be back on my feet some day |
| Don't care if you do 'cause it's understood |
| You ain't got no money you just ain't no good |
| Well, I guess if you say so |
| I'd have to pack my things and go |
| That's right! |
| Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more |
| Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more |
| What you say? |
| Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more |
| Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more |
| Well |
| Don't you come back no more - Uh, what'd you say? |
| Don't you come back no more - I didn't understand you! |
| Don't you come back no more - You can't mean that! |
| Don't you come back no more - Oh, no baby, please! |
| Don't you come back no more - What you tryin' to do to me? |
| Don't you come back no more - Oh, don't treat me like that! |
| Don't you come back no more - ... |
195. Homeward Bound
| I'm | sitting in a railway station, Got a | ticket for my destina | tion. |
| On a tour of one night stands, My | suitcase and guitar in hand, |
| And | every stop is neatly planned - For a poet and a one man band. |
| Homeward | bound, - I wish I | was homeward | bound, |
| Home, where my | thoughts are 'scaping, - | Home, where my | music's playing, |
| Home, where my | love lies waiting | silently | for me. |
| Everyday's an endless stream Of cigarettes and magazines. |
| And each town looks the same to me, The movies and the factories, |
| And every stranger's face I see - Reminds me that I long to be... |
| Homeward bound, - I wish I was homeward bound, |
| Home, where my thoughts are 'scaping, - Home, where my music's playing, |
| Home, where my love lies waiting silently for me. |
| Tonight I'll sing my songs again, I'll play the game and pretend, |
| But all my words come back to me - In shades of mediocrity, |
| Like emptiness in harmony, I need someone to comfort me. |
| Homeward bound, - I wish I was homeward bound, |
| Home, where my thoughts are 'scaping, - Home, where my music's playing, |
| Home, where my love lies waiting silently for me. |
| Silently for me... |
196. Hoochie Coochie Man
| The gypsy woman told my mother, |
| Before I was born |
| I got a boy child's comin', |
| He's gonna be a son of a gun |
| He gonna make pretty women's, |
| jump and shout |
| Then the world wanna know, |
| what this all a | bout |
| But you know I'm | him, |
| everybody knows I'm | him |
| Well you know I'm the | hoochie coochie man, |
| every | body knows I'm | him |
| I got a black cat bone, |
| I got a mojo too. |
| I got the Johnny Concheroo, |
| I'm gonna mess with you. |
| I'm gonna make you girls, |
| lead me by my hand, |
| Then the world will know, |
| the hoochie coochie man! |
| But you know I'm him, |
| Everybody knows I'm him |
| Well you know I'm the hoochie coochie man, |
| Everybody knows I'm him |
| On the seventh hours, |
| on the seventh day, |
| On the seventh month, |
| the seven doctors say: |
| He was born for good luck, |
| and that you'll see, |
| I got seven hundred dollars, |
| don't you mess with me! |
| But you know I'm him, |
| Everybody knows I'm him. |
| Well you know I'm the hoochie coochie man, |
| Everybody knows I'm him! |
197. Horch was kommt von draußen 'rein
| Horch was kommt von draußen 'rein - | Hollahi Holla | ho |
| Wird wohl mein fein's Liebchen sein - | Holla | hi ja | ho |
| Geht vorbei und | schaut nicht 'rein - | Holla | hi | Holla | ho |
| Wird's wohl nicht ge | wesen sein - | Holla | hi ja | ho |
| Leute haben's oft gesagt - Hollahi Hollaho |
| Daß ich ein fein's Liebchen hab - Hollahi jaho |
| Laß sie reden schweig fein still - Hollahi Hollaho |
| Kann ja lieben wen ich will - Hollahi jaho |
| Sagt mir, Leute, ganz gewiß, - Hollahi Hollaho |
| Was das für ein Lieben ist; - Hollahi jaho |
| Die ich liebe, krieg ich nicht, - Hollahi Hollaho |
| Und 'ne andre mag ich nicht. - Hollahi jaho |
| Wenn mein Liebchen Hochzeit hat - Hollahi Hollaho |
| Ist für mich ein Trauertag - Hollahi jaho |
| Geh ich in mein Kämmerlein - Hollahi Hollaho |
| Trage meinen Schmerz allein - Hollahi jaho |
| Wenn ich dann gestorben bin - Hollahi Hollaho |
| Trägt man mich zum Grabe hin - Hollahi jaho |
| Setzt mir einen Leichenstein - Hollahi Hollaho |
| Pflanzt mir drauf Vergißnicht mein - Hollahi jaho |
| Wenn ich dann im Himmel bin, - Hollahi Hollaho |
| Ist mein Liebchen auch darin, - Hollahi jaho |
| Denn es ist ein alter Brauch, - Hollahi Hollaho |
| Was sich liebt, das kriegt sich auch, - Hollahi jaho |
198. Horse With No Name
| On the first part of the | journey |
| I was lookin at all the life |
| There were plants and birds and rocks and things |
| There were sand and hills and rings |
| The first thing I met was a fly with a buzz |
| and the sky with no clouds |
| the heat was hot and the ground was dry |
| but the air was full of sound |
| I've been through the desert on a | horse with no name |
| it felt good to be out of the rain |
| in the desert you can remember your name |
| 'cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain |
| la la la la lalala la la la la la |
| After two days in the desert sun |
| my skin began to turn red |
| After three days in the desert fun |
| I was looking at a river bed |
| And the story it told of a river that flowed |
| made me sad to think it was dead |
| I've been through the desert ... |
| After nine days I let the horse run free |
| 'cause the desert had turned to sea |
| there were plants and birds and rocks and things |
| there were sand and hills and rings |
| The ocean is a desert with it's life underground |
| and the perfect disguise above |
| Under the cities lies a heart made of ground |
| but the humans will give no love |
| I've been through the desert ... |
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199. House of the Rising Sun
| There is a | house in | New Or | leans They | call the | rising | sun. |
| And its | been the | ruin of | many a poor | boy, And | me, oh | Lord, I'm | one. |
| My mother | she's a | tailor, | She | sewed those | new blue | jeans. |
| My | father | he's a | gamblin' | man - Drinks | down in | New Or | leans. |
| Now the | only | things a | gambler | needs Is a | suitcase | and a | trunk. |
| And the | only | time that | he's satis | fied Is | when he's | on a | drunk. |
| There's | one foot | on the | platform, | The | other foot | on the | train. |
| I'm | goin' | back to | New Or | leans To | wear that | ball and | chain. |
| Go | mother | tell your | children: | Not to | do what | I have | done. |
| Spend your | life sin- | cere in mise | ry In the | House of the | Rising | Sun. |
| There is a house... |
200. Hungry Freaks, Daddy
| Mister America walk on by |
| Your schools that do not teach |
| Mister America walk on by |
| The minds that won't be reached |
| Mister America try to hide |
| The emptiness that's you inside |
| When once you find that the way you lied |
| And all the corny tricks you tried |
| Will not forestall the rising tide of |
| Hungry freaks, Daddy . . . |
| They won't go for no more |
| Great mid-western hardware store |
| Philosophy that turns away |
| From those who aren't afraid to say |
| What's on their minds |
| The left-behinds |
| Of the Great Society |
| Mister America walk on by |
| Your supermarket dream |
| Mister America walk on by |
| The liquor store supreme |
| Mister America try to hide |
| The product of your savage pride |
| The useful minds that it denied |
| The day you shrugged and stepped aside |
| You saw their clothes and then you cried: |
| THOSE HUNGRY FREAKS, DADDY! |
| They won't go for no more |
| Great mid-western hardware store |
| Philosophy that turns away |
| From those who aren't afraid to say |
| What's on their minds |
| (The left-behinds of the Great Society) |
201. Hungry Heart
| Got a wife and kids in | Baltimore, Jack, |
| I went out for a ride and | I never went back. |
| Like a river that don't | know where it's flowing |
| I took a wrong turn and I | just kept going. |
| Everybody's got a | hungry heart, - | Everybody's got a | hungry heart. |
| Lay down your money and you | play your part, - | Everybody's got a | hungry heart. |
| I met her in a | Kingstown bar |
| We fell in love I knew | it had to end |
| We took what we had and we | ripped it apart |
| Now here I am down | in Kingstown again |
| Everybody's got a | hungry heart, - | Everybody's got a | hungry heart. |
| Lay down your money and you | play your part, - | Everybody's got a | hungry heart. |
| Everybody needs a | place to rest, |
| Everybody wants to | have a home. |
| Don't make no difference what | nobody says, |
| Ain't nobody like to | be alone, |
| Everybody's got a | hungry heart, - | Everybody's got a | hungry heart. |
| Lay down your money and you | play your part, - | Everybody's got a | hungry heart. |
202. Hurdy Gurdy Man
| Thrown like a star in | my vast sleep I | open my eyes to t | ake a peep |
| To find that I was | by the sea | gazing with tran | quility |
| 'Twas | then that the Hurdy | Gurdy Man came | singing songs of love. |
| Then when the Hurdy | Gurdy Man came | singing songs | of | love. |
| Hurdy gurdy, hurdy | gurdy, hurdy gurdy | gurdy he | sang. |
| Hurdy gurdy, hurdy | gurdy, hurdy gurdy | gurdy he | sang. |
| Hurdy gurdy, hurdy | gurdy, hurdy gurdy | gurdy he | sang. |
| Histories of | ages past | unenlightened | shadows cast. |
| Down through all e | ternity the | crying of hu | manity. |
| 'Tis | then that the Hurdy | Gurdy Man comes | singing songs of love. |
| Then that the Hurdy | Gurdy Man comes | singing songs | of | love. |
| Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy gurdy he sang... |
| When the truth gets | buried deep Be | neath a thousand | years of sleep, |
| Time demands a | turn-around And | once again the | truth is found: |
| A | wakening the Hurdy | Gurdy Man Who comes | singing songs of love. |
| A | wakening the Hurdy | Gurdy Man Who comes | singing songs | of | love. |
| Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy gurdy he sang... |
203. Hurt
| I | hurt my | self to | day - to | see if | I still | feel. |
| I | focus | on the | pain - the | only | thing that's | real. |
| The | needle | tears a | hole - the | old fa | miliar | sting. |
| Try to | kill it | all a | way - but I re | member | every | thing | ! |
| What have I be | come - | my sweetest | friend? |
| Everyone I | know - goes a | way in the | end! |
| And you could have it | all - | my empire of | dirt. |
| I will let you | down - | I will make you | hurt | ! |
| I wear this | crown of | thorns - u | pon my | liars | chair |
| Full of | broken | thoughts - | I can | not re | pair |
| Be | neath the | stains of | time - the | feelings | disap | pear |
| You are | someone | else - | I am | still right | here | . |
| What have I be | come - | my sweetest | friend? |
| Everyone I | know - goes a | way in the | end! |
| And you could have it | all - | my empire of | dirt. |
| I will let you | down - | I will make you | hurt! |
| If I could start a | gain - | A million miles a | way |
| I would keep my | self - | I would find a | way |
204. I Am A Rock
| A winter's day- in a | deep and dark De | cember |
| I | am a | lone- |
| Gazing from my | window | to the streets be | low |
| On a | freshly fallen | silent shroud of | snow. |
| I am a | rock, | I am an | is | land. |
| I've built walls, A fortress deep and mighty, |
| That none may penetrate. |
| I have no need of friendship, friendship causes pain |
| It's laughter and loving I disdain: |
| I am a rock, I am an island. |
| Don't talk of love - But I've heard the word before: |
| It's sleeping in my memory; |
| I won't disturb the slumber of the feelings that have died, |
| If I never loved I never would have cried! |
| I am a rock, I am an island. |
| I have my books - And my poetry to protect me. |
| I am shielded in my armour. |
| Hiding in my room, safe within my womb, |
| I touch no one and no one touches me. |
| I am a | rock, | I am an | is | land. |
| And a | rock | feels no | pain, and an | island | never | cries. |
205. I Am The Walrus
| | | / / / / | / / | / | / | | / / | / | / | | / / / / | | / / / / | | / / / / | | / / / / | |
| I am he as | you are he as | you are me and | we are | all to | gether |
| See how they run like pigs from a gun see | how they fly; I'm | crying! |
| Sitting on a cornflake | waiting for the | van to | come. |
| Corporation tee shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday, | Man you've been a naughty boy you let your face grow long! |
| I am the | egg-man, they are the | egg-men, I am the | Walrus - Goo goo g'joob! |
| Mister city | p'liceman sitting | pretty little | p'lice men in a | row; |
| See how they fly like Lucy in the Sky see | how they run: I'm | crying! |
| I'm cry- | ing I'm | crying - I'm | cry- | ing! |
| Yellow matter custard | dripping from a | dead dog's | eye. |
| Crab a locker fishwife, pornographic priestess, | Boy you been a naughty girl you let your knickers down! |
| I am the | egg-man, they are the | egg-men, I am the | Walrus - Goo goo g'joob! |
| Sitting in an | English | garden waiting | for the | sun. |
| If the sun don't | come you get a tan from standing in the English rain |
| I am the | egg-man, they are the | egg-men, I am the | Walrus - Goo goo g'joob! |
| Expert, texpert, | choking smokers, | don't you think the | joker laughs at | you? |
| See how they smile like pigs in a sty, see | how they snied: I'm | crying! |
| Semolina Pilchard | climbing up the | Eiffel | Tower. |
| Element'ry penguin singing Hare Krishna. | Man you should have seen them kicking Edgar Allan Poe! |
| I am the | egg-man, they are the | egg-men, I am the | Walrus - Goo goo g'joob! |
| Goo goo g'joob! Goo goo goo... |
206. I Can See For Miles
| I | know you've deceived me, now | here's a sur | prise |
| I | know that you have cause there's | magic | in my | eyes |
| I can see for | miles and | miles and | miles and | miles and | miles, | oh | yeah |
| If you think I | don't know | about all the little | trick you play |
| And you think I never see you when | dilib'ratly you | put things | in my way |
| Well here's a | poke at you, you're gonna | choke on it too |
| You're gonna l | ose that smile be | cause all the while |
| I could see for | miles and | miles, I could see for | miles and | miles |
| I can see for | miles and | miles and | miles and | miles and | miles, oh | yeah |
| You took advantage of my trust in you when I was so far away |
| I saw you holding lots of other guys and now you've got the nerve to say |
| That you still want me, wel that's as may be |
| But you gotta stand trial because all the while |
| I could see for miles and miles, I could see for miles and miles |
| I can see for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles, oh yeah |
| The Eiffle Tower and Taj Mahal are mine to see on clear days |
| You thought that I would need a crystal ball to see right thru the haze |
| Well here's a poke at you, you're gonna choke on it too |
| You're gonna lose that smile because all the while |
| I could see for miles and miles, I could see for miles and miles |
| I can see for | miles and | miles and | miles |
| And miles and miles and miles and miles and | miles |
207. I can't Control Myself
| Oh no! | Bababababa babababa, bababababa babababa. |
| I | can't sit still 'cause you got me going! baba... |
| Your slacks are low and your hips are showing! baba... |
| I | take you, girl, as you're | standing there, |
| Your | low-cut slacks and your | long black hair, |
| I | want you going out with | no one else, |
| 'Cause when | I'm with you I can't con | trol myself. |
| The | dance is done and you got me shaking! baba... |
| You've got me so that my nerves are breaking! baba... |
| If | you knew me like I | know you, girl, |
| Your | knees would bend and your | hair would curl, |
| You | make me move, yeah, like | no one else, |
| and | when I'm with you I can't con | trol myself. |
| I've got this feeling that's inside of me, |
| It makes me think of how things used to be. |
| It makes me | feel alright, | when I'm with | you at night, |
| and we love, and we | love. | Baba........ |
| You thrill me so with this big temptation! baba.... |
| This kind of feeling could move a nation! baba..... |
| I'm ok when I'm | here with you, I | do the things that you | want me to, |
| I | do these things for | no one else, |
| but when | I'm with you I can't con | trol myself. |
| Babababababa - I can't control myself - Whoaah - ... |
208. I Don't Need no Doctor
| I don't need no doctor |
| My prescriptions don't get filled. |
| I don't need no doctor |
| My prescirptions don't get filled. |
| All I | need is my | baby | cause I'm in misery. |
| I don't need no doctor |
| Cause I know what's ailing me. |
| I don't need no doctor |
| Cause I know what's ailing me. |
| All I need is my baby cause I'm in misery. |
| Well, the doctor said I need rest (ooh ooh) |
| Put me on a critical list (ooh ooh) |
| To keep me safe from harm (ooh ooh) |
| All I need is my baby's sweet charms. (ooh ooh) |
| He gave me a medicated lotion, it was no good. |
209. I Feel Free
| Bo Bo Bo Bo | Bo Bo | Bo Bo Bo Bo | Bo Bo (I feel free) |
| Um Um | Um Um | Um Um Um | Um | Um |
| Um Um | Um Um | Um Um Um | Um |
| Um Um | Um Um | Um Um Um | Um | Um | Um Um Um | Um |
| Feel when I | dance with | you, | We move like the | sea. |
| You, you're all I | want to | know. |
| I feel | free, | I feel | free, | I feel | free. |
| I can | walk down the | street, there's | no one | there |
| Though the | pavements are | one | huge | crowd. |
| I can | drive down the | road; my | eyes don't | see, |
| Though my | mind wants to | cry | out | loud. |
| I feel | free, | I feel | free, | I feel | free. |
| I can | walk down the | street, there's | no one | there |
| Though the | pavements are | one | huge | crowd. |
| I can | drive down the | road; my | eyes don't | see, |
| Though my | mind wants to | cry | out | loud. |
| Though my | mind wants to | cry | out | loud. |
| Dance floor is | like the | sea, | Ceiling is the | sky. |
| You're the | sun and as you | shine on | me, |
| I feel | free, | I feel | free, | I feel | free. |
210. I Shall Be Released
| They say ev’rything can be re | placed, | Yet ev’ry | distance | is not | near; |
| So I remember ev’ry | face, | Of ev’ry | man who | put me | here. |
| I | see my light come | shining, | from the | west un | to the | east |
| Any day now, | any day now, | I | shall | be re | lased |
| They say ev’ry man needs pro | tection, | They say | ev’ry | man must | fall. |
| Yet I swear I see my re | flection, | Some | place so high | above this | wall. |
| I | see my light come | shining, | from the | west un | to the | east |
| Any day now, | any day now, | I | shall | be re | lased |
| Standing next to me in this | lonely crowd, Is a man | who swears | he’s not to | blame. |
| All day long I hear him shout | so loud, Crying | out that | he was | framed. |
| I | see my light come | shining, | from the | west un | to the | east |
| Any day now, | any day now, | I | shall | be re | lased |
211. I Shot the Sheriff
| I shot the sheriff, | but I did not shoot the | deputy |
| I shot the sheriff, | but I did not shoot the | deputy |
| All a | round in my | home town - | They're trying to | track me | down |
| They say they want | to bring me in | guilty - For the | killing of a | deputy |
| For the | life of a | deputy | But I say? |
| I shot the sheriff, but I swear it was in self-defense |
| I shot the sheriff, and they say it is a capital offense |
| Sheriff John Brown always hated me - For what I don't know |
| Every time that I plant a seed - He said "Kill it before it grows" |
| He said "Kill it before it grows" I say! |
| I shot the sheriff, but I swear it was in self-defense |
| I shot the sheriff, but I swear it was in self-defense |
| Freedom came my way one day - And I started out of town yeah |
| All of a sudden I see sheriff John Brown - Aiming to shoot me down |
| So I shot, I shot him down! I say: |
| I shot the sheriff, but I did not shoot the deputy |
| I shot the sheriff, but I didn't shoot the deputy |
| Reflexes got the better of me - And what is to be must be |
| Every day the bucket falls to the well - But one day the bottom will drop out |
| Yes, one day the bottom will drop out, But I say: |
| I shot the sheriff, but I did not shoot the deputy, oh no |
| I shot the sheriff, but I did not shoot no deputy, oh no |
212. I Won't Back Down
| Well I | won't | back | down, no I | won't | back | down. |
| You can | stand me | up at the | gates of hell, |
| But I | won't | back | down. |
| I'm gonna | stand | my | ground, won't be | turned | a- | round. |
| And I'll | keep this w | orld from | draggin' me down, |
| Gonna | stand | my | ground, and I | won't | back | down. |
| Hey | baby, | there ain't no easy way | out! |
| Hey, | I will | stand | my | ground, and I | won't | back | down. |
| Well I | know | what's | right, and I got | just | one | life. |
| In a | world that | keeps on | pushin' me around, |
| But I'll | stand | my | ground, and I | won't | back | down. |
| Hey | baby, | there ain't no easy way | out! |
| Hey, | I will | stand | my | ground, and I | won't | back | down. |
| Hey | baby, | there ain't no easy way | out! |
| Hey, | I will | stand | my | ground, and I | won't | back | down. |
| No, I | won't | back | down. |
213. Ich fahr mit der Lambretta
| Morgens früh um viere - da | klopft es an der Türe |
| und | Erna sagt mit wichtigem | Gesicht: |
| "Du | kommst jetzt aus dem warmen Bett!" - Doch | ich ich find das gar nicht nett, |
| denn | Arbeit, | die liegt mir | nicht. |
| Ich fahr mit der Lambretta | raus zu meinem Vetter - | wo die blauen Kornblumen | blühn. |
| Ich | leg mich in die Sonne und | strecke mich vor Wonne - und | laß den Tag an | mir vorüber | ziehn. |
| Ich denk an die Kollegen, die müssen sich bewegen. |
| Von fünfe bis um zweie auf der Schicht. |
| Ich aber muß mich schonen, das muß ich hier betonen, |
| denn Arbeit, die liegt mir nicht. |
| Die | Badehose eingepackt die | Sonnencreme auch, |
| die | schmier ich mir nachher bei Heinz | mitten auf den Bauch. |
| Ja ich fahr mit der Lambretta raus zu meinem Vetter - wo die blauen Kornblumen blühn. |
| Ich leg mich in die Sonne und strecke mich vor Wonne - und lass den Tag an mir vorüber ziehn. |
| Ich springe aus der Feder wie Bierhoff an das Leder |
| und ziehe mich in Windeseile an. |
| Erna ruft noch mach kein Scheiß, vor Zorn ist ihr Gesicht ganz weiß, |
| denn Arbeit, die liegt mir nicht. |
| Ja ich fahr mit der Lambretta raus zu meinem Vetter - wo die blauen Kornblumen blühn. |
| Ich leg mich in die Sonne und strecke mich vor Wonne - und lass den Tag an mir vorüber ziehn. |
| Mit 26 Sachen heize ich den Karren, kühler Fahrtwind peitscht mir ins Gesicht. |
| Gleich liege ich im Liegestuhl, wie Apathisch und ganz cool, |
| denn Arbeit, die liegt mir nicht. |
| Ja ich fahr mit der Lambretta raus zu meinem Vetter - wo die blauen Kornblumen blühn. |
| Ich leg mich in die Sonne und strecke mich vor Wonne - und lass den Tag an mir vorüber ziehn. |
| Die Badehose eingepackt die Sonnencreme auch |
| die schmier ich mir nachher bei Heinz mitten auf den Bauch. |
| Ja ich fahr mit der Lambretta raus zu meinem Vetter - wo die blauen Kornblumen blühn. |
| Ich leg mich in die Sonne und strecke mich vor Wonne - und lass den Tag an mir vorüber ziehn. |
214. Ich war noch niemals in New York
| Und | nach dem Abendessen | sagte er: Lass mich noch | eben Zigaretten holen | gehn. |
| Sie | rief ihm nach: Nimm Dir die | Schlüssel mit! Ich | werd inzwischen nach der Kleinen | sehn. |
| Er | zog die Tür zu, ging | stumm hinaus, ins | neonhelle | Treppenhaus. |
| Es | roch nach Bohner | wachs und Spießi | gkeit, Und | auf der Treppe | dachte er: |
| Wie | wenn das jetzt ein | Aufbruch wär. Ich | müsste einfach | gehn: Für alle | Zeit, für alle | Zeit! |
| Ich war noch | niemals in New | York. ich war noch | niemals auf Ha | waii. |
| Ging nie durch | San Franzisko | in zerrissnen | Jeans. |
| Ich war noch | niemals in New | York. Ich war noch | niemals richtig | frei. |
| Einmal ver | rückt sein und aus | allen Zwängen | fliehn. |
| Und | als er draußen auf der | Straße stand, fiel ihm | ein, dass er fast alles bei sich | trug. |
| Den | Pass, die Eurochecks und | etwas Geld, viel | leicht ging heute abend noch ein | Flug. |
| Er | könnt' ein Taxi nehmen | dort am Eck, oder | Autostop und | einfach weg. |
| Die | Sehnsucht in ihm | wurde wieder | wach. Noch | einmal voll von | Träumen sein, |
| sich | aus der Enge | hier befrein. Er | dachte über | seinen Aufbruch | nach, seinen Aufbruch | nach! |
| Ich war noch niemals in New York. Ich war noch niemals auf Hawaii. |
| Ging nie durch San Franzisko in zerrissnen Jeans. |
| Ich war noch niemals in New York. Ich war noch niemals richtig frei. |
| Einmal verrückt sein und aus allen Zwängen fliehn. |
| Dann | steckte er die Ziga | retten ein, und | ging wie selbstverständlich | heim. |
| Durchs | Treppenhaus mit Bohnerwachs | und Spießig | keit. |
| Die | Frau rief: "Mann, wo bleibst Du | bloß ? | Wetten-dass mit Gottschalk | geht gleich los!" |
| Sie | fragte: "War was?" - " | Nein, was | soll schon sein." |
| Da-da-da.... |
| Ich war noch niemals in New York... |
215. If I had a Hammer
| If I had a | hammer, | I’d | hammer in the | morning, |
| I’d hammer in the | evening | all over this | land. |
| I’d hammer out | danger, I’d hammer out a | warning, |
| I’d hammer out | love be | tween my | brothers and | my sis | ters, |
| ah | all over this land. |
| If I had a bell, I’d ring it in the morning, |
| I’d ring it in the evening all over this land. |
| I’d ring it out danger, I’d ring it out a warning, |
| I’d ring it out love between my brothers and my sisters, |
| ah all over this land. |
| If I had a song, I’d sing it in the morning, |
| I’d sing it in the evening all over this land. |
| I’d sing it out danger, I’d sing it out a warning, |
| I’d sing it out love between my brothers and my sisters, |
| ah all over this land. |
| Now I‘ve got a hammer, and I’ve got a bell, |
| and I’ve got a song to sing all over this land. |
| It’s a hammer of justice, it’s a bell of freedom, |
| it’s a song about love between my brothers and my sisters, |
| all over this land. |
216. If I Were A Carpenter
| If I were a | carpenter |
| and you were a | lady, |
| Would you marry me | anyway? |
| Would you have my | baby? |
| If a tinker | were my trade |
| would you still | find me, |
| carrying the | pots I made, |
| following be | hind me. |
| Save my love through | loneliness, |
| Save my love for | sorrow, |
| I'm givin' you my | onlyness, |
| Come give me your's to | morrow. |
| If I worked my hands in wood, |
| Would you still love me? |
| Answer me babe, "Yes I would, |
| I'll put you above me." |
| If I were a miller |
| at a mill wheel grinding, |
| would you miss your color box, |
| and your soft shoe shining? |
| Save my love... |
| If I were a carpenter |
| and you were a lady, |
| Would you marry me anyway, |
| Would you have my baby? |
| Would you marry anyway, |
| Would you have my baby? |
217. If You Could Read My Mind
| If you could read my mind love - | What a tale my thoughts could tell! |
| Just like an old time movie - | 'bout a ghost from a wishin' well! |
| In a castle | dark or a | fortress strong - With | chains upon my | feet - You | know that ghost is | me; |
| And | I will never | be set free - As | long as I'm a | ghost that you can't | see. |
| If I could read your mind love - | What a tale your thoughts could tell? |
| Just like a paperback novel - | The kind that drugstores sell. |
| When you reach the | part where the | heartaches come, The | hero would be | me. But | heroes often | fail! |
| And | you won't read that | book again - Be | cause the ending's | just too hard to | take. |
| I'd walk a | way like a | movie star - Who get's | burned in a three way | script. |
| Enter number | two - A | movie queen to | play the scene |
| Of | bringing all the | good things out in | me! But for | now love, let's be | real; |
| I | never thought I could | act this way - And I've | got to say that I | just don't get it; |
| I don't know where | we went wrong - But the | feeling's gone - And I | just can't get it | back. |
| If I could read your mind love - | What a tale your thoughts could tell! |
| Just like an old time movie - ' | bout a ghost from a wishin' well. |
| In a castle | dark or a | fortress strong - With | chains upon my | feet. But | stories always | end, |
| And | if you read | between the lines - You'll | know that I'm just | tryin' to under | stand: |
| The | feelin's that you | lack. I | never thought I could | feel this way, |
| And I've | got to say that I | just don't get it - | I don't know where | we went wrong, |
| But the feelin's gone - And I | just can't get it | back. |
218. I'm A Believer
| I thought love was | only true in | fairy tales. |
| Meant for someone | else but not for | me. |
| Love was out to | get me; |
| That's the way it | seemed; |
| Disappointment | haunted all my | dreams |
| Then I saw her | face | Now I'm a believer |
| Not a trace | of doubt in my mind |
| I'm in love -hoo- | hoo; I'm a be | liever, I couldn't | leave her if I | tried. |
| I thought love was | more or less | a givin' thing |
| It seems the more | I gave the less I | got |
| What's the use in | tryin' |
| All you get is | pain |
| When I needed | sunshine I got | rain. |
| Then I saw her | face | Now I'm a believer |
| Not a trace | of doubt in my mind |
| I'm in love -hoo- | hoo; I'm a be | liever, I couldn't | leave her if I | tried. |
219. I'm a Boy
| One girl was called | Jean Ma | rie |
| Another little girl was called Fe | lici | ty. |
| Another little girl was called | Sally | Joy, |
| The | other was me and | I'm a boy |
| My name is | Bill and I'm a | head | case |
| They practice | making up on | my | face |
| Yeah, I feel | lucky if I get | trousers to | wear |
| Spend evenings | taking hair pins | from my hair |
| I'm a | boy, I'm a | boy, but my | Ma won't admit it! |
| I'm a | boy, I'm a | boy, but if I | say I | am I | get it! |
| Put your frock on | Jean Ma | rie; |
| Plait your hair Fe | lici | ty! |
| Paint your nails little | Sally | Joy; |
| Put this wig on | little boy! |
| I'm a | boy, I'm a | boy, but my | ma won't ad | mit it! |
| I'm a | boy, I'm a | boy if I | say I | am I | get it! |
| ( | pedal) |
| I | wanna play cricket | on the | green, |
| Ride my bike a | cross the | stream! |
| Cut myself and | see my | blood; |
| I | wanna come home all | covered with mud! |
| I'm a | boy, I'm a | boy, but my | ma won't admit it; |
| I'm a | boy, I'm a | boy, I'm a | boy! |
| I'm a | boy, I'm a | boy, I'm a | boy, I'm a | boy; |
| I'm a | boy, I'm a | boy, | I'm | a | boy! |
220. I'm a Train
| Look at | me I'm a | train I'm a | track I'm a train |
| I'm a | Train I'm a | ticke Train | Yahaha. |
| Look at me get it low I'm a track I'm a train |
| I'm a train I'm a ticke train Yahaha. |
| Look at me I'm going somewhere I'm a train |
| I'm a train I'm a ticke train Yahaha |
| Look at me I'm going somewhere I'm a train |
| I’m a train I’m a ticke train Yahaha |
| Been a | hard | day Yes it has |
| Been a | hard | day Yes it has |
| Been a | hard | day Yes it has |
| I'm a Train, I'm a ticke train, I'm a Train, I'm a ticke train, |
| I'm a Train, I'm a ticke train, ticke train Yahaha |
| Look at me I'm a train, I'm a lion, I'm a train. I'm a train, I'm a ticke train Yahaha. |
| Look at me for the very last time, I'm a train, I'm a train, I'm a ticke train Yahaha. |
| Didn't like this smog in hard, I'm a train, I'm a train, I'm a ticke train Yahaha. |
| Oh in dark to the deepest yard, I’m a train, I'm a train, I'm a ticke train Yahaha. |
| Brrrrrrrrr I’m a Train I’m a Train |
| Didn’t like this smog in hard, I’m a train I’m a train I’m a ticke train Yahaha. |
| Oh in dark to the deepest yard, I’m a train I’m a train I’m a ticke train Yahaha. |
221. I'm Looking Through You
| I'm | looking | through you, | where did you | go? |
| I | thought I | knew you, | what did I | know? |
| You don't look | different, but | you have | changed: |
| I'm | looking | through you, | you're not the | same. |
| Your lips are moving, I cannot hear. |
| Your voice is soothing, but the words aren't clear. |
| You don't sound diff'rent, I've learned the game: |
| I'm looking through you, you're not the same. |
| W | hy, tell me why, did you not tr | eat me right? |
| Love has a nasty habit of disa | ppearing ove | rnight. |
| You're thinking of me, the same old way. |
| You were above me, but not today. |
| The only difference is you're down there: |
| I'm looking through you, any other way. |
| Why, tell me why, did you not treat me right? |
| Love has a nasty habit of disappearing overnight. |
| I'm looking through you, where did you go? |
| I thought I knew you, what did I know? |
| You don't look different, but you have changed: |
| I'm looking through you, you're not the same! |
222. I'm Not Like Everybody Else
| (Intro) | / | / |
| I won't take all that they | ha | nd me | down |
| And | make up a smile though I | wear a frown |
| And I'm | not gonna take it a | life | time |
| 'Cause | once I get started I'll | go to town |
| I'm not like everybody | els | e; | I'm not like everybody | else! |
| I'm not like everybody | els | e; | I'm not like everybody | else! |
| And I don't want to talk around like | everybody | else |
| And I don't want to live my life like | everybody | else |
| And I won't say that I've gone by like | everybody | else |
| 'Cause | I'm not like everybody | else - | I'm not like everybody | else |
| My little darling I love you true |
| And do all the things you want me to |
| Confess all my sins if you want me to |
| But there's one thing I'll keep saying: |
| I'm not like everybody else... |
| Like everybody else - | Like everybody else |
| Like everybody else... |
| If you all want me to settle down |
| there's no way to stop all my goin' 'round |
| I'll do everything that you want me to |
| But there's one thing I'll keep saying: |
| I'm not like everybody else; I'm not like everybody else! |
| I'm not like everybody else; I'm not like everybody else! |
| And I don't want to talk around like everybody else |
| And I don't want to live my life like everybody else |
| And I don't want to say goodbye like everybody else |
| 'Cause I'm not like everybody else - I'm not like everybody else |
| Like everybody else - | Like everybody else - | Like everybody else... |
223. I'm Only Sleeping
| When I wake up early in the | morning; | Lift my | head | I'm still | yawning. |
| When I'm in the middle of a | dream; | Stay in | bed | Float up | stream. |
| Please don't wake me; | No, don't shake me; | Leave me where I | am, |
| I'm only | sleeping... |
| Everybody seems to think I'm | lazy; | I don't | mind, I | think they're | crazy. |
| Running everywhere at such a | speed; ' | Til they | find, | There's no | need. |
| Please don't spoil my | day, I'm miles | away, And after | all, |
| I'm only | sleeping... |
| Keeping an eye on the | world going by my | window, | taking my time |
| Lying there and staring at the | ceiling; | Waiting | for - a | sleepy | feeling |
| Please don't spoil my | day; I'm miles | away, And after | all: |
| I'm only | sleeping... |
| When I wake up early in the | morning; | Lift my | head | I'm still | yawning. |
| When I'm in the middle of a | dream; | Stay in | bed | Float up | stream. |
| Please don't wake me; | No, don't shake me; | Leave me where I | am, |
| I'm only | sleeping... |
224. I'm so Tired
| I'm | so | tired, I | haven't slept a | wink, I'm | so | tired, my | mind is on the | blink. |
| I | wonder should I | get up and | fix myself a | drink, no, no, no! |
| I'm | so | tired, I | don't know what to | do, I'm | so | tired, my | mind is set on | you. |
| I | wonder should I | call you but I | know what you would | do... |
| You say, I'm putting you on but it's no joke, it's doing me harm, you know I |
| can't sleep, I can't stop my brain, you know it's three weeks, I'm going insane, |
| you know I'd | give you everything I've got for a little peace of | mind. |
| I'm | so | tired, I'm | feeling so up | set. Al | though I'm so | tired, I'll | have another ciga | rette |
| and | curse Sir Walter | Raleigh, he was | such a stupid | get. |
| You say, I'm putting you on but it's no joke, it's doing me harm, you know I |
| can't sleep, I can't stop my brain, you know it's three weeks, I'm going insane, |
| you know I'd | give you everything I've got for a little peace of | mind. |
| Give you everything I've got for a little peace of | mind. |
225. I'm the Urban Spaceman
| I'm the urban spaceman baby, | I've got speed; | I've got | everything I | need. |
| I'm the urban spaceman, baby, | I can fly; I'm a | super | sonic | guy. |
| I don't need pleasure, I | don't feel | pain. |
| If you were to | knock me down - I'd | just get up | again! |
| I'm the urban spaceman babe and - | I'm making out - | I'm | all a | bout! |
| I | wake up every morning with a | smile upon my | face. |
| My | natural ex | uberance spills | out all over the | place. |
| I'm the urban spaceman I'm | intelligent and clean, | Know | what I | mean? |
| I'm the urban spaceman, as a | lover second to none, | It's a | lot of | fun! |
| I never let my friends down, I've | never made a | boob. |
| I'm a glossy | magazine, an | advert in the | tube. |
| I'm the urban spaceman babe, but | here comes the twist: | I | don't e | xist! |
226. Imagine
| Imagine | there's no | heaven, | it's | easy if you | try. |
| No | hell below | us, | above us | only | sky. |
| Imagine | all the | people | living | for to | day. |
| Imagine | there's no | countries, | it isn't | hard to | do. |
| No | greed or | hunger, | and no | religion | too. |
| Imagine | all the | people | living | life in | peace. |
| You - | You may | say I'm a | dreamer, | but I'm | not the only | one; |
| I hope some | day you'll | join us, | and the | world will | live as one. |
| Imagine | no po | sessions, | I wonder | if you | can. |
| Nothing | to kill or | die for, | a brother | hood of | man. |
| Imagine | all the | people | sharing | all the | world |
| You - | You may | say I'm a | dreamer, | but I'm | not the only | one; |
| I hope some | day you'll | join us, | and the | world will | live as one. |
227. In My Life
| / / | / | / / | / |
| There are | places I'll re | member | - all my | li- - | ife though | some have changed, |
| Some for | ever not for b | etter; | some have | go- - | one and | some remain. |
| All these | places had their | moments, with | lovers and friends I | still can recall, |
| Some are | dead and some are | living, in | my life I've l | oved them all. |
| But of | all these friends and | lovers, | there is | no | one com | pares with you, |
| And these | memories lose their | meaning, | when I | think of | love as | something new. |
| Though I | know I'll never lose af | fection for | people and things that | went before, |
| I | know I'll often stop and think a | bout them, in | my life I'll | love you more. |
| Though I | know I'll never lose af | fection for | people and things that | went before, |
| I | know I'll often stop and think a | bout them, in | my life I'll | love you more. |
| In | my life I'll love you | more. |
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228. In the Summertime
| In the | Summertime when the weather is high, |
| you can stretch right up and touch the sky. |
| When the | weather’s fine, you got women, you got women on your | mind. |
| Have a drink, | have a drive, go | and a-see what you can | find |
| If her daddie’s rich take her out for a meal. |
| If her daddie’s poor just do what you feel. |
| Speed along the lane, do a ton, or a ton a twentyfive. |
| When the sun goes down you can make it, make it good in a lay-by. |
| We’re not grey people we’re not dirty, we’re not mean. |
| We love everybody, but we do as we please. |
| When the weather’s fine we go fishing, or go swimming in the sea. |
| We’re always happy, life’s for living, and that's our philosophy. |
| Sing along with us, dee dee dee dee dee - da da da da da yeah we’re hap- happy, da da da da da... |
| When the winter’s here, yeah, it’s party time. |
| Bring a bottle, wear your bright clothes - it’ll soon be summertime! |
| And we’ll sing again. We’ll go driving, or maybe we’ll settle down. |
| If she’s rich, if she’s nice, bring your friends, an‘ we’ll all go into town! |
| In the Summertime when the weather is high, |
| you can stretch right up and touch the sky. |
| When the weather’s fine, you got women, you got women on your mind. |
| Have a drink, have a drive, go and a-see what you can find |
| If her daddie’s rich take her out for a meal. |
| If her daddie’s poor just do what you feel. |
| Speed along the lane, do a ton, or a ton a twentyfive. |
| When the sun goes down you can make it, make it good in a lay-by. |
| We’re not grey people we’re not dirty, we’re not mean. |
| We love everybody, but we do as we please. |
| When the weather’s fine we go fishing, or go swimming in the sea. |
| We’re always happy, life’s for living, and that's our philosophy. |
| Sing along with us, dee dee dee dee dee - da da da da da yeah we’re hap- happy, da da da da da... |
229. In the Year 2525 (Exordium & Terminus)
| In the year 25-25, | if a man is still alive |
| If woman can survive they may | find |
| In the year 35-35, | ain't gonna need to tell the truth tell no lies; |
| Everything you think, do and say | is in the pill you took today. |
| In the year 45-45, ain't gonna need no teeth won't need your eyes. |
| You won't find a thing to chew nobody's gonna look at you. |
| In the year 55-55 your arms are hanging limp at your side. |
| Your legs got nothing to do, some machines doin' that for you. |
| In the year 65-65 | ain't gonna need no husband won't need no wife. |
| You'll pick your sons pick your daughters too | from the bottom of a long glass tube. |
| In the year 75-10 if god is comin' he oughta make it by then. |
| Maybe he'll look around himself and say: "Now it's time for the judgement day!" |
| In the year 85-10 god is gonna shake his mighty hand. |
| He'll either say: I'm pleased where man has been! Or tear it down and start again! |
| In the year 95-95 | I'm kind a wond'ring if man is still alive. |
| He's taken everything this old earth could give | and he ain't put back nothin'! |
| Now it's been ten thousand years man has cried a billion tears. |
| For what he never knew now man reign is through! |
| But through eternal night the twinklin' of starlight |
| so very far away maybe it's only yesterday. |
| In the year 25-25... |
230. Indian Reservation
| They took the whole Cherokee | Nation |
| And put us on this reser | vation. |
| They took away our ways of | life, |
| The tomahawk and the | bow and knife. |
| They took away our native | tongue |
| And taught their English to | our young. |
| And all the beads we made by | hand |
| Are nowadays made in | Japan. |
| Cherokee people -- | Cherokee tribe. |
| So proud to life -- | so proud to die! |
| They took the whole Indian | Nation |
| And locked us on this reser | vation. |
| And though I wear a shirt and | tie, |
| I'm still a red man deep in | side! |
| Cherokee people -- | Cherokee tribe. |
| So proud to life -- | so proud to die! |
| But may be someday when they | learn |
| Cherokee nation will re | turn! Will return -- will return -- will return. Will Return! |
231. Into the Great Wide Open
| Eddie | waited till he | finished high | school. |
| He went to | Hollywood, | got a tat | too. |
| He met a | girl out there with | a tattoo, | too. |
| The | future was | wide | open. |
| They moved | into a place they | both could | afford. |
| He found a | nightclub he could | work at the | door. |
| She had a | guitar and she t | aught him some | chords, |
| The | sky | was the | limit. |
| Into the | great wide | o | pen, | under them | skies of | blue. |
| Out in the | great wide | o | pen, a | rebel with | out a | clue. |
| The papers said Ed always played from the heart. |
| He got an agent and a roadie named Bart. |
| They made a record and it went in the charts, |
| The sky was the limit. |
| His leather jacket had chains that would jingle. |
| They both met movie stars, partied and mingled. |
| Their A&R man said "I don't hear a single." |
| The future was wide open. |
| Into the great wide open, under them skies of blue |
| Out in the great wide open, a rebel without a clue. |
| Into the great wide open, under them skies of blue |
| Out in the great wide open, a rebel without a clue. |
232. Island in the Sun
| This | is my island | in the sun, |
| Where my | people have toiled since | time begun. |
| I may sail on | many a sea, |
| Her | shores will always be | home to | me. |
| Oh, island | in the sun, |
| Willed to me by my | father's hand. |
| All my days I will | sing and praise |
| Of your | forest, waters, your | shining sands. |
| As morning breaks the heaven on high, |
| I lift my heavy load to the sky. |
| Sun comes down with a burning glow, |
| Mingles my sweat with the earth below. |
| Oh, island in the sun, |
| Willed to me by my father's hand |
| All my days I will sing and praise |
| Of your forest, waters, your shining sands. |
| I see woman on bended knees |
| Cutting cane for her family. |
| I see man at the water side |
| Casting nets at the surging tide. |
| Oh, island in the sun, |
| Willed to me by my father's hand |
| All my days I will sing and praise |
| Of your forest, waters, your shining sands. |
| I hope the day will | never come, |
| That I | can't awake to the | sound of drum, |
| Never let me miss | carnival, |
| With caly | pso songs philo | sophi | cal. |
| Oh, island | in the sun, |
| Willed to me by my | father's hand |
| All my days I will | sing and praise |
| Of your | forest, waters, your | shining sands. |
233. Isle of Islay
| How high the gulls fly o'er Is | lay. |
| How sad the farm lad deep in | play. |
| Felt like a | grain on your | sand. |
| How well the sheep's bell music | makes. |
| Rovin' the cliff when fancy | takes. |
| Felt like the | tide left me | here. |
| How blessed the forest with birds' | song. |
| How neat the cut peat laid so | long. |
| Felt like a | seed on your | land. |
| How high the gulls fly o'er Is | lay. |
| How sad the farm lad deep in | play. |
| Felt like the | tide left me | here. |
| Felt like a | grain on your | sand. |
| Felt like a | grain on your | sand. |
234. It Ain't Me, Babe
| Go 'way from my | window | leave at your | own chosen | speed. |
| I'm not the one you | want, Babe, I'm | not the | one you | need. |
| You say you're looking | for someone who's never | weak but always | strong; |
| To pro | tect you and de | fend you whether | you are right or | wrong; |
| Some | one to open each and every | door: |
| But it ain't | me, Babe, | No, no, | no, it ain't | me, Babe, |
| It ain't | me you're | looking | for, Babe. |
| Go lightly from the ledge, Babe, go lightly on the ground. |
| I'm not the one you want, Babe, I will only let you down. |
| You say you're looking for someone who will promise never to part; |
| Someone to close his eyes for you, someone to close his heart; |
| Someone who will die for you and more: |
| But it ain't me, Babe, No, no, no, it ain't me, Babe, |
| It ain't me you're looking for, Babe. |
| Go melt back in the night, Babe, everything inside is made of stone, |
| There's nothing in here moving and anyway I'm not alone. |
| You say you're looking for someone Who'll pick you up each time you fall, |
| To gather flowers constantly and to come each time you call |
| A love of your life and nothing more: |
| But it ain't me, Babe, No, no, no, it ain't me, Babe, |
| It ain't me you're looking for, Babe. |
235. It Don't Come Easy
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| It don't come | easy, You | know it | don't come | easy. |
| It don't come | easy, You | know it | don't come | easy. |
| Got to pay your dues if you | want to sing the blues, |
| And you | know it don't come | easy. |
| You don't have to shout | or leap about |
| You can | even play them | easy. |
| For | get about the past and all your | sorrow! |
| The | future won't last - It will | soon by your tomorrow! |
| I don't ask for much - I only want trust, |
| And you know it don't come easy. |
| And this love of mine keeps growing all the time |
| And you know it just ain't easy. |
| Open up your heart -Let's come together. |
| Use a little luck - And we will make it work out better. |
| Got to pay your dues if you want to sing the blues, |
| And you know it don't come easy. |
| You don't have to shout or leap about, |
| You can even play them easy. |
| Please remember peace is how we make it! |
| Here within your reach - If you're big enough to take it! |
| I don't ask for much - I only want trust, |
| And you know it don't come easy. |
| And this love of mine keeps growing all the time, |
| And you know it don't come easy. |
236. It never rains in Southern California
| Got on | board a west-bound | seven-forty- | seven, |
| didn't | think before de | ciding what to | do. |
| All, that | talk of oppor | tunities, |
| TV-breaks and | movies rang | true, | sure rang | true. |
| Seems it | never rains in | Southern Cali | fornia. |
| Seems I've | often heard that | kind of talk be | fore. |
| It never | rains in Cali | fornia, but | girl don't they | warn you, |
| it | pou- | ours, man, it | pours. |
| Out of | work I'm out of my | head, out of | self-respect, I'm out of | bread, |
| I'm under | talked, I'm under | fed, I wanna go | home. |
| It never | rains in Cali | fornia, but | girl don't they | warn you, |
| it | pou- | ours, man, it | pours. |
| Will you tell the folks at home, I nearly made it. |
| Got offers but don't know which one to take. |
| Please don't tell'em, how you found me, |
| don't tell me how they found me, |
| gimmie a break, gimmie a break. |
| Seems it never rains in Southern California. |
| Seems I've often heard that kind of talk before. |
| It never rains in California, but girl don't they warn you, |
| it pours, man, it pours. |
| Out of work I'm out of my head, out of self-respect, I'm out of bread, |
| I'm undertalked, I'm underfed, I wanna go home. |
| It never rains in Califonia, but girl don't they warn you, |
| it pours, man, it pours. |
237. Jackson
| We got married in a fever hotter than a pepper sprout |
| We've been talking 'bout Jackson | ever since the fire went out |
| I'm going to | Jackson, gonna mess a | round! |
| Yeah, I'm going to | Jackson, | look out Jackson | town! |
| Go on down to Jackson, go ahead and wreck your health. |
| Go play your hand, you big talking man, and make a | big fool of yourself! |
| Yeah, go to | Jackson, go comb your | hair! |
| Yeah, I'm gonna | snow ball Jackson, | see if I | care. |
| When I breeze into that city, people gonna stop and bow. |
| All them women gonna make me | teach 'em what they don't know how. |
| Aaw, I'm going to | Jackson, turn aloose of my | coat, |
| Yeah, I'm going to | Jackson, good | bye, that's all she | wrote. |
| I'm gonna laugh at you in Jackson, and I'll be dancin' on a pony keg. |
| They'll lead ya' round town like a scalded hound, with your | tail tucked between your legs! |
| Yeah, go to | Jackson, you big talking | man, |
| and I'll be waiting in | Jackson, be | hind my japan(Japan) | fan. |
| We got married in a fever hotter than a pepper sprout. |
| We've been talking 'bout Jackson | ever since the fire went out. |
| I'm going to | Jackson, and that's a | fact |
| yeah, I'm going to | Jackson, | ain't never comin' | back! |
238. Jangalene
| Jangalene, | you're my | queen |
| Well I can't get next to your | love ma | chine |
| Well Jangalene, | you're my | queen |
| My soul can't feel what my | eyes can | see |
| Oh, | Oh, Janga | lene - | Oh, | oh, Janga | lene |
| Oh, | Oh, Janga | lene - | Oh, | Oh, Janga | lene |
| Drivin' all night in your | Cadil | lac |
| Showing your beauty you're | drivin' me | mad |
| Maybe you're a dream | flashin' | by |
| But I trust my eyes, they are | tellin' no | lies |
| From the Sunset Strip to a | Sausalito | Bar |
| I follow you down in my | second hand | car |
| Oh, | Oh, Janga | lene - | Oh, | oh, Janga | lene |
| Oh, | Oh, Janga | lene - | Oh, | Oh, Janga | lene |
239. Jealous Guy
| I was | dreaming of the | past |
| and my heart was beating | fast. |
| I began to lose con | trol, |
| I be | gan to lose con | trol. |
| I didn't | mean to hurt | you, |
| I'm sorry tha | t I | made you cry. |
| I didn't | mean to hurt | you, |
| I'm just a jealous | guy. |
| I was feeling insecure, you might not love me anymore. |
| I was shivering inside, I was shivering inside. |
| I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm sorry that I made you cry. |
| Oh no, I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm just a jealous guy. |
| I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm sorry that I made you cry. |
| Oh no, I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm just a jealous guy. |
| I was trying to catch your eyes, thought that you was trying to hide. |
| I was swallowing my pain, I was swallowing my pain. |
| I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm sorry that I made you cry. |
| Oh no, I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm just a jealous guy, watch out, |
| I'm just a jealous guy, look out, babe, I'm just a jealous guy. |
240. Johnny B. Goode
| Deep | down in Louisiana, close to New Orleans, |
| Way back up in the woods among the evergreens, |
| There | stood a log cabin made of earth and wood |
| Where | lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode |
| Who | never ever learned to read or write so well, |
| But he could | play the guitar just like a ringin' a bell. |
| Go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go! |
| Go, Johnny, go! Go | ! |
| Go, Johnny, go! | Go! |
| Go, Johnny, go! Go! | Johnny B. | Goode! |
| He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack, |
| And sit beneath the tree by the railroad track. |
| Living in the city sittin' in the shade, |
| Strummin' to the rhythm that the drivers made. |
| When people passed him by they would stop and say, |
| "Oh my but that little country boy could play". |
| Go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go! |
| Go, Johnny, go! Go! |
| Go, Johnny, go! Go! |
| Go, Johnny, go! Go! Johnny B. Goode! |
| His mother told him: "Someday you will be a man, |
| And you will be the leader of a big old band. |
| Many people coming from miles around |
| To hear you play your music when the sun goes down. |
| Maybe some day your name will be in lights - |
| Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight!" |
| Go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go! |
| Go, Johnny, go! Go! |
| Go, Johnny, go! Go! |
| Go, Johnny, go! Go! Johnny B. Goode! |
241. Jolene
| Jolene, Jo | lene, Jo | lene, Jo | lene - |
| I'm | begging of you please don't take my | man. |
| Jolene, Jo | lene, Jo | lene. Jo | lene - |
| Please don't take him just because you | can. |
| Your beauty is beyond compare |
| With flaming locks of auburn hair |
| With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green |
| Your smile is like a breath of spring |
| Your voice is soft like summer rain |
| And I cannot compete with you, Jolene |
| He talks about you in his sleep |
| There's nothing I can do to keep |
| From crying when he calls your name, Jolene |
| And I can easily understand |
| How you could easily take my man |
| But you don't know what he means to me, Jolene |
| Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene |
| I'm begging of you please don't take my man |
| Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene |
| Please don't take him just because you can |
| You could have your choice of men |
| But I could never love again |
| Hes the only one for me, Jolene |
| I had to have this talk with you |
| My happiness depends on you |
| And whatever you decide to do, Jolene |
| Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene |
| I'm begging of you please don't take my man |
| Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene |
| Please don't take him even though you can |
| Jolene, Jolene |
242. Junge komm bald wieder
| Junge komm bald wieder, bald wieder nach | Haus. |
| Junge fahr nie wieder, nie wieder hin | aus. |
| Ich mach mir Sorgen, Sorgen um | dich; |
| Denk auch an morgen, | denk auch an | mich! |
| Junge komm bald wieder, bald wieder nach | Haus. |
| Junge fahr nie wieder, nie wieder hin | aus. |
| Wo | hin die Seefahrt mich im Leben trieb, |
| Ich | weiß noch heute, was mir Mutter schrieb. |
| In | jedem Hafen kam ein Brief an | Bord |
| Und | immer schrieb sie "Bleib nicht so lange | fort". |
| Junge komm bald wieder, bald wieder nach Haus |
| Junge fahr nie wieder, nie wieder hinaus |
| Ich weiß noch wie die erste Fahrt verlief, |
| Ich schlich mich heimlich fort als Mutter schlief, |
| Als sie erwachte war ich auf dem Meer. |
| Im ersten Brief stand "Komm doch bald wieder her". |
| Junge komm bald wieder, bald wieder nach Haus. |
| Junge fahr nie wieder, nie wieder hinaus. |
| Ich mach mir Sorgen, Sorgen um dich. |
| Denk auch an morgen, denk auch an mich. |
| Junge komm bald wieder, bald wieder nach Haus. |
| Junge fahr nie wieder, nie wieder hinaus. |
243. Junimond
| Die Welt schaut | rauf | zu meinem Fens | ter, |
| Mit müden | Augen ganz stau | big und | scheu. |
| Ich bin hier | oben | auf meiner Wol | ke, |
| ich seh Dich | kommen, aber | du gehst vorbei. |
| Doch jetzt tut's nicht mehr w | eh, | nee, jetzt tut's nicht mehr | weh |
| Und | alles bleibt stehen und kein | Sturm kommt auf, wenn ich dich | seh. |
| Es ist vor | bei, | bye, bye, | Junimond, |
| Es ist vor | bei, | es ist vor | bei, | bye, | bye. |
| Zweitausend | Stunden | hab ich ge | wartet, |
| ich hab sie | alle gez | ählt und ver | flucht. |
| Ich hab getr | unken, ge | raucht und ge | betet, |
| hab dich fluss | auf- und flussa | bwärts ge | sucht. |
| Doch jetzt tut's nicht mehr w | eh, | nee, jetzt tut's nicht mehr | weh |
| Und | alles bleibt stehen und kein | Sturm kommt auf, wenn ich dich | seh. |
| Es ist vor | bei, | bye, bye, | Junimond, |
| Es ist vor | bei, | es ist vor | bei, | bye, | bye. |
244. Just Like a Woman
| Nobody | feels | any | pain - | Tonight as I | stand | inside the | rain |
| Everybody | knows that | baby's got new | clothes |
| But | late | ly | I | see her | ribbons and her bows |
| Have | fallen | from her | curls |
| She | takes | just | like a | woman, yes she does |
| She | makes love | just | like a | woman, yes she does |
| And she | aches | just | like a | woman |
| But she | breaks | just like a | little | girl | . |
| Queen Mary, she's my friend. Yes, I believe I'll go see her again. |
| Nobody has to guess that baby can't be blessed |
| Till she sees finally that she's like all the rest |
| With her fog, her amphetamine and her pearls. |
| She takes just like a woman, yes she does; She makes love... |
| It was rainin' from the first and I was dying there of thirst |
| So I | came in here |
| And your longtime curse hurts but what's worse |
| Is this pain in here, | I can't stay | in here, | Ain't it | clear that |
| I just can't fit - Yes, I believe it's time for us to quit |
| When we meet again introduced as friends |
| Please don't let on that you knew me when |
| I was hungry and it was your world. |
| She takes just like a woman, yes she does; She makes love... |
245. Kaspar
| / | / | / | / | / | / | / | / | / / | / / | / | / | / | / | / | / |
| Sie sagten, er käme von | Nürnberg her Und er | spräche kein Wort |
| Auf dem Marktplatz standen sie | um ihn her Und be | gafften ihn dort |
| Die Einen raunten: Er ist ein Tier" Die | Andern fragten: Was will der hier?" |
| Und | daß er sich doch zum | Teufel scher' So | jagt ihn doch fort | So | jagt ihn doch | fo | rt | !" |
| Sein Haar in Strähnen und | wirre Sein | Gang war gebeugt |
| Kein Zweifel, dieser | Irre Ward vom | Teufel gezeugt! |
| Der Pfarrer reichte ihm einen Krug Voll | Milch, der sog in einem Zug |
| Er | trinkt nicht vom Ge | schirre Den hat die | Wölfin gesäugt! | Den hat die | Wöl | fin | ge | säugt!" |
| Mein Vater, der in | unsrem Orte | Schulmeister war |
| Trat vor ihn hin, trotz | böser Worte | Rings aus der Schar |
| C Am |
| Er sprach zu ihm ganz ruhig, und Der Stumme öffnete den Mund |
| Und | stammelte die | Worte: Heiße | Kaspar | Heiße | Kaspar" |
| Mein Vater brachte | ihn ins Haus Heiße | Kaspar" |
| Meine Mutter wusch sei | ne Kleider aus Und | schnitt ihm das Haar |
| Sprechen lehrte mein Vater ihn | Lesen und schreiben und es schien |
| Was man | ihn lehrte, sog er | in sich auf Wie | gierig er war! | Wie | gierig er war! |
| Zur Schule gehörte | derzeit noch Das | Üttinger Feld |
| Kaspar und ich | pflügten zu zweit Bald war | alles bestellt |
| Wir | hegten und pflegten jeden Keim | Brachten im Herbst die Ernte ein |
| Von den | Leuten vermale | deit Von deren | Hunden ver | bellt Von deren | Hunden | ver | bel | lt |
| Ein | Wintertag, der | Schnee lag frisch Es war | Januar |
| Meine | Mutter rief uns: | Kommt zu Tisch Das | Essen ist gar!" |
| Mein | Vater sagte: ...Appetit" Ich wartete auf | Kaspars Schritt |
| Mein | Vater fragte | mürrisch: Wo bleibt | Kaspar?" | Wo bleibt | Kaspar?" |
| Wir | suchten, und wir | fanden ihn Auf dem | Pfad bei dem Feld |
| Der | Neuschnee wehte | über ihn Sein | Gesicht war entstellt |
| Die | Augen angstvoll aufgerissen, Sein | Hemd war blutig und zerrissen. |
| Er | stochen hatten sie | ihn Dort am | Üttinger Feld | Dort am Üt | tinger Feld |
| Der | Polizeirat | aus der Stadt Füllte | ein Formular |
| "Gott | nehm ihn hin in | seiner Gnad" Sagte | der Herr Vikar |
| Das | Üttinger Feld liegt lang schon brach Nur | manchmal bell'n mir noch die Hunde nach |
| Dann | streu ich ein paar | Blumen auf den | Pfad | Für | Kaspar |
246. Keep the Customer Satisfied
| Gee but its great to be back | home - Home is where I want to | be. |
| I've been on the road so | long, |
| And if you came along - I | know you couldn't | disa- | gree. |
| It's the same old | story! |
| Everywhere I | go, I get | slandered, | libelled, I hear | words I never | heard in the | bible, |
| And I'm | one step ahead of the | shoe shine, | Two steps away from the | county line, |
| Just | trying to keep my | customers | satisfied, satis | fied! |
| Deputy sheriff said to | me: "Tell me what you come here | for, boy? |
| You better get your | bags and flee. |
| You're in trouble boy and | now you're headed | into | more, |
| It's the same old | story!" |
| Everywhere I | go, I get | slandered, | libelled, I hear | words I never | heard in the | bible, |
| And I'm | one step ahead of the | shoe shine, | Two steps away from the | county line, |
| Just | trying to keep my | customers | satisfied, satis | fied! |
| Oh-ho-ho, Oh-ho-ho, Oh-ho-ho, Oh-ho- | ho | It's the same old sto | ry! |
| Everywhere I | go, I get | slandered, | libelled. I hear | words I never | heard in the | bible, |
| And I'm | so - | tired! I'm | oh - oh - | oh - tired! |
| Just | trying to keep my | customers | satisfied, satis | fied! |
| Just | trying to keep my | customers | satisfied, satis | fied! |
| Just | trying to keep my | customers | satisfied, satis | fied! |
247. Kling Klang
| Steck dir die halbe Tüte | Erdnussflips |
| in deinen zuckersüßen | Mund. |
| Find dich in einem | Comic-Heft wieder, |
| fotografier dich | bunt. |
| Graffitis machen graue | Wände lebendig, |
| ich | wünschte, ich könnt das | auch. |
| Und wie ich überleg, was ich denn | wirklich kann |
| seh ich, daß ich zu nichts | taug. |
| Kling | klang, du und ich - | die Straßen ent | lang. |
| Kling | klang, du und ich - | die Straßen ent | lang. |
| Für diesen Augenblick dich in die | Kamera zu kriegen |
| haut mal wieder nicht | hin. |
| Komm und lass uns heute noch nach | England fliegen, |
| God save the Queen. |
| An der Westküste dann die Prome | nade runter |
| wo schon der Kapitän | wartet. |
| " | Guten Tag, zweimal bis nach | Feuerland bitte!" |
| Das Schiff ist leicht entartet. |
| Kling | Gklang, du und ich - | die Straßen ent | lang. |
| Kling | klang, du und ich - | die Straßen ent | lang. |
| Bloss von | hier weg, so | weit wie möglich. |
| Bis du | sagst, es ist Z | eit, wir müssen |
| aus Feuerlang | zurück, nach | Hause, | im Wiener-Walzer- | Schritt. |
| Dadadap, dadap | dadadadam, | dedödemda | daum. |
| Kling | klang, du und ich - | die Straßen ent | lang. |
| Kling | klang, du und ich - | die Straßen ent | lang. |
248. Knockin' on Heaven's Door
| Oooh | Oooh | Oooh | - | Oooh | Oooh | Oooh |
| Mama take this | badge off of | me, |
| I can't | use it any | more. |
| It's getting | dark, too dark for me to | see; |
| I feel I'm | knockin' on heaven's | door. |
| Knock, knock, | knockin' on heaven's | door. |
| Knock, knock, | knockin' on heaven's | door. |
| Knock, knock, | knockin' on heaven's | door. |
| Knock, knock, | knockin' on heaven's | door. |
| Mama, put my | guns in the | ground. |
| I can't | shoot them any | more. |
| That long black | cloud is comin' | down. |
| I feel I'm | knockin' on heaven's | door. |
| Knock, knock, | knockin' on heaven's | door. |
| Knock, knock, | knockin' on heaven's | door. |
| Knock, knock, | knockin' on heaven's | door. |
| Knock, knock, | knockin' on heaven's | door. |
| Ooh - | ooh - | ooh - ooh | Ooh - | ooh - | ooh ... |
249. König von Deutschland
| Jede | Nacht um halb eins, wenn das | Fernsehen rauscht, leg ich | mich aufs Bett und | mal mir aus, |
| wie es | wäre, wenn ich nicht der wäre, der ich bin | , son | dern Kanzler, | Kaiser, König oder | Köni | gin. |
| Ich | denk mir, was der Kohl da kann, das | kann ich auch, ich würde Vi | valdi hören tag | ein, tagaus, |
| ich | käm' viel rum, würd' nach USA reisen | , | Ronny mal wie | Waldi in die | Waden | beißen. |
| Das alles und noch viel | meh- | eh- - | ehr, würde ich | machen, | wenn ich König von | Deutschland | wär. |
| Ich | würde die Krone täglich wechseln, würde | zweimal baden, die | Lottozahlen eine Woche | vorher sagen, |
| bei der | Bundeswehr gäb es nur noch Hitparaden | , ich | würde jeden Tag | im Jahr Geburtstag | ha- - | ben. |
| Im | Fernsehen gäb es nur noch ein Pro | gramm: Robert | Lembke vierundzwanzig | Stunden lang. |
| Ich hätte | zweihundert Schlösser und wär' nie mehr pleite | , Ich | wär' Rio der Erste, | Sissi die | Zwei- - | te. |
| Das alles und noch viel | meh- | eh- - | ehr, würde ich | machen, | wenn ich König von | Deutschland | wär. |
| Die | Socken und die Autos dürften nicht mehr | stinken, ich würd' | jeden Morgen erstmal ein Glas | Schampus trinken. |
| Ich wär s | chicker als der Schmidt und dicker als der Strauß | und | meine Platten kämen | ganz | groß | raus. |
| Rein | hard Mey wäre des | Königs Barde, Pa | ola und Kurt Felix wären | Schweizer Garde. |
| Vor | her würde ich gern wissen, ob sie Spaß ver | stehen, sie müßten | achtundvierzig | Stunden ihre | Show an | sehen. |
| Das alles und noch viel | meh- | eh- - | ehr, würde ich | machen, | wenn ich König von | Deutschland | wär. |
250. Kokain
| Ich | kam von Frankfurt | nach Berlin, drei | Koffer voll |
| mit | Kokain. Co | caine, | all around my | brain. |
| Hallo | Taxi, schnell zum Kuhdamm/Ecke | Tauentzien |
| meine | Frau und meine Kinder warten | schon auf Kokain. |
| Co | caine, | all around my | brain. |
| Oh-oh-oh | Oh, Mama komm schnell her, |
| halt mich fest, ich | kann nicht mehr! |
| Co | caine, | all around my | brain. |
| Meine Frau heißt Evelyn, ich weiß nicht, liebt sie mich, |
| oder mehr mein Kokain? Cocaine, all around my brain. |
| Liebster, sagt sie, Rate mal: Was kitzelt so schön |
| in der Nase, schmeckt nach Scheiße und wirkt wie Arsen? |
| Cocaine, all around my brain. |
| Oh-oh-oh Mama, Mama komm schnell her, halt mich fest, ich kann nicht mehr! |
| Cocaine, all around my brain. |
| Mein Sohn ist zwölf und ewig angetörnt, ich verbiet' es ihm, |
| damit er endlich laufen lernt! Cocaine, all around my brain. |
| Seit gestern weiß er endlich, wer ich bin! |
| Wenn er mich sieht, dann ruft er: Pappa, hattu Kokain? |
| Cocaine, all around my brain. |
| Oh-oh-oh Mama, Mama komm schnell her, halt mich fest, ich kann nicht mehr! |
| Cocaine, all around my brain. |
| Meine kleine Tochter ist jetzt grad' auf 'nem Trip, |
| den sie letztes Jahr eingepfiffen hat. Cocaine, all around my brain. |
| sie sieht aus, als wär sie dreißig und sie macht |
| auf zwanzig, dabei ist sie acht. Cocaine, all around my brain. |
| Oh-oh-oh Mama, Mama komm schnell her, halt mich fest, ich kann nicht mehr! |
| Cocaine, all around my brain. |
| Meine Tante dealt seit einem Jahr, seitdem geht sie über Leichen, |
| fährt 'nen Jaguar. Cocaine, all around my brain. |
| Immer wenn sie kommt, bringt sie ein Stückchen Shit |
| in der Radkappe für die Kinder mit. Cocaine, all around my brain. |
| Oh-oh-oh Mama, Mama komm schnell her, halt mich fest, ich kann nicht mehr! |
| Cocaine, all around my brain. |
| Mein Onkel kam vom Alkohol zum Kokain, jetzt will er sich das Kokain |
| mit Schnaps entzieh'n. Cocaine, all around my brain. |
| Seit gestern liegt er im Delirium, |
| ab morgen steigt er wieder auf die Droge um. Cocaine, all around my brain. |
| Oh-oh-oh Mama, Mama komm schnell her, halt mich fest, ich kann nicht mehr! |
| Cocaine, all around my brain. |
| Opa hat den Gilb, wartet auf den Tod. Freut sich auf Jimi Hendrix |
| und den lieben Gott. Cocaine, all around my brain. |
| Oma geht es augenblicklich auch nicht gut, |
| seit ihrem letzten Flash spuckt sie nur noch Blut. |
| Cocaine, all around my brain. |
| Oh-oh-oh Mama, Mama komm schnell her, halt mich fest, ich kann nicht mehr! |
| Cocaine, all around my brain. |
| Ich merke schon, daß ich jetzt | aufhör'n muß. |
| Oh, | Mama, Mama, Mama komm', mach | mir 'nen Schuß |
| mit | Morphium und | Heroin, | Opium und | Rosamin oder |
| gib mir Lyserg | säurediäthyla | mid, | Mescalin und | Nepalshit, | la la | lala la.. |
251. Kriminaltango
| Kriminal | tango in der Ta | verne. Dunkle Ge | stalten | - und rotes | Licht. |
| Und sie tanzen einen | Tango Jacky Brown und Baby | Miller. |
| Und er sagt ihr leise: " | Baby, wenn ich austrink machst du | dicht." |
| Dann bestellt er zwei Man | hattan und dann kommt ein Herr mit | Kneifer. |
| Jack trinkt aus und Baby | zittert | - | doch dann löscht sie schnell das | Licht. |
| Kriminal | tango in der Ta | verne. Dunkle Ge | stalten rote La | terne. |
| Abend für | Abend lodert die | Lunte. Sprühende | Spannung liegt in der | Luft. |
| Und sie tanzen einen | Tango Alle die davon nichts | ahnen. |
| Und sie fragen die Ka | pelle: Hab'n Sie nicht was Heisses | da? |
| Denn sie können ja nicht | wissen was da zwischen Tag und | Morgen |
| in der nächtlichen Ta | verne | - | bei dem Tango schon ge | schah. |
| Kriminal | tango in der Ta | verne. Dunkle Ge | stalten rote La | terne. |
| Glühende | Blicke, steigende | Spannung. Und in die | Spannung, da fällt ein | Schuss - Aaah! |
| Und sie tanzen einen | Tango Jacky Brown und Baby | Miller. |
| Und die Kripo kann nichts | finden was daran verdächtig | wär'. |
| Nur der Herr da mit dem | Kneifer dem der Schuß im Dunkel | galt |
| könnt' vielleicht noch etwas | sagen | - doch der Herr der sagt nichts | mehr. |
| Kriminal | tango in der Ta | verne. Dunkle Ge | stalten rote La | terne |
| Abend für | Abend, immer das | Gleiche Denn dieser | Tango | - | geht nie vor | bei. |
| Geht nie vor | bei. | Geht nie vor | bei... |
252. La Paloma
| Ein | Wind weht von Süd und zieht mich hinaus auf | See, |
| Mein | Kind, sei nicht traurig, tut auch der Abschied | weh. |
| Mein | Herz geht an Bord und fort muss die Reise | geh'n. |
| Dein | Schmerz wird vergeh'n und schön wird das Wieder | sehn. |
| Mich trägt die Sehnsucht fort in die blaue | Ferne. |
| Unter mir Meer und über mir Nacht und Ster | ne. |
| Vor mir die Welt, so treibt mich der Wind des Leb | ens. |
| Wein nicht, mein Kind, die Tränen, die sind ver | gebens. |
| Auf Matrosen, o | hé! Einmal muss es vor | bei sein, |
| Nur Erinnerung an Stunden der Liebe bleibt noch an Land zu | rück. |
| Seemanns Braut ist die See und nur ihr kann er treu | sein! |
| Wenn der Sturmwind sein Lied singt, Schon winkt mir der großen Freiheit | Glück. |
| Wie blau ist das Meer, wie groß kann der Himmel | sein. |
| Ich schau hoch vom Mastkorb weit in die Welt hi | nein. |
| Nach vorn geht mein Blick, Zurück darf kein Seemann | schau'n, |
| Kap Hoorn liegt auf Lee, jetzt heißt es auf Gott ver | trau'n. |
| Seemann gib Acht, denn strahlt auch als Gruß des Frie | dens |
| Hell durch die Nacht das leuchtende Kreuz des Sü | dens, |
| Schroff ist ein Riff und schnell geht ein Schiff zugrun | de, |
| Früh oder spät schlägt jedem von uns die | Stunde. |
| Auf Matrosen | ohé! Einmal muss es vor | bei sein, |
| Einmal holt uns die See. und das Meer gibt keinen von uns zu | rück. |
| Seemanns Braut ist die See und nur ihr kann er treu | sein! |
| Wenn der Sturmwind sein Lied singt, dann winkt mir der großen Freiheit | Glück. |
| La Paloma adé! Auf Matrosen, ohé! Adé... |
| My Lady D'Arbanville, | why do you sleep so still? |
| I'll wake you tomorrow, | and you will be my | fill, |
| yes you will be my | fill. |
| My Lady D'Arbanville, why does it grieve me so? |
| But your heart seems so silent, why do you breathe so low? |
| Why do you breathe so low? |
| My Lady D'Arbanville, why do you sleep so still? |
| I'll wake you tomorrow, and you will be my fill, |
| yes you will be my fill. |
| My Lady D'Arbanville, you look so cold tonight! |
| Your lips feel like winter, your skin has turned to white, |
| Your skin has turned to white. |
| My Lady D'Arbanville, why do you sleep so still? |
| I'll wake you tomorrow, and you will be my fill, |
| yes you will be my fill. |
| My Lady D'Arbanville, why does it grieve me so? |
| But your heart seems so silent, why do you breathe so low? |
| Why do you breathe so low? |
| I loved you my lady, though in your grave you lie |
| I'll always be with you, this rose will never die |
| This rose will never die. |
253. Lady in Black
| She | came to me one morning, one lonely sunday morning, |
| Her | long hair flowing in the | mid-winter wind. |
| I | know not how she found me, for in darkness I was walking, |
| And | destruction lay around me from a | fight I could not win. |
| Ahahaaa | Haahah, | Ahahaaa | Haha | Ha! |
| She asked me: "Name my foe then". I said: "The need within some men |
| To fight and kill their brothers without thought of love or God". |
| And I begged her give me horses to trample down my enemies, |
| So eager was my passion to devour this waste of life. |
| Ahahaaa Haahah, Ahahaaa Haha Ha! |
| But she would not think of battle that reduces men to animals, |
| So easy to begin and yet impossible to end. |
| For she the mother of all men had counciled me so wisely that |
| I feared to walk alone again and asked if she would stay. |
| Ahahaaa Haahah, Ahahaaa Haha Ha! |
| "Oh lady lend your hand," I cried, "Oh let me rest here at your side." |
| "Have faith and trust in me," she said and filled my heart with life. |
| There is no strength in numbers. I've no such misconception. |
| But when you need me be assured I won't be far away. |
| Ahahaaa Haahah, Ahahaaa Haha Ha! |
| Thus having spoke she turned away and though I found no words to say |
| I stood and watched until I saw her black cloak disappear. |
| My labor is no easier, but now I know I'm not alone. |
| I find new heart each time I think upon that windy day. |
| And if one day she comes to you drink deeply from her words so wise. |
| Take courage from her as your prize and say hello for me. |
| Ahahaaa Haahah, Ahahaaa Haha Ha! |
| Ahahaaa Haahah, Ahahaaa Haha Ha... |
254. Lady Jane
| My sweet Lady | Jane, when I see you a | gain? |
| Your servant am | I and will humbly re | main. |
| Just hear this | plea, my love, |
| On bended k | nees, my love; |
| I pledge my | self to Lady | Jane. |
| My dear Lady | Anne I've done what I | can. |
| I must take my | leave for promised I | am. |
| This play is | run, my love, |
| Your time has | come, my love. |
| I've pledged my | troth to Lady | Jane. |
| Oh | my sweet Ma | rie I wait at your | ease. |
| The sands have run | out for your lady and | me. |
| Wedlock is | nigh, my love, |
| Her station's | right, my love. |
| Live is se | cure with Lady | Jane. |
255. Lady Madonna
| Lady Ma | donna, | children at your | feet |
| Wonder how you | manage | to make | ends | meet |
| Who finds the | money | when you pay the | rent |
| Did you think that | money | was | hea | ven | sent? |
| Friday night arrives without a | suitcase |
| Sunday morning creeping like a | nun |
| Monday's child has learned to tie his | bootlace |
| See | how they'll | run |
| Lady Ma | donna, | baby at your | breast |
| Wonder how you | manage to | feed the | rest |
| Lady Ma | donna, | lying in your | bed |
| Listen to the | music | playing | in | your | head |
| Tuesday afternoon is never | ending |
| Wednesday morning papers didn't | come |
| Thursday night your stockings needed | mending |
| See | how they'll | run |
| Lady Ma | donna, | children at your | feet |
| Wonder how you | manage to | make ends | meet |
256. The Last Time
| Well I | told you once and I | told you | twice |
| But you | never listen to | my ad | vice |
| You | don't try very | hard to | please me |
| For | what you know it | should be | easy |
| Well this could be the last time. This could be the last time. |
| Maybe the last time I don't | know! Oh | no | Oh | no. |
| Well | I'm sorry girl but I | can't | stay |
| Feelin' like I | do to | day |
| There's too much pain and | too much | sorrow |
| Guess I'll feel the | same to | morrow |
| Well I | told you once and I | told you | twice |
| Someone will have to | pay the | price |
| Here's a chance to | change your | mind |
| Cause I'll be gone a | long, long | time |
257. Lay Lady Lay
| Lay, lady, | lay, | lay across my | big brass bed |
| Lay, lady, | lay, | lay across my | big brass bed |
| Whatever | colours you have | in your mind |
| I'll show them | to you | and you'll see them shine |
| Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed |
| Stay, lady, stay, stay with your man awhile |
| Until the break of day, let me see you make him smile |
| His clothes are dirty but his hands are clean |
| And you're the best thing that he's ever seen |
| Stay, lady, stay, stay with your man awhile |
| Why wait any longer for the | world to | begin |
| You can have your cake and eat | it | too |
| Why wait any longer for the | one you | love |
| When he's stan | ding in front of | you |
| Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed |
| Stay, lady, stay, stay while the night is still ahead |
| I long to see you in the morning light |
| I long to reach for you in the night |
| Stay, lady, | stay, | stay while the night is | still ahead |
258. Layla
| (Solo) |
| What will you do when you get | lonely, |
| with nobody | waiting | by your | side? |
| You’ve been | running and | hiding much too | long. |
| You know, it's | just your foolish | pride. |
| Lay | la, | you | got me on my | knees. |
| Lay | la, | I'm | begging darling | please. |
| Lay | la, | darling, won't you ease my worried | mind? |
| Tried to give you consolation; |
| Your old man won't let you down. |
| Like a fool, I fell in love with you; |
| Turned the whole world upside down. |
| Layla, you got me on my knees... |
| Let's make the best of the situation, |
| before I finally go insane. |
| Please don't say we'll never find a way |
| and tell me all my love's in vain. |
| Layla, you got me on my knees... |
| Layla, you got me on my knees... |
259. Layla
| What will you do when you get | lonely, |
| with nobody | waiting | by your | side? |
| You've been | running and | hiding much too | long. |
| You know, it's | just your foolish | pride. |
| Lay | la, | you | got me on my | knees. |
| Lay | la, | I’m | begging darling | please. |
| Lay | la, | darling, won't you ease my worried | mind? |
| Tried to give you consolation; |
| Your old man won't let you down. |
| Like a fool, I fell in love with you; |
| Turned the whole world upside down. |
| Layla, you got me on my knees... |
| Let's make the best of the situation, |
| before I finally go insane. |
| Please don't say we'll never find a way |
| and tell me all my love's in vain. |
| Layla, you got me on my knees... |
| Layla, you got me on my knees... |
260. Lazy Sunday
| / , / , | / / | / , / , | / / - - | / , / , | / / | //////// |
| Ah, | wouldn't it be | nice, to | get on with me | neighbours? |
| But they make it very | clear, they've | got no room for | ravers. |
| They stop me from groovin', they bang on me wall! |
| They're doing me crust in, it's no good at all! |
| Lazy | Sunday after | noon! I've got no | mind to worry. I | close my | eyes and drift | away. |
| Here we all | are | sittin' in a | rainbow | . |
| (Gor' blimey) | hello Mrs. | Jones, | how's old Bert's lum | bago? | (He mustn't grumble) |
| I'll sing you a song with no words and no tune, |
| To sing in your party while you suss-out the moon! Oh, |
| Lazy | Sunday after | noon! I've got no | mind to worry. I | close my | eyes and drift | away. |
| Root-de-doo-de- | doo, a- | root-de-doot-de | doy day. |
| A-root-de doot de | dum, a- | root-de-doo-de- | doody. |
| There's no one to hear me, there's nothing to say; |
| And no one can stop me from feeling this way, yeah! |
| Lazy | Sunday after | noon! I've got no | mind to worry. I | close my | eyes and drift | away. |
| Lazy | Sunday after | noon! I've got no | mind to worry. |
| Close my | eyes and drift | a, | close my | eyes and drift | away. Close my | eyes and drift | away. |
| I close my | eyes and drift | a, | close my | eyes and drift | away. close my | eyes and drift | away | . |
| I close my | mind and drift | a, | close my | mind and drift | away. close my | eyes and drift | away. |
261. Leaving on a Jetplane
| All my | bags are packed, I'm | ready to go, I'm | standing here out | side the door |
| I | hate to wake you | up to say good | bye. |
| But the | dawn is breakin', it's | early morn', The | Taxi's waitin', he's | blowin' his horn. |
| Al | ready I'm so | lonesome I could | die. |
| So | kiss me and | smile for me, | Tell me that you'll | wait for me, |
| Hold me like you | never let me | go. |
| 'Cause I'm | leaving | on a jet plane, | Don't know when | I'll be back again. |
| Oh babe, | I hate to | go. |
| There's so many times I've let you down, So many times I've played around, |
| I tell you now they don't mean a thing. |
| Ev'ry place I go I'll think of you, Ev'ry song I sing I sing for you. |
| When I come back I'll bring your wedding ring. |
| So kiss me ... |
| Now the time has come to leave you, One more time let me kiss you, |
| Then close your eyes, I'll be on my way. |
| Dream about the days to come, When I won't have to leave alone, |
| About the times I won't have to say. |
| So kiss me ... |
262. Lemon Tree
| I'm sitting here in a | boring room, | It's just another rainy sunday | afternoon |
| I'm | wasting my time I got | nothing to do, I'm | hanging around I'm | waiting for you: |
| But | nothing ever happens | - wnd I | wonder. |
| I'm driving around | in mycCar, I'm | driving foo fast, I'm | driving too far. |
| I'd | Llke to change my | point of view, | I feel so lonely I'm | waiting yor you: |
| But | nothing ever happens | - and I | wonder. |
| I | wonder how, I | wonder why, | Yesterday you told me 'bout the | blue blue sky, |
| And all that I can | see is just a yellow | lemon-tree. |
| I'm turning my head | up and down, | I'm turning, turning, turning, turning, | turning around, |
| And all that I can | see is just a yellow | lemon-tree. | dad | ada | ... | . |
| I'm sitting here I miss the power, I'd like to go out taking a shower; |
| But there's a heavy cloud inside my head. I feel so tired put myself into bed, |
| Where nothing ever happens - and I wonder. |
| Isolation - | is not good for me. | Isolation - | I don't want to | sit on a lemon-tree. |
| I'm steppin' around in a desert of joy, Baby anyhow I'll get another toy, |
| And everything will happen - and You'll wonder. |
| I wonder how, I wonder why, Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue blue sky, |
| And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon-tree. |
| I'm turning my head up and down, I'm turning, turning, turning, turning, turning around, |
| And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon-tree. |
| and I wonder, I wonder. |
| I wonder how, I wonder why, Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue blue sky, |
| |: | And all that I can | see, | :| | And all that I can | see, Is just a yellow | lemon-tree. |
263. Let it be
| When I | find myself in | time of trouble |
| Mother Mary | comes to me |
| Speaking words of | wisdom let it | be | . |
| And | in my hours of | darkness, |
| she is | standing right in | front of me |
| Speaking words of | wisdom let it | be | . |
| Let it | be, let it | be, let it | be, let it | be! |
| Whisper words of | wisdom: let it | be. |
| And when the broken hearted people living in the world agree |
| There will be an answer, let it be |
| but though they may be parted |
| There is still a chance that they will see |
| There will be an answer, let it be |
| Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be! |
| Whisper words of wisdom: let it be. |
| And when the night is cloudy |
| there is still a light that shines on me |
| Shines on still tomorrow, let it be |
| I wake up to the sound of music |
| Mother Mary comes to me |
| Speaking words of wisdom: let it be. |
| Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be! |
| Speaking words of wisdom: let it be. |
264. Let's Spend The Night Together
| Ba ba da da bab bab ba da da - Ba ba da da bab bab ba da da. |
| Ba ba da da - | bab bab ba da da - | Ba ba da da bab bab ba da da. |
| (oh my, | da da da da da da da da) |
| Don't you worry 'bout what's | on your mind, oh | my. (Ba ba da da bab bab ba da da) |
| I'm in no hurry I can | take my time, Oh | my. (Ba ba da da bab bab ba da da) |
| I'm going red and my tongue's getting | tied! (tongue's getting | tied) |
| I'm off my head and my mouth's getting | dry, I'm high, but I try, try, try - oh | my: |
| Let's spend the night together, now I need you more than ever. |
| Let's spend the night together | now. (Ba ba da da | bab bab ba da da) |
| Oh | my. (Ba ba da da bab bab ba da da) |
| I feel so strong that I can't disguise, oh my. (let's spend the night together) |
| But I just can't apologise, oh no. (let's spend the night together) |
| Don't hang me off and let me down. (don't let me down) |
| We could have fun just grooving around, around and 'round, oh my my. |
| Let's spend the night together, Now I need you more than ever, |
| Let's spend the night together. |
| Let's | spend the night together - | Now I | need you more than ever |
| ( | doo | doo - doo doo) | You know I'm smiling, baby. |
| You need some guiding, baby. | I'm just deciding, baby, |
| Now, I need you more than ever! | Let's spend the night together! |
| Let's spend the night together | now! |
| (Ba ba da da | bab bab ba da da) Oh | my. (Ba ba da da bab bab ba da da) |
| This doesn't happen to me every day,oh my. (let's spend the night together) |
| No excuses offered anyway, oh my. (let's spend the night together) |
| I'll satisfy your every need. (every need) |
| And I now know you will satisfy me. Oh my, my, my, my, my. |
| Let's spend the night together - Now I need you more than ever |
| Let's spend the night together: now! Oh my, my, my, my, my. |
| Let's spend the night together - Now I need you, need you more than ever |
| Let's spend the night together: now! |
| I'll satisfy your ... |
265. Lied der Zigeuner (Ich kennne Europas Zonen)
| Ich | kenne Europas Zonen, Vom Ural bis westlich Paris. |
| Die | Händel der grossen Na | tionen, Der | Klassen und Konfess | ionen |
| sind für mich nur ein | fauler Be | schiss. |
| Ich | bin ein gemeiner, zer | lumpter Zi | geuner, |
| Ich hab' keine | Heimat kein | Geld - Nur mein | Pferd und die | sonnige | Welt! |
| Ich | streifte von Hollands Grachten, Bis weit in das russische Reich. |
| Ich | konnte die Menschen be | trachten Und | lernte sie gründlich ver | achten. |
| Denn im Grunde sind | alle sie | gleich. |
| Sie | schreien: "gemeiner zer | lumpter Zi | geuner", |
| Sie schätzen unser'n | Wert nur nach | Geld - Mich, mein | Pferd und die | sonnige | Welt! |
| Sie | fragten nach meinen Papieren, Ich streckte die Zunge heraus. |
| Sie | wollten mich numme | rieren, In | Büchern und Listen | führen, |
| Ich lachte sie | einfach nur | aus. |
| Ich | bin ein gemeiner, zer | lumpter Zi | geuner, |
| Doch Freiheit ist | besser als | Geld - Für | mich, für mein | Pferd und die | Welt. |
266. Light my Fire
| You | know that it would be un | true - You | know that I would be a | liar |
| If I was to say to | you - | Girl we couldn't get much | higher |
| Come on baby | light my | fire - | Come on baby | light my | fire | - | Try to set the | night on | fire! |
| The | time to hesitate is | through - no | time to wallow in the | mire |
| try now we can only | loose - and our | love become a funeral | pyre |
| Come on baby | light my | fire - | Come on baby | light my | fire | - | Try to set the | night on | fire! |
| The time to hesitate is through - no time to wallow in the mire |
| try now we can only loose - and our love become a funeral pyre |
| Come on baby light my fire - Come on baby light my fire - Try to set the night on fire! |
| You know that it would be untrue - You know that I would be a liar |
| If I was to say to you - Girl we couldn't get much higher |
| Come on baby light my fire - Come on baby light my fire! |
| try to set the | night on | fire - | try to set the | night on | fire | - | try to set the | night on | fire |
267. Like a Rolling Stone
| Once upon a time, you | dressed so fine, |
| Threw the bums a dime, | in your prime, | didn't you? |
| People call, say " | Beware, doll, you're | bound to fall." |
| You | thought they were all | kiddin' you. |
| You used to | laugh about | Everybody that was | hangin' out, |
| Now | you don't | talk so | loud, | Now you | don't | seem so | proud, |
| About havin' to be | scroungin' your next | meal. |
| How does it | feel? | How does it | feel. |
| To be without a | home. | Like a complete Un | known. |
| Like a rollin' | stone. | (harp) |
| You've gone to the finest school, alright, Miss Lonely, |
| But you know you only used to get juiced in it. |
| Nobody ever taught you how to live out on the street, |
| But you find out now you're gonna have to get used to it. |
| You said you'd never compromise - With the Mystery Tramp but now you realize: |
| He's not selling any alibis, as you stare into the vacuum of his eyes; |
| And he says, "Do you want to make a deal?" |
| How does it feel? How does it feel? |
| To be on your own, with no direction home. |
| A complete unknown, like a rolling stone. |
| You never turned around to see the frowns |
| On the jugglers and the clowns when they all did tricks for you. |
| Never understood that it ain't no good |
| You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you. |
| You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat, Who carried on his shoulders a Siamese cat. |
| Ain't it hard when you discover that - He really wasn't where it's at, |
| After he took from you everything he could steal? |
| How does it feel? How does it feel? |
| To be on your own, with no direction home. |
| A complete unknown, like a rolling stone. |
| Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people |
| They're all drinkin', thinkin' that they've got it made. |
| Exchanging all precious gifts |
| But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe! |
| You used to be so amused, |
| At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used. |
| Go to him now he calls you you can't refuse, |
| When you ain't got nothin', you got nothin' to lose; |
| You're invisible now you've got no secrets to conceal. |
| How does it feel? How does it feel? |
| To be on your own, with no direction home. |
| A complete unknown, like a rolling stone. |
268. Like The 309
| It should be a while before I see doctor death, So it would sure be nice if I could get my breath. |
| Well I'm not the crying nor the whining kind, 'Til I hear the whistle of the Three-Oh-Nine. |
| Of the Three-Oh- | Nine, of the Three-Oh- | Nine. Put me and my box on the | Three-Oh- | Nine. |
| Take me to the depot, Put me to bed, Blow an electric fan on my | knarly old | head. |
| Everybody take a look, see I'm doing fine, Then load my box on the | Three-Oh- | Nine. |
| On the Three-Oh- | Nine, on the Three-Oh- | Nine. Put me and my box on the | Three-Oh- | Nine. |
| Hey sweet baby kiss me hard, Draw my bath water, | Sweep my | yard. |
| Give a drink of my wine to my Jersey cow, I wouldn't give a hootin' hell for my | journey | now |
| On the Three-Oh- | Nine, On the Three-Oh- | Nine. |
| I hear the sound of a railroad train, The whistle blows and I'm | gone | again. |
| It will take me higher than a Georgia pine, Stand back children it's a | Three-Oh- | Nine. |
| It's a Three-Oh- | Nine, It's a Three-Oh- | Nine. Put me and my box on a | Three-Oh- | Nine. |
| A chicken in the pot, A turkey in the corn, I haven't felt this good since | jubilee | morn'. |
| Talk about luck, well I got mine, Asthma comin' down like the | Three-Oh- | Nine. |
| Write me a letter, sing me a song, Tell me all about it what | I did | wrong. |
| Meanwhile I will be doing fine, Then load my box on the | Three-Oh- | Nine. |
| On the Three-Oh- | Nine, On the Three-Oh- | Nine. Gonna get outta here on the | Three-Oh- | Nine. |
269. Lili Marleen
| Vor der Kaserne, | vor dem großen Tor |
| Stand eine Laterne und steht sie noch | davor, |
| So | woll'n wir uns da | wieder | sehn, bei | der Laterne | woll'n wir steh'n |
| Wie | einst Lili Mar | leen, wie | einst Lili Mar | leen, |
| (Wie | einst Lili Mar | leen) |
| Uns're beiden Schatten sah'n wie einer aus. |
| Daß wir so lieb uns hatten, das sah man gleich daraus. |
| Und alle Leute soll'n es sehn, wenn wir bei der Laterne steh'n, |
| Wie einst Lili Marleen, wie einst Lili Marleen. (Wie einst Lili Marleen) |
| Schon rief der Posten, sie bliesen Zapfenstreich, |
| Es kann drei Tage kosten! Kam'rad, ich komm ja gleich! |
| Da sagten wir auf Wiedersehn. Wie gerne wollt' ich mit dir gehen, |
| Mit dir, Lili Marleen, mit dir, Lili Marleen. (Mit dir Lili Marleen) |
| Deine Schritte kennt sie, deinen schönen Gang, |
| Alle Abend brennt sie, doch mich vergaß sie lang. |
| Und sollte mir ein Leid gescheh'n, wer wird bei der Laterne steh'n, |
| Mit dir, Lili Marleen, mit dir, Lili Marleen? (Mit dir, Lili Marleen) |
| Aus dem stillen. Raume, aus der Erde Grund |
| Hebt mich wie im Traume dein verliebter Mund. |
| Wenn sich die späten Nebel dreh'n werd' ich bei der Laterne steh'n, |
| wie einst Lili Marleen, wie einst Lili Marleen. (Wie einst Lili Marleen) |
270. The Little Tin Soldier
| Once in a town in the | Blackforest a | little white toy shop | stood, |
| And a | little tin soldier with | only one leg | lived in a castle of | wood. |
| And | across the room on an | other shelve stood a | tiny glass | case, |
| And a | tiny ballerina | lived in there | - | all in a dress of | lace. |
| And | from where the little tin | soldier stood they could | see each other so | clear, |
| And the | little tin soldier watched | over her | with a love so deep and | dear. |
| Then one day, | sadness came. | The tiny ballerina was | sold. |
| The little tin soldier was thrown away, and | into the gutter he | rolled. |
| The water carried him | to the sea and | many far-off | lands; |
| He made many | children happy as he | passed through their tiny | hands |
| And | then one day they | met again in a | town in the land of | Eire. |
| And as the | clocks on the wall struck the | midnight hour they | jumped in | to the | fire. |
| And | in that fire | they shall stay, Lord, for | ever and a | day. |
| 'Cause that | fire, oh Lord, is the | fire of love, just | like the | peace of | thy. |
271. Living with the Blues
| Rocks is my | pillow; cold, cold ground my bed. |
| Blue sky is my | blanket, moonlight my spread. |
| I'm not a | shamed, ain't that | news, | I've | been | living | with the | blues. |
| You ever been | down? - You know how I feel, Feel like an | engine, ain't got no driving wheel. |
| I'm not a | shamed, ain't that | news, | I've | been | living | with the | blues. |
| Rocks have been my | pillow, | cold ground has been our | bed; |
| Blue | skies have been our | blanket, we're using | moonlight for our spread! (Oh,yes) |
| You ever been | down? - You know how I feel, Feel like an | engine, ain't got no driving wheel. |
| I'm not a | shamed, ain't that | news, | I've | been | living | with the | blues. |
| Rocks have been my | pillow, | cold ground has been our | bed; |
| Blue | skies have been our | blanket, we're using | moonlight for our spread! (Oh,yes) |
| Don't believe | I'm sinking, look what a hole I'm in; Don't believe I | love you, look what a fool we've been! |
| I'm not a | shamed, ain't that | news, | I've | been | living | with the | blues. |
| I'm not a | shamed, oh no, ain't that | news, | I've | been | living | with the | blues. |
| I'm not a | shamed, oh no, ain't that | news, | I've | been | living | with the | blues. |
272. Locomotive Breath
| x x x x x x x x x | / / / / | / | / | / |
| In the shuffling madness |
| Of Locomotive Breath. |
| Runs the all-time loser |
| Headlong to his death. |
| Oh! He feels the pistons scraping, |
| Steam Breaking on his brow: |
| Old | Charlie stole the | handle - And the | train, it | won't | stop | going: |
| no way | to | slow | down. |
| He sees his children jumping off |
| At stations one by one. |
| His woman and his best friend |
| In bed and having fun. |
| Oh! He's crawling down the corridor, |
| On his hands and knees. |
| Old Charlie stole the handle - And the train, it won't stop going: |
| No way to slow down. |
| He hears the silence howling |
| Catches angels as they fall. |
| And the all-time winner |
| Has got him by the balls. |
| Oh he picks up gideon's Bible |
| Open at page one. |
| I thank God he stole the handle - And the train, it won't stop going: |
| No way to slow down! |
273. Lodi
| | | / / / / | / / / / | | / / | / / | | / / / / | |
| Just about a year ago, |
| I | set out on the | road. |
| Seekin' my | fame and | fortune |
| And | lookin' for a pot of | gold. |
| Things got bad, and | things got worse, |
| I | guess you know the | tune. |
| Oh, Lord, | stuck in Lodi a | gain. |
| I rode in on a Greyhound, |
| I'll be walkin' out if I go. |
| I was just passin' through, |
| Must be seven months or more. |
| Ran out of time and money, |
| Looks like they took my friends. |
| Oh, Lord, stuck in Lodi again. |
| The man from the magazine |
| Said I was on my way. |
| Somewhere I lost connection, |
| Ran out of songs to play. |
| I came into town on a one-night stand, |
| Looks like my plans fell through. |
| Oh, Lord, stuck in Lodi again. |
| If I only had a dollar |
| For | every song I've | sung, |
| And | every | time I | had to play |
| While | people sat there | drunk. |
| You | know I'd | catch the | next train |
| Back to where I | live |
| Oh, Lord, | stuck in Lodi a | gain |
| Oh, Lord, | stuck in Lodi a | gain |
274. Lola
| I | met her in a club down in old Soho where you |
| drink champagne and it | tastes just like cherry | cola C-O-L-A | co | la |
| She | walked up to me and she asked me to dance |
| I | asked her her name and in a | dark brown voice she said |
| Lola L-O-L-A | Lola | Lo lo lo lo | Lo - la |
| Well I'm not the world's most physical guy, but when she squeezed me tight she nearly broke my spine |
| You know my Lola; Lo Lo Lo Lo Lola! |
| Well I'm not dumb but I can't understand - Why she walked like a woman but talked like a man: |
| Oh, my Lola, Lo Lo Lo Lo Lola, Lo Lo Lo Lo Lola |
| Well we | drank champagne and danced all night | under electric candle light |
| She | picked me up and sat me on her knee and | said " | Dear boy won't you come home with me?" |
| Well, I'm not the world's most passionate guy, but when I looked in her eyes, well I almost fell for my |
| Lola Lo lo lo lo Lo - la Lo lo lo lo Lo - la -- Lola Lo lo lo lo Lo - la Lo lo lo lo Lo - la |
| I | pushed | her a | way I | walked | to the | door I | fell | to the | floor |
| I got | down | on my | knees Then | I looked at her and she at | me |
| Well, that's the way that I want it to stay, And I always want it to be that way for |
| my Lola - Lo Lo Lo Lo Lola |
| Girls will be boys and boys will be girls, It's a mixed up muddled up shook up world, |
| Except for Lola - Lo Lo Lo Lo Lola |
| Well I left home just a week before, And I've never ever kissed a woman before |
| But Lola smiled and took me by the hand, Said: Dear boy, I'm gonna make you a man. |
| Well I'm not the world's most passionate man, |
| But I know what I am and I'm glad I'm a man and so is Lola. |
| Lola Lo lo lo lo Lo - la Lo lo lo lo Lo - la |
| Lola Lo lo lo lo Lo - la Lo lo lo lo Lo - la |
275. Long as I can See the Light
| intro: | |: | / / / / | | / / | / / :| | / / / / | | / | / | / / | |
| Put a | candle in the | window |
| Cause I | feel I've got to | move |
| Though I'm | goin', | goin' I'll be comin' home soon |
| Long as | I can see the | light |
| Pack my | bag and let's get | moving |
| Cause I'm | bound to drift a | while |
| When I'm | gone, | gone you don't have to worry |
| Long as | I can see the | light |
| Guess I've | got that old travelin' | bone |
| Cause this | feeling won't leave me a | lone |
| But I | won't, | won't be losing my way |
| Long as | I can see the | light |
| - Yeah | - Yeah | -Yeah | - Oh Yeah |
| Put a | candle in the | window | - | Cause I | feel I've got to | move |
| Though I'm | goin', | goin' I'll be comin' home soon |
| Long as | I can see the | light |
276. Looking Out my Backdoor
| Just got home from Illinois - | Lock the front door, oh boy, |
| Got to set | down take a | rest on the porch. |
| Imagination sets in - | Pretty soon I'm singing: |
| Doo doo | doo looking | out my back | door. |
| There's a | giant doing cartwheels, a | statue wearing high heels. |
| Look at all the | happy creatures | dancing on the lawn. |
| Dinosaur victrola list' | ning to Buck Owens; |
| Doo doo | doo looking | out my back | door. |
| Tambourines and elephants are | playing in the | band. |
| Won't you take a ride | on the flying | spoon - doo doo doo doo. |
| Wondrous apparitions pro | vided by a magician: |
| Doo doo | doo looking | out my back | door. |
| Tambourines and elephants are | playing in the | band. |
| Won't you take a ride | on the flying | spoon - doo doo doo doo. |
| Wait until tomorrow to | day I'll buy no sorrow: |
| Doo doo | doo looking | out my back | door. |
| Just got home from Illinois - | lock the front door, oh boy. |
| Look at all the | happy creatures | dancing on the lawn. |
| Wait until tomorrow to | day I'll buy no sorrow: |
| Doo doo | doo looking | out my back | door. |
277. Love in Vain
| / / / / | / / / / | / / / / | / / / / | / / / / | / / / / | / / / / | / / / / | / / | / / | / / | / / | / / | / / | / / | / / |
| Well, I | followed her to the | station with a | suitcase in my | hand. |
| Yeah, I | followed her up to the | station | with a suitcase in my | hand, |
| Well, it's | hard to tell, it's | hard to tell |
| all your | love's in | vain. |
| When the train came into the station - I looked her in the eye, |
| Well, the train came into the station - I looked her in the eye, |
| Well, I felt so sad and lonesome - I could not help but cry. |
| When the train left the station, it had two lights on behind |
| Yeah, the train left the station, it had two lights on behind |
| Yeah, the train left the station, it had two lights on behind |
| Well, the blue light was my baby and the red light was my mind. |
| All my love's in vain. |
| All my love's in vain. |
278. Love is All Around
| I | feel it in my | fingers, | I feel it | in my | toes |
| Well, | love is all a | round me, and | so the | feeling | grows |
| It's | written on the | wind, | it's every | where I | go |
| So | if you really | love me, | come on and | let it | show |
| You | know I love you, I | always will |
| My | mind's made up by | the way that I feel |
| There's | no beginning, there'll | be no end |
| 'Cause | on my love you | can depend |
| I see your face before me as I lay on my bed |
| I kinda get to thinking of all the things you said |
| You gave your promise to me and I gave mine to you |
| I need someone beside me in everything I do |
| You know I love you, I always will |
| My mind's made up by the way that I feel |
| There's no beginning, there'll be no end |
| Cos on my love you can depend |
| It's written on the wind, it's everywhere I go |
| So if you really love me, come on and let it show |
| Come on let it show |
| Come on let it show |
| Come on let it show... |
279. Love the One You're With
| When you're down | and confused |
| And you don't remember | who you're talking to |
| Concentration, | slips away |
| Because your baby | is so far away |
| Well there's a | rose | in the fisted | glove, |
| And the | eagle flies | with the | dove, |
| And if you | can't be | with the one you | love, honey |
| Love the one you're with; | love the one you're with! |
| Love the one you're with; | love the one you're with! |
| Don't be angry, don't be sad, |
| And don't sit crying over good times you've had. |
| There's a girl right next to you, |
| And she's just waiting for something to do |
| Well there's a rose in the fisted glove, |
| And the eagle flies with the dove, |
| And if you can't be with the one you love, honey |
| Love the one you're with; love the one you're with! |
| Love the one you're with; love the one you're with! |
| Doo d | oot | doot | doot | doot | doot | do doot |
| Doo d | oot | doot | doot | doot | doot | do doot |
| Do | do doot, | do do doot. |
| Well there's a rose in the fisted glove, |
| And the eagle flies with the dove, |
| And if you can't be with the one you love, honey |
| Love the one you're with; love the one you're with! |
| Love the one you're with; love the one you're with! |
| Turn your heartache right into joy. |
| She's a girl, and you're a boy. |
| Get it together, make it nice. |
| You ain't gonna need any more advice |
| Well there's a rose in the fisted glove, |
| And the eagle flies with the dove, |
| And if you can't be with the one you love, honey |
| Love the one you're with; love the one you're with! |
| Love the one you're with; love the one you're with! |
| Doo doot doot doot doot doot do doot. |
| Doo doot doot doot doot doot do doot. |
| Do do doot, do do doot. |
280. Lucky Man
| He had white | horses, |
| and | ladies by the | score, |
| All dressed in | satin |
| And | wating by the | door... |
| Oooh, what a | lucky man he | was! |
| Oooh, what a | lucky man he | was! |
| White lace and feathers |
| They made up his bed |
| A gold covered mattress |
| On which he was laid |
| Oooh, what a lucky man he was! |
| Oooh, what a lucky man he was! |
| He went to fight wars |
| For his country and his king |
| Of his honor and his glory |
| The people would sing |
| Oooh, what a lucky man he was! |
| Oooh, what a lucky man he was! |
| A bullet had found him |
| His blood ran as he cried |
| No money could save him |
| So he laid down and he died |
| Oooh, what a lucky man he was! |
| Oooh, what a lucky man he was! |
281. 99 Luftballons
| Hast du etwas | Zeit für mich, dann | singe ich ein | Lied für dich, |
| von | neunundneunzig | Luftballons auf | ihrem weg zum | Horizont. |
| Denkst | du vielleicht | grad an mich, dann | singe ich ein | Lied für dich, |
| von | neunundneunzig | Luftballons und | dass so was von | so was kommt. |
| Neunundneunzig Luftballons auf ihrem weg zum Horizont. |
| Hielt man für UFOs aus dem All, darum schickte ein General |
| 'ne Fliegerstaffel hinterher, Alarm zu geben wenn's so wär. |
| Dabei war'n dort am Horizont nur neunundneunzig Luftballons. |
| Neunundneunzig Düsenflieger, Jeder war ein großer Krieger, |
| hielten sich für Capain Kirk, das gab ein großes Feuerwerk. |
| Die Nachbarn haben nichts gerafft und fühlten sich gleich angemacht, |
| Dabei schoß man am Horizont auf neunundneunzig Luftballons. |
| Neunundneunzig Kriegsminister Streichholz und Benzinkanister, |
| hielten sich für schlaue Leute, witterten schon fette Beute, |
| riefen Krieg und wollten Macht, man wer hätte das gedacht, |
| dass es einmal so weit kommt, wegen neunundneunzig Luftballons. |
| Neunundneunzig Jahre Krieg, ließen keinen Platz für Sieger. |
| Kriegsminister gibt‘s nicht mehr und auch keine Düsenflieger. |
| Heute zieh ich meine Runde, seh die Welt in Trümmern liegen, |
| hab 'nen Luftballon gefunden; denk an dich und lass ihn fliegen. |
282. Lumberjack song
| oh, | I'm a lumberjack and | I'm okay |
| I | sleep all night and I | work all day |
| he's a lumberjack and | he's okay |
| he | sleeps all night and he | works all day |
| I cut down trees I eat my lunch I go to the lavatory |
| On wednesday I go shopping And have buttered scones for tea |
| I | cut down trees, I | skip and jump |
| I | like to press wild | flowers |
| I | put on women's | clothing |
| And | hang around in | bars |
| I cut down trees I wear high heels Suspendies and a bra |
| I wish I'd been a girlie just like my dear papa |
283. Lummerlandlied (eine Insel mit zwei Bergen)
| Eine Insel mit zwei Bergen und dem | tiefen, weiten Meer, |
| Mit viel | Tunnels und Geleisen und dem | Eisenbahnver | kehr! |
| Nun, wie | mag die Insel heißen, rings | herum ist schöner Strand, |
| Jeder | sollte einmal reisen |
| in das | schöne | Lummer | land. |
| Eine Insel mit zwei Bergen und dem Fotoatelier, |
| In dem letzten macht man Bilder auf den ersten Dullijöh! |
| Diese Breiten, diese Tiefen, diese Höhen sind bekannt, |
| Und man spricht von den Motiven auf dem schönen Lummerland. |
| Eine Insel mit zwei Bergen und dem Fernsprechtelefon, |
| Wählt man nur die richtige Nummer klappt auch die Verbindung schon! |
| "`Hallo, hier ist Falsch Verbunden!"' Wollen Sie sich jetzt beschwer'n? |
| "`Nein, warum? Das kann passieren!"' Also dann: Auf Wiederhör'n! |
| Eine Insel mit zwei Bergen und dem Laden von Frau Waas, |
| Hustenbonbons, Alleskleber, Regenschirme, Leberkaas. |
| Körbe, Hüte, Lampen, Würste, Blumenkohl und Fensterglas |
| Lederhosen, Kuckucksuhren und noch dies und dann noch das! |
284. Die Moritat von Mackie Messer
| Und der | Haifisch der hat | Zähne, und die | trägt er im Ge | sicht, |
| Und Ma | cheath der hat ein | Messer, doch das | Messer sieht man | nicht. |
| Ach, es sind des Haifischs Flossen Rot, wenn dieser Blut vergießt! |
| Mackie Messer trägt 'nen Handschuh D'rauf man keine Untat liest. |
| An 'nem schönen blauen Sontag Liegt ein toter Mann am Strand. |
| Und ein Mensch geht um die Ecke Den man Mackie Messer nennt. |
| Und schmul Meier bleibt verschwunden Und so mancher reiche Mann. |
| Und sein Geld hat Mackie Messer Dem man nichts beweisen kann. |
| Jenny Towler ward gefunden mit 'nem Messer in der Brust. |
| Und am Kai geht Mackie Messer Der von allem nichts gewußt! |
| Und das große Feuer in Soho Sieben Kinder und ein Greis; |
| In der Menge Mackie Messer, den Man nichts fragt und der nichts weiß. |
| Und die minderjährige Witwe Deren Namen jeder weiß. |
| Wachte auf und war geschändet Mackie, welches war dein Preis? |
| Und die Fische, sie verschwinden Doch zum Kummer des Gerichts. |
| Man zitiert am End den Haifisch Doch der Haifisch weiß von nichts. |
| Und er kann sich nicht erinnern Und man kann nicht an ihn ran. |
| Denn ein Haifisch ist kein Haifisch Wenn man's nicht beweisen kann. |
285. Mad World
| All around me are fa | miliar faces, | worn out places, | worn out faces. |
| Bright and early for their | daily races, | going nowhere, | going nowhere. |
| And their tears are filling | up their glasses, | no expression, | no expression. |
| Hide my head, I want to | drown my sorrow, | no tomorrow, | no tomorrow. |
| And I find it kind of | funny, I find it kind of | sad. |
| The dreams in which I'm | dying are the best I've every | had. |
| I find it hard to | tell you, cause I find it hard to | take. |
| When people run in | circles, it's a very, very |
| Mad | World; | mad | world; | mad | world; | mad | world! |
| Children waiting for the day they feel good, Happy birthday, happy birthday. |
| Made to feel the way that every child should, sit and listen, sit and listen. |
| Went to school and I was very nervous, no one knew me, no one knew me. |
| Hello teacher, tell me what's my lesson; look right through me, look right through me. |
| And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad. |
| The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've every had. |
| I find it hard to tell you, cause I find it hard to take. |
| When people run in circles, it's a very, very |
| Mad World; mad world; mad world; mad world! |
286. Magic Bus
| Every day I | get in the | queue ( | Too much, the | Magic | Bus) |
| To | get on the bus that | takes me to | you ( | Too much, the | Magic | Bus) |
| I'm so nervous, I just | sit and | smile ( | Too much, the | Magic | Bus) |
| Your | house is only an | other | mile ( | Too much, the | Magic | Bus) |
| I thank you, driver, for getting me here (Too much, the Magic Bus) |
| You'll be an inspector, have no fear (Too much, the Magic Bus) |
| I don't want to cause no fuss (Too much, the Magic Bus) |
| But can I buy your Magic Bus? (Too much, the Magic Bus) |
| No! |
| I don't care how much I pay (Too much, the Magic Bus) |
| I wanna drive my bus to my baby each day (Too much, the Magic Bus) |
| (Magic Bus, Magic Bus...) |
| Give me a hundred. I won't take under. It goes like thunder. It's a bus-age wonder. |
| (You can't have it.) Think how much you'll save. (You can't have it.) |
| I want it, I want it, I want it, I want it (Now, you can't have it!) |
| Thruppence and sixpence every day (Too much, the Magic Bus) |
| Just to drive to my baby (Too much, the Magic Bus) |
| Thruppence and sixpence each day (Too much, the Magic Bus) |
| 'Cause I drive my baby every way (Too much the Magic Bus) |
| Now I've got my Magic Bus (Too much, the Magic Bus) |
| I said, now I've got my Magic Bus (Too much, the Magic Bus) |
| I drive my baby every way (Too much, the Magic Bus) |
| Each time I go a different way (Too much, the Magic Bus) |
| (Magic Bus) (Magic Bus) |
| (Magic Bus) (Magic Bus) (Hey...) |
| Every day you'll see the dust (Too much, the Magic Bus) |
| As I drive my baby in my Magic Bus (Too much, the Magic Bus) |
| (Magic Bus) |
287. Man in Black
| Well, you | wonder why I always dress in black, Why you never see bright colors on my | back, |
| And | why does my ap | pearance seem to | have a sombre | tone,Well, there's a | reason for the things that I have | on. |
| I | wear the black for the poor and the beaten down, Livin' in the hopeless, hungry side of | town. |
| I | wear it for the | prisoner, who has | long paid for his | crime, But is | there because he's a victim of the | times. |
| I | wear the black for those who've never read, Or listened to the words that Jesus | said, |
| A | bout the road to | happiness, through | love and chari | ty, Why you'd | think he's talking straight to you and | me. |
| Well, we're | doin' mighty fine, I do suppose, In our streak-of-lightnin' cars and fancy | clothes, |
| But | just so we're re | minded, of the | ones who are held | back, Up | front there ought'a be a man in | black. |
| I | wear it for the sick and lonely old, For the reckless ones, whose bad trip left them | cold, |
| I | wear the black in | mournin' for the | lives that could have | been, Each | week we lose a hundred fine young | men. |
| I | wear it for the thousands who have died, Believin' that the Lord was on their | side! |
| I | wear it for an | other hundred | thousand who have | died, Be | lievin' that we all were on their | side. |
| Well, there's | things that never will be right, I know, and Things need changin' ev'rywhere you | go, |
| But ' | til we start to | make a move, to | make a few things | right, You'll | never see me wear a suit of | white. |
| Oh, I'd | love to wear a rainbow every day, and Tell the world that ev'rything's | OK! |
| But I'll | try to carry | off a little | darkness on my | back, 'Til things are | brighter, | I'm the man in | black. |
288. Marmor, Stein und Eisen bricht
| / / / / | / | / / / |
| Weine nicht, wenn der Regen fällt. Dam, | dam, dam, | dam. |
| Es gibt einen, der zu dir hält! Dam, | dam, dam, | dam. |
| Marmor, Stein und | Eisen bricht, |
| aber unsere | Liebe nicht! |
| Alles, alles | geht vorbei, |
| doch wir sind uns | treu. |
| Kann ich einmal nicht bei dir sein: Dam, | dam, dam, | dam. |
| Denk' daran du bist nicht allein! Dam, | dam, dam, | dam. |
| Marmor, Stein und Eisen bricht, aber unsere Liebe nicht! |
| Alles, alles geht vorbei, doch wir sind uns treu. |
| Marmor, Stein und Eisen bricht, aber unsere Liebe nicht! |
| Alles, alles geht vorbei, doch wir sind uns treu. |
| Nimm den goldenen Ring von mir. | Dam, dam, dam, | dam. |
| Bist du traurig dann sagt er dir: | Dam, dam, dam, | dam. |
| Marmor, Stein und | Eisen bricht, |
| aber unsere | Liebe nicht! |
| Alles, alles | geht vorbei, |
| doch wir sind uns | treu. |
| Marmor, Stein und Eisen bricht, aber unsere Liebe nicht! |
| Alles, alles geht vorbei, doch wir sind uns treu. |
| Everybody now! |
| Marmor, Stein und Eisen bricht, aber unsere Liebe nicht! |
| Alles, alles geht vorbei, doch wir sind uns treu. |
289. Masters of War
| Come you masters of war - You that build the big guns; |
| You that build the death planes - You that | build all the | bombs; |
| You that hide behind walls - You that hide behind desks. |
| I just want you to | know - I can see through your | masks! |
| You that never done nothin' - But build to destroy. |
| You play with my world - Like it's your little toy. |
| You put a gun in my hand - And you hide from my eyes. |
| And you turn and run farther - When the fast bullets fly. |
| Like Judas of old - You lie and deceive. |
| A world war can be won - You want me to believe. |
| But I see through your eyes - And I see through your brain. |
| Like I see through the water - That runs down my drain. |
| You fasten the triggers - For the others to fire. |
| Then you set back and watch - When the death count gets higher. |
| You hide in your mansion - As young people's blood |
| Flows out of their bodies - And is buried in the mud. |
| You've thrown the worst fear - That can ever be hurled: |
| Fear to bring children - Into the world; |
| For threatening my baby - Unborn and unnamed! |
| You ain't worth the | blood - That | runs in your | veins! |
| How much do I know - To talk out of turn. |
| You might say that I'm young - You might say I'm unlearned. |
| But there's one thing I know - Though I'm younger than you: |
| Even Jesus would | never - For | give what you | do! |
| Let me ask you one question - Is your money that good? |
| Will it buy you forgiveness - Do you think that it could? |
| I think you will find - When your death takes its toll: |
| All the money you made - Will never buy back your soul! |
| And I hope that you die - And your death'll come soon; |
| I will follow your casket - In the pale afternoon. |
| And I'll watch while you're lowered - Down to your deathbed; |
| And I'll stand o'er your | grave - 'Til I'm | sure that you're | dead |
290. Maxwell's Silver Hammer
| Joan was quizzical, | studied pataphysical | science in the home, |
| late night all alone with a test tube, | oh, oh, oh, | oh. |
| Maxwell Edison, | majoring in medicine, | calls her on the phone. |
| Can I take you out to the pictures, | Jo-o-o-o | an? |
| But, | as she's getting ready to go, a | knock comes from the door: |
| Bang! Bang! Maxwell's silver hammer came | down upon her head. |
| Clang! Clang! Maxwell's silver hammer made | sure that | she was | dead. |
| Back in school again, | Maxwell plays the fool again, | teacher gets annoyed. |
| Wishing to avoid an unpleasant | sce-e-e- | ene. |
| She tells Max to stay | when the class has gone away, | so he waits behind. |
| Writing fifty times "I must not be | so-o-o- | o. |
| But, | when she turns her back on the boy, he | creeps up from behind: |
| Bang! Bang! Maxwell's silver hammer came | down upon her head. |
| Clang! Clang! Maxwell's silver hammer made | sure that | she was | dead. |
| P.C. thirtyone | said "We've caught a dirty one.", | Maxwell stands alone. |
| Painting testimonial pictures, | oh - oh, oh - | oh. |
| Rose and Valerie, | screaming from the gallery, | say he must go free. |
| The | judge does not agree And he tells them | so-o-o- | o. |
| But, | as the words are leaving his lips, a | noise came from behind: |
| Bang! Bang! Maxwell's silver hammer came | down upon his head. |
| Clang! Clang! Maxwell's silver hammer made | sure that | he was | dead. |
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291. Mein kleiner grüner Kaktus
| Blumen im | Garten, | so zwanzig | Arten, | Von Rosen, Tulpen und Nar | zissen; |
| Leisten sich | heute | die feinen | Leute, | Das will ich alles gar nicht | wissen! |
| Mein | kleiner grüner Kaktus steht draußen am Bal | kon - Hollari, Hollari, Holla | ro! |
| Was brauch' ich rote Rosen, was brauch' ich roten | Mohn - Hollari, Hollari, Holla | ro! |
| Und | wenn ein Bösewicht was | Ungezog'nes spricht, |
| Dann | hol' ich meinen Kaktus und der sticht, sticht, | sticht! |
| Mein | kleiner grüner Kaktus steht draußen am Bal | kon - Hollari, Hollari, Holla | ro! |
| Man find't gewöhnlich die Frauen ähnlich, Den Blumen, die sie gerne tragen. |
| Doch ich sag täglich: Das ist nicht möglich, Was soll'n die Leut' sonst von mir sagen. |
| Mein kleiner grüner Kaktus steht draußen am Balkon - Hollari, Hollari, Hollaro! |
| Was brauch' ich rote Rosen, was brauch' ich roten Mohn - Hollari, Hollari, Hollaro! |
| Und wenn ein Bösewicht was Ungezog'nes spricht, |
| Dann hol' ich meinen Kaktus und der sticht, sticht, sticht! |
| Mein kleiner grüner Kaktus steht draußen am Balkon - Hollari, Hollari, Hollaro! |
| Heute um viere klopft's an die Türe, Nanu, Besuch so früh am Tage? |
| Es war Herr Krause vom Nachbarhause, Er sagt: "Verzeih'n Sie wenn ich frage:" |
| "Sie hab'n doch einen Kaktus auf Ihrem klein' Balkon?" - Hollari, Hollari, Hollaro! |
| "Der fiel soeben runter, was halten Sie davon?" - Hollari, Hollari, Hollaro! |
| "Er fiel mir auf's Gesicht, ob's glauben oder nicht, |
| Jetzt weiß ich, daß ihr kleiner grüner Kaktus sticht!" |
| "Bewahr'n Sie ihren Kaktus gefälligst anderswo!" - Hollari, Hollari, Hollaro! |
292. Memphis Tennessee
| Long- | distance information, get me Memphis, Tennessee. |
| Help me find the party who tried to get in touch with me. |
| She | could not leave her number, but I know who placed the call. |
| 'Cause my uncle took a | message and he | wrote it on the | wall. |
| Help me, information, get in touch with my Marie. |
| She's the only one who called me here from Memphis, Tennessee. |
| Her home is on the south side, high upon the ridge; |
| Just a half a mile from the Mississippi bridge. |
| Help me, information, more than that I cannot add, |
| Only that I miss her and all the fun we had. |
| But we were pulled apart because her mom would not agree, |
| Tore apart our happy home in Memphis, Tennessee. |
| Last time I saw Marie she was wavin' me goodbye; |
| With hurry-home drops on her cheeks that trickled from her eyes. |
| Marie is only six years old; information please: |
| Try to put me through to her in Memphis, Tennessee! |
293. Mercedes Benz
| Oh | Lord, won't you buy me a | Mercedes | Benz. |
| My friends all drive Porsche, | I must | make amends. |
| Worked on my left Hand, no | help from my | friends. |
| Oh Lord, won't you buy me a | Mercedes | Benz. |
| Oh Lord, won't you buy me a color TV. |
| Cause "Dialing for Dollars" is trying to find me. |
| I wait for delivery each day until three. |
| Oh Lord, won't you buy me a color TV. |
| Oh Lord, won't you buy me a night on the town. |
| I'm counting on you Lord, please don't let me down. |
| Prove that you love me, and buy me next rent. |
| Oh Lord, won't you buy me a night on the town. |
| Oh Lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz. |
| My friends all drive Porsche, I must make amends. |
| Worked hard on my left hand, no help from my friends |
| Oh | Lord won't you buy me a | Mercedes | Benz. |
294. Michelle
| Michelle, | ma belle, | these are words that | go together | well, | my Mi | chelle! |
| Michelle, | ma belle, | sont les mots qui ' | vont tres bien en | semble, | tres bien en | semble! |
| I | love you, I love you, I love you, | that's all I want to | say, |
| until I | find | a | way - | I will | say the | only | words I | know that | you'll under | stand: |
| Michelle, | ma belle, | these are words that | go together | well, | my Mi | chelle! |
| Michelle, | ma belle, | sont les mots qui ' | vont tres bien en | semble, | tres bien en | semble! |
| I | need to, I need to, I need to, | I need to make you | see, |
| oh, what you | mean | to | me - | un- - | til I | do I'm | hoping | you will | know what I | mean: |
| I love you... |
| I | want you, I want you, I want you, | I think you know by | now, |
| I'll get to | you | some-- | how - | un- - | til I | do I'm | telling | you so | you'll under | stand: |
| Michelle, | ma belle, | sont les mots qui ' | vont tres bien en | semble, | tres bien en | semble! |
| And I will | say the | only | words I | know that | you'll under | stand, my Miche | lle... |
295. Midnight Special
| Well, you wake up in the | morning Hear the ding-dong | ring |
| Go marching to the | table, See the same old | thing! |
| Well, it's on the | table, Knife and fork and a | pan! |
| If you say anything a- | bout it You're in trouble with the | man |
| |: Let the minight | special Shine it's light on | me; |
| Let the midnight | special Shine it's everloving light on | me! | :| |
| If you ever go to | Houston, Boy you'd better walk | right. |
| You better not | stagger And you better not | fight. |
| 'Cause the Sheriff will ar | rest you And he'll carry you | down; |
| You can bet your bottom | dollar: You're Sugarland | bound! |
| Let the minight special ... |
| Yonder came Doc' | Melton, Just the day | before, |
| And he gave me a | tablet, when he opend the | door. |
| But there never was a | doctor Trav'llin' over the | land, |
| that could cure the | fever of a convict | man. |
| Let the minight special ... |
| Yonder comes Miss | Rosie, Tell me, how do you | know? |
| I can tell it by her | apron And the dress she | wore. |
| Umbrella on her | shoulder, Piece of paper in her | hand. |
| She's a-sayin' to the | captain: "I want my lifetime | man!" |
| Let the minight special ... |
296. Dat du min Leevsten büst
| Dat du mien | leevsten bist, | dat du woll | weeßt. |
| Kümm bi de nacht, | kümm bi de nacht. | Segg, wo du | heeßt |
| Kumm bi de nacht, | kümm bi de nacht. | Segg, wo du | heeßt. |
| Kümm du um Middernacht, kümm du Klock een. |
| Vader slöpt, Moder slöpt, ick slap alleen. |
| Vader slöpt, Moder slöpt, ick slap alleen. |
| Klopp an de Kammerdör,fat an de Klink. |
| Vader meent, Moder meent,dat deit de Wind. |
| Vader meent, Moder meent,dat deit de Wind. |
| Kümmt denn de Morgenstund, kreit de oll Hahn. |
| Leevster mien, leevste mien, denn mutt du gahn. |
| Leevster mien, leevste mien, denn mutt du gahn. |
| Sachte den Gang enlank, lies mit de Klink. |
| Vader meent, Moder meent, dat deit de Wind. |
| Vader meent, Moder meent, dat deit de Wind. |
297. The Mighty Quinn
| Come all without, come all within - You'll not see nothing like the Mighty Quinn |
| Come all without, | come all with | in - You'll not see n | othing like the | Mighty | Quinn |
| Ev'rybody's | building | ships and | boats |
| Some are building | monuments, | others jotting down | notes. |
| Ev'rybody's | in despair, | ev'ry girl and | boy |
| But when | Quinn the Eskimo | gets here, Ev'ry | body's gonna jump for | joy. |
| Come all without, come all within - You'll not see nothing like the Mighty Quinn |
| I | like to do just | like the rest, I | like my sugar | sweet |
| But | jumping queues and | making haste, just | ain't my cup of | meat. |
| Ev'ryone's | beneath the trees, feeding | pigeons on a | limb |
| But when | Quinn the Eskimo | gets here, All the | pigeons gonna rum to | him. |
| Come all without, come all within - You'll not see nothing like the Mighty Quinn |
| Oh, |
| Come all without, come all within - You'll not see nothing like the Mighty Quinn |
| Let me do what I | wanna do, I | can recite 'em | all |
| Just | tell me where it | hurts and I'll | tell you who to | call. |
| Nobody can | get no sleep, there's | someone on ev'ryones | toes. |
| But when | Quinn the Eskimo | gets here, Ev'ry | body's gonna wanna | doze. |
| Come all without, come all within - You'll not see nothing like the Mighty Quinn |
| Come all without, come all within - You'll not see nothing like the Mighty | Quinn |
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298. Moon Shadow
| Oh, I'm bein' followed by a moon shadow, | moon shadow, moon | shadow. |
| Leapin' and hoppin' on a moon shadow, | moon shadow, moon | shadow. |
| And | if I | ever | lose my | hands, | lose my | plaugh, | lose my | land. |
| Oh, | if I | ever | lose my | hand, oh | I - - | I - - | i - - | i - - | won't have | to work no | more. |
| And if I ever lose my eyes, if my colours all run dry. |
| Yes if I ever lose my eyes, oh I - - i - - i - - i - - won’t have to cry no more. |
| Oh, I'm bein' followed by a moon shadow, moon shadow, moon shadow. |
| Leapin' and hoppin' on a moon shadow, moon shadow, moon shadow. |
| And if I ever lose my legs, I won’t moan and I won’t beg. |
| yes, if I ever lose my legs, oh I - - i - - i - - i - - won’t have to walk no more. |
| And if I ever lose my mouth, all my teeth north and south, |
| Yes if I ever lose my mouth, oh I - - i - - i - - i - - won’t to have to talk no more |
| Did it take long to | find me? I | ask the faithful | light. |
| Did it take long to | find me and | are you gonna stay the | - | night? |
| Oh, I'm bein' followed by a moon shadow, moon shadow, moon shadow. |
| Leapin' and hoppin' on a moon shadow, moon shadow, moon shadow. |
299. Morning Has Broken
| Morning has bro | ken, | Like the first | mor | ning, |
| Blackbird has | spo-- | ken, | Like the first | bird. |
| Praise for the | singing, | Praise for the | mor-- | ning, |
| Praise for them | spring | ing, | Fresh from the | world. |
| Sweet the rain's new fall, Sunlight from heaven, |
| Like the first dewfall, On the first grass. |
| Praise for the sweetness, Of the wet garden, |
| Sprung in completeness, Where his feet pass. |
| Mine is the sun | light, | Mine is the | mor | ning, |
| Born of the | one | light, | Eden saw | play. |
| Praise with e | lation, | Praise every | mon | ning, |
| God's recre | a-- | tion, | Of the new | day. |
| Morning has broken, Like the first morning, |
| Blackbird has spoken, Like the first bird. |
| Praise for the singing, Praise for the morning, |
| Praise for them springing Fresh from the world. |
300. Morning of my Life
| In the | morning when the | moon is at it's | rest, |
| you will | see me at the | time I love the | best, |
| watching | rainbows, play on | sunlight, |
| pools of | water iced from | cold night, in the | morning. |
| 'Tis the morning of my | life. 'tis the | morning of my | life. |
| In the daytime I will meet you as before. |
| You will find me waiting by the ocean floor, |
| building castles in the shifting sands |
| in a world that no one understands, in the morning. |
| 'Tis the morning of my | life. 'tis the | morning of my | life. |
| In the | morning of my | life |
| the | minutes take so | long to drift a | way. |
| Please be | patient with your | life, |
| it's only | morning and you're | still to live your | day. |
| In the evening I will fly you to the moon, |
| to the top right hand corner of the ceiling in my room, |
| where we'll stay until the sun shines, |
| another day to swing on clothes lines, I'll be yawning. |
| It is the | morning of my | life. It is the | morning of my | life. |
| In the | morning, In the morning. |
301. Mother's Little Helper
| What a | drag it | is getting | old |
| " | Kids are different today," - I hear every mother say |
| Mother needs something today to calm her | down. |
| And though | she's not really ill - There's a | little yellow pill |
| She goes | running for the | shelter - Of a | mother's little | helper |
| And it | helps her on her way - Gets her through her busy day |
| "Things are different today," - I hear every mother say |
| Cooking fresh food for a husband's just a drag! |
| So she buys an instant cake - And she burns her frozen steak |
| And goes running for the shelter - Of a mother's little helper |
| And two help her on her way - Get her through her busy day. |
| Doctor | please - Some more of | these - Outside the | door - She took four | more |
| What a | drag it | is getting | old |
| "Men just aren't the same today - I hear every mother say |
| They just don't appreciate that you get tired! |
| They're so hard to satisfy - You can tranquilise your mind |
| So go running for the shelter - Of a mother's little helper |
| And four help you through the night - Help to minimise your plight. |
| Doctor please - Some more of these - Outside the door - She took four more |
| What a drag it is getting old |
| "Life's just much too hard today," - I hear every mother say |
| The pursuit of happiness just seems a bore! |
| And if you take more of those - You will get an overdose |
| No more running to the shelter - Of a mother's little helper |
| They just helped you on your way - Through your busy dying day | Hey! |
302. Mr. Bojangles
| I | knew a man Bo | jangles and he | danced for you | - | In worn out | shoes. |
| With | silver hair a | ragged shirt and | baggy pants | - | He did the old soft | shoe. |
| He jumped so | high, | jumped so | high, | - | Then he lightly touched | down. |
| Mister Bo | jangles | , Mister Bo | jangles | , Mister Bo | jangles, | Dance. |
| I met him in a cell in New Orleans - I was down and out. |
| He looked at me to be the eyes of age - As he spoke right out. |
| He talked of life, talked of life - He laughed slapped his leg a step. |
| Mister Bojangles, Mister Bojangles, Mister Bojangles, Dance. |
| He said his name, Bojangles, then he danced a lick - Across the cell. |
| He grabbed his pants a better stance - Oh he jumped up high, |
| He clicked his heels, he let go a laugh, let go a laugh - Shook back his clothes all around. |
| Mister Bojangles, Mister Bojangles, Mister Bojangles, Dance. |
| He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs - Throughout the south. |
| He spoke with tears of fifteen years how his dog and he - Traveled about. |
| His dog up and died, up and died - After twenty years he still grieved, |
| Mister Bojangles, Mister Bojangles, Mister Bojangles, Dance. |
| He said, "I dance now at every chance in honky tonks - For drinks and tips. |
| But most the time I spend behind these county bars," He said, - "I drinks a bit." |
| He shook his head and he shook his head - I heard someone ask him "Please, |
| Mister Bojangles, Mister Bojangles, Mister Bojangles, Dance, |
| Dance!" |
303. Mrs. Robinson
| De de | de de | de de | de de | de de | de de | de-eh |
| And here's to | you, Mrs. | Robinson, |
| Jesus loves you | more than you will | know, | wo wo | wo. |
| God bless you | please Mrs. | Robinson, |
| Heaven holds a | place for those who | pray, | hey hey hey. |
| We'd like to know a little bit about you for our files. |
| We'd like to help you learn to help yourself. |
| Look around you, | all you see are | sympathetic | eyes. |
| Stroll around the grounds un | til you feel at home. |
| And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson, |
| Jesus loves you more than you will know, wo wo wo. |
| God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson, |
| Heaven holds a place for those who pray, hey hey hey. |
| Hide it in a hiding place where no one ever goes, |
| Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes. |
| It's a little | secret, just the | Robinsons' af | fair. |
| Most of all you've got to | hide it from the kids. |
| Koo koo ka choo, Mrs. Robinson, |
| Jesus loves you more than you will know, wo wo wo. |
| God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson, |
| Heaven holds a place for those who pray, hey hey hey. |
| Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon, |
| Going to the candidates debate. |
| Laugh about it, | shout about it, | when you've got to | choose. |
| Any way you look at it you | lose. |
| Where have you | gone Joe Di | Maggio, |
| A nation turns its | lonely eyes to | you, | woo woo woo |
| What's that you | say, Mrs. | Robinson, |
| Joltin' Joe has | left and gone | away, | hey hey hey, hey hey | hey. |
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304. My My, Hey Hey (Out of the Blue)
| My | My, Hey | Hey - | Rock and | roll is here to | stay. |
| It's better to | burn out than to | fade a | way - | My | My, Hey | Hey. |
| Out of the | blue and into the | black. |
| They give you | this, but you pay for | that. |
| And once you're | gone you can | never come | back. |
| When you're | out of the | blue And into the | black. |
| The king is | gone but he's not for | gotten. |
| Is this the | story of Johnny | Rotten? |
| It's better to | burn out than it | is to | rust. |
| The king is | gone but he's not for | gotten. |
| Hey | Hey, My | My - | Rock and | roll will never | die. |
| There's more to the | picture than | meets the | eye - | Hey | Hey, My | My. |
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305. Nah Neh Nah
| (arpeggio) |
| | | //// | | | //// | |//// | | | //// | | | //// | | | //// | |//// | | | //// | | |
| I got | on the phone and called the girls. Said: "Meet me down at Curly Pearls, For a: |
| Ney, Nah Nah | Nah (Ney, Nah Nah Nah) |
| In my | high-heeled shoes and fancy fads I ran down the stairs hailed me a cab, Going: |
| Ney, Nah Nah Nah (Ney, Nah Nah Nah) |
| Ney, Nah Nah Nah (Ney, Nah Nah Nah) Oh now, | Ney, Nah Nah Nah (Ney, Nah Nah Nah) |
| Nah Neh | Nah |
| When I pushed the door I saw Eleanor And Mary-Lou swinging on the floor, Going: |
| Ney, Nah Nah Nah (Ney, Nah Nah Nah) |
| Sue came in, in a silk sarong, She waltzed across as they played that song, I mean: |
| Ney, Nah Nah Nah (Ney, Nah Nah Nah) |
| Ney, Nah Nah Nah (Ney, Nah Nah Nah) Oh now, Ney, Nah Nah Nah (Ney, Nah Nah Nah) |
| Nah Neh Nah. |
| | | //// | | | //// | |//// | | | //// | |//// | | | //// | |//// | | | // | // | |//// | |//// | | | //// | |//// | | | //// | |// | // | | |
| Annie was a little late. She had to get out of a date With a: |
| Ney, Nah Nah Nah (Ney, Nah Nah Nah). |
| Curly fixed another drink As the piano man began to sing That song: |
| Ney, Nah Nah Nah (Ney, Nah Nah Nah) |
| Ney, Nah Nah Nah (Ney, Nah Nah Nah) Oh now, Ney, Nah Nah Nah (Ney, Nah Nah Nah) |
| Nah Neh Nah |
| It was already half past three, But the night was young and so were we Dancing: |
| Ney, Nah Nah Nah (Ney, Nah Nah Nah) |
| Oh, Lord, did we have a ball! Still singing, walking down that hall That: |
| Ney, Nah Nah Nah (Ney, Nah Nah Nah) |
| Ney, Nah Nah Nah (Ney, Nah Nah Nah) oh now, Ney, Nah Nah Nah (Ney, Nah Nah Nah) |
| Nah Neh Nah. |
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306. 19th Nervous Breakdown
| You're | the kind of person you meet at certain dismal dull affairs, |
| Centre of a crowd talking much to loud running up and down the stairs. |
| Well it | seems to me that you have seen too much in too few years |
| And | though you've tried you just cant hide your eyes are edged with tears. |
| You'd better | stop | - | - look a | round | - | - Here it | comes - here it comes - |
| here it | comes - here it comes - Here | comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown! |
| When you were a child you were treated kind but never brought up right. |
| You were overspoilt with a thousand toys and still you cried all night. |
| Your mother who neglected you owes a million dollars tax, |
| Your fathers still perfecting ways of making sealing wax. |
| You'd better stop - - look around - - Here it comes - here it comes - |
| here it comes - here it comes - Here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown! |
| Oh who's to blame; that | girls just insane! |
| Well | nothing I do don't seem to work it | only | seems to make matters worse; Oh | please! |
| You were still in school when you had that fool who really messed youre mind |
| And after that you turned your back on treating people kind. |
| On our first trip I tried so hard to rearrange you mind |
| But after while I realised you were disarranging mine! |
| You'd better stop - - look around - - Here it comes - here it comes - |
| here it comes - here it comes - Here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown! |
307. Nights in White Satin
| Nights in white | satin | Never reaching the | end. |
| Letters I've | written | Never meaning to | send. |
| Beauty I've | always missed | With these eyes | before. |
| Just what the | truth is, | I can't say any | more |
| 'Cause I | love you, - Yes, I | love you, Oh, how I | love you! |
| Gazing at people, Some hand in hand, |
| Just what I'm going through They can't understand. |
| Some try to tell me Thoughts thay cannot defend. |
| Just what you want to be You will be in the end. |
| 'Cause I love you, Yes, I love you, Oh, how I love you! Oh. |
| Nights in white satin Never reaching the end. |
| Letters I've written Never meaning to send. |
| Beauty I've always missed, With these eyes before, |
| Just what the truth is, I can't say anymore |
| 'Cause I love you, Yes, I love you, Oh, how I love you, Oh, how I love you! |
| 'Cause I love you, Yes, I love you, Oh, how I love you, Oh, how I love you! |
308. Nine Million Bicycles
| ( | flut | e) |
| There are | nine million bicycles in | Beijing |
| That's a | fact, It's a | thing we can't deny |
| Like the | fact that I will love you till I | die. |
| We are | twelve billion light years from the | edge, |
| That's a | guess, No-one can | ever say it's true |
| But I | know that I will always be with | you. |
| I'm | warmed by the | fire of your | love every | day |
| So | don't call me a | liar, Just | believe everything that I | say |
| There are | six billion people in the | world |
| More or | less, and it | makes me feel quite small |
| But | you're the one I love the most of | all | ( | flute | ) |
| We're | high on the | wire, with the | world in our | sight |
| And | I'll never | tire, Of the | love that you give me every | night |
| There are | nine million bicycles in | Beijing |
| That's a | Fact, it's a | thing we can't deny |
| Like the | fact that I will love you till I | die |
| And there are | nine million bicycles in | Beijing |
| And you | know that I will | love you till I | die! |
309. Norwegian Wood
| I | once had a | girl | or should I | say | she once had | me? |
| She | showed me her | room | isn't it | good | Norwegian | wood? |
| She | asked me to stay and she told me to sit any | where. |
| So | I looked around and I noticed there wasn't a | chair. |
| I | sat on a | rug | biding my | time | drinking her | wine |
| We | talked until | two | and then she | said | it's time for | bed |
| She | told me she worked in the morning and started to | laugh |
| I | told her I didn't and crawled off to sleep in the | bath |
| And | when I | awoke | I was | alone | this bird had | flown |
| So | I lit a | fire | isn't it | good | Norwegian | wood |
310. Nowhere Man
| He's a real | nowhere man, | Sitting in his | nowhere land, |
| Making all his | nowhere plans for | nobody. |
| Doesn't have a | point of view, | Knows not where he's | going to, |
| Isn't he a | bit like you and | me? |
| Nowhere | man, please | listen, You don't | know what you're | missing, |
| Nowhere | man, the | world is at your command. |
| He's as blind as | he can be, | Just sees what he | wants to see, |
| Nowhere man can | you see me at | all? |
| Nowhere | man, don't | worry, Take your | time, don't | hurry, |
| Leave it | all 'till | somebody else lends you a hand. |
| Doesn't have a | point of view, | Knows not where he's | going to, |
| Isn't he a | bit like you and | me? |
| Nowhere | man, please | listen, You don't | know what you're | missing, |
| Nowhere | man, the | world is at your command. |
| He's a real | nowhere man, | Sitting in his | nowhere land, |
| Making all his | nowhere plans for | nobody, |
| Making all his | nowhere plans for | nobody, |
| Making all his | nowhere plans for | nobody. |
311. Ob-La-Di Ob-La-Da
| Desmond has a barrow in the | market place, Molly is the singer in a | band. |
| Desmond says to Molly, girl I | like your face and Molly | says this as she | takes him by the | hand: |
| Ob-la- | di, ob-la-da, life goes | on - | Bra - | Bra la how the | life goes | on. |
| Desmond takes a trolley to the | jeweller's store, buys a twenty carat golden | ring. |
| Takes it back to Molly, waiting | at the door, and as he | gives it to her | she begins to | sing. |
| Ob-la- | di, ob-la-da, life goes | on - | Bra - | Bra la how the | life goes | on. |
| In a couple of years they have built a home sweet | home - |
| with a couple of kids running in the yard of | Desmond and Molly | Jones. |
| Happy ever after in the | market place, Desmond lets the children lend a | hand. |
| Molly stays at | home and does her | pretty face, and in the | evening she still | sings it with the | band. |
| Ob-la- | di, ob-la-da, life goes | on - | Bra - | Bra la how the | life goes | on. |
| In a couple of years they have built a home sweet | home - |
| with a couple of kids running in the yard of | Desmond and Molly | Jones. |
| Happy ever after in the | market place, Molly lets the children lend a | hand. |
| Desmond stays at | home and does his | pretty face, and in the | evening she's a | singer with the | band. |
| Ob-la- | di, ob-la-da, life goes | on - | Bra - | Bra la how the | life goes | on. |
| And if you | want some fun: Sing | Ob-La-Di-La- | Da! |
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312. Oh My Love
| Oh my lover for the | first time in my life - | my eyes are wide | open. |
| Oh my lover for the | first time in my life - | my | eyes can | see. |
| I see the wind, oh | I see the trees, |
| Everything is | clear in my | heart. |
| I see the clouds, oh | I see the sky, |
| Everything is | clear in our | world. |
| Oh my lover for the | first time in my life - | my mind is wide | open. |
| Oh my lover for the | first time in my life - | my | mind can | feel. |
| I feel sorrow, oh | I feel dreams, |
| Everything is | clear in my | heart. |
| I feel life, oh | I feel love, |
| Everything is | clear in our | world. |
| Oh my lover for the | first time in my life - | my eyes are wide | open. |
| Oh my lover for the | first time in my life - | my | eyes can | see. |
313. On the Sunny Side of the Street
| Grab your | coat and get your | hat, Leave | worry in the | door | step. |
| Just direct your | feet To the | sunny si | de of | the | street. |
| Can't you | hear a pitter | pat? And that | happy tune is | your | step. |
| Life can be so | sweet, On the the | sunny si | de of the | street. |
| I used to | walk in the shade | With those | blues | on para | de, |
| But | I'm not af | raid, This | rover crossed | over. |
| If I | never have a | cent, I'll be | rich as Rocke | fel | ler. |
| Gold dust at my | feet On the | sunny si | de of the | street. |
| Can't you | hear a pitter | pat? And that | happy tune is | your | step. |
| Life can be so | sweet, On the the | sunny si | de of the | street. |
| I used to | walk in the shade | With those | blues | on para | de, |
| But | I'm not af | raid, This | rover crossed | over. |
| If I | never have a | cent, I'll be | rich as Rocke | fel | ler. |
| Gold dust at my | feet On the | sunny si | de of the | street. |
314. One
| / | / | / | / | / | / | / | / |
| Is it getting | better | Or do you feel the | same |
| Will it make it | easier on you now | You got someone to | blame |
| You say | One love | - One life | - |
| When it's one need | - in the night |
| It's one love - We got to | share it - |
| It | leaves you baby - If you don't | care for it! |
| Did I disappoint you, Or leave a bad taste in your mouth? |
| You act like you never had love; And you want me to go without! |
| Well it's too late - tonight - |
| To drag the past out - into the light |
| We're one - but we're not the same - |
| We got to carry each other - carry each other |
| -One- |
| Have you come here for forgiveness, Have you come to raise the dead? |
| Have you come here to play Jesus To the lepers in your head? |
| Did I ask too much - more than a lot? |
| You gave me nothing - now it's all I got! |
| We're one - but we're not the same! |
| We hurt each other - then we do it again! |
| You say: |
| Love is a temple. | Love the higher law. |
| Love is a temple. | Love the higher law. |
| You ask me to enter. | But then you make me crawl. |
| And I can't be holding on | To what you got |
| When all you got is | hurt |
| One love - One blood - One life - You got to do what you should |
| One life - With each other - Sisters - Brothers |
| One life - But we're not the same |
| We got to carry each other - Carry each other |
| One - One. |
315. One More Cup of Coffee
| Your Breath is sweet, your eyes are like Two | jewels in the sky. |
| Your back is straight your hair is smooth On the | pillow where you lie. |
| But I don't sense affection - No | gratitude or love. |
| Your loyalty is not me - But | to the stars above. |
| One more cup of coffee for the | road. |
| One more cup of coffee for I | go, | To the valley be | low. |
| Your daddy he's an outlaw- And a wanderer by trade. |
| He'll teach you how to pick an choose - And how to throw the blade. |
| And he oversees his kingdom - So no stranger does intrude. |
| His voice it trembles as he calls out - For another plate of food |
| One more cup of coffee for the road. |
| One more cup of coffee for I go, To the valley below. |
| Your sister sees the future - Like your momma and yourself. |
| You've never learned to read or write - There's no books upon your shelf. |
| And your pleasure know no limits - Your voice is like a meadow larks. |
| But your heart is like an ocean - Mysterious and dark. |
| One more cup of coffee for the road. |
| more cup of coffee for I go, To the valley below. |
316. One too many Mornings
| Down the | street the dogs are | barkin' - And the | day is a-gettin' | dark. |
| As the | night comes in a- | fallin', The | dogs'll lose their | bark. |
| An' the | silent night will | shatter - From the | sounds inside my | mind, |
| For I'm | one too many | mornings - And a | thousand | miles be | hind. |
| From the | crossroads of my | doorstep - My | eyes they start to | fade, |
| As I | turn my head back | to the room - Where my | love and I have | laid. |
| An' I | gaze back to the | street, The | sidewalk and the | sign; |
| And I'm | one too many | mornings - An' a | thousand | miles be | hind. |
| It's a | restless hungry | feeling - That don't | mean no one no | good, |
| When | ev'rything I'm a- | sayin' - You can | say it just as | good. |
| You're | right from your | side, I'm | right from | mine. |
| We're both | just too many | mornings - An' a | thousand miles | behind. |
317. Over the Rainbow
| Somewhere | over the rainbow |
| Way up | high, |
| There's a | land that I | heard of |
| Once | in a lulla | by. |
| Somewhere over the rainbow |
| Skies are blue, |
| And the dreams that you dare to dream |
| Really do come true. |
| Some | day I'll wish upon a star |
| And | wake up where the clouds are far |
| Be | hind | me. |
| Where | troubles melt like lemon drops |
| A | way above the chimney tops |
| That's | where you'll | find me. |
| Somewhere over the rainbow |
| Bluebirds fly. |
| Birds fly over the rainbow. |
| Why then, oh why can't I? |
| If | happy little bluebirds fly |
| Be | yond the rainbow |
| Why, oh why can't | I? |
318. Paint it, Black!
| I see a red door and I | want it painted | black |
| No colors anymore I | want them to turn | black |
| I | see the | girls walk | by dressed | in their summer | clothes |
| I | have to | turn my | head un | til the darkness | goes |
| I see a line of cars and they're all painted black |
| With flowers and my love both never to come back |
| I see people turn their heads and quickly look away |
| Like a new born baby it just happens every day |
| I look inside myself and see my heart is black |
| I see my red door and I want it painted black |
| Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the fact |
| It's not easy facing up when your whole world is black |
| No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue |
| I could not forsee this thing happening to you |
| If I look hard enough into the setting sun |
| My love will laugh with me before the morning comes |
| I want to see your face, painted black, |
| black as night, black as gold |
| I wanna see the sun flying high upon the sky |
| I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black, Yeah |
319. Pancho and Lefty
| Living on the road, my friend, | is gonna keep you free and clean; |
| Now you wear your skin like iron and your | breath is as hard as | kerosene. |
| You weren't your mama's only boy, but her | favorite one it | seems - |
| She be | gan to cry when you | said | good | bye - and | sank into your | dreams. |
| Pancho was a bandit boy, | his horse was fast as polished steel; |
| He wore his gun outside his pants | for all the honest | world to feel. |
| Pancho met his match you know on the | deserts down in | Mexico |
| Nobody heard his | dy | ing | words, ah but | that's the way it | goes. |
| And | all the Federales say - | they could have had him | any day; |
| They | only let him | hang | a | round - out of | kindness, I sup | pose. |
| Lefty, he can't sing the blues | all night long like he used to. |
| The dust that Pancho bit down south | ended up in | Lefty's mouth; |
| The day they laid poor Pancho low, | Lefty split for | Ohio |
| Where he got the | bread | to | go, there | ain't nobody | knows |
| And all the Federales say - they could have had him any day; |
| They only let him slip away - out of kindness, I suppose. |
| Well the boys tell how Pancho fell, and | Lefty's living in a cheap hotel |
| The desert's quiet and Cleveland's cold, | and so the story | ends we're told. |
| Pancho needs your prayers, it's true, but | save a few for | Lefty too |
| He just did what he | had | to | do, and | now he's growing | old. |
| A few gray Federales say they could have had him any day; |
| They only let him go so wrong - out of kindness, I suppose. |
| A few gray Federales say... |
320. Papa was a Rollin' Stone
| It was the third of September; that day I'll always remember, |
| 'Cos that was the day, that my daddy died. |
| I never got a chance to see him; |
| Never heard nothin' but bad things about him. |
| Mama, I'm depending on you, to tell me the truth. |
| Mama just hung her head and said; "Son... (spoken) |
| Papa was a rollin' stone; wherever he laid his hat, was his home. |
| (And when he died,) all he left us was alone". |
| Papa was a rollin' stone, my son; wherever he laid his hat, was his home. |
| (And when he died,) all he left us was alone". |
| Hey Mama, is it true what they say, |
| That Papa never worked a day in his life? |
| And Mama, bad talk going around town |
| Saying that Papa had three outside children and another wife. |
| And that ain't right. |
| Heard some talk about Papa doing some store front preaching. |
| Talkin' about saving souls and all the time leeching. |
| Dealing in debt and stealing in the name of the Lord. |
| Papa was a rollin' stone; wherever he laid his hat, was his home. |
| (And when he died,) all he left us was alone". |
| Hey, Papa was a rollin' stone; wherever he laid his hat, was his home. |
| (And when he died,) all he left us was alone". |
| Hey, Mama, I heard Papa call himself a jack of all trades; |
| Tell me, is that what sent Papa to an early grave? |
| Folks say Papa would beg borrow or steal to pay his bills. |
| Hey, Mama, folks say Papa was never much on thinkin'; |
| Spend most of his time chasin' women and drinkin'! |
| Mama, I'm depending on you, to tell me the truth. |
| Mama looked up with a tear in her eye and said; "Son... (spoken) |
| Papa was a rollin' stone; (well well well well) wherever he laid his hat, was his home. |
| And when he died, all he left us was alone". |
| Papa was a rollin' stone; wherever he laid his hat, was his home. |
| And when he died, all he left us was alone". |
| Papa was a rollin' stone; ... |
321. Paperback Writer
| Paperback writer! |
| Dear Sir or Madam, will you read my book? |
| It took me years to write, will you take a look |
| It's based on a novel by a man named Lear |
| And I need a job so I want to be a paperback | writer | - | Paperback | writer |
| It's a dirty story of a dirty man |
| And his clinging wife doesn't understand |
| His son is working for the Daily Mail |
| It's a steady job but he wants to be a paperback | writer | - | Paperback | writer! |
| It's a thousand pages, give or take a few |
| I'll be writing more in a week or two |
| I can make it longer if you like the style |
| I can change it 'round and I want to be a paperback | writer | - | Paperback | writer! |
| If you really like it you can have the rights |
| It could make a milion for you overnight |
| If you must return it you can send it here |
| But I need a break and I want to be a paperback writer - | writer | - | Paperback | writer! |
| Paperback | writer! |
322. Passing Through
| I saw | Jesus on the cross on a | hill called Calva | ry: |
| "Do you hate mankind for what they done to | you?" |
| He said, " | Talk of love, not hate, things to | do - it's getting | late. |
| I've so little time and I'm | only passing | through." |
| Passing through, passing through. |
| Sometimes happy, sometimes | blue, glad that | I ran into | you. |
| Tell the people that you | saw me passing | through. |
| I saw Adam leave the Garden with an apple in his hand, |
| I said "Now you're out, what are you going to do?" |
| "Plant some crops and pray for rain, maybe raise a little cane. |
| I'm an orphan now, and I'm only passing through." |
| Passing through, passing through... |
| I was with Washington at Valley Ford, shivering in the snow. |
| I said, "How come the men here suffer like they do?" |
| "Men will suffer, men will fight, even die for what is right; |
| even though they know they're only passing through." |
| Passing through, passing through... |
| I was with Franklin Roosevelt's side on the night before he died. |
| He said, "One world must come out of World War Two" (ah, the fool) |
| "Yankee, Russian, white or tan," he said, "A man is still a man. |
| We're all on one road, we're only passing through." |
| Passing through, passing through... |
| I rode with old Abe Lincoln on that train to Gettysburg, |
| I said: “What are we gonna do?” |
| He said: “All men must be unconditonally free |
| Or there is no reason to be passing through.” |
| Passing through, passing through... |
323. Penny Lane
| In Penny | Lane there is a barber showing | photographs |
| Of every | head he's had the pleasure to | know. |
| And all the | people that come and | go - Stop and | say hello. |
| On the | corner is a banker with a | motor car, |
| The little | children laugh at him behind | his back. |
| And the | banker never wears a | mack - In the | pouring rain - | very strange. |
| Penny | Lane is in my ears and in my | eyes. |
| There beneath the blue suburban | skies I sit and | meanwhile | back. |
| In Penny | Lane there is a fireman with an | hourglass. |
| And in his | pocket is a portrait of the | queen. |
| He likes to | keep his fire engine | clean - It's a | clean machine. |
| Penny | Lane is in my ears and in my | eyes. |
| Four of fish and finger | pies - in summer, | meanwhile | back. |
| Behind the | shelter in the middle of a | roundabout |
| A pretty | nurse is selling poppies from a | tray, |
| And though she | feel as if she's in a | play - she is | anyway. |
| In Penny | Lane the barber shaves another | customer. |
| We see the | banker sitting waiting for a | trim. |
| And the | fireman rushes in - From the | pouring rain - | very strange |
| Penny | Lane is in my ears and in my | eyes. |
| There beneath the blue suburban | skies I sit and | meanwhile | back. |
| Penny | Lane is in my ears and in my | eyes. |
| There beneath the blue suburban | skies, Penny | Lane. |
324. Personal Jesus
| Your own, personal, Jesus; Someone to hear your prayers, |
| Someone who | cares! |
| Your | own, personal, Jesus; Someone to hear your prayers, |
| Someone who's | there! |
| Feeling unknown, and you're all alone, |
| Flesh and bone, By the | telephone, |
| Lift up the receiver, I'll | make you a believer! |
| Take second best, put me to the test, |
| Things on your chest, You | need to confess. |
| I will deliver, You | know I'm a forgiver! |
| Reach out and touch faith, |
| Your own, personal, Jesus; Someone to hear your prayers, |
| Someone who | cares! |
| Your | own, personal, Jesus; Someone to hear your prayers, |
| Someone to | care! |
| Feeling unknown, and you're all alone, |
| Flesh and bone, by the | telephone |
| Lift up the receiver, I'll | make you a believer, |
| I will deliver, You | know I'm a forgiver! |
| Reach out and touch faith, | (repeat and fade out) |
325. Pictures of Lily
| I used to | wake up in the | morning, |
| I used to feel so bad! |
| I got so | sick of having | sleepless nights, |
| I went and told my dad! |
| He said, " | Son, now here's | some little | something!" |
| And stuck them on my | wall. |
| And now my | nights ain't | quite so lonely, |
| In fact, I don't feel bad at all. |
| I don't feel bad at all. |
| Pictures of | Li- | - | ly! | Made my | life so | wonder | ful. |
| Pictures | of | Li- | - | ly! | Helped me | sleep | at | night. |
| Pictures of | Lily! | Solved my | childhood | prob | lems. |
| Pictures of | Li- | - | ly! | Helped me feel al | right. |
| Pictures of | Li- | ly. | Lily, oh | Li- | ly; | Lily, | oh | Li- | ly. | Pictures | of | Li- | ly! |
| And then one day things weren't quite so fine, |
| I fell in love with Lily. |
| I asked my dad where Lily I could find? |
| He said, "Son, now don't be silly!" |
| "She's been dead since nineteen-twenty-nine! |
| Oh, how I cried that night. |
| If only I'd been born in Lily's time, |
| It would have been alright. |
| Pictures of Lily! Made my life so wonderful. |
| Pictures of Lily! Helped me sleep at night. |
| For me and Lily are together in my dreams, |
| And I ask you, "Hey mister, have you ever seen - |
| "Pictures of Lily?" |
326. Pinball Wizard
| | | / / / / | | / / / / | | / / / / | | / / / / | | / / / / | | / / / / | | / / / / | | / / / / | | / / / - | | / - | / - | | / - |
| Ever since I was a young boy I've | played the silver ball. From | Soho down to |
| Brighton I | must have played them all. But I | ain't seen nothin like him in |
| any amusement hall that | deaf dumb and blind kid | sur | e plays a mean pin | ba | ll! |
| He | stands like a statue becomes | part of the machine. | Feeling all the bumpers |
| always playing clean. | Plays by intuition the | digit counters fall. That | deaf |
| dumb and blind kid | sure plays a mean pin | ba | ll! |
| He's a | pin | ball | wizard there | has to | be a t | wist. A | pin | ball | wizard's got | such a supple | wrist! |
| How do you | think | he | does it? (I dont know) | What makes | him | so | good? |
| Ain't got no distractions, can't | hear no buzzes and bells | don't see no lights a |
| flashin | plays by sense of smell. | Always gets a replay, you | never see him fall |
| that | deaf, dumb and blind kid | sure plays a mean pin | ba | ll! |
| I | thought | I | was the | Bally | table | king but | I | just | handed my | pinball crown to | him. |
| Even | on my favourite table | he can beat my best. His | disciples lead him in |
| and h | e just does the rest. He's got | crazy flipper fingers | never seen him fall |
| that | deaf, dumb and blind kid | sur | e plays a mean pinb | al | l! |
| Ever since I was a young boy I've played the silver ball. From | Soho down to |
| Brighton I must have played them all. But I | ain't seen nothin like him in |
| any amusement hall. That | deaf dumb and blind kid | sure plays a mean pin | ba | ll! |
| He | stands like a statue, becomes part of the machine. | Feeling all the bumpers |
| always playing clean. | Plays by intuition, the digit counters fall that | deaf, |
| dumb and blind kid | sure plays a mean pin | ba | ll! |
| He's a | pin | ball | wizard there | has to | be a | twist. A | pin | ball | wizard's got | such a supple | wrist. |
| How do you | think | he | does it? (I don't know) | What makes | him | so | good? |
| Ain't got no distractions cant hear no buzzes and bells | don't see no lights a |
| flashin plays by sense of smell. | Always gets a replay you never see him fall |
| that | deaf dumb and blind kid | sure plays a mean pin- | ba | ll! |
| I though | t w | as the B | ally t | able k | ing but I | j | ust h | anded my p | inball crown to h | im. |
| Even | on my favourite table he can beat my best his d | isciples lead him in |
| and he just does the rest he's got | crazy flipper fingers never seen him fall |
| that | deaf dumb and blind kid | sure plays a mean pin | ba | ll! |
327. Pitsch, Patsch, Pinguin
| Ein kleiner Pinguin Steht | einsam auf dem | Eis. |
| Pitsch, patsch, | Pinguin, Jetzt | läuft er schon im | Kreis. |
| Pitsch, patsch, | Pinguin, Jetzt | läuft er schon im | Kreis. |
| Und der Nordwind weht Übers weite Meer. |
| Pitsch, patsch, Pinguin, Da friert er aber sehr. |
| Pitsch, patsch, Pinguin, Da friert er aber sehr |
| Und er sucht sich einen Andern Pinguin. |
| Pitsch, patsch, Pinguin, Sie kitzeln sich am Kinn. |
| Pitsch, patsch, Pinguin, Sie kitzeln sich am Kinn |
| Zwei kleine Pinguine Laufen übers Eis. |
| Pitsch, patsch, Pinguin, Sie watscheln schon im Kreis. |
| Pitsch, patsch, Pinguin, Sie watscheln schon im Kreis. |
| Und der Nordwind weht Übers weite Meer. |
| Pitsch, patsch, Pinguin, Da frier'n sie aber sehr. |
| Pitsch, patsch, Pinguin, Da frier'n sie aber sehr. |
| Und jeder sucht sich einen Andern Pinguin. |
| Pitsch, patsch, Pinguin, Sie kitzeln sich am Kinn. |
| Pitsch, patsch, Pinguin, Sie kitzeln sich am Kinn. |
| Vier kleine Pinguine Laufen übers Eis. |
| Pitsch, patsch, Pinguin, Sie watscheln schon im Kreis. |
| Pitsch, patsch, Pinguin, Sie watscheln schon im Kreis. |
| Horch, wer brummt denn da? Das muss ein Eisbär sein! |
| Und sie ducken sich Und machen sich ganz klein. |
| Und sie ducken sich Und machen sich ganz klein. |
| Und der Eisbär tappt Schon heran, o Schreck! |
| Pitsch, patsch, Pinguin, Da watscheln alle weg. |
| Pitsch, patsch, Pinguin, Da watscheln alle weg |
328. Oh, Pretty Woman
| Pretty | woman, walking | down the street. |
| Pretty | woman, the kind I'd | like to meet. Pretty | woman... |
| I don't be | lieve you - it must be | true. |
| No one could | look as good as | you. |
| Pretty | woman, won't you | pardon me. |
| Pretty | woman, I couldn't | help but see. Pretty | woman... |
| Oh, you look | lovely as you can | be. Are you | lonely just like | me? |
| Pretty woman, | stop awhile. | Pretty woman, | talk awhile. |
| Pretty woman, | give your smile to | me. |
| Pretty woman, | yeah, yeah, yeah, | Pretty woman, | look my way. |
| Pretty woman, | say you'll stay with | me! |
| ' | Cause I need you, need you tonight. |
| Pretty | woman, don't | walk on by. |
| Pretty | woman, don't | make me cry. Pretty | woman... |
| Don't walk away, hey. Okay. |
| If that's the way it must be, okay. |
| I guess I'll go on home, it's late. |
| There'll be tomorrow night, but wait |
| What do I see? |
| She's walking back to me. |
| Oh, pretty woman. |
329. Probier's mal mit Gemütlichkeit
| Probiers mal | mit Ge | mütlickeit, |
| mit | Ruhe und Ge | mütlichkeit |
| wirfst | du die dummen | Sorgen über | Bord. |
| Und wenn du | stets ge | mütlich bist und |
| etwas appe | titlich ist, |
| greif | zu, denn | später | ist es viel | leicht | fort. |
| Was soll ich wo | anders, wo's mir nicht ge | fällt? |
| Ich gehe nicht | fort hier, auch nicht für | Geld! |
| Die Bienen | summen in der | Luft erfüllen | sie mit Honig | duft |
| und | schaust du unter'n | Stein, entdeckst du | Ameisen |
| die hier | gut gedeihen | Nimm | davon zwei, drei, | vier |
| Denn mit Ge | mütlichkeit kommt | auch das Glück zu | dir! |
| Es | kommt zu | dir! |
| Probier's mal mit Gemütlichkeit... |
| Na und pflückst du gern | Beeren und du piekst dich da | bei? |
| Dann lass dich be | lehren: Schmerz geht bald vor | bei! |
| Du | mußt be | scheiden und nicht | gierig | im Leben | sein, |
| sonst | tust du dir weh, Du | bist verletzt und zahlst nur drauf, |
| D'rum | pflücke gleich, mit dem richtigen | Dreh! |
| Hast du das | jetzt ka | piert? |
| Denn mit | Gemütlichkeit kommt | auch das Glück zu | dir! |
| Es | kommt zu | dir! |
330. Proud Mary
| Left a good job in the city, Workin for the man every night and day |
| And I never lost a minute of sleepin', Worryin' 'bout the way things might have been. |
| Big wheel keep on turnin' - | Proud Mary keep on burnin', |
| Rollin', rollin', rollin' on a | ri- | ver. |
| Cleaned a lot of plates in Memphis, Pumped a lot of 'tane down in New Orleans, |
| But I never saw the good side of the city, 'Til I hitched a ride on a river boat queen. |
| Big wheel a-keep on turnin' - Proud Mary keep on burnin', |
| Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river. |
| If you come down to the river, Bet you gonna find some people who live, |
| You don't have to worry 'cause you have no money, People on the river are happy to give. |
| Big wheel a-keep on turnin' - Proud Mary keep on burnin', |
| Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river. |
331. Radar Love
| I've been drivin' all night, my hand's wet on the wheel. |
| There's a voice in my head that drives my heel. |
| It's my baby callin', says: "I need you here." |
| And it's a half past four and I'm shifting gear. |
| When she is lonely and the | longing gets too | much, |
| She sends a cable coming | in from above. | Don't need a phone at all: |
| We've got a | thing that's | called Radar | Love. | We've got a | wave in the | air, | Radar | Love! |
| The radio's playing some forgotten song: Brenda Lee's "Coming On Strong". |
| The road has got me hypnotized and I'm speeding into a new sunrise. |
| When I get lonely, and I'm sure I've had enough, |
| She sends her comfort, comin' in from above. Don't need a letter at all: |
| We've got a thing that's called Radar Love. We've got a line in the sky, Radar Love! |
| No more speed, I'm almost there. Gotta keep cool now, gotta take care. |
| Last car to pass, here I go, And the line of cars drove down real slow. |
| And the radio played that forgotten song: Brenda Lee's "Coming On Strong." |
| And the newsman sang his same song, One more radar love is gone! |
| When I get lonely and I'm sure I've had enough, She sends her comfort, coming in from above |
| We don't need no letter at all: |
| We've got a thing that's called Radar Love. We've got a line in the sky. |
| We've got a thing that's called Radar Love. We've got a thing that's called, Radar Love! |
332. Red House
| Well there's a red house over yonder, |
| That's where my baby | stays. |
| Lord there's a | red house over yonder, |
| Oh, that's where my baby | stays. |
| I | ain't been home to see my baby |
| In | ninety-nine and one half | days. |
| Wait a minute, something wrong here, |
| My key won't unlock this door. |
| Wait a minute, something wrong here, |
| Lord have mercy, this key won't unlock this door. |
| I gotta bad, bad feeling: |
| My baby don't live here no more! |
| Well I might as well look back over yonder, |
| Way back up over the hill. |
| Lord I might as well go back over yonder, |
| Way back yonder across the hill. |
| Even though my baby don't love me no more: |
| I know her sister will! |
333. Riders On The Storm
| Riders on the | storm | - Riders on the | storm |
| In | to this house we're | born | - In | to this world we're | thrown |
| Like | dog without a bone | - An | actor out on loan - |
| Riders on the | storm. |
| There's a killer on the road - His brain is squirming like a toad. |
| Take a long holiday - Let your children play. |
| If you give this man a ride - Sweet family will die - |
| Killer on the road. |
| Gotta love your man - Girl, you gotta love your man. |
| Take him by the hand - Make him understand. |
| The world on you depends - Our life will never end - |
| You gotta love your man. |
| Riders | on the | storm | - | Riders | on the | storm - ... |
334. Ring of Fire
| |: | / | / | / | / | | | / | / | / | / | :| |
| Love is a | burnin' | thing and | it | makes a | fiery | ring. |
| Bound by | wild de | sire | I fell into your | ring of | fire |
| I fell into a | burnin' ring of | fire |
| I went | down, down, down and the | flames, they got | higher |
| And it burns, burns, burns, that | ring of | fire, that | ring of | fire. |
| I fell into a burnin' ring of fire |
| I went down, down, down and the flames, they got higher |
| And it burns, burns, burns, that ring of fire, that ring of fire. |
| The taste of love is sweet, when hearts like ours meet. |
| I fell for you like a child, Oooh, but the fire went wild. |
| I fell into a burnin' ring of fire |
| I went down, down, down and the flames, they got higher |
| And it burns, burns, burns, that ring of fire, that ring of fire. |
335. Die alten Rittersleut'
| Zu Grünwald, im Isartal; | glaubt's mir, Leut', da warn amol, |
| Da ham edle Ritter g'haust, | dene hats vor | gar nix graust. |
| Ja, so warn's, ja so warn's, ja so warn's, die | oidn | Rittersleut, |
| ja so warn's, ja so warn's, die | oidn Ritters | leut. |
| Ja, und so ein Rittersmann hatte sehr viel Eisen an, |
| die meisten Ritter, kann man sog'n, hat deshalb der Blitz derschlog'n. |
| Ja, so warn's... |
| Ein Ritter wollt' auf's Häusl geh'n, die Türe war verschlossen, |
| da sah er eine Leiter steh'n, da schaut er durch die Sprossen. |
| Ja, so warn's... |
| Einst wollt' ein Ritter einen Affen, fing stattdessen einen Pfaffen, |
| und sperrt' ihn in das Turmverlies, worauf er kräftig hiunterschaut. |
| Ja, so warn's... |
| Und der Ritter Dariwud'l hatte ganz a lange-s Schwert, |
| wenn ihn das beim Reiten stört, setzt er sich verkehrt auf's Pferd. |
| Ja, so warn's... |
| Mußt' ein Ritter 'mal verreisen, legt er seine Frau in Eisen, |
| doch der Knappe Friederich, der hatte stets 'nen Dieterich. |
| Ja, so warn's... |
| Die Frauen in den Kemenaten auf die Ritter warten taten. |
| Sie taten es bei Kerzenlicht, denn Glühbirnen, die gab's noch nicht. |
| Ja, so warn's... |
336. Rock And Roll Music
| Just let me hear some of that | Rock And Roll Music, |
| Any old way you choose it; |
| It's got a | back beat, you can't loose it, |
| Any old time you | use it. |
| It's | gotta be Rock Roll Music, |
| if you wanna dance with | me, |
| if you wanna dance with | me. |
| I've got no kick against | modern jazz |
| unless they try to play it | too darn fast |
| and change the beaty of the | melody |
| until it sounds just like a | symphony |
| That's why I go just for that Rock and Roll Music, |
| Any old way you choose it; |
| It's got a back beat, you can't loose it, |
| Any old time you use it. |
| It's gotta be Rock Roll Music, |
| if you wanna dance with me, |
| if you wanna dance with me. |
| I took my love on over 'cross the tracks |
| So she could hear a man a-wailin' sax. |
| I must admit they had a rockin' band |
| And they were blowin' like a hurrican'. |
| That's why I go just for that Rock And Roll Music... |
| Way down south they had a jubilee |
| the rockin' folks they gave a jamburee |
| drinkin' home-brewn from a wooden cup |
| man, you should have seen them all shook up! |
| That's why I go just for that Rock And Roll Music... |
| Don't care to hear 'em play a tango, |
| I'm in the mood to dig a mambo; |
| It's way to early for a congo, |
| So keep a rockin' that piano |
| So I can hear some of that Rock And Roll Music... |
| That's why I go just for that Rock And Roll Music... |
337. Rock Around the Clock
| One, two, three o'clock, four o'clock, rock! |
| Five, six, seven o'clock, eight o'clock, rock! |
| Nine, ten, eleven o'clock, twelve o'clock, rock |
| We're gonna | rock around the clock tonight! |
| Put your glad rags on, join me, hon' |
| We'll have some fun when the clock strikes one |
| We're gonna | rock around the clock tonight |
| We're gonna | rock, rock, rock till broad daylight |
| We're gonna | rock, rock around the clock to | night |
| When the clock strikes two, three and four |
| If the band slows down we'll yell for more |
| We’re gonna rock around the clock tonight |
| We’re gonna rock, rock, rock till broad daylight |
| We’re gonna rock, gonna rock around the clock tonight |
| When the chimes ring five, six and seven |
| We'll be right in seventh heaven |
| We’re gonna rock around the clock tonight |
| We’re gonna rock, rock, rock till broad daylight |
| We’re gonna rock, gonna rock around the clock tonight |
| When it's eight, nine, ten, eleven too |
| I'll be goin' strong and so will you |
| We’re gonna rock around the clock tonight |
| We’re gonna rock, rock, rock till broad daylight |
| We’re gonna rock, gonna rock around the clock tonight |
| When the clock strikes twelve, we'll cool off then |
| Start rockin' round the clock again |
| We’re gonna rock around the clock tonight |
| We’re gonna rock, rock, rock till broad daylight |
| We’re gonna rock, gonna rock around the clock tonight |
338. Rockin' All Over The World
| Well, a-here-we-are, a-here-we-are, a-here we go, |
| Four in the mornin', gonna hittin' the road, |
| Here we | go-oh! | Rockin' all over | the world! |
| Well, a-geedee-up, a-geedee-up, a-get away, |
| We're goin' crazy, and we're goin' today, here we | go-oh! |
| Rockin' all over | the world! |
| And I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it, |
| I la-la-like it, la-la-like, here we | go-oh! | Rockin' all over the | world! |
| Well, I'm gonna tell your Mama what I'm gonna do, |
| We're going out tonight with our dancin' shoes, | Here we go-oh! |
| Rockin' all over the | world! |
| And I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it, |
| I la-la-like it, la-la-like, here we | go-oh! | Rockin' all over the | world! |
| And I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it, |
| I la-la-like it, la-la-like, here we | go-oh! | Rockin' all over the | world! |
| And I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it, |
| I la-la-like it, la-la-like, here we | go-oh! | Rockin' all over the | world! |
| And I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it, |
| I la-la-like it, la-la-like, here we | go-oh! | Rockin' all over the | world! |
| In the night... (fade out) |
339. Rockin' In the Free World
| | | / / / / / / / / | | | / - | / - | | |
| There's colors on the street, | - | Red, white, and blue. |
| People shufflin' their feet, | - | People sleepin' in their shoes. |
| There's a warning sign on the | road | ahead. |
| There's a lot of people saying we'd be | better off | dead. |
| Don't feel like Satan, but I | am to | them. |
| So I try to forget it any | way I | can. |
| Keep on | rockin' in the free world | - |
| Keep on | rockin' in the free world | - |
| I see a woman in the night | - With a baby in her hand. |
| Under an old street light | - Near a garbage can. |
| Now she puts the kid away cause she's | gotta get a | hit. |
| She hates her life and what she's | done with | it. |
| That's one more kid that'll never | go to | school, |
| Never get to fall in love, never | get to be | cool. |
| Keep on | rockin' in the free world | - |
| Keep on | rockin' in the free world | - |
| We gotta thousand points of light | - | for the homeless man. |
| We've got a kinder, gentler, | machine gun | hand. |
| We've got department stores and | toilet | paper, |
| Got styrofoam boxes for the | ozone | layer, |
| Got a man of the people, says | keep hope | alive. |
| Got fuel to burn, got | roads to | drive. |
| Keep on | rockin' in the free world | - |
| Keep on | rockin' in the free world | - |
340. Roll in My Sweet Baby's Arms
| Roll in my sweet baby's arms, Roll in my sweet baby's | arms! |
| Gonna | lay 'round this shack till the | mail train comes back, |
| And | roll in my sweet baby's | arms! |
| I | ain't gonna work on the railroad, Ain't gonna work on the | farm. |
| Gonna | lay 'round this shack 'til the | mail train comes back |
| And | roll in my sweet baby's | arms! |
| Roll in my sweet baby's arms, Roll in my sweet baby's arms! |
| Gonna lay 'round this shack till the mail train comes back, |
| And roll in my sweet baby's arms! |
| Where were you last Friday night - While I was lying in jail? |
| Walking the street with another man, Wouldn't even go my bail! |
| Roll in my sweet baby's arms, Roll in my sweet baby's arms! |
| Gonna lay 'round this shack till the mail train comes back, |
| And roll in my sweet baby's arms! |
| I know your parents don't like me - They turn me away from your door. |
| If I had my life to live over - I wouldn't go there no more! |
| Roll in my sweet baby's arms, Roll in my sweet baby's arms! |
| Gonna lay 'round this shack till the mail train comes back, |
| And roll in my sweet baby's arms! |
| Mama was a beauty operator, Sister could weave and spin. |
| Daddy's got an interest in an old cotton mill - Watch that money roll in. |
| Roll in my sweet baby's arms, Roll in my sweet baby's arms! |
| Gonna lay 'round this shack till the mail train comes back, |
| And roll in my sweet baby's arms! |
| Sometimes there's a change in the ocean, Sometimes there's a change in the sea. |
| Sometimes there's a change in my own true love - But there'll never be a change in me. |
| Roll in my sweet baby's arms, Roll in my sweet baby's arms! |
| Gonna lay 'round this shack till the mail train comes back, |
| And roll in my sweet baby's arms! |
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341. Roll Over Beethoven
| I'm gonna write a little letter, | Gonna mail it to my local DJ. |
| It's a | rockin' rhythm record I | want my jockey to | play. |
| Roll | over Beethoven, I | gotta hear it again to | day. |
| You know, my temperature's risin' And the jukebox blows a fuse. |
| My heart's beatin' rhythm And my soul keeps on singin' the blues. |
| Roll over Beethoven and tell Tchaikovsky the news. |
| I got the rockin' pneumonia, I need a shot of rhythm and blues. |
| I think I'm rollin' arthritis Sittin' down by the rhythm review. |
| Roll over Beethoven rockin' in two by two. |
| well, if you feel you like it - | go get your lover, then reel and rock it. |
| roll it over and | move on up just - | a trifle further and | reel and rock it, roll it over, |
| roll | over Beethoven rockin' in two by two. |
| Well, early in the mornin' I'm a-givin' you a warnin' |
| Don't you step on my blue suede shoes. |
| Hey diddle diddle, I am playin' my fiddle, Ain't got nothin' to lose. |
| Roll over Beethoven and tell Tchaikovsky the news. |
| You know she wiggles like a glow worm, Dance like a spinnin' top. |
| She got a crazy partner, Oughta see 'em reel and rock. |
| Long as she got a dime the music will never stop. |
| Roll over Beethoven, |
| Roll over Beethoven, |
| Roll over Beethoven, |
| Roll over Beethoven, |
| Roll over Beethoven and dig these rhythm and blues. |
342. Rolling home
| Call all | hands to man the capstan, see the | cable run down | clear. |
| Heave | away, and with a | will, boys, for old | England we will | steer; |
| and we'll | sing in joyful chorus in the | wratches of the | night, |
| and we'll | sight the shores of | England, when the | grey dawn brings the | light. |
| Rolling | home, rolling home, rolling | home across the | sea, |
| Rolling | home to dear old | England, rolling | home, dear land, to | thee. |
| Up aloft amid the rigging blows the loud exulting gale, |
| like a bird's wide out-stretched pinions spreads on high each swelling sail; |
| and the wild waves left behind us seem to murmur as they flow, |
| there are losing hearts await' you in the land to which we go. |
| Rolling home, rolling home... |
| Many thousand miles behind us, many thousand miles before, |
| ancient ocean heave to waft us to the well remembered shore. |
| Cheerup, Jack, bright smiles await you, from the fairest of the fair, |
| and her loving eyes will greet you with kind welcomes everywhere. |
| Rolling home, rolling home... |
| Dor föhr vun | Hamborg mol son olen Kasten, |
| Met Namen | het he Maghel | lan. |
| Dor weer bi | Dag keen Tid to'n | Brassen, |
| Dat lät man | all'ns bet abends | stahn. |
| Rolling | home, rolling home, rolling | home across the | sea, |
| Rolling | home to dear old | Hamburg, rolling | home dear land to | see. |
| Bi Dag dor kunn dat wein und blasen, |
| Dor wör noch lang keen Hand anleggt, |
| Dat köm erst abends na veer Glasen, |
| Dor wör de ganze Plünkram streckt. |
| Rolling home, rolling home, rolling home across the sea, |
| Rolling home to dear old Hamburg, rolling home dear land to see. |
| Dat wer so recht denn Ol' n sin Freeten, |
| Dat güng em över Danz und Ball. |
| Har Janmaat grad de Piep ansteecken |
| Denn röp de Ol: "pull Grotmarsfall". |
| Rolling home, rolling home, rolling home across the sea, |
| Rolling home to dear old Hamburg, rolling home dear land to see. |
| Oh, Maghelan, du olen Kassen, |
| Ditt Leed sall di een Denkmal ween. |
| Bi Schnee un Regen schrapt Jan Mat Masten |
| Und achtern supt se Beer un Köhm. |
| Rolling home, rolling home, rolling home across the sea, |
| Rolling home to dear old Hamburg, rolling home dear land to see. |
343. Für mich soll's rote Rosen regnen
| Mit | sechzehn | sagte ich | still: ich | will, |
| will | groß sein, will | siegen, will | froh sein, nie | lügen; |
| mit | sechzehn | sagte ich | still: ich | will, |
| will | alles oder | nichts. |
| Für | mich | soll's rote | Rosen | regnen, |
| mir sollten | sämtliche | Wunder be | gegnen. |
| Die | Welt | sollte sich | umge | stalten |
| und ihre | Sorgen | für sich be | halten. |
| Und | später | sagte ich | noch: Ich | möcht |
| ver | stehen, viel | sehen, er | fahren, be | wahren, |
| und | später | sagte ich | noch: Ich | möcht |
| nicht al | lein sein und doch | frei sein. |
| Für mich soll`s rote Rosen regnen, |
| mir sollten sämtliche Wunder begegnen. |
| Das Glück sollte sich sanft verhalten |
| es soll mein Schicksal mit Liebe verwalten. |
| Und | heute | sage ich | still: Ich | sollt' |
| mich | fügen, be | gnügen; ich | kann mich nicht | fügen, |
| kann | mich nicht be | gnügen: will | immer noch | siegen, |
| will | alles oder | nichts. |
| Für mich soll`s rote Rosen regnen, |
| mir sollten ganz neue Wunder begegnen. |
| mich fern vom Alten neu entfalten, |
| von dem, was erwartet das meiste halten. |
| Ich will, Ich will. |
344. Ruby Tuesday
| She would | never | say where she came | from |
| Yesterday | don't | matter if it's | gone |
| While the | sun is | bright |
| Or in the | darkest | night |
| No one | knows she comes and | goes |
| Good | bye | Ruby | Tuesday, |
| Who could | hang a | name on | you? |
| When you | change with | ev'ry | new day, |
| Still I'm gonna miss you! |
| Don't question why she needs to be so free |
| She'll tell you it's the only way to be |
| She just can can't be chained |
| To a life where nothing's gained |
| And nothing's lost at such a cost |
| Goodbye Ruby Tuesday, Who could hang a name on you? |
| When you change with ev'ry new day, Still I'm gonna miss you! |
| There's no time to loose I heard her say |
| Cash your dream before they slip away |
| Dying all the time |
| Lose your dreams and you |
| will loose your mind ain't life unkind |
| Goodbye Ruby Tuesday, Who could hang a name on you? |
| When you change with ev'ry new day, Still I'm gonna miss you! |
345. Sailing
| I am | sailing, I am | sailing home a | gain 'cross the | sea. |
| I am | sailing stormy | waters, to be | near you, | to be | free. |
| I am | flying, I am f | lying like a | bird 'cross the | sea. |
| I am | flying passing | high clouds, to be | near you, | to be | free. |
| Can you | hear me, can you | hear me, thru the | dark night far | away? |
| I am | dying, forever | trying to be | with you; | who can | say? |
| Can you | hear me, can you | hear me, thru the | dark night far | away? |
| I am | dying, forever | trying to be | with you; | who can | say? |
| We are | sailing, we are | sailing home | again 'cross the | sea. |
| We are | sailing stormy | waters, to be | near you, | to be | free. |
| To be | near you, | to be | free. |
| To be | near you, | to be | free. |
346. Salt of the Earth
| Let's | drink to the | hard working | peo | ple, | Let's | drink to the | lowly of | bi | rth. |
| Raise your | glass to the | good and the | e-e- | vil, | Let's | drink to the | salt of the | e-e-a- | arth. |
| Say a | prayer for the | common foot | sol | dier, | Spare a | thought for his | back breaking | wo-o- | ork. |
| Say a | prayer for his | wife and his | chil | dren, | who burn the | fires and who | still till the | earth. |
| And when I search a | faceless crowd - | A swirling mass of | gray and | black and white - |
| They don't look real to me - | In fact, they look so | strange... |
| Raise your glass to the hard working people - Let's drink to the uncounted heads. |
| Let's think of the wandering millions - who need leaders but get gamblers instead. |
| Spare a thought for the stay at home voter - his empty eyes gaze at strange beauty shows. |
| And a parade of the gray suited grafters - a choice of cancer or polio. |
| And when I search a faceless crowd - a swirling mass of gray and black and white - |
| They don't look real to me - in fact, they look so strange! |
| Let's drink to the hard working people, Let's think of the lowly of birth. |
| spare a thought for the rag taggy people, Let's drink to the salt of the earth. |
| Let's drink to the hard working people. Let's drink to the salt of the earth. |
| Let's think of the two thousand million. Let's think of the humble of birth. |
| Let's have a drink to the salt of the earth... |
347. San Franciscan Nights
| This following program is dedicated to the city and people of San Francisco |
| Who may not know it, but they are beautiful - and so is their city |
| This is a very personal song, so if the viewer cannot understand it - |
| particularly those of you who are European residents - save up |
| all your bread and fly Trans-Love Airways to San Francisco, USA |
| Then maybe you'll understand the song |
| It will be worth it - if not for the sake of this song |
| But for the sake of your own peace of mind |
| / | / / / | / / | / / |
| Strobe light's | beam | creates | dreams | Walls | move | minds do | too |
| On a | warm San Fran | ciscan | night |
| Old child, | young child, | feel all | right On a | warm San Fran | ciscan | night |
| Angels sing, leather wings Jeans of blue, Harley-Davidsons too |
| On a warm San Franciscan night |
| Old angels, young angels feel all right On a warm San Franciscan night |
| I wasn't born there - | Perhaps I'll die there |
| There's no place left to | go | - | San Francisco... |
| / / | / / | / / / / | / / | / / | / / | / / | / / | / / | / / / / |
| Cop's face is filled with hate Heavens above, he's on a street called Love |
| When will they ever learn |
| Old cop, young cop feel all right On a warm San Franciscan Night |
| The children are cool - They don't raise fools |
| It's an American dream - Includes Indians, too |
348. San Francisco
| - - If you're | going to | San Fran | cisco |
| - Be sure to | wear some | flowers in your | hair |
| - - If you're | going | to | San Fran | cisco |
| - | - You're gonna | meet some | gentle | people | there |
| For those who | come to | San Fran | cisco |
| - - Summer | time will | be a love-in | there |
| - - In the | streets | of | San Fran | cisco |
| - - | Gentle | people with | flowers in their | hair |
| All across the | nation | such a strong vi | bration |
| - People in motion | - - | - - |
| There's a whole gener | ation | with a new expla | nation |
| - People in motion | - people in motion | - - | - - |
| For those who | come to | San Fran | cisco |
| - Be sure to | wear some | flowers in your | hair |
| - - If you | come | to | San Fran | cisco |
| - - | Summer | time will | be a love-in | there |
| - - | - - | - - | - - |
| - | - If you | come | to | San Fran | cisco |
| - - | Summer | time will | be a | love-in | there |
| - - - | - | - - - | - | - - | - - | - | - - - |
349. Satisfaction
| I can't get no | satisfaction | I can't get no | satisfaction |
| Cause I try__ | and I try___ | and I try__ | and try__ |
| I can' | t get no | I | can't g | et no |
| When | I'm driving in | my | car and | the | man comes on | the | radio |
| he's | telling me more | and | more | about | some useless in | formation |
| supposed | to fire my | ima | gination | I can't | get no |
| Oh no | no | no | hey hey | hey | That's | what I say |
| When I'm watchin' my TV and that man comes on to tell me |
| how white my shirts can be Well he can't be a man 'cause he doesn't smoke |
| the same cigarettes as me |
| I can't get no oh no no no |
| Hey hey hey that's what I say |
| When I'm ridin' 'round the world and I'm doin' this and I'm signing that |
| And I'm tryin' to make some girl who tells me "Baby better come back, maybe next week |
| 'cause you see I'm on a losers street" |
| I can't get no oh no no no |
| Hey hey hey that's what I say |
350. Scarborough Fair/Canticle
| Are you going to | Scarborough | Fair - Parsley | sage rose | mary and | thyme. |
| Remember | me to one who lives | there - for | once she | was a | true love of | mine. |
| Tell her to make me a cambric shirt - Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. |
| Without no seam nor needle work - Then she'll be a true love of mine. |
| Tell her to find me an acre of land - Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. |
| Between the salt water and the sea strand - Then she'll be a true love of mine. |
| Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather - Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. |
| And to gather it all in a bunch of heather, Then she'll be a true love of mine. |
| Are you going to Scarborough Fair - Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. |
| Remember me to one who lives there - for once she was a true love of mine. |
351. Schlaflied für Anne
| Schlaf, Anne, | schlaf nur ein, | bald kommt die | Nacht. |
| Hat sich aus | Wolken Pantoffeln ge | macht. |
| Kommt von den Bergen, | kommt von ganz | weit. |
| Schlaf, Anne, | schlaf nur ein, s'ìst Schlafens | zeit. |
| Schlaf, Anne, | schlaf nur ein, | bald kommt der | Mond, |
| der draußen | hinter den Birnbäumen | wohnt, |
| einer davon kitzelt | ihn sanft am | Kinn. |
| Lächelt der | Mond und zieht leise da | hin. |
| Schlaf, Anne, | schlaf nur ein, | bald kommt ein | Traum. |
| Schlupft dir zum | Ohr hinein, merkst ihn erst | kaum, |
| fährst auf dem Traumschiff ans | Ende der | Nacht, |
| bis dir der | Morgen die Augen auf | macht. |
| Fährst auf dem Traumschiff ans | Ende der | Nacht, |
| bis dir der | Morgen die Augen auf | macht. |
352. Schlag sie tot
| Wenn dich kleine Kinder stören |
| Schlag sie tot! |
| Auch wenn sie dir selbst gehören |
| Schlag sie tot! |
| Triffst du einen Judenbengel |
| Spiele seinen Todesengel |
| Schlag ihn einfach mausetot! |
| Siehst du eine Negerfratze |
| Schlag sie tot! |
| Stört dich deines Nachbarn Glatze |
| Schlag ihn tot! |
| Du musst dich für gar nichts schämen |
| Musst dir nichts zu Herzen nehmen |
| Schlag sie einfach mausetot! |
| Türken, Kurden, Libanesen |
| Und auch Weiße |
| Unbrauchbare Lebewesen |
| Sind halt Scheiße |
| Kommunisten, Anarchisten und so weiter |
| Mach dir nicht das Leben schwer |
| Rechtsanwälte, Angestellte, Friedenstauben |
| Alle, die noch immer an das Gute glauben |
| In den Müll, in den Dreck! |
| Putz sie einfach weg! |
| Hat ein Bürger Beinprothesen |
| Schlag ihn tot! |
| Will ein Bürger Bücher lesen |
| Schlag ihn tot! |
| Arbeitsscheue oder Streuner |
| Und vergiss nicht die Zigeuner! |
| Schlag sie einfach mausetot! |
| Komm mir nicht mit Demokraten |
| Köpf sie, kill sie! |
| Das sind Todeskandidaten |
| Niemand will sie! |
| Vater, Mutter, Schwestern, Brüder, alte Freunde |
| Brauchst du die für irgendwas? |
| Pfarrer, Lehrer, Besserwisser |
| Strangulier sie! |
| All die blöden Tintenpisser |
| Massakrier sie! |
| Merk dir eins: Du bist stark! |
| Aller Rest ist Quark! |
| Lass uns wieder Kriege führen |
| Schlag sie tot! |
| Ganze Völker dezimieren |
| Schlag sie tot! |
| Erst wenn sie im Grab verschwinden |
| Wirst du dran Gefallen finden |
| Also schlag sie mausetot! |
| Mausetot |
| Frisst kein Brot |
| Pack sie und schlag sie tot! |
353. Schon so lang
| Bin auf meinem | Weg, | Schon so | lang. Ver | schlagen und träg, | Schon so | lang. |
| Bin müde und | leer, Will nach Süden ans | Meer. |
| Bin auf meinem | Weg ohne | Wieder | kehr, |
| Schon so | lang. |
| Seh' die Kriege, die Not, | Schon so | lang. | Ruinen und Tod, | Schon so | lang. |
| Seh' die Tränen, die | Wut, Seh' die Wunden, das | Blut. |
| Erwürgt und ver | fault, | was | stark war und | gut, |
| Schon so | lang. |
| Seh' die Welt oft im Traum | Schon so | lang. | Als Pilzwolkenbaum, | Schon so | lang. |
| Euch ihr Herren der | Welt, Eure Lügen, den | Mord |
| An Millionen die | glauben an | euer | Wort, |
| Schon zu | lang. |
| Nicht nur Greuel geschehn, | Schon so | lang. | Hab die Liebe gesehn, | Schon so | lang. |
| Seh die Hoffnung, den | Mut, Seh den Glauben, die | Glut |
| und was sich in Ge | sichtern von | Kindern | tut, |
| Schon so | lang. |
| Bin auf meinem Weg, | Schon so | lang. | Verschlagen und träg, | Schon so | lang. |
| Bin müde und | leer, | Will nach Süden ans | Meer. |
| Bin auf meinem | Weg ohne | Wieder | kehr, |
| Schon so | lang. |
354. Schuld war nur der Bossa Nova
| Als die kleine Jane gerade achtzehn | war, |
| Führte sie der Jim in die | Dancing | Bar. |
| Doch am nächsten | Tag fragte die Ma | ma: |
| "Kind | warum warst du | erst heut' | morgen | da?" |
| Schuld war nur der Bossa | Nova, was kann ich da | für. |
| Schuld war nur der Bossa | Nova, bitte glaube | mir. |
| Denn wenn einer Bossa | Nova tanzen kann, |
| Fängt für mich die | große Liebe an. |
| Schuld war nur der Bossa | Nova, der war Schuld da | ran. |
| War's der Monden | schein? - No, no, der Bossa Nova, |
| Oder war's der | Wein? - No, no, der Bossa Nova, |
| Kann das möglich | sein? - Yeah, yeah, der Bossa Nova, |
| Der war | Schuld da | ran. |
| Schuld war nur der Bossa | Nova, was kann ich da | für. |
| Schuld war nur der Bossa | Nova, bitte glaube | mir. |
| Denn wenn einer Bossa | Nova tanzen kann, |
| Fängt für mich die | große Liebe an. |
| Schuld war nur der Bossa | Nova, der war Schuld da | ran. |
| Doch die kleine Jane blieb nicht immer | klein, |
| Erst bekam sie | Jim, dann ein Töchter | lein. |
| Und die Tochter | fragt heute die Ma | ma: |
| "Seit wann habt | ihr euch gern, | du | und Pa | pa?" |
| Schuld war nur der Bossa | Nova, was kann ich da | für. |
| Schuld war nur der Bossa | Nova, bitte glaube | mir. |
| Denn wenn einer Bossa | Nova tanzen kann, |
| Fängt für mich die | große Liebe an. |
| Schuld war nur der Bossa | Nova, der war Schuld da | ran. |
| War's der Monden | schein? - No, no, der Bossa Nova, |
| Oder war's der | Wein? - No, no, der Bossa Nova, |
| Kann das möglich | sein? - Yeah, yeah, der Bossa Nova, |
| Der war | Schuld da | ran. |
| War's der Monden | schein? - No, no, der Bossa Nova... |
355. Schöner fremder Mann
| ( | Ah-Ha- | Ha) | Oooh- | Oh-oh-oh-oh; | Oh-Oh- | Oh | Oooh- | Oh-oh-oh-oh. |
| Schöner fremder | Mann, | Du bist | lieb zu mir. |
| Schöner fremder | Mann, | Denn ich | träum' von dir. |
| Doch am Tag gehst | du Mit | einer ander'n | Frau vor | bei! | Oooh- | Oh-oh-oh-oh, ... |
| Du gehörst zu | ihr | Und ich | bin allein, |
| Nur in meinem | Traum | Darf ich | glücklich sein. |
| Glücklich sein mit | dir | Denn nur im | Traum gehörst du | mi- | i- | ir! |
| Und | werden auch | Jahre ver | gehen | Ich | weiß, ich | liebe nur | dich |
| Es | wird, so | lange ich | lebe | Keinen andern geben für | mich! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! |
| Schöner fremder | Mann, | Einmal | kommt die Zeit. |
| Und dann wird mein | Traum | Endlich | Wirklichkeit! |
| Schöner fremder | Mann, Dann | fängt für uns die | Liebe | a-- | a-- | an! |
| Und | werden auch | Jahre ver | gehen, | Ich | weiß, ich | liebe nur | dich! |
| Es | wird, so | lange ich | lebe, | Keinen andern geben für | mich! Oh, oh, oh, oh! |
| Schöner fremder | Mann, | Einmal | kommt die Zeit. |
| Und dann wird mein | Traum | Endlich | Wirklichkeit! |
| Schöner fremder | Mann, Dann | fängt für uns die | Liebe | an! |
| Oooh- | Oh-oh-oh-oh, | Oh, | Oh-oh, | Oooh- | Oh-oh-oh-oh, ... |
356. Season of the Witch
| When I look out my | window, | Many sights to | see. | And when I look in my | window, |
| So many different people to | be. | That it's | strange, | so | strange. |
| You've got to pick up every | stitch, | You've got to pick up every | stitch, |
| You've got to pick up every | stitch, | Mm-mmh, | must be the | season of the | witch, |
| must be the | season of the | witch, yeah, | must be the | season of the | witch. | - | - |
| When I look over my shoulder, What do you think I see? Some old cat looking over |
| His shoulder at me. And he's strange, Sure he's strange. |
| You've got to pick up every stitch, You've got to pick up every stitch, yeah, |
| Beatniks are out to make it rich, Oh no, must be the season of the witch, |
| must be the season of the witch, yeah, must be the season of the witch. |
| You've got to pick up every stitch, Two rabbits running in the ditch, |
| Beatniks are out to make it rich, Oh no, must be the season of the witch, |
| must be the season of the witch, must be the season of the witch. When I go. |
| When I look out my window, What do you think I see? And when I look in my window, |
| So many different people to be. It's strange, surely strange. |
| You've got to pick up every stitch, You've got to pick up every stitch, |
| Two rabbits running in the ditch, Oh no, must be the season of the witch, |
| must be the season of the witch, yeah, must be the season of the witch. When I look. |
| When I look... |
357. See See Rider
| See, See Rider, see what you have done, | Lord, Lord, Lord! |
| See, See Rider, see what you have | done! |
| Made me love you, now your man done | come! |
| And it's a - | hey, | hey, | hey, | hey. |
| My home's across the water, I don't like no land at all, | Lord, Lord, Lord! |
| My home's across the water, I don't like no land at | all! |
| I'd rather be dead than to stay here and be your | dog! |
| And it's a - | hey, | hey, | hey, | hey. |
| Wish I as a catfish, swimmin' in the deep blue sea, | Lord, Lord, Lord! |
| Wish I as a catfish, swimmin' in the deep blue | sea. |
| I would swim 'cross the water, bring my baby back to | me. |
| And it's a - | hey, | hey, | hey, | hey. |
| I'm goin' away baby, I won't be back 'til four, | Lord, Lord, Lord! |
| I'm goin' away baby, I won't be back 'til | four. |
| If I find me a new gal, I won't be back at | all! |
| And it's a - | hey, | hey, | hey, | hey. |
358. Seemann (deine Heimat ist das Meer)
| Seemann, lass das | Träumen, | Denk nicht an zu | Haus. |
| Seemann, Wind und | Wellen, | Rufen | Dich hin | aus. |
| Deine Heimat ist das | Meer - Deine Freunde sind die | Sterne. |
| Über Rio und Schang | hai, | Über Bali und Ha | waii. |
| Deine Liebe ist dein | Schiff - Deine Sehnsucht ist die | Ferne. |
| Und nur ihnen bist du | treu - ein | Leben | lang. |
| Seemann, lass das | Träumen, | Denke nicht an | mich. |
| Seemann, denn die | Fremde - | Wartet | schon auf | dich. |
| Deine Heimat ist das | Meer - Deine Freunde sind die | Sterne. |
| Über Rio und Schang | hai, | Über Bali und Ha | waii. |
| Deine Liebe ist dein | Schiff - Deine Sehnsucht ist die | Ferne. |
| Und nur ihnen bist du | treu - ein | Leben | lang. |
359. Seven Drunken Nights
| As | I went home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be, |
| I | saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be. |
| Well I | called me wife and said to her: Will you | kindly tell to me: |
| Who | owns that horse outside the door where | my old horse should | be? |
| Ha! | you're drunk, you're drunk, you silly old fool, still you cannot see, |
| That's a lovey sow that me | mother sent to me! |
| Well it's | many a day I travelled, a hundred miles or more, |
| But a saddle on a sow I | never saw be | fore. |
| And as I went home on Tuesday night as drunk as drunk could be, |
| I saw a coat behind the door where my old coat should be. |
| Well I called me wife and said to her: Will you kindly tell to me: |
| Who owns that coat behind the door where my old coat should be? |
| Ha! You're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, and still you cannot see, |
| That's the wollen blanket that me mother sent to me! |
| Well it's many a day I travelled, a hundred miles or more, |
| But buttons on a blanket sure I never saw before. |
| And as I came home on Wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be, |
| I saw a pipe upon the chair, where my own pipe should be. |
| Well I called me wife and said to her: Would you kindly tell to me: |
| Who owns that pipe upon the chair where my own pipe should be? |
| Ha! You're drunk, you're drunk, you silly old fool, and still you cannot see, |
| That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me. |
| 'Well it's many a day I travelled,a hundred miles or more, |
| But tobacco in a tin whistle sure I never saw before. |
| And as I went home on Thursday night as drunk as drunk could be, |
| I saw two boots beneath the bed where my own boots should be. |
| Well I called me wife and said to her: Will you kindly tell to me: |
| Who owns them boots beneath the bed where my own boots should be? |
| Ha! You're drunk, you're drunk, you silly old fool still you cannot see, |
| Thats two lovely geranium pots me mother gave to me, |
| 'Well its many a day I travelled,a hundred miles or more, |
| But laces on a geranium pot sure I never saw before, |
| And as I went home on a Friday night as drunk as drunk could be, |
| I saw a head upon the bed where my own head should be, |
| Well I called me wife and said to her will you kindly tell to me, |
| Who owns that head upon the bed where my own head should be, |
| Ha! You're drunk, you're drunk, you silly old fool and still you cannot see, |
| That's a baby boy that me mother sent to me. |
| Well it's many a day I travelled, a hundred miles or more, |
| But a baby boy with whiskers sure I never saw before. |
| As I went home on Saturday night as drunk as drunk could be, |
| I saw two hands upon her breasts where my own hands should be. |
| Well I called me wife and said to her: Will you kindly tell to me: |
| Who owns them hands upon your breasts where my own hands should be? |
| Ha! You're drunk, you're drunk, you silly old fool and still you cannot see, |
| That's a lovely night gown me mother sent to me. |
| Well it's many a day I travelled, a hundred miles or more, |
| But fingers on a night gown I never saw before. |
| As I went home on Sunday night as drunk as drunk could be, |
| I saw a thing inside her thing where my own thing should be, |
| Well I called me wife and said to her: Will you kindly tell to me: |
| Who owns that thing in your thing where my own thing should be? |
| Ha! You're drunk, you're drunk, you silly old fool and still you cannot see, |
| That's a lovely tin whistle me mother sent to me. |
| Well it's many a day I travelled, a hundred miles or more, |
| But hair on a tin whistle sure I never saw before. |
Shangri-La#begin#end
360. Shapes Of Things
| / / / / |
| Shapes - Of | things before my | eyes |
| Just | teach me to des | pise - Will | time make man more | wise |
| Here - With | in my lonely | frame |
| My | eyes just hurt my | brain - But | will they see the | same |
| Come tomorrow - | Will I be older |
| Come tomorrow - | May be a soldier |
| Come tomorrow - | Will I be bolder - | Than to | day? |
| Now - The trees are almost green |
| But will they still be seen - Where time and tide have been |
| Fallen - Into your passing hands |
| Please don't destroy these lands - Don't make them desert sands |
| Come tomorrow - Will I be older |
| Come tomorrow - May be a soldier |
| Come tomorrow - Will I be bolder - Than today? |
| Soon - I hope that I will find |
| Loves deep within my mind - That won't disgrace my kind | / / / / / / / / |
361. Shenandoah
| Oh Shenandoah, I | long to | hear | you! |
| Far a | way you rollin | river |
| Oh | Shenandoah, I | long | to see | you |
| a | way, I'm A | way |
| A | cross the | wide | Miss | ouri |
| The Missouri, is a mighty river |
| Far away, you rollin river |
| With indians camped, along her borders |
| Away, I'm bound away |
| Across the wide Missouri |
| Well a white man, loved an indian maiden |
| Far away, you rollin river |
| With notions, his canoe was laiden |
| Away, I'm bound away |
| Across the wide Missouri |
| Oh Shenandoah, I love your daughter |
| Far away, you rollin river |
| It was for her, I crossed the water |
| Away, I'm bound away |
| Across the wide Missouri |
| Well its fair the well, I'm bound to leave you |
| Far away, you rollin river |
| Oh Shenandoah, I will not deceive you |
| Away, I'm bound away |
| Across the wide Missouri |
362. Über sieben Brücken
| Manchmal geh ich meine Straße | ohne | Blick, |
| Manchmal wünsch ich mir mein | Schaukelpferd zurück; |
| Manchmal bin ich ohne | Rast und Ruh, |
| Manchmal | schließ ich alle Türen | nach mir zu. |
| Manchmal ist mir kalt und manch | mal | heiß. |
| Manchmal weiß ich nicht mehr | was ich weiß, |
| Machmal | bin ich schon am | Morgen | müd'. |
| und dann such ich | Trost in einem | Lied. |
| Über | sieben Brüc | ken musst du | geh'n, |
| Sieben | dunkle | Jahre über | steh'n. |
| Sieben mal wirst | du die Asche | sein; |
| Aber | einmal auch der | helle | Schein! |
| Manchmal scheint die Uhr des Lebens still zu steh'n, |
| Manchmal scheint man immer nur im Kreis zu geh'n. |
| Manchmal ist man wie von Fernweh krank, |
| Manchmal sitzt man still auf einer Bank. |
| Manchmal greift man nach der ganzen Welt. |
| Manchmal meint man dass der Glücksstern fällt; |
| Manchmal nimmt man wo man lieber gibt, |
| Manchmal hasst man das, was man doch liebt. |
| |: Über sieben Brücken musst du geh'n, |
| Sieben dunkle Jahre übersteh'n. |
| Sieben Mal wirst du die Asche sein; |
| Aber einmal auch der helle Schein! :| |
363. Singapur
| Wir legen | ab und fahr'n nach | Singapur |
| mit einem | Schiff aus | schäbigem | Holz. |
| Auch wenn der | Wind uns das | Segel zerreißt, |
| wir müssen | weiter, immer | weiter, was | soll's. |
| Der Heizer aus China will nach Hause, |
| bläst der Wind nicht, kriegt er viel zu tun. |
| Uns're Weisheiten jagt er durch die Dampfmaschine, |
| ist gegen Pocken, Maden, Pest immun. |
| Der Schiffskoch, gebor'n auf Sizilien, |
| hat längst die Weltrezeptur erkannt. |
| Segelnd über die Meere, |
| trägt er die Botschaft in ein fernes Land. |
| Der Steuermann nennt sich Napoleon, |
| gespalten brüllt er in die Nacht. |
| Kommt er müde aus der Schlacht wieder zu sich, |
| wird das Steuer mit 'nem Strick festgemacht. |
| Und das Kommando führt ein deutscher Käpt'n, |
| sein linkes Bein hat er im Krieg verlor'n. |
| Lange schon keine Heimat mehr, |
| er will in Singapur ein Leben von vorn. |
| Von der Segelspitze | bis zum Kiel |
| auf diesem Schiff haben | alle dasselbe Ziel. |
| All' uns're Träume | und fernen Gedanken |
| fallen in der Nacht mit dem Regen | auf hölzerne Planken, |
| fallen in der Nacht mit dem Regen | auf hölzerne Planken. |
| Wir legen ab und fahr'n nach Singapur |
| mit einem Schiff aus schäbigem Holz. |
| Auch wenn der Wind uns das Segel zerreißt, |
| wir müssen weiter, immer weiter, was soll's. |
| Wir müssen weiter, immer weiter, was soll's... |
364. Sitting on the Dock of the Bay
| / / / / | Sitting in the morning | sun - I'll be | sitting when the | eve | ning | comes |
| Watching the ships | roll in - And I | watch 'em roll a | way | a | gain |
| Sitting on the dock of the | bay - Watching the | tide roll a | way |
| I'm just | sitting on the dock of the | bay - Wasting | time |
| I | left my home in | Georgia - Headed | for the ' | Fris | co | bay |
| 'Cause I | had nothin to | live for - And look like | nothing's gonna | come | my | way! |
| So I'm just |
| Sitting on the dock of the bay wasting time. |
| Look | like | nothing's gonna change |
| Every | thing | still remains the same |
| I can't | do what | ten people tell | me to do |
| So I guess I'll re | main the same |
| Sittin here resting my | bones - And this | loneliness won't leave | me | a | lone |
| It's | two thousand miles I | roamed - Just to | make this dock | my a | - | home |
| Now, I'm just |
| Sitting on the dock of the bay wasting time. |
365. Sitting on a Fence
| Since I was | young I've been | very hard to | please |
| And I | don't know wrong from | right |
| But ther is one thing I could never understand |
| Some of the sick things that a girl does to a man |
| So I'm just | sitting on a | fence, | you can | say I got no | sense. |
| Tryin' to make | up my mind, it | really is so | hard to find, | I'm just | sitting on a | fence. |
| All of my | friends at school grew | up and settled | down. |
| And they | mortgaged up their | lives |
| One things not said too much, but I thin it's true: |
| They just get married 'cause there's nothing else to do! |
| So I'm just sitting on a fence, you can say I got no sense. |
| Tryin' to make up my mind, it really is so hard to find, I'm just sitting on a fence. |
| So I'm just sitting on a fence, you can say I got no sense. |
| Tryin' to make up my mind, it really is so hard to find, I'm just sitting on a fence. |
| The day may come when | you get old and | sick and tired of | life; |
| You just | never rea | lized: |
| Maybe the choice you made wasn't really right, |
| but you go out and you don't come back at night. |
| So I'm just sitting on a fence, you can say I got no sense. |
| Tryin' to make up my mind, it really is so hard to find, I'm just sitting on a fence. |
366. 16 Tons
| Now | some people say a man is | made out of | mud |
| But a | poor man's made out of | muscle and | blood |
| Muscle and blood - | skin and bones |
| A | mind that's weak and a | back that's | strong. |
| You load | sixteen tons, and | what do you | get - An | other day older and | deeper in | debt |
| Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause | I can't go - I | owe my soul to the | company | store. |
| I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shine |
| I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine |
| I loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal |
| And the straw boss hollered: "Well, a-bless my soul!" |
| You load sixteen tons, what do you get - Another day older and deeper in debt |
| Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go - I owe my soul to the company store |
| I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain. |
| Fightin' and trouble are my middle name. |
| I was raised in the bottoms by a momma hound. |
| I'm mean as a dog but I'm gentle as a lamb. |
| You load sixteen tons, what do you get - Another day older and deeper in debt |
| Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go - I owe my soul to the company store |
| If you see me comin', better step aside |
| A lotta men didn't, a lotta men died |
| One fist of iron, the other of steel |
| If the right one don't a-get you |
| Then the left one will |
| You load sixteen tons, what do you get - Another day older and deeper in debt |
| Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go - I owe my soul to the company store |
367. Sky Pilot
| He blesses the boys as they stand in line |
| They smell of gun grease and their bayonets they shine |
| He's there to help them all that he can |
| To make them feel wanted, he's a good holy man |
| Sky - | pi | lot, | Sky - | pi | lot! | How high can you | fly? |
| You'll | never (never) (never) reach the | sky! |
| He | smiles at the young soldiers, tells | them it's all right |
| He | knows of their fear in the | forthcoming flight |
| Soon there'll be blood and | many will die |
| Mothers and fathers back | home they will cry |
| Sky-pilot, Sky-pilot! How high can you fly? |
| You'll never (never) (never) reach the sky! |
| He mumbles a prayer and it ends with a smile |
| The order is given, they move down the line |
| But he stay'll behind and he'll meditate |
| But it won't stop the bleeding or ease the hate |
| As the young men move out into the battle zone |
| He feels good, with God you're never alone |
| He feels so tired and he lays on his bed |
| Hopes the men will find courage in the words that he said |
| Sky-pilot, Sky-pilot! How high can you fly? |
| You'll never (never) (never) reach the sky! |
| . | . | . | / / / / / / / | / | / / / / / / / | / |
| You're soldiers of God, you must understand |
| The fate of your country is in your young hands |
| May God give you strength, do your job real well |
| If it all was worth it, only time it will tell |
| In the morning they returned with tears in their eyes |
| The stench of death drifts up to the skies |
| A young soldier so ill looks at the Sky Pilot |
| Remembers the words, "Thou shalt not kill" |
| |: Sky-pilot, Sky-pilot! How high can you fly? |
| You'll never (never) (never) reach the sky! :| |
| You'll | never (never) | (never) reach the | sky... |
368. Slip Slidin' Away
| Slip sliding a | way, slip sliding a | way |
| You know the | near your desti | nation, the | more you slip | sliding a | way |
| Whoah and I know a | man, he came from my | hometown. |
| He wore his | passion for his | woman like a thorny | crown. |
| He said | Dolores, I live in | fear. |
| My love for | you's so over | powering, I'm | afraid that I | will dis | appear. |
| Slip sliding a | way, slip sliding a | way! |
| You know the | near your desti | nation, the | more you slip | sliding a | way. |
| I know a woman, (who) became a wife; |
| These are the very words she uses to describe her life. |
| She said a good day ain't got no rain |
| She said a bad day is when I lie in the bed; And I think of things that might have been |
| Slip sliding away, slip sliding away. |
| You know the nearer your destination, the more you slip sliding away. |
| And I know a father who had a son. |
| He longed to tell him all the reasons for the things he'd done. |
| He came a long way just to explain; |
| He kissed his boy as he lay sleeping, Then he turned around and he headed home again |
| Slip sliding away, slip sliding away. |
| You know the nearer your destination, the more you slip sliding away. |
| Slip sliding away, slip sliding away. |
| You know the nearer your destination, the more you slip sliding away. |
| Whoah God only knows, God makes his plan. |
| The information's unavailable to the mortal man. |
| We're workin' our jobs, collect our pay. |
| Believe we're gliding down the highway, when in fact we're slip sliding away. |
| Slip sliding away, slip sliding away. |
| You know the nearer your destination, the more you slip sliding away. |
| Slip sliding away, slip sliding away. |
| You know the nearer your destination, the more you slip sliding away. |
369. Sloop John B.
| We | come on the Sloop John B. |
| My | grandfather and me. |
| Around Nassau town we did | roam. |
| Drinkin' all | night, |
| Got into a | fight. |
| Well I | feel so broke | up, |
| I want to go | home. |
| So hoist up the John B's sail |
| See how the mainsail sets |
| Call for the captain ashore |
| Let me go home, let me go home |
| I wanna go home, yeah yeah |
| Well I feel so broke up |
| I wanna go home |
| The first mate he got drunk |
| Broke up the captain's trunk. |
| The constable had to come and take him away. |
| Sheriff John Stone, |
| Why don't you leave me alone, |
| I feel so broke up - |
| I want to go home. |
| So hoist up the John B's sail... |
| The poor cook he caught the fits, |
| threw 'way all my grits. |
| Then he took and ate up all of my corn. |
| Let me go home, I want to go home. |
| This is the worst trip I've ever been on! |
| So hoist up the John B's sail... |
370. Smoke On the Water
| We all came down to Montreux On the Lake Ge | neva | shoreline. |
| To make records with the mobile, We didn't | have much | time. |
| Frank Zappa and the mothers Were at the best | place a | round. |
| But some stupid with a flare-gun Burned the place | to the | ground |
| Smoke on the | water - | A fire in the sky. | Smoke on the | water! |
| They burned down the gambling house, It died with an awful sound. |
| A funky Claude was running in and out, Pulling kids out the ground. |
| When it all was over, We had to find another place. |
| But Swiss time was running out, It seemed that we would lose the race. |
| Smoke on the water - A fire in the sky. Smoke on the water! |
| We ended up at the Grand Hotel, It was empty cold and bare. |
| But with the rolling truck stones thing outside Making our music there. |
| With a few red lights and a few old beds, We made a place to sweat. |
| No matter what we get out of this, I know well never forget: |
| Smoke on the water - A fire in the sky. Smoke on the water! |
371. So Long, Marianne
| Come | over to the window, my little | darling, | I'd like to try to read your | palm. |
| I used to think I was some kind of | Gypsy boy, | Before I let you take me | home. |
| So long, Marianne, | it's time that we began to |
| Laugh | and | cry | and | cry | and | laugh a | bout it all a | gain. |
| Well you know that I love to live with you, but you make me forget so very much. |
| I forget to pray for the angels and then the angels forget to pray for us. |
| So long, Marianne, it's time that we began to |
| Laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again. |
| We met when we were almost young, deep in the green lilac park. |
| You held on to me like I was a crucifix, as we went kneeling through the dark. |
| So long, Marianne, it's time that we began to |
| Laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again. |
| Your letters they all say that you're beside me now, Then, why do I feel alone? |
| I'm standing on a ledge and your fine spider web is fastening my ankle to a stone. |
| So long, Marianne, it's time that we began to |
| Laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again. |
| For now I need your hidden love, I'm cold as a new razor blade. |
| You left when I told you I was curious, I never said that I was brave. |
| So long, Marianne, it's time that we began to |
| Laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again. |
| Oh, you are really such a pretty one; I see you've gone and changed your name again. |
| And just when I climbed this whole mountainside, to wash my eyelids in the rain! |
| So long, Marianne, it's time that we began to |
| Laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again. |
| Oh your eyes, well I forgot Your eyes; Your body's at home in every sea. |
| How come you gave away your news to everyone, that you said was a secret for me. |
| So long, Marianne, it's time that we began to |
| laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again. |
| If you leave, where will I keep you then? In my heart as some men say. |
| But I who was born to love everyone, why should I keep you so far away? |
| So long, Marianne, it's time that we began to |
| laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again. |
372. Something
| Something in the way she | moves |
| Attracts me like no other | lover. |
| Something in the way she | woos me: |
| I don't want to leave her now |
| You know I believe and how! |
| Somewhere in her smile she knows |
| That I don't need no other lover. |
| Something in her style that shows me: |
| I don't want to leave her now |
| You know I believe and how! |
| You're asking me, will my love | grow? |
| I don't | know, | I don't | know! |
| You stick around now it may | show: |
| I don't | know, | I don't | know! |
| Something in the way she knows - And all I have to do is think of her. |
| Something in the things she shows me: |
| I don't want to leave her now - You know I believe and how! |
373. Sounds of Silence
| Hello darkness my old | friend, I've come to talk with you a | gain. |
| Because a | vision soft | ly cree | ping - Left it's seed while I | was slee | ping, |
| And the vis | ion that was planted in my | brain - Still re | mains: |
| Within the | sounds of | silence. |
| In restless dreams I walked alone, Narrow streets of cobble stone. |
| 'Neath the halo of a street lamp, I turned my collar to the cold and damp, |
| When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light - That split the night: |
| And touched the sounds of silence. |
| And in the naked light I saw Ten thousand people, maybe more. |
| People talking without speaking, People hearing without list'ning, |
| People writing songs that voices never shared, No one dare: |
| Disturb the sounds of silence. |
| "Fools!" said I, "you do not know, Silence like a cancer grows. |
| Hear my words that I might teach you, Take my arms that I might reach you." |
| But my word like silent raindrops fell - |
| And echoed in the wells of silence. |
| And the people bowed and prayed To the neon gods they made. |
| And the sign flashed out it's warning, In the words that it was forming, |
| And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls |
| - And tenement halls." |
| And whispered in the sounds of silence. |
374. Space Oddity
| Ground control to Major | Tom, | ground control to Major | Tom: |
| Take your | protein pills and | put your helmet on. |
| Ground control to Major | Tom: | commencing countdown engine's | on |
| Check ig | nition and may | God's love be with you. |
| This is ground control to Major | Tom, you've really made the | grade! |
| And the | papers want to | know whose shirts you | wear, now it's | time to leave the | capsule if you | dare. |
| This is Major Tom to ground con | trol, I'm stepping through the | door |
| And I'm | floating in the | most peculiar | way and the | stars look very | different to | day. |
| For | here am I | sitting in a tin can, | far above the | world |
| Planet Earth is | blue and there's | nothing I can | do |
| Though I've passed one hundred thousand | miles, I'm feeling very | still, |
| And I | think my spaceship | knows which way to | go, tell my | wife I love her | very much she | knows. |
| Ground control to | Major Tom: Your | circuit's dead, there's | something wong. |
| Can you | hear me Major Tom? Can you | hear me Major Tom? |
| Can you | hear me Major Tom? Can you - |
| Here am I | floating round my tin can, | far above the | moon. |
| Planet Earth is | blue and there's | nothing I can | do. |
375. Speedy Gonzales
| La la | la, la la la la la la | la | La la la la la la | la | La la la la la la | la |
| You'd better come home, Speedy Gon | zales - Away from Cannery | Row |
| Stop all your | drinkin' - With that floozie named | Flo |
| Come on home to your a | dobe - And slap some mud on the | wall |
| The roof is leakin' like a | strainer | - | There's lots of roaches in the | hall |
| Speedy Gon | zales (Speedy Gonzales) - Why don't you come | home? |
| Speedy Gon | zales (Speedy Gonzales) - How come you leave me all a | lone? |
| La la | la, la la la la la la | la | La la la la la la | la | La la la la la la | la |
| Your dog is gonna have a | puppy - And we're runnin' out of | Coke |
| No enchiladas in the | icebox - And the television's | broke |
| I saw some lipstick on your | sweatshirt - I smell some perfume in your | ear |
| Well, if you're gonna keep a- | messin' | - | Don't bring your business back-a | here |
| Speedy Gon | zales (Speedy Gonzales) - Why don't you come | home? |
| Speedy Gon | zales (Speedy Gonzales) - How come you leave me all a | lone? |
| La la | la, la la la la la la | la | La la la la la la | la | La la la la la la | la |
376. Spicks and Specks
| Where is the | sun that | shone on my | head? |
| The sun in my | life, it is | dead, it is | dead. |
| Where is the | light that would | stay in my | street, |
| And where are the | friends I could | meet, I could | meet? |
| Where are the | girls I | left far | behind? |
| The spicks and the | specks of the | girls on my | mind? |
| Where is the | sun that | shone on my | head? |
| The sun in my | life, it is | dead, it is | dead |
| Where are the | girls I | left far be | hind, |
| The spicks and the | specks of the | girls on my | mind? |
| Where are the | girls I | left far be | hind, |
| The spicks and the | specks of the | girls on my | mind? |
| Where is the | girl I have | loved all a | long? |
| The girl that I | love, she is | gone, she is | gone! |
| All of my | life I've | tossed with the | day, |
| The spicks and the | specks of my | life gone a | way! |
| All of my | life I've | tossed with the | day, |
| The spicks and the | specks of my | life gone a | way! |
| Where is the | sun that | shone on my | head? |
| The sun in my | life, it is | dead, it is | dead! |
377. Spiel nicht mit den Schmuddelkindern
| Spiel nicht mit den | Schmuddelkindern, | sing nicht ihre | Lieder, |
| geh doch | in die | Oberst | adt, | mach’s wie | deine | Brü- | ü- | ü- | der! |
| So | sprach die Mutter, | sprach der Vater, | lehrte der Pas | tor, |
| er schlich | aber i | mmer | wieder | durch das | Garten | tor, |
| und in die Kaninchenställe, | wo sie Sechsundsechzig spielten |
| um Tabak und Rattenfelle, | Mädchen unter Röcke schielten. |
| Wo auf alten Bretterkisten | Katzen in der Sonne dösten, |
| wo man, wenn der Regen rauschte, | Engelbert, dem Blöden, lauschte, |
| der auf einen Haarkamm biss, | Rattenfänger | lieder | blies. |
| Abends am Fa | milientisch, nach dem Ge | bet zum Mahl, |
| hieß es dann:„Schon wieder riechst du | nach Kaninchens | tall!“ |
| Spiel nicht mit den Schmuddelkindern, sing nicht ihre Lieder, |
| geh doch in die Oberstadt, mach’s wie deine Brü-ü-ü-der! |
| Sie | trieben ihn in | eine Schule | in der Ober | stadt, |
| kämmten | ihm die | Haare u | nd die | krause | Sprache | glatt. |
| Lernte Rumpf und Wörter beugen | und statt Rattenfängerweisen |
| musste er das Largo geigen | und vor dürren Tantengreisen |
| unter roten Rattenwimpern | par coeur Kinderszenen klimpern, |
| und, verklemmt in Viererreihen, | Knochen morsch und morscher schreien, |
| zwischen Fahnen aufgestellt, | brüllen, dass man | Freundschaft | hält. |
| Schlich er manchmal | abends zum Ka | ninchenstall davon, |
| dann | hockten da die Schmuddelkinder, | sangen voller | Hohn. |
| Spiel nicht mit den Schmuddelkindern, sing nicht ihre Lieder, |
| geh doch in die Oberstadt, mach’s wie deine Brü-ü-ü-der! |
| Aus | Rache ist er | reich geworden, | in der Ober | stadt, |
| da hat er | sich ein | Haus ge | baut, nahm | jeden | Tag ein | Bad. |
| Roch, wie bessre Leuten riechen, | lachte fett, wenn alle Ratten |
| ängstlich in die Gullys wichen, | weil sie ihn gerochen hatten. |
| Und Kaninchenställe riss er | ab, an ihre Stelle |
| ließ er | Gärten für die Kinder bauen, | liebte hochgestellte Frauen, |
| schnelle Wagen und Musik, | blond und laut und | honig | dick. |
| Kam sein Sohn, der | Nägelbeißer, | abends spät zum Mahl, |
| dann | roch er an ihm, schlug ihn, schrie: „Stinkst | nach Kaninchen | stall.“ |
| Spiel nicht mit den Schmuddelkindern, sing nicht ihre Lieder, |
| geh doch in die Oberstadt, mach’s wie deine Brü-ü-ü-der! |
| Und | eines Tages | hat er eine | Kurve glatt ver | fehlt, |
| man hat | ihn aus | einem | Ei von | Schrott he | rausge | pellt. |
| Als er später durch die Straßen | hinkte, sah man ihn an Tagen |
| auf 'nem Haarkamm Lieder blasen, | Rattenfell am Kragen tragen. |
| Hinkte hüpfend hinter Kindern, | wollte sie am Schulgang hindern, |
| und strich um Kaninchenställe, | eines Tags, in aller Helle, |
| hat er dann ein Kind betört | und in einen | Stall ge | zerrt. |
| Seine Leiche | fand man, die im | Rattenteich 'rum schwamm, |
| und | d'rum herum die Schmuddelkinder | bliesen auf dem | Kamm: |
| Spiel nicht mit den Schmuddelkindern, sing nicht ihre Lieder, |
| geh doch in die Oberstadt, mach’s wie deine Brü-ü-ü-der! |
378. Spirit in the Sky
| When I die and they lay me to rest, Gonna go to the | place that's best. |
| When they lay me | down to die, | Goin on up to the spirit in the | sky. |
| Goin on up to the spirit in the sky. That's where I'm gonna go, | when I die. |
| When I die and they l | ay me to rest, I'm gonna | go to the place that's the | best. |
| Prepare yourself, you know it's a must, Gotta have a friend in Jesus. |
| So you know that when you die, It's gonna recommend you to the spirit in the sky. |
| Goin on up to the spirit in the sky. That's where you're gonna go, when you die. |
| When I die and they lay me to rest, I'm gonna go to the place that's the best. |
| Never been a sinner, I've never sinned. I've got a friend in Jesus. |
| So you know that when I die, It's gonna set me up with the spirit in the sky. |
| Goin on up to the spirit in the sky. That's where you're gonna go, when you die. |
| When I die and they lay me to rest, I'm gonna go to the place that's the best. |
379. Spoonful
| Could fill spoons full of diamonds, Could fill spoons full of gold. |
| Just a little spoon of your precious love - Will satisfy my soul. |
| Men lies about it - Some of them cries about it - Some of them dies about it: |
| Everything's a fightin' about the spoonful. |
| That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful! |
| That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful! |
| That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful! |
| That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful! |
| Could fill spoons full of coffee, Could fill spoons full of tea, |
| Just a little spoon of your precious love: Is that enough for me? |
| Men lies about it - Some of them cries about it - Some of them dies about it: |
| Everything's a fightin' about the spoonful. |
| That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful |
| That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful |
| That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful |
| That spoon, that spoon... |
| Could fill spoons full of water, Save them from the desert sands. |
| But a little spoon of your forty five - Saved you from another man. |
| Men lies about it - Some of them cries about it - Some of them dies about it: |
| Everything's a fightin' about it. |
| Everything's a cryin' about it, Everything's a, everything's a dyin' about it. |
| Everything's a cryin' about it, Everything's a lyin' about it. |
| Little, little - Spoonful, spoonful. |
| Everybody's a dyin' about it, Alright just tryin' about it. |
| That spoon, that spoon, that... |
| Little a spoon, little a spoon, little a... |
| Little a spoon, little a spoon, little a spoonful! |
| That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful. |
| That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful. |
| Every thing's a dyin' about it, yea! |
380. St. James Infirmary
| I went | down to | old Joe's | barroom, On the corner | by the | square. |
| Well, the | drinks were | served as | usual, And the | usual | crowd was | there, |
| And the | usual | crowd was | there. |
| In a | corner stood | old Joe Mc | Kennedy, His eyes all | bloodshot and | red. |
| He | turned to the | crowd a | round him, And | these were the | words he | said, |
| And | these were the | words he | said: |
| I | went to | St. James in | firmary, I saw my | baby | there. |
| She was | layed out on a | long white | table, |
| So | sweet, so | cold, so | fair, | So | sweet, so | cold, so | fair! |
| Went up to see the doctor, "She's very low," he said; |
| Went back to see my baby: |
| Good God! She's lying there dead! Good God! She's lying there dead! |
| "Let her go, let her go, God bless her, Wherever she may be! |
| She can search this wide world over, |
| And never find a man like me, And never find a man like me! |
| Well, if I die, please won't you bury me With my high top Stetson hat! |
| Put a twenty Dollar gold piece on my watchchain, |
| to let the boys know that I'm standing pat, to let the boys know that I'm standing pat! |
| Get six gamblers to carry my coffin, Let six pretty girls sing me a song! |
| Put a dixieland band behind my hearse wagon, |
| To raise Hell while they roll me along, To raise Hell while they roll me along |
| Now that's the end of my story; Let's have another round of booze |
| And if anyone should ask you: |
| I've got the St. James Infirmary blues, I've got the St. James Infirmary blues! |
| Let her go, let her go, God bless her,... |
381. Strawberry Fields Forever for Dummies
| Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going | to Strawberry Fields, | Nothing is real, |
| And | nothing to get | hung about - | Strawberry Fields for | ever |
| Living is | easy with | eyes closed, | Misunder | standing all you | see . |
| It's getting | hard to be some | one but it all works | out, | It doesn't | matter much to | me. |
| Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going | to Strawberry Fields, | Nothing is real, |
| And | nothing to get | hung about - | Strawberry Fields for | ever |
| No one I | think is in | my tree, | I mean it | must be high or | low; |
| That is, you | can't you know tune | in but it's all | right, | That is, I | think it's not too | bad. |
| Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going | to Strawberry Fields, | Nothing is real, |
| And | nothing to get | hung about - | Strawberry Fields for | ever |
| Always | know, some | times think it's me, | But you know I | know when it's a | dream. |
| I think a " | No" will be a " | Yes", but it's all | wrong, | That is, I | think I dis | agree. |
| Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going | to Strawberry Fields |
| Nothing is real, and | nothing to get | hung about - | Strawberry Fields for | ever |
| Strawberry Fields for | ever - | Strawberry Fields for | ever |
382. Street Fighting Man
| Everywhere I hear the sound of marching charging feet, | boy. |
| Cause summer's here and the time is right for fighting in the street, | boy. |
| But what can a poor boy do |
| Except to sing for a rock'n'roll band? |
| Cause in sleepy London town there's just no place for |
| Street fighting | man, no! |
| Hey think the time is right for valorious revolu-ution. |
| But where I live the game to play is compromise solu-ution. |
| But what can a poor boy do |
| Except to sing for a rock'n'roll band? |
| Cause in sleepy London town there's just no place for |
| Street fighting man, no! |
| Hey so my name has caused distu-urbance. |
| I shout and scream, I kill the King, I rail at all his se-ervants. |
| But what can a poor boy do |
| Except to sing for a rock'n'roll band? |
| Cause in sleepy London town there's just no place for |
| Street fighting man, no! |
| Get down! |
383. Streets of London
| Have you seen the | old man in the | closed down | market, |
| kicking up the | paper with his | worn out | shoes. |
| In his eyes you | see no pride, | hand held loosely | at his side, |
| Yestedrays | paper telling | yesterdays | news. |
| So | how can you | tell me you're | lo-one- | ly - | And say for you that the sun don't | shine. |
| Let me take you | by the hand - And | lead you through the | streets of London: |
| I'll show you | something to | make to change your | mind. |
| Have you seen the old girl who walks the streets of London, |
| Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags. |
| She's no time for talkin' she just keep right on walking, |
| Carrying her home in two carrier bags. |
| So how can you tell me you're lonely - And say for you that the sun don't shine. |
| Let me take you by the hand - And lead you through the streets of London: |
| I'll show you something to make to change your mind. |
| In the allnight cafe at a quarter past eleven, |
| the same old man sitting there on his own. |
| Looking at the world over the rim of his tea cup, |
| Each tea lasts an hour and he wanders home alone. |
| So how can you tell me you're lonely - Don't say for you that the sun don't shine. |
| Let me take you by the hand - And lead you through the streets of London: |
| I'll show you something to make to change your mind. |
| Have you seen the old man, outside the seaman's mission, |
| memory fading with the medal ribbons that he wears. |
| In our winter city the rain cries a little pity |
| For one more forgotten hero and a world that doesn't care. |
| So how can you tell me you're lonely - And say for you that the sun don't shine. |
| Let me take you by the hand - And lead you through the streets of London: |
| I'll show you something to make to change your mind. |
384. Substitute
| You think we | look pretty good to | gether. |
| You think my | shoes are made of | leather. |
| But I'm a | substi | tute | for an | other | guy; |
| I look pretty | tall | but my | heels | are | high; |
| The simple things you | see | are | all com | pli | cated |
| I look | pret- | ty | young | but I'm | just back | dat- | - | ed, yeah! |
| Substi | tute - | your | lies for fact! |
| Substi | tute - | I see right through your | plastic mac! |
| Substi | tute - | I look all white but my | dad was black! |
| Substi | tute - | my fine looking suit's really | made out of sack! |
| I was born with a plastic spoon in my mouth. |
| The north side of my town faced east, And the east was facing south. |
| And now you dare to look me in the eye, Those crocodile tears are what you cry! |
| If it's a genuine problem you won't try - To work it out at all, just pass it by, pass it by. |
| Substitute - me for him! Substitute - my Coke for gin! |
| Substitute - you for my Mum! Substitute - at least I'll get my washing done! |
| But I'm a substitute for another guy; I look pretty tall but my heels are high; |
| The simple things you see are all complicated; I look pretty young but I'm just back dated, yeah! |
| I was born with a plastic spoon in my mouth. |
| The north side of my town faced east, And the east was facing south. |
| And now you dare to look me in the eye; Those crocodile tears are what you cry! |
| If it's a genuine problem you won't try - To work it out at all, just pass it by, pass it by. |
| Substitute - me for him! Substitute - my Coke for gin! |
| Substitute - you for my Mum! Substitute - at least I'll get my washing done! |
| Substitute - your lies for fact! Substitute - I see right through your plastic mac! |
| Substitute - I look all white but my dad was black! |
| Substitute - my fine looking suit's really made out of sack! |
385. Sultans of Swing
| You get a | shiver in the dark, it's | raining in the | park, but | meantime: |
| South of the river you | stop and you | hold every | thing. |
| A band is blowing Dixie double | four time - | you feel alright when you hear that music | ring. |
| You step | inside but you | don't see | too many | faces; |
| Coming in out of the | rain and hear the | jazz go | down, |
| Competition in other | places - | but the horns keep blowing that | sound. |
| Way on downsouth - | way on downsouth - | London town. |
| You check out | guitar george | he knows | all the chords. |
| Mind his strictly rhythm | he doesn't | want to make it | cry or sing. |
| And an old guitar is | all he can afford - | when he gets up under the lights to play his | thing. |
| And Harry doesn't | mind | if he doesn't | make the scene; | he's got a daytime | job he's | doing al | right. |
| He can play the honky tonk like | anything - | saving it up for friday | night. |
| With the sultans - | with the sultans of | swing. |
| And a | crowd of young boys they're | fooling a | round in the | corner |
| Drunk and dressed in their | best brown | baggies and their | platform soles. |
| They don't give a damn about any | trumpet playing band - | It ain't what they call rock and | roll. |
| And the sultans - | yeah the sultans played | creole. |
| And then the man he | steps right | up to the | microphone; | and says at | last just as the | time bell | rings: |
| " | Goodnight now it's | time to go home." - | And he makes it fast with one more | thing: |
| "We are the sultans - | We are the sultans of | swing." |
386. Summer in the City
| Hot town, | summer in the city. |
| Back of my neck gettin' | dirty and grit | ty. |
| Been down | isn't it a pitty, |
| doesn't seem to be a | shadow in the ci | ty. |
| All around | people looking half dead, |
| walking on a sideway | hotter than a matchhead. |
| But at night it's a | diff'rent world, |
| Go out and | find a girl. |
| Come on, come on and | dance all night, |
| despite the head it'll | be all right. |
| And | baby don't you | know it's a pitty |
| That the | days can't | be like the night |
| in the | summer in the | city |
| in the | summer in the | city |
| Cool down, evenin' in the city. |
| Dressed so fine and lookin' so pretty. |
| Cool cat, lookin' for a kitty. |
| Gonna look in every corner of the city. |
| Till I'm wheezin' like a bus stop, |
| runnin' up the stairs gonna meet you on the rooftop. |
| But at night it's a diff'rent world... |
| Hot town, summer in the city... |
| But at night it's a diff'rent world... |
| Hot town, summer in the city... |
| But at night it's a diff'rent world... |
387. Summer Wine
| Strawberries, cherries and an | angel's kiss in spring. |
| My summer wine is really | made from all these things. |
| I walked in town on silver | spurs that jingled too. |
| A song that I had only | sang to just a few. |
| She saw my silver spurs and | said let's pass some time, |
| And I will give to you | summer wine. - | Ohh-oh-oh summer | wine. |
| Strawberries, cherries and an angel's kiss in spring. |
| My summer wine is really made from all these things. |
| Take off your silver spurs and and help me pass the time, |
| And I will give to you summer wine. - Ohh-oh-oh summer wine. |
| My eyes grew heavy and my lips they could not speak. |
| I tried to get up but I couldn't find my feet. |
| She reassured me with an unfamiliar line, |
| And then she gave to me more summer wine. - Ohh-oh-oh summer wine. |
| Strawberries, cherries and an angel's kiss in spring. |
| My summer wine is really made from all these things. |
| Take off your silver spurs and help me pass the time, |
| And I will give to you summer wine. - Ohh-oh-oh summer wine. |
| When I woke up the sun was shining in my eyes. |
| My silver spurs were gone, my head felt twice its size. |
| She took my silver spurs, a dollar and a dime, |
| And left me cravin' for more summer wine. - Ohh-oh-oh summer wine. |
| Strawberries, cherries and an angel's kiss in spring. |
| My summer wine is really made from all these things. |
| Take off your silver spurs and help me pass the time, |
| And I will give to you summer wine. - Ohh-oh-oh summer wine. |
388. Summertime
| Summer | time | , | and the l | ivin' is | easy, |
| Fish are | jum | pin', | and the cotton is | high. |
| Oh your daddy's | rich, | and your | ma, she's good | lookin', |
| So h | ush little | baby, | don't | you | cry. |
| One of these mornings, you're gonna wake up singing, |
| And you'll spread your wings, and you'll take to the sky. |
| But 'till that morning, there ain't nothing to harm you, |
| Your mamma and your papa gonna be standing by. |
| Summertime, and the livin' is easy, |
| Fish are jumpin', and the cotton is high. |
| Oh your daddy's rich, and your ma, she's good lookin', |
| So hush little baby, don't you cry. |
389. Summertime Blues
| / / / | / | / / / | / / / / | / | / / / | / |
| I'm a-gonna raise a fuss, I'm a-gonna raise a holler. |
| About a- | workin' all summer, just to try to earn a dollar. |
| Every time I call my baby, try to get a date; |
| My boss says: | No dice son, you gotta work late. | / / |
| Sometimes I wonder what I'm a-gonna do, |
| But there | ain't | no cure for the summertime blues! |
| / / / | / | / / / | / / / / | / | / / / | / |
| Well my ma' and pappa told me: Son, you gotta make some money |
| If you wanna use the car to go a-ridin' next sunday. |
| Well I didn't go to to work, told the boss I was sick! |
| So | you can't use the car 'cause you didn't work a lick! | / / |
| Sometimes I wonder what I'm a-gonna do, |
| But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues! |
| I'm gonna take two weeks, gonna have a fine vacation. |
| I'm gonna take my problem to the United Nations. |
| Well I called my congressman and he said; quote: |
| I'd | like to help you son, but you're too young to vote! | / / |
| Sometimes I wonder what I'm a-gonna do, |
| But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues! |
390. Sunny
| Sunny, | yesterday my | life was filled with | rain. |
| Sunny, | you smiled at me and | really eased the | pain. |
| Now the | dark days are done and the | bright days are near, |
| My | sunny one shines | so sincere, |
| Sunny, one so | true, - I love | you. |
| Sunny, thank you for the sunshine bouquet. |
| Sunny, thank you for the love you brought my way. |
| You gave to me your all and all, |
| And now I feel ten feet tall, |
| Sunny, one so true, - I love | you. |
| Sunny, | thank you for the | truth you let me | see. |
| Sunny, | thank you for the | facts from A to | Z. |
| My | life was torn like-a | windblown sand, then |
| A | rock was formed when | we held hands, |
| Sunny, one so | true, - I love | you. |
| Sunny, | thank you for that | smile upon your | face. |
| Sunny, | thank you for that | gleam that flows from | grace. |
| You're my spark of | nature's fire, |
| You're my sweet com | plete desire, |
| Sunny, one so | true, - I love | you. |
| Sunny, | yesterday all my | life was filled with | rain. |
| Sunny, | you smiled at me and | really, really eased the | pain. |
| Now the | dark days are done and the | bright days are near, |
| My | sunny one shines | so sincere, |
| Sunny, one so t | rue, - I love | you. |
| I love | you. |
391. Sunny Afternoon
| The | taxman's taken | all my dough And | left me in my | stately home, |
| Lazin' | on a | sunny | after | noon. |
| And I can't | sail my yacht, He's | taken every | thing I've got, |
| All I've | got's this | sunny | after | noon. |
| Save me, save me, save me from this gr | eed; I got a big | fat mama tryin' to break | me. |
| And I | love to live so | pleasantly - | Live this life of | luxu | ry; |
| Lazin' on a | sunny after | noon | - In the | summer | time. |
| My girlfriend's run off with my car And gone back to her ma and pa, |
| Tellin' tales of drunkenness and cruelty. |
| Now I'm sittin' here, Sippin' at my ice-cooled beer; |
| Lazing on a sunny afternoon. |
| Help me, help me, help me sail away. Who give me two good reasons why I are to stay? |
| 'Cause I love to live so pleasantly - Live this life of luxury; |
| Lazin' on a sunny afternoon - In the summertime. |
| In the summertime |
| Save me, save me, save me from this greed, I got a big fat mama tryin' to break me. |
| And I love to live so pleasantly - Live this life of luxury; |
| Lazin' on a sunny afternoon - In the summertime. |
| In the summertime... |
392. Sunshine of Your Love
| / / | / | / | / | / | / | / | / | / |
| It's getting | near | dawn |
| when | lights close | their | tired eyes |
| I'll | soon be | with | you my love |
| to | give you | my | dawn surprise |
| I'll | be with | you | darling soon |
| I'll | be with | you | when the stars start falling |
| I've been | waiting | so long |
| To be | where I'm | going |
| In the | sunshine of your | love |
| I'm | with you | my love |
| The | light shining | through | on you |
| Yes, I'm | with you | my | love |
| It's the | morning and just | we | two |
| I'll | stay with you darling | now |
| I'll | stay with you till my seeds are | dried up |
| I've been | waiting | so long |
| To be | where I'm | going |
| In the | sunshine of your | love |
393. Sunshine Superman
| Sunshine came softly through my - a-window today. |
| Could've tripped out easy a-but I've - a-changed my ways. |
| It'll take time I know it - but in a while: |
| You're gonna be mine - and I know it, we'll do it in style! |
| 'Cause I made my mind up you're | going to be mine! I'll tell you right | now: |
| Any trick in the book now baby; oh, that I can find! |
| Superman or Green Lantern ain't got a-nothin' on me. |
| I can make like a turtle and dive for a-pearls in the sea. |
| Ah-you can just sit there thinkin' on your velvet throne, Yes, |
| About all the rainbows say you can - a-have for your own |
| 'Cause I made my mind up you're going to be mine! I'll tell you right now: |
| Any trick in the book now baby; oh, that I can find! |
| Everybody's hustlin' just to have a little scene. |
| When I say we'll be cool I think that you know what I mean! |
| We stood on the beach at sunset, do you remember when? |
| I know a beach where baby - a-it never ends! |
| When you've made your mind up forever to be mine. Mm-hm-hm-hm. |
| I'll pick up your hand and slowly blow your little mind! |
| 'Cause I made my mind up: you're going to be mine! I tell you right now: |
| Any trick in the book now, baby, oh, that I can find! |
| Superman or Green Lantern ain't got a-nothin' on me. |
| I can make like a turtle and dive for your pearls in the sea. Yep. |
| Ah-you-you-you can just sit there a-thinkin' on your velvet throne, |
| About all the rainbows say you can - a-have for your own; |
| When you've made your mind up forever to be mine: Mm-hm-hm-hm. |
| I'll pick up your hand and slowly blow your little mind! |
| When you've made your mind up forever to be mine: I'll pick up your hand; |
| I'll pick up your hand and slowly blow your little mind! |
| Blow your little mind... |
394. Surfin' U.S.A.
| If everybody had an | ocean across the U.S. | A., |
| Then everybody'd be | surfin like Californ-i- | a. |
| You'd see em wearin' their | baggies. Huarachi sandals, | too. |
| A bushy bushy blonde | hairdo...Surfin' U.S | .A. |
| You'll catch em surfin' at | Del Mar...Ventura County | Line. |
| Santa Cruz and | Trestles...Australias Narabin | e. |
| All over Man | hattan, and down Doheny | way. |
| Everybody's gone | surfin'. Surfin' U.S. | A. |
| We'll all be plannin' out a | route...we're gonna take real | soon. |
| We're waxin' down our | surfboards. We can't wait for | June. |
| We'll all be gone for the | summer. We're on safari to | stay. |
| Tell the teacher we're | surfin'...Surfin U.S. | A. |
| At Haggartys and | Swamis...Pacific Pali | sades. |
| San Onofre and | Sunset...Redondo Beach, L. | A. |
| All over La | Jolla, and Waimea | Bay. |
| Everybody's gone | surfin'...Surfin U.S. | A. |
| We'll all be plannin' out a | route...we're gonna take real | soon. |
| We're waxin' down our | surfboards. We can't wait for | June. |
| We'll all be gone for the | summer. We're on safari to | stay. |
| Tell the teacher we're | surfin'...Surfin U.S. | A. |
| Everybody's gone | surfin'...Surfin U.S. | A. |
| Everybody's gone | surfin'...Surfin U.S. | A. |
395. Suzie Q.
| Oh, Suzie Q, oh Suzie Q, |
| Oh Suzie | Q, baby I love | you, | Suzie | Q! |
| I like the way you walk, I like the way you talk. |
| I like the way you | walk, I like the way you | talk, | Suzie | Q! |
| Say that you'll be true, say that you'll be true! |
| Say that you'll be | true and never leave me | blue | Suzie | Q! |
| Say that you'll be mine, say that you'll be mine! |
| Say that you'll be | mine, baby, all the | time | Suzie | Q! |
| huh - huh - huh |
| Oh, Suzie Q, oh Suzie Q, Oh Suzie Q, baby I love you, Suzie Q! |
| I like the way you walk, I like the way you talk. |
| I like the way you walk, I like the way you talk, Suzie Q! |
| Oh, Suzie Q, oh Suzie Q, Oh Suzie Q, baby I love you, Suzie Q! |
396. Suzanne
| Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river, |
| You can | hear the boat go by, and you spend the night beside her. |
| And you | know that she's half crazy, but that's why you want to be there |
| And she | feeds you tea and oranges that come | all the way from China. |
| And | when you mean to tell her that you | have no love to give her. |
| Then she | gets you on her wave-length |
| And she | lets the river answer that you’ve | always been her lover. |
| And you | want to travel with her, and you | want to travel blind, |
| And you | know she will trust you for you’ve | touched her perfect body |
| With your | mind. |
| And Jesus was a sailor when he walked upon the water. |
| And he spend a long time watching from his lonely wooden tower. |
| And when he knew for certain only drowning men could see him |
| He said: "All men will be sailors then until the sea shall free them". |
| But he himself was broken long bevor the sky war open |
| Forsaken, almost human, |
| He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone. |
| And you want to travel with him, and you want to travel blind |
| And you think maybe you'll trust him for he's touched you perfect body |
| With his mind. |
| Now Suzanne takes your hand and she leads you to the river |
| She is wearing rags and feathers from Salvation Army counters. |
| And the sun pours down like honey for our lady of the harbour, |
| and she shows you where to look among the garbage and the flowers. |
| There are heros in the seaweed, there are children in the morning |
| They are leaning out for love |
| And they will lean that way forever, while Suzanne holds the mirror. |
| And you want to travel with her, and you want to travel blind, |
| And you know that you can trust her for she's touched your perfect body |
| With her mind. |
397. Sway
| When marimba rhythms | start to play, | Dance with me, | make me sway. |
| Like a lazy ocean | hugs the shore, | Hold me close, | sway me more. |
| Like a flower bending | in the breeze, | Bend with me, | sway with ease. |
| When we dance you have a | way with me, | Stay with me, | sway with me. |
| Other dancers may | be on the floor, Dear but my eyes will | see only you. |
| Only you have the | magic technique, When we sway, I go | weak. |
| I can hear the sounds of | violins, | Long before, | it begins. |
| Make me thrill as only | you know how, | Sway me smooth, | sway me now. |
| Other dancers may | be on the floor, Dear but my eyes will | see only you. |
| Only you have the | magic technique, When we sway, I go | weak |
| I can hear the sounds of | violins, | Long before, | it begins. |
| Make me thrill as only | you know how, | Sway me smooth, | sway me now. |
| |: | You know how... | sway me smooth... | sway me now | :| |
398. ¿Quien será?:
| Quién será la que me | quiera a mí, | quién será, | quién será? |
| Quién será la que me | dé su amor, | quién será, | quién será? |
| Yo no sé si la po | dré encontrar, | yo no sé, | yo no sé. |
| Yo no sé si volve | ré a querer, | yo no sé, | yo no sé. |
| He querido vol | ver a vivir, la pasión y el ca | lor de otro amor, |
| de otro amor que me hi | ciera sentir, que me hiciera fe | liz, |
| como a | yer | lo | fui. |
| Quién será la que me | quiera a mí, | quién será, | quién será? |
| quién será la que me | dé su amor, | quién será, | quién será? |
399. Sympathy For The Devil
| Please allow me to intro | duce myself, I'm a | man of wealth and | taste. |
| I've been around for | long, long years, stolen | many a man's soul and | faith. |
| I was 'round when | Jesus Christ had his | moments of doubt and | pain. |
| Made damn' sure that | Pilate washed his | hands and sealed his | fate. |
| Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my | name, |
| But what's | puzzling you is the nature of my | game! |
| I stuck around St. Petersburg when I saw it was the time for a change. |
| Killed the Tsar and his ministers, Anastasia screamed in vain. |
| I rode a tank, held a general's rank, when the blitzkrieg raged, and the bodies stank. |
| Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name, |
| But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game! |
| I watched with glee how your kings and queens fought for ten decades for the gods they made. |
| I shouted out: "Who killed the Kennedys?", when after all, it was you and me. |
| Let me please introduce myself, I'm a man of wealth and taste, |
| And I lay traps for troubadours, who get killed before they reach Bombay. |
| Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name, |
| But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game! |
| ( | so | lo) |
| Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name, |
| But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game! |
| Just as every cop is a criminal, and all the sinners saints. |
| As heads is tails, just call me Lucifer, 'cos I'm in need of some restraint. |
| So if you meet me have some courtesy, have sympathy and some taste. |
| Use all your well-learned politesse, or I'll lay your soul to waste. |
| Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name, |
| But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game! |
| ( | so | lo) |
400. Süffelmann
| Mundharmonika ( Blues-Harp in D ) |
| Wenn man nach | tagelangem | Trinken wieder | nüchtern | wird, |
| dann | ist das meistens | gar nicht so | schön. |
| Da wird man | fahrig, zittrig, welk vor seinen | Richter geführt |
| und muß sich | ganz schön viele Peinlich | keiten eingestehn. |
| Aufstehn ist un | möglich, ob | wohl es besser | wär, |
| weil so im | Liegen hört der | Kater nicht | auf. |
| Man | grübelt völlig blöde im | Kreis hin und her, |
| mein Gott, wie | war das gestern abend und man | kommt einfach nicht drauf. |
| Schlechtes Ge | wissen, was hab ich bloß wieder alles er | zählt? |
| Ich nehme | an, ich hab ihr gestanden, dass sie mir ge | fällt. |
| Aber die | will halt nichts von so 'nem | Süffelmann, |
| und mir wird | klar, daß ich es ziemlich ver | gessen kann. |
| Scheiße, gestern abend hab ich | irgendwie noch dran geg | laubt. |
| Die | kuschelt sich jetzt grade an 'nen | anderen ran, |
| und an den | reich ich selbst wenn ich mich auf'n | Kopf stell nich' ran, |
| Scheiße, gestern abend hab ich | irgendwie noch dran ge | glaubt. |
| Vor mir liegt mal | wieder ein | endlos langer | Tag, |
| wenns einem | schlecht geht, ist man | meistens | allein. |
| Gibt nur | einen einz'gen Menschen, den ich | anrufen mag, |
| aber das | gäb 'ne Katastrophe, ich glaub, das | laß ich lieber sein. |
| Wenn | ich mich mir nur | vorstell, wie ich | dann am Hörer | häng, |
| plötzlich | krieg ich keinen | Ton mehr her | aus. |
| Der | Mund wird ganz trocken, der | Hals wird ganz eng, |
| da brauch ich | vorher was zu trinken, nee sonst | halt ich das nicht aus. |
| Wenn ich dran | denke, wie die grade für nen anderen Frühstück | macht. |
| Und der liegt noch im | Bett und schnarcht und furzt und träumt von mir und | lacht. |
| Hier der Gest | ank von kaltem Rauch, da der | Duft von Kaffee, |
| manchmal tut das Leben | ganz schön weh. |
| Scheiße, gestern abend hab ich | irgendwie noch dran ge | glaubt. |
| Die | lutscht dem grade liebevoll den | dicken Zeh, |
| Und ich | weiß noch nicht mal, ob ich sie je | wieder seh. |
| Scheiße, gestern abend hab ich | irgendwie noch dran ge | glaubt. |
| Scheiße, gestern abend hab ich | irgendwie noch dran ge | glaubt. |
| Wenn man nach | tagelangem | Trinken wieder | nüchtern | wird, |
| dann | ist das meistens | gar nicht so | schön. |
| Da wird man | fahrig, zittrig, welk vor seinen | Richter geführt |
| und muß sich | ganz schön viele Peinlich{A 5keiten eingestehn. |
| Aufstehn ist un | möglich, ob | wohl es besser | wär, |
| weil so im | Liegen hört der | Kater nicht | auf. |
| Man | grübelt völlig blöde im | Kreis hin und her, |
| mein Gott, wie | war das gestern abend und man {A 5kommt einfach nicht drauf. |
| Schlechtes Ge | wissen, was hab ich bloß wieder alles er | zählt? |
| Ich nehme | an, ich hab ihr gestanden, daß sie mir ge | fällt. |
| Aber die | will halt nichts von so 'nem | Süffelmann, |
| und mir wird | klar, daß ich es ziemlich ver | gessen kann. |
| Scheiße, gestern abend hab ich | irgendwie noch dran ge | glaubt. |
| Die | kuschelt sich jetzt grade an nen | anderen ran, |
| und an den | reich ich selbst wenn ich mich aufn | Kopf stell nich ran, |
| Scheiße, gestern abend hab ich | irgendwie noch dran geg | laubt. |
| Vor mir liegt mal | wieder ein | endlos langer | Tag, |
| wenns einem | schlecht geht, ist man | meistens | allein. |
| Gibt nur | einen einzgen Menschen, den ich | anrufen mag, |
| aber das | gäb 'ne Katastrophe, ich glaub, das | laß ich lieber sein. |
| Wenn | ich mich mir nur | vorstell, wie ich | dann am Hörer | häng, |
| plötzlich | krieg ich keinen | Ton mehr her | aus. |
| Der | Mund wird ganz trocken, der | Hals wird ganz eng, |
| da brauch ich | vorher was zu trinken, nee sonst | halt ich das nicht aus. |
| Wenn ich dran | 3denke, wie die grade für 'nen anderen Frühstück | macht. |
| Und der liegt noch im | Bett und schnarcht und furzt und träumt von mir und | lacht. |
| Hier der Gest | ank von kaltem Rauch, da der | Duft von Kaffee, |
| manchmal tut das Leben | ganz schön weh. |
| Scheiße, gestern abend hab ich | irgendwie noch dran ge | glaubt. |
| Die | lutscht dem grade liebevoll den | dicken Zeh, |
| Und ich | weiß noch nicht mal, ob ich sie je | wieder seh. |
| Scheiße, gestern abend hab ich | irgendwie noch dran geg | laubt. |
| Scheiße, gestern abend hab ich | irgendwie noch dran ge | glaubt. |
401. Mr. Tambourine Man
| Hey, Mr. | Tambourine Man, | play a song for | me, |
| I'm not | sleepy and there | is no place I'm | going to. |
| Hey, Mr. | Tambourine Man, | play a song for | me, |
| In the | jingle jangle | morning I'll come | followin' | you |
| Though I | know that evenin's | empire has | returned into | sand, | Vanished from my | hand, |
| Left me | blindly here to | stand but still not | sleeping. |
| My | weariness a | mazes me, I'm | branded on my | feet, -- I | have no one to | meet, |
| And the | ancient empty | street's too dead for | dreaming. |
| Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man... |
| Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship, my senses have been stripped, |
| My hands can't feel to grip, my toes too numb to step, |
| Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin'. |
| I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade into my own parade, |
| Cast your dancing spell my way, I promise to go under it. |
| Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man... |
| Though you might hear laughin', spinnin', swingin' madly across the sun, |
| It's not aimed at anyone , it's just escapin' on the run, and but for the sky there are no fences facin'. |
| And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme to your tambourine in time, |
| It's just a ragged clown behind, I wouldn't pay it any mind, |
| It's just a shadow you're seein' that he's chasing. |
| Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man... |
| Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind, |
| Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves, the haunted, frightened trees, |
| Out to the windy beach, far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow. |
| Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free, |
| Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands, with all memory and fate, |
| Driven deep beneath the waves, let me forget about today until tomorrow. |
| Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man... |
402. Taxi nach Paris
| Es ist nicht | spät genug nach | Haus zu | geh'n |
| und sie war | leicht und ich war | schön und | schön be | trunken. |
| Ich hab es | gern wenn sich zwei | Welten | drehn |
| und Sterne | funkeln wie La | ternen im | Dunkeln. |
| Man nahm uns | mit und ich | wußte wo | hin, |
| ich war so | wild nach fran | zösischen | Küssen. |
| Mona | Lisa steckte | mir die Zunge | raus |
| und im | Taxi nach | Paris hat sie mich | lächelnd ge | bissen. |
| In einem | Taxi | nach | Paris - | nur für | einen | Tag. |
| In einem | Taxi | nach | Paris - weil ich | Paris nun | mal so | mag. |
| In einem | Taxi | nach | Paris - und viel | leicht ein kleines | Rendezvous. |
| Das Taxi fuhr fort und ich blieb über Nacht, |
| und das Licht passiert nachts nur elektrisch. |
| Ich sprang in die Seine, ich stahl den Eifelturm |
| und als das Licht an ging hielt sie mich fest und sagte "Komm versteck dich". |
| In einem Taxi nach Paris - nur für einen Tag. |
| In einem Taxi nach Paris - weil ich Paris nunmal so mag. |
| In einem Taxi nach Paris - und vielleicht ein kleines Rendezvous. |
| Babadedubab |
| In einem Taxi nach Paris - nur für einen Tag. |
| In einem Taxi nach Paris - weil ich Paris nunmal so mag. |
| In einem Taxi nach Paris - und vielleicht ein kleines Rendezvous. |
403. Tent
| So, you've no rejection, shall we say... with the ladies... |
| Well, uh, sometimes I want to... All right, all right, ah ah ah ah ah... |
| I'm gonna get you in my | tent tent tent tent tent; |
| Where we can both experi | ment -ment -ment -ment -ment. |
| Yeah yay, it's so conveni | ent -ent -ent -ent - | ent. |
| Let's take a taxi through my tent |
| Oh, yay, my love is so in | scrutable, In a stoic sort of | way. |
| But, by baby, it's as | beautiful | - | As a tourniquet. |
| I'm gonna I'm gonna I'm gonna I'm gonna I'm gonna I'm gonna |
| I'm gonna get you in my | tent tent tent tent tent. |
| Whoa whoa, it's only common | sense sense sense. |
| I know that you won't mind the | stench stench stench | - | Of the sacrament! |
| I won't let this love de | stroy her, I can't control this para | noia. |
| I'll have to get a show biz | lawyer | - | To stop me! |
| Kill smash | smash thrill | spill drive | fight bite | trap scream | tear |
| scritch shout | Tent! Tent! Tent! Tent! |
| You'll be laughing like a | lunatic, That just got a | way. |
| Howling like a | hypocrite | - | At an auto-da-fe. |
| I'm gonna get you in my | tent tent tent tent tent. |
| We'll find out where the woozle | went went went went went. |
| We'll fill his footprints with ce | ment -ment -ment -ment; |
| We'll dance the tango in my tent! |
404. That'll Be the Day
| That'll be the day, when you say goodbye! |
| That'll be the day, when you make me cry! |
| You | say you're gonna leave, you know it's a lie: |
| 'Cause | that'll be the day-hey-hey | when I | die! |
| You gave me all your lovin', | and your turtle dovin'; |
| All your hugs and kisses, and | your money too! |
| You know you love me baby, and | still you tell me maybe |
| That someday well | I'll Be true, well: |
| That'll be the day, when you say goodbye! |
| That'll be the day, when you make me cry! |
| You | say you're gonna leave, you know it's a lie: |
| 'Cause | that'll be the day-hey-hey | when I | die! |
| That'll be the day, when you say goodbye! |
| That'll be the day, when you make me cry! |
| You | say you're gonna leave, you know it's a lie: |
| 'Cause | that'll be the day-hey-hey | when I | die! |
| When cupid shot his dart, he | shot it at your heart; |
| And we ever part then | I'll leave you! |
| You sit and hold me, you | tell me boldly: |
| That someday well | I'll be blue, well: |
| That'll be the day, when you say goodbye! |
| That'll be the day, when you make me cry! |
| You | say you're gonna leave, you know it's a lie: |
| 'Cause | that'll be the day-hey-hey | when I | die! |
| That'll be the day, Woooooo – Who! |
| That'll be the day, Woooooo – Who! |
| That'll be the day, Woooooo – Who! |
| That'll be the day, ... |
405. Remember the Alamo
| A | hundred and | eighty were | challenged by | Travers to | die, |
| by a | line that he | drew with his | sword as the | battle drew | nigh. |
| Every | man that stepped over the | line was for glory, and | he that was left better | fly, |
| and over the | line crossed one | hundred and | seventy | nine. |
| Hey, up Santa Anna, they're killing your soldiers be | low, |
| So the | rest of Texas will | know, | and re | member the | Alamo. |
| Jim | Bowie lay | dying, his | blood and his | powder were | dry, |
| but his knife had been | willing to | take him a | few in re | ply. |
| Young Davey Crockett lay | laughing and dying, the | blood and the sweat in his | eye, |
| for Texas and | freedom a | man was more | willing to | die. |
| Hey, up Santa Anna, they're killing your soldiers be | low, |
| So the | rest of Texas will | know, | and re | member the | Alamo. |
| A | courier | came, to | bellow once | bloody and | loud. |
| And found only | skin and | bones where he | once left a | crowd. |
| Fear | not, little darling, of | dying, if the | world is sovereign and | free, |
| well, we'll fight to the | last as | long as | liberty | be. |
| Hey, up Santa Anna, they're killing your soldiers be | low, |
| So the | rest of Texas will | know, | and remember the | Alamo. |
| And re | member the | Alamo! |
406. The Blues Had a Baby and They Called It Rock N' Roll
| Well, | all you people, you know the blues got a soul! |
| Well | this is a story, a story never been told. |
| Well, | the blues got pregnant - |
| And they | named the baby Rock and | Roll |
| Memphis Slim said it, you know the blues got a soul! |
| Pinetop said it, you know the blues got a soul! |
| Well, the blues it had a baby and they named that baby Rock and Roll. |
| Colonel Willis said it, you know the blues got a soul. |
| Jane Clark said it, you know the blues got a soul. |
| Well, the blues it had a baby and they named that baby Rock and Roll. |
| Otis Spann said it, you know the blues got a soul. |
| Queen Victoria said it, you know the blues got a soul. |
| Well, the blues had a baby - | and they named it Rock and | Roll. |
407. The Boxer
| I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom | told, |
| I have | squandered my resistance - For a | pocket full of | mumbles, such are | promises. |
| All lies and | jest, still a | man hears what he | wants to hear, |
| And disregards the | rest. (hm-hm | hm, hm -hm | hm-hm hm-hm | hm) |
| When I | left my home and my family, I was no more than a | boy - In the | company of strangers, |
| In the | quiet of a | railway station, | running scared, |
| Laying | low, seeking | out the poorer | quarters - |
| Where the ragged people | go, Looking | for the places | only they would | know. |
| Lie la | lie, Lie la | lie la lie la lie, Lie la | lie, |
| Lie la | lie la la la | lie la la la la | lie. |
| Asking | only workman's wages I come looking for a | job - But I get no | offers, |
| Just a | come-on from the | whores on Seventh | Avenue. |
| I do de | clare, there were | times when I was | so lonesome, |
| I took some comfort | there. (La la | Lie, la la | lie lie la la | lie) |
| Then I'm | laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was | gone, Going | home; |
| Where the | New York City | winters aren't | bleeding me | Leading me, going | home. |
| In the | clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his | trade, |
| And he | carries a reminder of | ev'ry glove that laid him down |
| Or | cut him till he | cried out in his | anger and his | shame: |
| "I am | leaving, I am | leaving, But the fighter still re | mains". |
| Lie la | lie, Lie la | lie la lie la lie, Lie la | lie, |
| Lie la | lie la la la | lie la la la la | lie. |
408. The Cover of the Rolling Stone
| Well we're big rock singers, we got golden fingers and we're loved everywhere we | go. |
| We sing about beauty and we sing about truth at ten thousand dollars a | show. |
| We take all kinda pills to give us all kinda thrills but the | thrill we've never | known, |
| Is the | thrill that'll getcha when you get your picture on the cover of the Rolling | Stone. |
| Rolling | Stone! Wanna see my picture on the cover. | Gonna buy five copies for my mother. |
| Wanna see my smilin' face on the | cover of the Rolling | Stone. |
| I got a freaky old lady named Cocaine Katy who embroiders all my jeans. |
| I got my poor old gray-haired daddy, drivin' my limosine. |
| It's all designed to blow our minds but our minds won't really get blown, |
| like the blow that'll getcha when you get your picture on the cover of the Rolling Stone. |
| Rolling Stone! Wanna see my picture on the cover. Gonna buy five copies for my mother. |
| Wanna see my smilin' face on the cover of the Rolling Stone. |
| We gotta lotta little teenage blue eyed groupies, who'll do anything we say. |
| We got a genuine Indian Guru, he's teachin' us a better way. |
| We got all the friends that money can buy so we'll never have to be alone. |
| And we keep gettin' richer but we can't get our picture on the cover of the Rolling Stone. |
| Rolling Stone! Wanna see my picture on the cover. Gonna buy five copies for my mother. |
| Wanna see my smilin' face on the cover of the Rolling Stone. |
| Wanna see my smilin' face on the | cover of the Rolling | Stone. |
409. The Drunken Sailor
| What shall we do with a drunken sailor? | What shall we do with a drunken sailor? |
| What shall we do with a drunken sailor? | Ear-lye in the | mornin'? |
| Hoo-ray, and up she rises, | Hoo-ray, and up she rises, |
| Hoo-ray, and up she rises, | Ear-lye in the | morning. |
| Put him in the longboat 'till he gets sober! |
| Ear-lye in the morning. Hoo-ray... |
| Pull out the plug and wet him all over! |
| Ear-lye in the morning. Hoo-ray... |
| Take him and shake him and try to awake him! |
| Ear-lye in the morning. Hoo-ray... |
| Give him a dose of salt and water! |
| Ear-lye in the morning. Hoo-ray... |
| Shave his belly with a rusty razor! |
| Ear-lye in the morning. Hoo-ray... |
| Put him in bed with the captain's daughter! |
| Ear-lye in the morning. Hoo-ray... |
| That´s what to do with a drunken sailor! |
| Ear-lye in the morning. Hoo-ray... |
410. The Fool on the Hill
| Day after day, | alone on a hill, The | man with the foolish | grin | is keeping | perfectly still, |
| But | nobody wants to | know him, they can | see that he's just a | fool, And | he never gives an | answer. |
| But the | fool on the hill sees the | sun going down |
| And the | eyes in his head see the | world spinning | round... |
| Well on the way | head in a cloud, the | man of thousand voices talking | perfectly loud, |
| But | nobody ever | hears him, or the | sound he appears to | make, And | he never seems to | notice. |
| But the | fool on the hill sees the | sun going down |
| And the | eyes in his head see the | world spinning | round... |
| And | nobody seems to | like him, they can | tell what he wants to | do, And | he never shows his | feelings. |
| But the | fool on the hill sees the | sun going down |
| And the | eyes in his head see the | world spinning | round... |
| Oh, | around and round - | Oh, | around and round... |
| he never listens | to them, he | knows that they're the | fools - | They don't | like him. |
| But the | fool on the hill sees the | sun going down |
| And the | eyes in his head see the | world spinning | round... |
| Oh, | around and round - | Oh, | around and round... |
411. The Joker
| Some people | call me the space | cowboy |
| Some | call me the gangster of | love |
| Some | people call me | Maurice |
| 'Cause I speak with the | prophecies of | love |
| People talk | about me, | baby |
| Say I'm | doing you wrong, doing you | wrong |
| Don't you | worry baby don't | worry |
| 'Cause I'm right here, | right here, | right here, | right here at | home |
| 'Cause I'm a pitcher, I'm a | grinner |
| I'm a | lover and I'm a | sinner |
| I play my | music in the | sun |
| I'm a | joker, I'm a | smoker |
| I'm a | midnight | talker |
| I get my | loving on the | run |
| Your the cutest thing that I ever did see |
| Really like your peaches wanna shake your tree |
| Lovy dovy, lovy dovy, lovy dovy all the time |
| O wee baby I wanna show you a good time |
| 'Cause I'm a pitcher, I'm a grinner |
| I'm a lover and I'm a sinner |
| I play my music in the sun |
| I'm a joker, I'm a smoker |
| I'm a midnight talker |
| I get my loving on the run |
412. The Letter
| Give me a ticket for an aeroplane, Ain't got time to take the fastest train. |
| Lonely days are gone, I'm a-goin' home, My baby just wrote me a | letter. |
| | | / / / / | | / | / / / | |
| Give me a ticket for an | aeroplane, | Ain't got time to take the | fastest train. |
| Lonely days are gone, | I'm a-goin' home, My | baby just wrote me a | letter. |
| I don't care how much money I | gotta spend, | Got to get back to my | baby again! |
| Lonely days are gone, | I'm a-goin' home, My | baby just wrote me a | letter. |
| Well she | wrote me a | letter Said she | couldn't | live with | out me no more. |
| Listen mister | can't you see I | got to get | back to my | baby once more. - | Anyway. |
| Give me a ticket for an | aeroplane, | Ain't got time to take the | fastest train! |
| Lonely days are gone, | I'm a-goin' home, My | baby just wrote me a | letter. |
| Well she | wrote me a | letter Said she | couldn't | live with | out me no more. |
| Listen mister | can't you see I | got to get | back to my | baby once more. | Anyway. |
| Give me a ticket for an | aeroplane, | Ain't got time to take the | fastest train |
| Lonely days are gone, | I'm a-goin' home, My | baby just wrote me a | letter! |
| I don't care how much money I | gotta spend, | Got to get back to my | baby again. |
| Lonely days are gone, | I'm a-goin' home, My | baby just wrote me a | letter - I said, |
| My | baby just wrote me a | letter. |
413. The Lion Sleeps Tonight
| Oooh | weeeeeeee- | eeee ooh wee um | ma ma a | weh |
| Oooh | weeeeeeee- | eeee ooh wee um | ma ma a | weh |
| In the jungle, The | mighty jungle |
| The | lion sleeps to | night |
| Near the jungle, the | quiet jungle |
| The | lion sleeps to | night |
| Hey, Hey, Hey |
| Oooh weeeeeeeeee ooh wee um ma ma a weh |
| Oooh weeeeeeeeee ooh wee um ma ma a weh |
| In the village, the peacefull village |
| The lion sleeps tonight |
| Near the village, the quiet village |
| The lion sleeps tonight |
| Hey, Hey, Hey, |
| Oooh weeeeeeeeee ooh wee um ma ma a weh |
| Wee ma ma weh, wee ma ma weh... |
| Hush my darlin', don't fear my darlin' |
| The lion sleeps tonight |
| Hush my darlin', don't fear my darlin' |
| The lion sleeps tonight |
| Oooh weeeeeeeeee ooh wee um ma ma a weh |
| Oooh weeeeeeeeee ooh wee um ma ma a weh |
| Whoa oh oh oh-oh, whoa oh oh oh-oh, whoa I'm on my way oooh weeeeee |
| ooh wee um ma ma weh |
414. The Little Tin Soldier
| Once in a town in the | Blackforest a | little white toy shop | stood, |
| And a | little tin soldier with | only one leg | lived in a castle of | wood. |
| And | across the room on an | other shelve stood a | tiny glass | case, |
| And a | tiny ballerina | lived in there | - | all in a dress of | lace. |
| And | from where the little tin | soldier stood they could | see each other so | clear, |
| And the | little tin soldier watched | over her | with a love so deep and | dear. |
| Then one day, | sadness came. | The tiny ballerina was | sold. |
| The little tin soldier was thrown away, and | into the gutter he | rolled. |
| The water carried him | to the sea and | many far-off | lands; |
| He made many | children happy as he | passed through their tiny | hands |
| And | then one day they | met again in a | town in the land of | Eire. |
| And as the | clocks on the wall struck the | midnight hour they | jumped in | to the | fire. |
| And | in that fire | they shall stay, Lord, for | ever and a | day. |
| 'Cause that | fire, oh Lord, is the | fire of love, just | like the | peace of | thy. |
415. The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down
| Virgil | Caine is the name, and I | served on the | Danville | train, |
| ' | Til Stoneman's | Cavalry came and | tore up the | tracks a | gain. |
| In the winter of | SixtyFive, We were | hungry, just | barely alive. |
| By May the tenth | Richmond had fell, it's a | time I re | member, oh so | well, |
| The | Night They | Drove Old Dixie | Down, and the | bells were ringing, |
| The | Night They | Drove Old Dixie | Down, and the | people were singin'. They went |
| Na, La, La, | La, La, La, | Na, La, La, La, La, La, | La, La, |
| Back with my wife in | Tennessee, When | one day she | called to | me, |
| "Virgil, | quick, come see, | there goes | Robert E. | Lee. |
| Now I don't mind | choppin' wood, and | I don't care if the | money's no good. |
| You take what you need and you | leave the rest, |
| But they | never should have | taken the very | best. |
| The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, and the bells were ringing, |
| The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, and the people were singin'. They went |
| Na, La, La, La, La, La, Na, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, |
| Like my father | before me, | I will | work the | land, |
| Like my brother | above me, | who took a | rebel | stand. |
| He was just eighteen, | proud and brave, | But a Yankee laid him | in his grave, |
| I swear by the mud | below my feet, |
| You | can't raise a Caine back | up when he's in de | feat. |
| The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, and the bells were ringing, |
| The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, and the people were singin'. They went |
| Na, La, La, La, La, La, Na, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, |
| The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, and the bells were ringing... |
416. The Spanish Lady
| As I went down to | Dublin City | At the | hour of | twelve at | night; |
| Who should I see but a | Spanish Lady, | Washing her | feet by | candle | light |
| First she washed them, | then she dried them | Over a fire of | amber coals |
| In | all my life I | never did see a | maid so | sweet a | bout the | soul! |
| Whack for the Toora | Loora Laddy - | Whack for the | Toora | Loora | Lay! |
| Whack for the Toora | Loora Laddy - | Whack for the | Toora | Loora | Lay! |
| As I came back through | Dublin city | at the | hour of | half past | eight; |
| Who should I see but the | Spanish lady, | brushing her | hair in | broad day | light |
| First she tossed it, | then she combed it | on her lap was a | silver comb |
| In all my life I | never did see a | maid so | fair since | I did | roam! |
| Whack for the Toora Loora Laddy - Whack for the Toora Loora Lay... |
| As I went back through | Dublin city | as the | sun be | gan to | set; |
| Who should I see but the | Spanish lady, | catching a | moth in a | golden | net! |
| When she saw me | then she fled me | lifting her pettycoat | over her knee |
| In all my life I | never did see a | maid so | shy as the | Spanish La | dy! |
| Whack for the Toora Loora Laddy - Whack for the Toora Loora Lay... |
| As I was leaving Dublin city On that morning sad of heart; |
| Lonely was I for the Spanish lady, Now that forever we must part! |
| But still I always will remember All the hours we did enjoy |
| But then she left me sad at parting Gone forever was my joy! |
| Whack for the Toora Loora Laddy - Whack for the Toora Loora Lay... |
417. The Times They Are A-Changin'
| Come | gather 'round | people wher | ever you | roam |
| And ad | mit that the | waters a | round you have | grown! |
| And ac | cept it that | soon you'll be | drenched to the | bone |
| If your | time to | you is worth | savin'! |
| Then you | better start | swimmin' or you'll | sink like a | stone |
| For the | times, | they are a | cha- | an- | gin'! |
| Come writers and critics who prophecise with your pen |
| And keep your eyes wide the chance won't come again! |
| And don't speak too soon for the wheel's still in spin |
| And there's no tellin' who that it's namin'! |
| For the loser now will be later to win |
| For the times they are a-changin'! |
| Come mothers and fathers throughout the land - And don't criticize what you don't understand! |
| Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command - Your old road is rapidly agin'! |
| Please get out of the new one if you can't lend a hand |
| For the times they are a-changin'! |
| Come senators, congressmen please heed the call |
| Don't stand in the doorway, don't block up the hall! |
| For he that gets hurt will be he who has stalled |
| There's a battle outside and it's ragin'! |
| It'll soon shake your windows and rattle your walls |
| For the times they are a-changin'! |
| The line it is drawn the curse it is cast - The slow one now will later be fast! |
| As the present now will later be past - The order is rapidly fadin'! |
| And the first one now will later be last - For the times they are a-changin'! |
418. The Universal
| There’s such a lot of good ways to be bad |
| And | so many bad ways to be good - haven’t paid my | rent yet. |
| I tell them sorry but I | haven’t got the money any | more! |
| Just for today I thought I’d leave home alone, hold | hands with day; |
| And if | I’m so bad, why don’t they take me a | way? |
| Just like what you hear with a shell pressed to your ear: |
| That’s the | sea in the trees in the | morning! Hello the | universal! |
| Good morning Steve, well | you won’t believe me to | day. |
| Working doesn’t seem to be the perfect thing for me so I’ll co | ntinue to play |
| And if | I’m so bad why don’t they take me a | way? |
| Well a hippy trippy name dropper came through my door. |
| He said "I | just bumped into Mick, he told me you know where to score?" |
| No not | me friend, | I mind my own | and my own minds | me. |
| Well my love is at the foot of your hand - | come what may. |
| But if | June comes first please won’t you take me a | way? |
419. The Universal Soldier
| He's | five feet | two, and he's | six feet | four, |
| he | fights with | missiles and with | spears. |
| He's | all of thirty- | one, and he's | only seven | teen, |
| he's been a | soldier | for a thousand | years. |
| He's a | Catholic, a | Hindu, and | atheist, a | Jain, |
| a | Buddhist, and a | Baptist, and a | Jew. |
| And he | knows he shouldn't | kill, and he | knows he always | will, |
| kill you for | me, my | friend, and me for | you. |
| And he's fighting for Canada, he's fighting for France, |
| he's fighting for the USA. |
| And he's fighting for the Russians, and he's fighting for Japan, |
| and he thinks we'll put an end to war this way. |
| And he's fighting for democracy, he's fighting for the Reds, |
| he says, it's for the peace of all. |
| He's the one who must decide, who's to live and who's to die, |
| and he never sees the writing on the wall. |
| But without him how would Hitler have condemned them at Dachau, |
| without him Caesar would have stood alone. |
| He's the one who gives his body as a weapon of the war, |
| and without him all this killing can't go on. |
| He's the universal soldier and he really is to blame, |
| his orders come from far away no more, |
| they come from here and there and you and me - |
| and brothers can't you see, |
| this is not a way we put an end to war. |
420. The Village Green Preservation Society
| We are the the | Village Green | Preservation So | ciety |
| God save | Donald Duck, | vaudeville and va | riety |
| We are the | Desperate Dan | Appreciation So | ciety |
| God save | strawberry jam | and all the different va | rieties |
| Preserving the | old ways from | being ab | used |
| Protecting the | new ways for | me and for | you - | What more can we | do? |
| We are the Draught Beer Preservation society |
| God save Mrs. Mopp and good old Mother Riley |
| We are the Custard Pie Appreciation Consortium |
| God save the George Cross and all those who were awarded them |
| Oo | -wo | -oo | -oh | - | oo | -wo | -oo | -oh |
| We are the | Sherlock Holmes | English Speaking Ver | nacular |
| Help save | Fu Manchu, | Moriarty and | Dracula |
| We are the | Office Block | Persecution Af | finity |
| God save | little shops, | china cups and | virginity |
| We are the | Skyscraper | Condemnation Af | filliate |
| God save | Tudor houses, | antique tables and bil | liards |
| Preserving the | old ways | from being ab | used |
| Protecting the | new ways | for me and for | you - | What more can we | do? |
| We are the Village Green Preservation Society |
| God save Donald Duck, Vaudeville and Variety |
| We are the Desperate Dan Appreciation Society |
| God save strawberry jam and all the different varieties |
| |:We are the Village Green Preservation Society |
| God save Donald Duck, Vaudeville and Variety:| |
| God save the | Village Green |
421. The Weight
| I pulled into Nazareth, was feelin' 'bout half past dead. |
| I just need some place where I can lay my head. |
| "Hey mister, can you tell me where a man might find a bed?" |
| He just grinned and shook my hand, "No" was all he said. |
| Take a | load off | Fanny, | take a | load for | free |
| Take a | load off | Fanny, | and... | and... and... |
| You put the load right on | me |
| I picked up my bags, I went lookin' for a place to hide. |
| When I saw Carmen and the Devil walkin' side by side. |
| I said "Hey Carmen, come on let's go downtown." |
| She said "No, I've got to go, but my friend can stick around." |
| Take a load off Fanny, take a load for free, Take a load off Fanny, |
| And... and... and... You put the load, put the load right on me |
| Go down Miss Moses, there's nothin' that you can say. |
| It's just old Luke, and Luke's waitin' on the judgement day. |
| "Well, Luke, my friend, what about young Anna Lee?" |
| He said "Do me a favor son, won't you stay and keep Anna Lee company." |
| Take a load off Fanny, take a load for free, Take a load off Fanny, |
| And... and... and... You put the load, put the load right on me |
| Crazy Chester followed me, and he caught me in the fog. |
| He said "I'll fix your rack if you'll take Jack my dog." |
| I said "Wait a minute Chester, you know I'm a peacful man." |
| He said "That's okay boy, won't you feed him when you can." |
| Take a load off Fanny, take a load for free, Take a load off Fanny, |
| And... and... and... You put the load, put the load right on me |
| Get your cannonball now to take me down the line. |
| My bag is sinking low, and I do believe it's time. |
| To get back to Miss Fanny, you know she's the only one, |
| Who sent me here with her regards for everyone. |
| Take a load off Fanny, take a load for free, Take a load off Fanny, |
| And... and... and... You put the load, put the load right on me |
422. The Wild Rover
| I've | been a wild rover for many a | year |
| And I | spent all my | money on | whiskey and | beer, |
| But | now I'm returning with gold in great | store |
| And I | never will | play the wild | rover no | more. |
| And it's | no, nay, | never, | No nay never no | more, |
| Will I | play the wild | rover No | never no | more. |
| I went to an ale-house I used to frequent |
| And I told the landlady my money was spent. |
| I asked her for credit, she answered me "nay |
| Such a custom as yours I could have any day." |
| And it's no, nay, never, No nay never no more, |
| Will I play the wild rover No never no more. |
| I took from my pocket ten sovereigns bright |
| And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight. |
| She said "I have whiskey and wines of the best |
| And the words that I spoke sure were only in jest." |
| And it's no, nay, never, No nay never no more, |
| Will I play the wild rover No never no more. |
| I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done |
| And I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son. |
| And if they caress (forgive) me as ofttimes before |
| Sure I never will play the wild rover no more. |
| And it's no, nay, never, No nay never no more, |
| Will I play the wild rover No never no more. |
423. The Wind Cries Mary
| After all the | jacks are in their | boxes |
| And the | clowns have | all gone to | bed |
| You can hear | happiness | staggering on | down the street |
| Footsteps | dressed in | red |
| And the | wind | whispers | Mar | y |
| A | broom is | drearily | sweeping |
| Up the broken | pieces of yesterday's | life |
| Somewhere a | queen is | weeping |
| Somewhere a | king has no | wif | e |
| And the | wind | cries | Mar | y |
| The traffic lights turn | blue to | morrow |
| And shine the | emptyness down on my | bed. |
| The tiny island | sags | downstream |
| ' | Cause the life that | lived is | dea | d. |
| And the | wind | screams | Mar | y |
| Will the wind | ever re | member |
| The | names it has | blown in the | past. |
| With it's | crutch, it's | old age, and it's | wisdom, |
| It whispers | no, this will | be the | las | t. |
| And the | wind | cries | Mar | y |
424. These Boots are Made for Walkin'
| You keep saying, you've got something for me, |
| Something you call love, but confess. |
| You've been messing where you shouldn't be messing, |
| And now | someone else is getting all your best. |
| These | boots are made for | walking - And | that's just what they'll | do, |
| One of these days these | boots are gonna | walk all over you. | - - | You! |
| You keep lying when you ought to be truthing, |
| And you keep losing when you ought to not bet, |
| You keep sameing when you ought to be a-changing, |
| Now | what's right is right but you ain't been right yet. |
| These | boots are made for | walking - And | that's just what they'll | do, |
| One of these days these | boots are gonna | walk all over you. | - - | You! |
| You keep playing where you shouldn't be playing, and |
| you keep thinking that you'll never get burned , ha! |
| I just found me a brand new box of matches, yeah! |
| And | what he knows you ain't had time to learn. |
| These | boots are made for | walking - And | that's just what they'll | do, |
| One of these days these | boots are gonna | walk all over you. | - - |
| Are you ready boots? - Start walking! |
425. A Thing Called Love
| Huuh | Laah A Thing called | Love |
| Six-foot- | six, he stood on the ground, |
| He weighed two hundred and thirty-five pounds, |
| But I saw that | giant of a man brought | down to his knees by | love. |
| He was the kind of a man that would gamble on luck, |
| Look you in the eye and never back up, |
| But I saw him | cryin' like a little whipped | pup' because of | love. |
| You can't see it with your eyes; hold it in your | hand; |
| But like the | wind that covers our | land; |
| Strong enough to | rule the heart of any man, This thing called | love. |
| It can lift you | up; never let you | down; |
| Take your | world and turn it all | around. |
| Ever since | time nothing's ever been | found, That's stronger than | love. |
| Huuh | Laah A Thing called | Love |
| Most men are like me, they struggle in doubt, |
| They trouble their minds, they in and they out, |
| Too busy with livin' to worry about a little word like love. |
| But when I see a mother's tenderness, |
| As she holds her young close to her breast, |
| Then I thank God that the world's been blessed, With a thing called love. |
| You can't see it with your eyes... |
| Ever since time nothing's ever been found, |
| That's stronger than love... |
426. This Land is Your Land
| This land is | your land, this land is | my land, |
| From Calif | ornia to the New York | Island, |
| From the Redwood F | orests to the Gulf Stream wa | ters; |
| This land was made for you and | me. |
| As I was walking that ribbon of highway, |
| I looked above me, there in the skyway, |
| I saw below me, the Golden Valley; |
| This land was made for you and me. |
| This land is your land, this land is my land, |
| From California to the New York Island, |
| From the Redwood F | orests to the Gulf Stream waters; |
| This land was made for you and me. |
| I roamed and rambled, and followed my footsteps |
| Through the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts, |
| And all around me this voice kept saying: |
| "This land was made for you and me". |
| This land is your land, this land is my land, |
| From California to the New York Island, |
| From the Redwood F | orests to the Gulf Stream waters; |
| This land was made for you and me. |
| As the Sun was shining, and I was strolling |
| Through the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling, |
| I could feel inside me and see all around me, |
| This land was made for you and me. |
| This land is your land, this land is my land, |
| From California to the New York Island, |
| From the Redwood F | orests to the Gulf Stream waters; |
| This land was made for you and me. |
427. Those Were The Days
| Once upon a time there was a | tavern, |
| where we used to raise a glass or | two. |
| Remember how we laughed away the | hours, |
| and | dreamed of all the great things we would | do. |
| Those were the | days, my friend, we thought they'd | never end, |
| we'd sing and | dance for | ever and a da | y; |
| We'd live the | life we choose, we'd fight and | never loose, |
| For we were | young, and sure to have our | way. |
| La la la la la la la | la la | la la la |
| Those were the | days, oh yes those were the d | ays. |
| Then the busy years went rushing by us. |
| We lost our starty notions on the way. |
| If by chance I'd see you in the tavern, |
| we'd smiled at one another, and we'd say: |
| Just tonight I stood before the tavern. |
| Nothing seemed the way it used to be. |
| In the glass I saw a strange reflection, |
| was that lonley woman really me? |
| Through the door there came familiar laughter. |
| I saw your face and heard you call my name. |
| Oh, my friend, we're older, but no wiser. |
| For in our hearts the dream are still the same. |
428. Time is on My Side
| / / / / | / / / / | / / / / | / / / / |
| Time is on my | side, yes it | is! |
| Time is on my | side, yes it | is! |
| Now you always | say | that you want to be | free |
| But you'll come runnin' | back - |
| But you'll come runnin' | back - |
| But you'll come runnin' | back - To | me |
| Time is on my side, yes it is! |
| Time is on my side, yes it is! |
| You're searchin' for good times, but just wait and see |
| Go ahead, baby, go ahead |
| Go ahead and lay it on the town. |
| And baby, do anything your | heart desires |
| Remember I'll always be around. |
| And I know, I know, like I told you so many times be | fore |
| You're gonna come back, yeah, | you're gonna come back baby |
| Knockin', yeah, knockin' right on my door. |
| Time is on my side, yes it is! |
| Time is on my side, yes it is! |
| 'Cause I got the real love, the kind that you need |
| But you'll come runnin' back (3x) |
| Time, time, time, is on my | side, yes it | is |
429. Tin Soldier
| I - am a | little tin soldier that | wants to jump | into your | fire |
| you are a | look in your eye a | dream passing | by in the | sky |
| But I don't under | stand that all I | need is treat me like a | man |
| 'cause I ain't no | child - take me like I | am |
| I got to | know that I be | long to you - Do any | thing that you | want to do |
| sing any | song that you | want me - to sing to | you |
| / | // | / | // | I don't | need no | - | aggra | vation |
| I just got to | make you | - | got to live it |
| I just got to | make you | just my oc | cu | pation |
| I got to | know that I be | long to you - do any | thing that you | want to do |
| I sing any | song that you | want me to sing to | you |
| All | I need is your | whispered hello - | smiles melting the | snow nothing | heard. |
| your | eyes are | deeper than time - | say a love that won't | rhyme without | words |
| so now I've lost my | way - I need | help to show me things to | say |
| give me your | love before mine fades a | way |
| I got to | know that I be | long to you - Do any | thing that you | want to do |
| I sing any | song that you | want me - to sing to | you |
| Oh | no | - Oh | no | - | I just want some reaction - | someone to give me satisfaction |
| all I want to do is | sit with you! 'Cause I | love you! |
430. To Love Somebody
| There's a light, a | certain kind of light, |
| That never shone on | me. | I want my life to | be - |
| Here with with | you - To live with | you! |
| There's a way - I know | everybody says: |
| Just to do every thing that I | can! | But what good will it | do - |
| If I can't have | you - if I can't have | you, Baby! |
| You don't know what it's | like, You | just don't know what it's | like! |
| To love some | body, to love some | body - The way I | love you. |
| Mmm, in my brain - I | see your face again. |
| I know my frame of | mind, | you ain't got to be so | blind - |
| And I'm | blind, so so so very | blind! |
| I'm a man, can't you | see what I am? |
| I | live and I breathe for | you! | But what good does it | do - |
| If I ain't got | you - Ain't got | you, Baby! |
| You don't know what it's like, You just don't know what it's like! |
| To love somebody - To love somebody - The way I love you. |
| You don't know what it's like, You just don't know what it's like! |
| To love somebody - To love somebody - The way I love you. | No no no no no | no |
| You don't know what it's like, You just don't know what it's like! |
| To love somebody - To love somebody - The way I love you. |
431. To Sing for You
| ( | intr | o) |
| When you're feeling kind of | lonesome in your | mind, |
| With a heartache following | you so close be | hind, |
| Call out to me as I ramble | by, I'll sing a | song for | you, |
| That’s what I'm here to | do, to | sing for | you. |
| When the night has left you cold and feeling sad, |
| I will show you that it cannot be so bad, |
| forget the one who went and made you cry, I'll sing a song for you, |
| that’s what I'm here to do, to sing for you. |
| When you feel you just can't make it anymore, |
| with your head bowed down you're staring at the floor, |
| search out to me with your weary eyes, I'll sing a song for you, |
| that’s what I'm here to do, to sing for you. |
| Now, every man, he has his work you know, |
| and to find out mine you ain't got far to go, |
| call out to me with your weary eyes, I'll sing a song for you, |
| That’s what I'm here to do, to sing for you, to sing for you. |
432. I'll Try for the Sun
| We | stood in the | win- | dy | city, |
| The | gypsy | boy and | I. |
| We | slept on the | breeze | in the | midnight |
| With | rain droppin' | tears in our | eyes. |
| And | who's going to | be the | one, |
| To | say it was no | good what we | done? |
| I | dare a man to | say I'm too | young, |
| For | I'm going to | try for the | sun. |
| We huddled in a derelict building, |
| And when he thought I was asleep, |
| He laid his poor coat round my shoulder, |
| And shivered there beside me in a heap. |
| And who's going to be the one, |
| To say it was no good what we done? |
| I dare a man to say I'm too young, |
| For I'm going to try for the sun. |
| We sang and cracked the sky with laughter, |
| Our breath turned to mist in the cold. |
| Our years put together count to thirty, |
| But our eyes told the dawn we were old. |
| And who's going to be the one, |
| To say it was no good what we done? |
| I dare a man to say I'm too young, |
| For I'm going to try for the sun. |
| Mirror, mirror, hanging in the sky, |
| Won't you look down what's happening here below? |
| I stand here singing to the flowers, |
| So very few people really know. |
| And who's going to be the one, |
| To say it was no good what we done? |
| I dare a man to say I'm too young, |
| For I'm going to try for the sun. |
| We stood in the windy city, |
| The gypsy boy and I. |
| We slept on the breeze in the midnight |
| With the rain droppin' tears in our eyes. |
| And who's going to be the one, |
| To say it was no good what we done? |
| I dare a man to say I'm too young, |
| For I'm going to try for the sun. |
433. Travelin' Band
| 737 coming | out of the sky, oh! |
| Won't you | take me down to Memphis on a | midnight ride? |
| I want to | move; playing in a travelin' | band, yeah! |
| Well, I'm | flying cross the land, | trying to get a hand; |
| playing in a travelin' | band. |
| Take me to the hotel, baggage gone, oh well; |
| Come on, come on won't you get me to my room? |
| I want to move; playing in a travelin band, yeah! |
| Well, I'm flying cross the land, trying to get a hand; |
| playing in a travelin' band. |
| Listen to the radio, talking 'bout the last show; |
| Someone got excited, had to call the state militia. |
| I want to move; playing in a travelin band, yeah! |
| Well, I'm flying cross the land, trying to get a hand; |
| playing in a travelin' band. |
| Here we come again on a Saturday night; |
| Oh, with your fussing and your fighting, won't you get me to the rhyme? |
| I want to move; playing in a travelin band, yeah! |
| Well, I'm flying 'cross the land, trying to get a hand; |
| playing in a travelin' band. |
| Oh, I'm | playing in a travelin' band; playing in a travelin' band. |
| Won't you get me to my hand? Well, I'm | playing in a travelin' band. |
| Well, I'm | flying 'cross the land; | trying to get a hand, |
| Playing in a travelin' | band, whoa! | (Open) |
434. Turn the Page
| On a long and lonely highway, east of Omaha, |
| You can | listen to the engine, moanin' out as one long song. |
| You can | think about the woman, or the girl you knew the night | before; |
| And your thoughts will soon be wandering the way they always do. |
| When you're | riding sixteen hours and there's nothing much to do, |
| You | don't feel much like travelin', you just wish the trip was | through. |
| But here I | am, on the | road again. |
| Here I | am, up on | stage. |
| Here I | go, playing the | star again. |
| There I | go, | turn the | page. |
| You walk into a restaurant, strung out from the road |
| And you | feel the eyes upon you, as you're shaking off the cold. |
| You | pretend it doesn't bother you, but you just want to | explode, |
| Sometimes you hear 'em talkin', other times you can't. |
| All the | same old cliches, is that a woman or a man. |
| And you | always seem outnumbered, you dare not make a | stand. |
| But here I am, on the road again. - Here I am, up on stage. |
| Here I go, playing the star again. - There I go, turn the page. |
| Out there in the spotlight, you're a million miles away. |
| Every ounce of energy you try to give away, |
| And the | sweat pours from your body like the music that you | play. |
| Later on that evening, as you lie awake in bed, |
| Echoes of the amplifiers ringin' in your head, |
| And you | smoke the day's last cigarette, remembering what she | said. |
| But here I am, on the road again. - Here I am, up on stage. |
| Here I go, playing the star again. - There I go, turn the page. |
435. Turn, Turn, Turn
| To every | thing, | turn, | turn, | turn, There is a | season, | turn, | turn, | turn, |
| And a | time for every pur | pose under | heaven. |
| A time to be | born, a time to | die; A time to | plant, a time to | reap; |
| A time to | kill, a time to | heal; A time to | laugh, a | time to | weep. |
| To everything, turn, turn, turn, There is a season, turn, | turn, | turn, |
| And a | time for every pur | pose under | heaven. |
| A time to build up, a time to break down; A time to dance an time to mourn; |
| A time to cast away stones, A time to gather stones together. |
| To everything... |
| A time of love, a time of hate; A time of war, a time of peace; |
| A time you may embrace, A time to refrain from embracing. |
| To everything... |
| A time to gain, a time to lose; A time to rend a time to sew; |
| A time to love, a time to hate; A time for peace, I swear it's not too late. |
| To everything... |
436. 20th Century Man
| This is the age of machinery, a mechanical | nightmare; |
| A | wonderful world of technology, | Napalm, hydrogen | bomb, bio | logical | warfare! |
| This is the twentieth century, too much aggra | vation! |
| It's the age of insanity, | What has become of the | green pleasant | fields of | Jeruselem? |
| Ain't got no ambiti | on | , | I'm just disillusioned. |
| I'm a | twentie | th century man but I don't want, don't wanna | be here |
| My mama says she can't unders | tand m | e, | Can't see me moti | vation! |
| Just give me some security, I'm a pa | ranoid schizoid | product of the | 20th | century | ! |
| You keep all your smart modern | wri | ters | , Give me William | Shakespeare. |
| You keep all your smart modern painters, | I'll take Rembrandt, | Tizian, | Da Vinci and | Gainsbo | rough! |
| G | irl, we gotta get out of h | er | e, w | e gotta find a solution! |
| I'm a | twentieth | century man but I don't want, don't wanna | die here |
| Well, we gotta get outta | he | re, | we've gotta find a solution. |
| I'm a | twent | ieth century man but I don't want, don't wanna be | here! |
| I was | born in a wellfare | state, | ruled by burea | ucr | acy; |
| Con | trolled by civil | servants and | people | dressed in | grey. |
| Got no pri | vacy, | got no li | ber | ty, |
| 'Cause the | twentieth century | people took it | all | away from | me. |
| Do | n't wanna get myself shot down |
| By some trigger happy policeman, |
| Gotta keep a hold of my sanity |
| I'm a | twentieth | century | man but I | don't wanna | die here... |
| My mama says she can't under | sta | nd | me, | Can't see my motivation | . |
| Ain't got no security | , | I'm a | twentieth | century | man but I | don't wanna | die here... |
| I don't want twentieth century man, I don't want twentieth century man, |
| I don't want twentieth century man, I don't want twentieth century man. |
| This is the twentieth centur | y | Too much aggravation! |
| This is the age of insani | ty | , I'm a | twentieth | century | man but I | don't wanna | be here... |
437. 2000 Light Years from Home
| Sun turning 'round with graceful motion. |
| We're setting off with soft explosion, |
| Bound for a star with fiery | oceans. |
| It's so very lonely, | You're a hundred | light years from | home! |
| Freezing red deserts turn to dark - | Energy here in every | part. |
| It's so very lonely, | You're six hundred | light years from | home! |
| It's so very lonely, | You're a thousand | light years from | home! |
| It's so very lonely, | You're a thousand | light years from | home! |
| Bell flight fourteen you can now land, |
| See you on Aldebaran. |
| Safe on the green desert | sand. |
| It's so very lonely, | You're two thousand | light years from | home! |
| It's so very lonely, | You're two thousand | light years from | home! |
| It's so very lonely, | You're two thousand | light years from | home! |
438. 2000 Men
| Well my | name is a number, a | piece of plastic | film |
| And I | grow tiny flowers in my | little window | sill |
| Don't you | know I'm the two thousand | man? |
| And my | kids, they just don't under | stand | me | at | all |
| Though my wife still respects me, I really misuse her |
| I am having an affair with a random computer |
| Don't you know I'm the two thousand man? |
| And my kids, they just don't understand me at all |
| Oh | dad | dy, be | proud of your | pla | net, |
| Oh | mom | my, be | proud of your | sun |
| Oh | dadd | y, be | proud of your | plan | et |
| Oh | momm | y, be | proud of your | sun |
| D(?) |
| Oh daddy, is your brain still flashing |
| like it did when | you were young? |
| Or did you come down crashing |
| seeing all the things you'd | done? |
| Oh it's a big put - | on |
| Oh daddy, be | proud of your | planet |
| Oh mommy, be | proud of your | sun |
| Oh daddy, be | proud of your | planet |
| Oh mommy, be | proud of your | son |
| Don't you | know who's the two tho | usand man? |
| And my | kids, they just don't under | stand | me | at | all |
439. Über den Wolken
| Wind Nord Ost Startbahn null- | drei, | bis hier hör' ich die Mo | toren. |
| Wie ein Pfeil zieht sie vor | bei, | und es dröhnt in meinen | Ohren. |
| Und der nasse Asphalt | bebt, | wie ein Schleier staubt der | Regen, |
| Bis sei abhebt und sei | schwebt - | der Sonne ent | gegen. |
| Über den | Wolken | muß die Freiheit wohl | grenzenlos sein. |
| Alle Ängste, alle | Sorgen, sagt man, | blieben darunter ver | borgen, und dann |
| würde, was uns groß und | wichtig erscheint, | plötzlich nichtig und | klein. |
| Ich seh ihr noch lange | nach, | seh' sie die Wolken er | klimmen, |
| Bis die Lichter nach und | nach | ganz im Regengrau ver | schwimmen. |
| Meine Augen haben | schon | jenen winz'gen Punkt ver | loren. |
| Nur von fern klingt mono | ton | das Summen der Moto | ren. |
| Über den Wolken muß die Freiheit wohl grenzenlos sein. |
| Alle Ängste, alle Sorgen, sagt man, blieben darunter verborgen, und dann |
| würde, was uns groß und wichtig erscheint, plötzlich nichtig und klein. |
| Dann ist alles still, ich | geh', | Regen durchdringt meine | Jacke. |
| Irgendjemand kocht Kaf | fee | in der Luftaufsichtsba | racke. |
| In den Pfützen schwimmt Ben | zin | schillernd wie ein Regen | bogen. |
| Wolken spiegeln sich | darin, | ich wär' gerne mitge | flogen. |
| Über den Wolken muß die Freiheit wohl grenzenlos sein. |
| Alle Ängste, alle Sorgen, sagt man, blieben darunter verborgen, und dann |
| würde, was uns groß und wichtig erscheint, plötzlich nichtig und klein. |
440. Venus
| //// // / / //// // / / | // / | // / | // / | // / | //// // // //// // / / | // / | // / | // / | // / | // / | // / | // / | // / |
| A | goddess on a | mountain | top |
| was | burning like a | silver | flame, |
| the | summit of | beauty and | love, |
| and | Venus was her | name! |
| She's | got it, | yeah | baby, she's | got it | Well |
| I'm your Venus, | I'm your fire - at | your desire | Well |
| I'm your Venus, | I'm your fire at | your desire |
| Her | weapons are her | crystal | eyes |
| making every | man | mad |
| Black as the | dark night | she was, |
| got what | no one else | had! | WOW! |
| She's | got it, | yeah | baby, she's | got it | Well |
| I'm your Venus, | I'm your fire at | your desire | Well |
| I'm your Venus, | I'm your fire at | your desire |
| ( | Riff2) (Riff2) ( | Riff2) (Riff2) |
| Aaaaaaa | aaaah | -aaaaaaa | ah-aaaa | ah-aaaaa | -aaa-aa | ah |
| Aaaaaaa | aaaah | -aaaaaaa | ah-aaaa | ah-aaaaa | -aaa-aa | ah |
| She's | got it, | yeah | baby, she's | got it | Well |
| I'm your Venus, | I'm your fire at | your desire | Well |
| I'm your Venus, | I'm your fire at | your desire |
441. Vincent
| Starry Starry | night | Paint your pallete | blue and grey |
| Look out on a | summers day with | eyes that know the darkness in my | soul. |
| Shadows on the hills | Sketch the trees and the | daffodils |
| Catch the breeze and the | winter chill In | colors on the snowy linen | land. |
| Now I under | stand | what you tried to | say to me |
| How you suffered for your | sanity | How you tried to set them | free! |
| They would not listen, they did | not know how, | per | haps they 'll listen | now! |
| Starry starry night, Flaming flower's that brightly blaze, |
| Swirling clouds in violet haze, Reflect in Vincents eyes of china blue. |
| Colors changing hue, Morning fields of amber graing, |
| Weathered faces lined in pain Are soothed beneath the artists loving hand. |
| Now I under | stand | what you tried to | say to me, |
| How you suffered for your | sanity, | How you tried to set them | free! |
| They would not listen, they did | not know how, | per | haps they 'll listen | now! |
| For the could not | love you | but still your love was | true |
| And when no | hope was left in sight on that | starry starry nite |
| You | took you life as | lovers often | do But I | could of told you Vinvent |
| This | world was never meant for one as | beautiful as | you |
| Starry starry night portraits hung in empty halls |
| frameless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget |
| Like the strangers that youve met, the ragged men in ragged clothes |
| The silver thorn and the bloody rose Lire crushed and broken on the virgin snow |
| And now I think I | know, | what you tried to | say to me, |
| How you suffered for your | sanity, | How you tried to set them | free! |
| They would not listen, They're not | listening still, | Per | haps they never will! |
442. Wagon Wheel
| Headed down south to the | land of the pines, And I'm | thumbin' my way into | North Caroline. |
| Starin' up the road - And pray to | God I see | headlights. |
| I | made it down the coast in | seventeen hours, | Pickin' me a bouquet of | dogwood flowers, |
| And I'm a | hopin' for Raleigh - I can | see my baby to | night. |
| So | rock me mama like a | wagon wheel; | Rock me mama any | way you feel - | Hey, | mama | rock me! |
| Rock me mama like the | wind and the rain; | Rock me mama like a | south-bound train - |
| Hey, | mama | rock me! |
| Runnin' from the cold | up in New England I was | born to be a fiddler in an | old-time stringband. |
| My | baby plays the guitar - | I pick a banjo | now. |
| Oh, the | North country winters keep a | gettin' me now, Lost my | money playin' poker so I | had to up and leave. |
| But I | ain't a turnin' back - To | livin' that old life | no more! |
| So | rock me mama like a | wagon wheel; | Rock me mama any | way you feel - | Hey, | mama | rock me! |
| Rock me mama like the | wind and the rain; | Rock me mama like a | south-bound train - |
| Hey, | mama | rock me! |
| Walkin' to the south | out of Roanoke - I caught a | trucker out of Philly. Had a | nice long talk. |
| But | he's a headed west from the | Cumberland Gap - To | Johnson City, Tennessee |
| And I | gotta get a move on | before the sun, I hear my | baby callin' my name and I | know that she's the only one. |
| And | if I die in Raleigh - At | least I will die | free! |
| So | rock me mama like a | wagon wheel; | Rock me mama any | way you feel - | Hey, | mama | rock me! |
| Rock me mama like the | wind and the rain; | Rock me mama like a | south-bound train - | Hey, | mama | rock me! |
443. Waiting Around to Die
| Sometimes I don't know where this dirty | road is taking me, |
| Some | times I don't even know the reason | why. |
| But I | guess I'll keep on gamblin', lots of | booze and lots of ramblin', |
| It's | easier than just | waitin' around to | die. |
| Oh one time, friends, I had a Ma, even had a Pa, |
| Well he beat her with a belt once 'cause she cried! |
| She told him to take care of me, headed down to Tennessee; |
| Well it's easier than just waitin' around to die. |
| I came of age and I found a girl in a Tuscaloosa bar, |
| Oh, she cleaned me out and hid it on the sly! |
| Well, I tried to kill the pain, I bought some wine and hopped a train; |
| It seemed easier than just to wait around to die. |
| And my friend said he knew where some easy money was, |
| We robbed a man and brother did we fly! |
| The posse caught up with me and drug me back to Muskogee, |
| And it's two long years waiting around to die. |
| Oh, but now I'm out of prison; got me a friend at last. |
| He don't drink, or steal, or cheat, or lie! |
| Oh, his name is codeine, he's the nicest thing I've seen - |
| And together we're gonna wait around to die, |
| Yeah, together we're gonna wait around to die! |
444. I Walk the Line
| I keep a | close watch on this heart of | mine |
| I keep my | eyes wide open all the | time. |
| I keep the | ends out for the tie that | binds |
| Because you're | mine, I walk the | line! |
| I find it | very, very easy to be | true |
| I find my- | self alone when each day is | through |
| Yes, I'll | admit that I'm a fool for | you |
| Because you're | mine, I walk the | line! |
| As sure as | night is dark and day is | light |
| I keep you | on my mind both day and | night |
| And happi- | ness I've known proves that it's | right |
| Because you're | mine, I walk the | line! |
| You've got a | way to keep me on your | side |
| You give me | cause for love that I can't | hide |
| For you I | know I'd even try to turn the | tide |
| Because you're | mine, I walk the | line! |
| I keep a | close watch on this heart of | mine |
| I keep my | eyes wide open all the | time. |
| I keep the | ends out for the tie that | binds |
| Because you're | mine, I walk the | line! |
445. (I was Born Under a) Wand'rin' Star
| I was | born under a | wanderin' | star, |
| I was | born under a | wanderin' | star, |
| Wheels are made for | rollin', | mules are made to | pack; |
| I've | never | seen a | sight that | didn't look better | lookin' | back. |
| I was | born under a | wanderin' | star, a |
| Wand'rin', | wand'rin' | star. |
| Mud can make you prisoner - And the | plains can make you dry; |
| Smoke can burn your eyes, But only | people make you cry. |
| Home was made for comin' from, And | dreams of | goin' | to, |
| Which, with any | luck, will never come | true. |
| I was born under a wanderin' star, I was born under a wanderin' star. |
| Do I know where hell is? Hell is in "Hello." Heaven is "Good bye forever, it's time for me to go." |
| I was born under a wanderin' star, A wanderin', wanderin' star. |
| Mud can make you prisoner - And the | plains can make you dry; |
| Smoke can burn your eyes, But only | people make you cry. |
| Home was made for comin' from, And | dreams of | goin' | to, |
| Which, with any | luck, will never come | true. |
| I was born under a wanderin' star, I was born under a wanderin' star. |
| When I get to heaven, better tie me to a tree, |
| Or I'll be off to roam again, you know where I will be. |
| I was born under a wanderin' star, A wanderin', wanderin' star. |
446. Wanted Man
| Wanted | man in California, Wanted | man in Buffalo, |
| Wanted | man in Kansas | City, Wanted | man in Ohi | o, |
| Wanted | man in Mississippi, Wanted | man in ol' Cheyenne, |
| Wher | ever you might | look tonight You might | see this wanted | man! |
| I might | be in Colorado, Or | Georgia by the sea; |
| Working | for some man who | may not know At | all who I might | be. |
| If you | ever see me coming And if | you know who I am |
| Don't you | breathe it to no | body 'Cause you | know I'm on the | lamb. |
| Wanted | man by Lucy Watson, Wanted | man by Jeannie Brown, |
| Wanted | man by Nellie | Johnson, Wanted | man in this Tex- | town. |
| I've had all that I wanted Of a lot of things I've had |
| And a lot more than I needed Of some things that turned out bad. |
| I got sidetracked in El Paso, Stopped to get myself a map. |
| Went the wrong way in Pleura with Juanita on my back. |
| Then I went to sleep in Shreveport, Woke up in Abilene, |
| Wonderin' why the hell I'm wanted At some town half way in between. |
| Wanted man in Albuquerque, Wanted man in Syracuse, |
| Wanted man in Tallahassee, Wanted man in Baton Rouge. |
| There's somebody set to grab me Anywhere that I might be, |
| And wherever you might look tonight You might get a glimpse of me. |
| Wanted man in California, Wanted man in Buffalo, |
| Wanted man in Kansas City, Wanted man in Ohio. |
| Wanted man in Mississippi, Wanted man in ol' Cheyenne, |
| Wherever you might look tonight You might see this wanted man! |
447. Wasn't Born To Follow
| Oh I'd | rather go and | journey where the | diamond crests are | flowing and |
| Run across the | valley be | neath the sacred | mountains |
| and | Wander through the forest |
| Where the | trees have leaves of prisms and break the light in colors |
| That | no-one knows the | names of. |
| And | when it's time I'll | go and wait bes | ide a legend | ary fountain |
| Till I see your | form reflected | in it's clear and | jeweled water |
| And | if you think I'm ready |
| You may | lead me to the castles where the rivers of our vision |
| Flow | into one an | other. |
| | | (solo) | | |
| I will want to | die beneath the | white cascading | waters |
| She may | beg she may | plead she may | argue with her | logic |
| And | then she'll know the things I lose |
| That | really have no value in the end she will surely know |
| I | wasn't born to fol | low. |
448. Watching the Wheels
| People say I'm crazy, | doing what I'm | doing |
| Well, they give me all kinds of warnings | to save me from | ruin |
| When I say that | I'm okay, well, they | look at me kind of strange |
| Surely you're not | happy now you no | longer play the game |
| People say I'm lazy, dreaming my life away |
| Well, they give me all kinds of advice designed to enlighten me |
| When I tell them that I'm doing fine watching shadows on the wall |
| Don't you miss the big time, boy, you're no longer on the ball |
| I'm just | sitting here watching the | wheels go 'round and | 'round |
| I really | love to watch them | roll |
| No longer | riding on the | merry-go-ro | und |
| I just | had to let it go |
| People asking questions, lost in confusion |
| Well, I tell them there's no problem, only solutions |
| Well, they shake their heads and they look at me as if I've lost my mind |
| I tell them there's no hurry, I'm just sitting here doing time |
| I'm just sitting here watching the wheels go 'round and 'round |
| I really love to watch them roll |
| No longer riding on the merry-go-round |
| I just had to let it go |
| I just | had to let it go |
| I just | had to let it go |
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449. We Can Work It Out
| Try to see it | my | way - Do I have to | keep on talking | till I can't go | on? |
| While you see it | your | way - Run the risk of | knowing that our | love may soon be | gone! |
| We can work it | out - | We can work it | out! |
| Think of what you're | say- | ing - You can get it | wrong and still you | think that it's all | right! |
| Think of what I'm | say- | ing - We can work it | out and get it | straight or say good | night! |
| We can work it | out - | We can work it | out! |
| Life is very short and there's no | ti-- | me |
| For fussing and | fighting my | friend. |
| I have always thought that it's a | cri-- | me |
| So I will | ask you | once | again: |
| Try to see it | my | way - Only time will | tell if I am | right or I am | wrong. |
| While you see it | your | way - There's a chance that | we might fall a | part before too | long! |
| We can work it | out - | We can work it | out! |
| Life is very short and there's no | ti-- | me |
| For fussing and | fighting my | friend. |
| I have always thought that it's a | cri-- | me |
| So I will | ask you | once | again: |
| Try to see it | my | way - Only time will | tell if I am | right or I am | wrong. |
| While you see it | your | way - There's a chance that | we might fall a | part before too | long! |
| We can work it | out - | We can work it | out! |
450. We Love You
| We don't care if you | only | love we. |
| We don't care if you only love we! |
| We-eeh | love you. | We-eeh | love you, |
| And we | hope that | you will | love we | too. |
| We-eeh | love they. | We-eeh | love they, |
| And we | want | you to | love they | too. |
| We | don't care if you | hound we and | lock the doors a | round we. |
| Love can't get our | minds off, We | love you, we love you! |
| You will never | win we. Your | uniforms don't | fit we. |
| We | forget the place we're | in 'Cause we | love you, We love you. Of course, we do! |
| I-iih | love you. | I-iih | love you, |
| And I | hope that | you won't | prove wrong | too. |
| We love you. We do. We love you. We do! |
451. We Will Rock You
| Buddy you’re a boy, |
| make a big noise playin’ in the street |
| gonna be a big man some day, |
| you got mud one yo’ face, you big disgrace |
| kickin’ your can all over the place |
| singin’ we will, we will rock you |
| we will, we will rock you |
| Buddy you’re a young man, |
| Hard man shoutin’ in the street |
| gonna take on the world some day, |
| you got blood on yo’ face, you big disgrace |
| wavin’ your banner all over the place. |
| Singin’ we will, we will rock you |
| we will, we will rock you |
| Buddy you’re an old man, |
| Poor man pleadin’ with your eyes, |
| Gonna make you some peace some day, |
| you got mud one yo’ face, you big disgrace |
| Someboddy better put you back into your place. |
| Singin’ we will, we will rock you |
| we will, we will rock you |
452. Wenn der Elefant in die Disco geht
| Wenn der Elefant in die Disco geht, |
| weißt du, wie er sich auf der | Tanzfläche dreht? |
| Ganz | gemütlich setzt er einen vor den | andern Schuh |
| und | schwingt seinen Rüssel im | Takt dazu: |
| Eins, zwei, | drei und vier, der | Elefant ruft: "Kommt und | tanzt mit mir!" |
| Fünf, sechs, | sieben, acht, und | alle haben mitge | macht. |
| Wenn der Bär in die Disco geht, |
| weißt du, wie er sich auf der Tanzfläche dreht? |
| Die Vordertatzen hebt er und brummt ganz leis |
| und dreht sich langsam um sich selbst im Kreis. |
| Eins, zwei, drei und vier, der Bär ruft: "Kommt und tanzt mit mir!" |
| Fünf, sechs, sieben, acht, und alle haben mitgemacht. |
| Wenn der Affe in die Disco geht, |
| weißt du, wie er sich auf der Tanzfläche dreht? |
| Er baumelt mit den Armen und hüpft ein Stück, |
| nach links und nach rechts, vor und wieder zurück. |
| Eins, zwei, drei und vier, der Affe ruft: "Kommt und tanzt mit mir!" |
| Fünf, sechs, sieben, acht, und alle haben mitgemacht. |
| Wenn das Stinktier in die Disco geht, |
| weißt du, wie es sich auf der Tanzfläche dreht? |
| Es bewegt sich sehr galant, und ein angenehmer Duft, |
| wie französisches Parfüm, erfüllt die Luft. |
| Eins, zwei, drei und vier, das Stinktier ruft: "Kommt und tanzt mit mir!" |
| Fünf, sechs, sieben, acht, und alle haben mitgemacht. |
453. What A Wonderful World
| I see | trees of | green, | red roses | too |
| I see them | bloom, | for me and | you, |
| And I | think to myself, | What a | wonderful | world | . |
| I see | skies of | blue and | clouds of | white, |
| The bright blessed | day, the | dark sacred | night, |
| And I | think to myself, | what a w | onderful w | orld |
| The | colors of the rainbow, so | pretty in the sky |
| Are | also on the faces of | people goin' by |
| I see | friends shaking | hands, saying, " | How do you | do?" |
| They're really | saying, | "I | love | you." |
| I hear | babies | cry, I | watch them | grow |
| They'll learn much | more | than I'll ever | know, |
| And I | think to myself | what a wo | nderful wo | rld |
| Yes I | think to myself, | what a | wonderful | world | . |
454. Drunken Sailor
| What shall we do with a drunken sailor? |
| What shall we do with a drunken sailor? |
| What shall we do with a drunken sailor? |
| Ear-lye | in the | mornin'? |
| Way, ho', an' up she rises, |
| Way, ho', an' up she rises, |
| Way, ho', an' up she rises, |
| Ear-lye | in the | morning. |
| Put him in the longboat 'till he's sober... |
| Keep him there and make him bail 'er... |
| Give him a dose of salt and water... |
| Shave his belly with a rusty razor... |
| Put him in bed with the captain's daughter... |
| She looks like an orangutan, |
| She looks like an orangutan, |
| She looks like an orangutan, |
| Swinging through the rigging. |
| There she goes, swinging through the rigging, |
| There she goes, swinging through the rigging, |
| There she goes, swinging through the rigging, |
| Ear-lye in the morning. |
| What shall we do with a drunken sailor?... |
455. When I Was Young
| The | rooms were so much | colder then; |
| My | father was a | soldier then; And | times were very | hard |
| When I was | young | - When | I was | young |
| I smoked my first cigarette at ten; |
| And for girls I had a bad yen; |
| And I had quite a ball - When I was young |
| When | I was young it was | more important |
| Pain more painful, | laughter much louder, | yeah |
| When I was | young | - When | I was | young |
| I met my first love at thirteen |
| She was brown and I was pretty green |
| And I learned quite a lot |
| When I was young - When I was young |
| / / / / | / / / / | / / / / | / / / / | / / / / | / / / / | / / / / / / / / |
| When | I was young it was | more important |
| Pain more painful, | laughter much louder, | yeah |
| When I was | young |
| My | faith was so much | stronger then; | I believed in | fellow men |
| And I was so much | older then - When I was | young |
| When I was | young - When I was young... |
456. When I'm Sixty-Four
| When I get older, losing my hair, many years from | now, |
| will you still be sending me a Valentine, birthday greetings, | bottle of wine? |
| If I'd been out 'til quarter to three, | would you lock the | door? |
| Will you still | need me, | will you still | feed me, | when I'm | sixty- | four? |
| You'll be older, | too. (Aaah- | aah) |
| And if you | say the word, | I could | stay with | you. |
| I could be handy, mending a fuse, when your lights have | gone. |
| You can knit a sweater by the fireside, sunday mornings, | go for a ride. |
| Doing the garden, digging the weeds, | who could ask for | more? |
| Will you still | need me, | will you still | feed me, | when I'm | sixty- | four? |
| Every summer we can rent a cottage in the Isle of | Wight, if it's not to | dear. |
| We shall scrimp and | save. (and | save) |
| Grandchildren | on your knee, | Vera, | Chuck, and | Dave. |
| Send me a postcard, drop me a line stating point of | view. |
| Indicate precisely what you mean to say, yours sincerely | wasting away. |
| Give me your answer, fill in a form - | mine forever | more. |
| Will you still | need me, | will you still | feed me, | when I'm | sixty- | four? |
457. When I'm Dead and Gone
| Oh I love you baby, I | love you night and day, |
| When I leave you baby, don't | cry the night away, |
| When I die, | don't you write no | words upon my tomb. |
| I | don't believe, I | want to leave no | epitaph of doom. |
| Oh oh oh | oh | When I'm dead and | gone, |
| I want to | leave some happy | woman livin | on. |
| Oh oh oh | Oh, | When I'm dead and | gone, |
| Don't | want nobody to | mourn beside my | grave. |
| Oh my Melinda, she's out to get my hide. |
| She's got a shotgun and her daughter by her side. |
| Hey there ladies. Johnson's free. |
| Who's got the love, who's got enough to keep a man like me? |
| Oh oh oh oh. When I'm dead and gone, |
| I want to leave some happy woman living on. |
| Oh oh oh oh. When I'm dead and gone |
| Don't want nobody to mourn beside my grave. |
| Oh oh oh oh. When I'm dead and gone |
| I want to leave some happy woman living on. |
| Oh oh oh oh. When I'm dead and gone |
| Don't want nobody to mourn beside my grave. |
| / / / | / | / Ooh la la la ... |
458. Where Do You go to My Lovely
| You | talk like Marlene | Dietrich |
| And you | dance like Zizi Jean | maire |
| Your | clothes are all made by | Balmain |
| And there's | diamonds and pearls in your | hair |
| You | live in a fancy a | ppartement |
| Of the | Boulevard of St. Mi | chel |
| Where you | keep your Rolling Stones | records |
| And a | friend of Sacha Di | stel |
| But | where do you go to my | lovely |
| When you're alone in your | bed |
| Tell me the thoughts that sur | round you |
| I | want to look inside your | head |
| I've seen all your qualifications |
| You got from the Sorbonne |
| And the painting you stole from Picasso |
| Your loveliness goes on and on, yes it does |
| When you go on your summer vacation |
| You go to Juan-les-Pines |
| With your carefully designed topless swimsuit |
| You get an even suntan, on your back and on your legs |
| When the snow falls you're found in St. Moritz |
| With the others of the jet-set |
| And you sip your Napoleon Brandy |
| But you never get your lips wet |
| But where do you go to.. |
| Your name is heard in high places |
| You know the Aga Khan |
| He sent you a racehorse for christmas |
| And you keep it just for fun, for a laugh ha-ha |
| They say that when you get married |
| It'll be to a millionaire |
| But they don't realize where you came from |
| And I wonder if they really care, they give a damn |
| But where do you go to.. |
| I remember the back streets of Naples |
| Two children begging in rags |
| Both touched with a burning ambition |
| To shake off their lowly brown tags, yes they try |
| So look into my face Marie-Claire |
| And remember just who you are |
| Then go and forget me forever |
| 'Cause I know you still bear the scar, deep inside, yes you do |
| I know where you go to my lovely |
| When you're alone in your bed |
| I know the thoughts that surround you |
| 'Cause I can look inside your head |
459. Where Have All the Flowers Gone
| Where have all the flowers gone, | Long time | passing? |
| Where have all the flowers gone, | Long time a | go? |
| Where have all the flowers gone? | Young girls picked them, | every one; |
| Oh, when will | you ever learn, | Oh, when will | you ever | learn? |
| Where have all the young girls gone, Long time passing? |
| Where have all the young girls gone, Long time ago? |
| Where have all the young girls gone? They've taken husbands, every one; |
| Oh, when will you ever learn, Oh, when will you ever learn? |
| Where have all the young men gone, Long time passing? |
| Where have all the young men gone, Long time ago? |
| Where have all the young men gone? They're all in uniform; |
| Oh, when will we ever learn, Oh, when will we ever learn? |
460. Sag mir, wo die Blumen sind
| Sag mir, wo die Blumen sind, Wo sind sie geblieben? |
| Sag mir, wo die Blumen sind, Was ist gescheh'n? |
| Sag mir, wo die Blumen sind, Mädchen pflückten sie geschwind. |
| Wann wird man je versteh'n, Wann wird man je versteh'n? |
| Sag mir, wo die Mädchen sind...Männer nahmen sie geschwind. Wann... |
| Sag mir, wo die Männer sind...zogen fort, der Krieg beginnt. Wann... |
| Sag, wo die Soldaten sind...über Gräbern weht der Wind. Wann... |
| Sag mir, wo die Gräber sind...Blumen weh'n im Sommerwind. Wann... |
461. Where Have all the Good Times Gone?
| Well, | in my life I | never stopped to | worry 'bout a | thing |
| Open up and | shout it out and | never try to | sing |
| Wondering if I done | wrong |
| Will | this impression last too | long? But - |
| Won't you | tell me | - | Where have all the | good times | gone? |
| Where have all the | good times | gone? |
| Well, | once we had an | easy ride and | always felt the | same |
| Time was on my | side and I had | everything to | gain |
| Let it be like | yesterday |
| Please let me have happy | days And - |
| Won't you tell me - Where have all the good times gone? Where have all the good times gone? |
| Ma & Pa look | back at all the | things they used to | do |
| Didn't have no | money and they | always told the | truth |
| Daddy didn't have no | toys |
| And Mommy didn't need no | boys. |
| Won't you tell me - Where have all the good times gone? Where have all the good times gone? |
| Yesterday was | such an easy | game for you to | play |
| But lets face it - | things are so much | easier | today |
| Guess you need some bringin' | down |
| And get your feet back on the | ground |
| Won't you tell me - Where have all the good times gone? Where have all the good times gone? |
462. While My Guitar Gently Weeps
| I | look at you | all see the | love there that's | sleeping |
| While my gui | tar gently | weeps |
| I | look at the | floor and I | see it needs | sweeping |
| Still my gui | tar gently | weeps |
| I don't know | why | nobody | told you - | how to unfold your | love |
| I don't know | how | someone contr | olled you - | They bought and sold | you |
| I | look at the | world and I | notice it's | turning |
| While my | guitar gently | weeps |
| With | every mis | take we must | surely be | learning |
| Still my | guitar gently | weeps |
| I don't know | how | you were di | verted - | You were perverted | too |
| I don't know | how | you were in | verted - | No one aler | ted you |
| I | look at you | all see the | love there that's | sleeping |
| While my gui | tar gently | weeps |
| ..Look at you | all | - | Still my gui | tar gently | weeps |
463. Whiskey in the Jar
| As | I was going over the | far Kilgarry mountain, |
| I | met with Captain Farrell and his | money he was | counting. |
| I | first produced me pistol and I | then produced me rapier, saying |
| " | stand and deliver for you | are the bold de | ceiver." |
| Mu-sha | ring doma-du doma- | da. | Whack for the daddy-oh, |
| whack for the daddy-oh, there's | whisky | in the | jar. |
| I | counted out his money and it | made a pretty penny, |
| I | put it in me pocket And I | took it home to | Jenny. |
| She | sighed and swore that she | never would deceive me, |
| But the | devil take the women for they | never can be | easy. |
| Mu-sha ring doma-du doma-da ... |
| I went into my chamber all for to take a slumber, |
| I dreamed of gold and girls - And for sure it was no wonder. |
| Me Jenny took me charges and she filled them up with water, |
| And set for Caotain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter: |
| Mu-sha ring doma-du doma-da ... |
| First early in the morning - Just before I rose to travel, |
| A-comes a band of footmen and likewise Captain Farrell. |
| I first produced me pistol for she stole away my rapier, |
| But I couldn't shoot the water for a prisoner I was taken. |
| Mu-sha ring doma-du doma-da ... |
| Now there's some take delight in the carriages a'rolling, |
| and others take delight in the hurley and the bowling. |
| But I takes delight in the juice of the barley, |
| and courting pretty fair-maids in the morning quite so early. |
| Mu-sha ring doma-du doma-da ... |
| If anyone can aid me it is me brother the in the army, |
| If I can find he's stationed in Cork or in Killarney. |
| And if he'll go with me we'll go rolling in Kilkenny, |
| And I'm sure he'll treat me better than me only sporting Jenny. |
| Mu-sha ring doma-du doma-da ... |
| Mu-sha ring doma-du doma-da ... |
464. Whisky Johnny
| As we sailed on the water blue, Whisky! Johnny! |
| A | good long pull and a | strong one | too, Whisky for my | Johnny! |
| Whisky killed my brother Tom, Whisky! Johnny! |
| I drink whisky all day long, Whisky for my Johnny! |
| Whisky made me pawn my clothes, Whisky! Johnny! |
| Whisky gave me this red nose, Whisky for my Johnny! |
| Whisky is the life of man, Whisky! Johnny! |
| I'll drink my whisky while I can, Whisky for my Johnny! |
| Oh, whisky straight and whisky strong, Whisky! Johnny! |
| Give me whisky and I'll sing you a song, Whisky for my Johnny! |
| Whisky killed my poor old dad, Whisky! Johnny! |
| Whisky druv my mother mad, Whisky for my Johnny! |
| I drink whisky, my wife drinks gin, Whisky! Johnny! |
| And the way she drinks it is a sin, Whisky for my Johnny! |
| I and my wife cannot agree, Whisky! Johnny! |
| For she drinks whisky in her tea, Whisky for my Johnny! |
| I had a girl, her name was Lize, Whisky! Johnny! |
| She puts whisky in her pies, Whisky for my Johnny! |
| Whisky stole my brains away, Whisky! Johnny! |
| The bos'n pipes and I'll belay, Whisky for my Johnny! |
465. White Room
| Ah | Ah | Ah | Ah - | Ah A | h | Ah | Ah | Ah |
| In the | white room | with black | curtains | near the | stations. |
| Blackroof | country, | no gold | pavements | , | tired | starlings, |
| Silver | horses | run down | moonbeams | in your | dark eyes. |
| Dawnlight | smiles | on your | leaving | , | my con | tentment. |
| I'll | wait in this | place where the | sun never | shines. |
| Wait in this | place where the | shadows | run from them | selves. |
| You said no strings could secure you at the stations. |
| Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows. |
| I walked into such a sad time at the station. |
| As I walked out felt my own need just beginning. |
| I'll wait in the queue when the trains come back. |
| I'll wait for you where the shadows run from themselves. |
| Ah | Ah | Ah | Ah - | Ah A | h | Ah | Ah | Ah |
| At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd. |
| Consolation from the old wound now forgotten. |
| Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes. |
| She's just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings. |
| I'll sleep in this place with the lonely crowd, |
| Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves. |
| Ah | Ah | Ah | Ah - | Ah | Ah | Ah | Ah | Ah | Ah |
466. Wild Horses
| Childhood | living | is easy to | do |
| The things you | wanted | I bought them for | you |
| Graceless | lady | you know who I | am |
| You know I | can't let you | slide through my | hands. |
| Wild | Horses | couldn't | drag me | away. |
| Wild, wild | horses | couldn't | drag me a | way. |
| I watched you | suffer | a dull aching | pain, |
| Now you de | cided | to show me the | same. |
| No sweet thing | exits | oh of stage | blinds. |
| Could make me be | bitter | or | treat you | unkind. |
| Wild | Horses | couldn't | drag me | away. |
| Wild, wild | horses | couldn't | drag me a | way. |
| I know I've | drained you | it seemed like a | lie. |
| I have my | freedom | but I don't have much | time. |
| Faith has been | broken | tears must be | cried. |
| Let's do some | living | after we've | died. |
| Wild | horses | couldn't | drag me a | way. |
| Wild, wild | horses | we'll | ride them some | day. |
| Wild | horses | couldn't | drag me a | way. |
| Wild, wild | horses | we'll | ride them some | day. |
467. Wild Thing
| / | / / | / / | / / / / |
| Wild thing, | you make my | heart sing. |
| You make | everything | groovy. | Wild thing. |
| Wild thing-I think I love you. | But I wanna know for sure. |
| Come on and hold me tight. | I love you. |
| Wild thing, | you make my | heart sing. |
| You make | everything | groovy. | Wild thing. |
| Wild thing-I think you move me. | But I wanna know for sure. |
| Come on and hold me tight. | You move me. |
| Wild thing, | you make my | heart sing. |
| You make | everything | groovy. | Wild thing. |
| Come on come on | wild thing. |
| Shake it shake it | wild thing... |
468. Wild West End
| Steppin' out to | Angellucci's, | for my coffee beans |
| checking out the | movies, | and the magazines |
| waitress she | watches me, | crossing from the Barocco bar |
| I'm getting a | pickup, | for my | steel guitar |
| I saw you | walking out, | Shaftsbury | Avenue |
| excuse me | talking, I wanna | marry you |
| this is | seventh heaven street to me, | don't you be so | proud |
| You're just another | angel, | in the crowd. |
| And I'm | walking in the | wild west end | - | Walking in the | wild west end |
| Walking with your | wild best friend |
| Now my conductress on the number nineteen, she was a honey (she was a honey) |
| pink toenails and hands all dirty with the money |
| greasy greasy greasy hair, easy smile |
| made me feel nineteen, for awhile |
| and I went down to Chinatown |
| in the backroom it's a man's world, all the money go down |
| Duck inside the doorway, duck to eat |
| just ain't no way, you and me, we can't beat |
| And I'm walking in the wild west end - Walking in the wild west end |
| Walking with your wild best friend |
| Now the gogo dancing girl, yes I saw her |
| the deejay, he say, "Here's Mandy for Ya" |
| I feel all right to have seen her do that stuff |
| She's dancing high, I move on by, the close-ups can get rough |
| when you're walking in the wild west end - walking in the wild west end |
| Walking with your wild best friend |
469. Wild World
| Now that I've | lost every thing to | you, |
| You say you | want to start something | new, |
| And it's | breaking my heart you're | leaving - baby I'm grieving. |
| But if you want to | leave take good | care |
| Hope you have a | lot of nice things to | wear |
| But then a | lot of nice things turn | bad out | there |
| Ooh | baby baby it's a | wild world |
| It's hard to get | by just upon a | smile |
| Ooh | baby baby it's a | wild world |
| And | I'll always re | member you like a | child girl |
| You know I've seen a | lot of what the world can | do |
| And it's | breaking my heart in | two |
| Cause I | never want ot see you | sad girl - Don't be a bad girl |
| But if you want to | leave take good | care, |
| Hope you make a | lot of nice friends out | there |
| But just re | member there's a lot of bad | and be | ware |
| Ooh | baby baby it's a | wild world |
| It's hard to get | by just upon a | smile |
| Ooh | baby baby it's a | wild world |
| And | I'll always re | member you like a | child girl |
| (Break) | (solo) |
| Baby I love you . . . |
| But if you want to | leave take good | care, |
| Hope you make a | lot of nice friends out | there |
| But just re | member there's a lot of bad | and be | ware |
| Ooh | baby baby it's a | wild world |
| It's hard to get | by just upon a | smile |
| Ooh | baby baby it's a | wild world |
| And | I'll always re | member you like a | child girl |
470. Wind of Change
| ( | Whi | stle) |
| I follow the Mos | kva - Down to Gorky | Park - List'ning to the | wind of | cha- - | ange. |
| An August summer | night - Soldiers passing | by - List'ning to the | wind of | cha-- | ange. |
| ( | Whi | e) |
| The world is closing | in - Did you ever | think - That we could be so | close, like | bro-o- | thers. |
| The future's in the | air, I can feel it every | where - Blowing with the | wind of | cha- - | ange. |
| Take | me to the | magic of the | moment - On a | glory | night, |
| Where the | children of to | morrow dream a | way, | In the wind of | change. |
| The wind of change blows | straight - Into the face of | time. |
| Like a stormwind that will | ring - The freedom bell for peace of | mind. |
| Let your balalaika | sing - What my guitar wants to | say. |
| The world is closing in, did you ever think, That we could be so close, like brothers. |
| The future's in the air, I can feel it everywhere; Blowing with the wind of change. |
| Take me to the magic of the moment - On a glory night, |
| Where the children of tomorrow dream away, In the wind of change. |
| ( | Whi | stle) |
| Walking down the street; Distant memories - Are buried in the past, forever. |
| I follow the Moskva - Down to Gorky Park, Listening to the wind of change. |
| Take me to the magic of the moment - On a glory night, |
| Where the children of tomorrow dream away, In the wind of change. |
| Take me to the magic of the moment - On a glory night, |
| Where the children of tomorrow dream away, In the wind of change. |
| ( | Whist | le) |
471. Wir haben Grund zum Feiern
| (int | ro) | Wir haben Grund zum | Feiern! Unser | Hexenwald wird heut' | zwanzig Jahre alt! |
| Wir haben Grund zum | Feiern! Darum | trinken wir weil heute | alles Uwe zahlt! |
| Sehr viel Sonne, Wald und Tiere | und die schönen Seen, |
| das ist unser Hexenwald auf | den wir alle steh'n! |
| Uwe, Darja, Bärbel, Thomas, | Marvik und auch Trutz, |
| Sorgen hier für unser Wohl und be | seitigen den Schmutz! |
| Arbeit wird hier prompt erledigt - | manchmal auch sehr spät. |
| Die | Qualität ist hier sehr hoch - auch | wenn nicht immer alles geht. |
| Wir haben Grund zum Feiern... |
| Hier kann man gut Gammler sein, | Hippie sowieso; |
| Und das Radfahr'n in den Wäldern | macht so manchen froh. |
| Paddeln hier auf den Gewässern, | Wandern hier im Wald, |
| Das geht gut so wie das Baden - | doch der See ist kalt! |
| Dusche lauwarm: sowieso | und im Sommer stinkt das Klo - |
| Doch wir sind ja hartgesotten, | kommen wieder und sind froh: |
| Wir haben Grund zum Feiern... |
| Thomas diese treue Seele | ist das Urgestein, |
| Brummig wie ein alter Bär teilt | er die Plätze ein. |
| Abends zehn auf die Minute | sagt der Thomas "Halt die Schnute!" |
| Wenn du dann nicht leise bist | kriegst du einen drauf! |
| Kommst um vier du blau vom Feuer, | legst dich müd' in deine Heia, |
| weckt dich spätestens um fünf sein | bunter Hahn dann wieder auf! |
| Wir haben Grund zum Feiern... |
| Aus der Schweiz kommt unser Heiko und | er macht das Feuer an, |
| Frank sein Assi hilft dabei so | gut er eben kann. |
| Schweizer Heiko ist auch Koch - wenn | auch nur nebenbei; |
| Doch sein Nachtmahl aus dem Feuer | grenzt an Zauberei. |
| Hast du Frost an deinen Knien | heizt der Heiko richtig ein - |
| und | wenn er damit fertig ist dann | schwitzt du wie ein Schwein! |
| Wir haben Grund zum | Feiern! Unser | Hexenwald wird heut' | zwanzig Jahre alt! |
| Wir haben Grund zum | Feiern! Darum | trinken wir weil heute | alles Uwe zahlt! |
| Chris der Profi, Gerald, Werner, | Jürgen, Lutz und Till |
| Klampfen hier am Lagerfeuer e | gal ob's jemand will! |
| Manchmal laut und manchmal leise, | richtig oder falsch - |
| Singen sie hier manche Weise und | das aus vollem Hals. |
| Brennt das Feuer lichterloh | macht das Bier uns richtig froh. |
| Tags d'rauf platzt der Kopf dann schier - doch | abends sind wir wieder hier! |
| Wir haben Grund zum Feiern... |
| Zwanzig Jahre Hexenwald, wir | lieben diesen Ort; |
| Auch | wenn die Welt da draußen lockt uns | kriegt hier keiner fort! |
| Langsam läuft hier unser Leben - | plätschert so vorbei; |
| Und die Zeiger an der Uhr die | sind hier einerlei. |
| Haveltourist auf den Fersen | bleibt sich unser Uwe treu; |
| D'rum | feiern wir bald fünfzig Jahr denn | er macht hier ja Geld wie Heu! |
| Wir haben Grund zum Feiern... |
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| (I was Born Under a) Wand'rin' Star | 445 |
| 16 Tons | 366 |
| 19th Nervous Breakdown | 306 |
| 2000 Light Years from Home | 437 |
| 2000 Men | 438 |
| 20th Century Man | 436 |
| 500 Meilen | 1 |
| 99 Luftballons | 281 |
| A Boy named Sue | 2 |
| A Day in the Life | 3 |
| A Hard Day's Night | 4 |
| A Thing Called Love | 425 |
| A Well Respected Man | 5 |
| A Whiter Shade of Pale | 6 |
| Aber bitte mit Sahne | 7 |
| Across the Universe | 8 |
| Ain't No Sunshine | 9 |
| Alabama Song | 10 |
| Alberta | 11 |
| All Along The Watchtower | 12 |
| All Right Now! | 13 |
| All Summer Long | 14 |
| All Together Now | 15 |
| Aloha Heja He | 16 |
| Always Look on the Bright Side of Life | 17 |
| Always On My Mind | 18 |
| Am Sonntag will mein Süßer mit mir segeln geh'n | 19 |
| Amazing Grace | 20 |
| American Pie | 21 |
| Angelina | 22 |
| Angie | 23 |
| Anne Kaffeekanne | 24 |
| Annie's Song | 25 |
| Another Brick In the Wall | 26 |
| Any Time at All | 27 |
| Apeman | 28 |
| At My Window | 29 |
| Atlantis | 30 |
| Auf der Hülle von den Rolling Stones | 31 |
| Auf der Reeperbahn nachts um halb eins | 32 |
| Baby Please don't Go | 34 |
| Back in the U.S.S.R | 35 |
| Bad Moon Rising | 36 |
| Banks of the Ohio | 39 |
| Barbara Ann | 40 |
| Behind Blue Eyes | 41 |
| Bella Ciao (deutsch) | 42 |
| Belle Isle | 43 |
| Better Things | 44 |
| Big River | 45 |
| Bird on the Wire | 46 |
| Birthday | 47 |
| Black Magic Woman | 48 |
| Blowin' in the Wind | 49 |
| Blue Suede Shoes | 50 |
| Blueberry Hill | 51 |
| Boat On The River | 52 |
| Bobby Brown | 53 |
| Bonanza | 54 |
| Born To Be Wild | 55 |
| Born Under A Bad Sign | 56 |
| Brain Damage | 57 |
| Breathe | 58 |
| Bring It On Home To Me | 59 |
| Brown Sugar | 60 |
| Bruttosozialprodukt | 61 |
| Bye Bye Johnny | 63 |
| Bye Bye Love | 64 |
| California Dreamin' | 65 |
| Calm After the Storm | 66 |
| Can't Buy me Love | 67 |
| Caprifischer | 104 |
| Catch the Wind | 68 |
| Celia Of The Seals | 69 |
| Child in Time | 71 |
| City of New Orleans | 72 |
| Cold Cold Ground | 73 |
| Colours | 74 |
| Come Away, Melinda | 75 |
| Coming into Los Angeles | 76 |
| Complicated Life | 77 |
| Copper Kettle | 78 |
| Country Honk | 79 |
| Cowgirl In The Sand | 81 |
| Coz I Luv You | 82 |
| Da sprach der alte Häuptling der Indianer | 83 |
| Dandelion | 84 |
| Dandy | 85 |
| Das Katzentatzentanzspiel | 86 |
| Das Lied vom Wecken | 87 |
| Dat du min Leevsten büst | 296 |
| Day Tripper | 88 |
| Day-O (Banana Boat Song) | 38 |
| Daydream | 89 |
| Daydream Believer | 90 |
| Days | 91 |
| Dead End Street | 92 |
| Dead Flowers | 93 |
| Death of a Clown | 94 |
| Dedicated Follower of Fashion | 95 |
| Delilah | 96 |
| Der Cowboy Jim aus Texas | 97 |
| Der Hase Augustin | 98 |
| Der Malocher | 99 |
| Der Pfeifer | 101 |
| Der Tag des Herrn | 102 |
| Der musikalische Wasserhahn | 100 |
| Diamonds on the Inside | 103 |
| Die Diplomatenjagd | 105 |
| Die Freiheit | 106 |
| Die Gedanken sind frei | 107 |
| Die Gitarre und das Meer | 108 |
| Die Internationale | 109 |
| Die Leiche | 110 |
| Die Moorsoldaten | 111 |
| Die Moritat von Mackie Messer | 284 |
| Die Rübe | 112 |
| Die alten Rittersleut' | 335 |
| Dirty Old Town | 113 |
| Don't Let Me be Misunderstood | 116 |
| Don't Look Back in Anger | 117 |
| Don't Think Twice, It's All Right | 118 |
| Don't Worry, Be Happy | 119 |
| Don't be Angry | 115 |
| Donna Donna | 114 |
| Down On the Corner | 120 |
| Dream a Little Dream of me | 121 |
| Drive My Car | 122 |
| Drunken Sailor | 454 |
| Dschinghis Khan (140bpm) | 123 |
| Eight Days A Week | 125 |
| Eight Miles High | 126 |
| Ein Schiff wird kommen | 127 |
| Einheitsfrontlied | 128 |
| Eleanor Rigby | 129 |
| End Of The Line | 130 |
| Er gehört zu mir | 131 |
| Eve of Destruction | 132 |
| Far Far Away | 133 |
| Fare Thee Well, Miss Carousel | 134 |
| Father and Son | 135 |
| Feelin' Groovy | 136 |
| Fever | 137 |
| Fields of Gold | 138 |
| Fifty Ways to Leave Your Lover | 139 |
| First we Take Manhattan | 140 |
| Five Hundred Miles | 141 |
| Fly me to the Moon - In Other Words | 142 |
| Folsom Prison Blues | 143 |
| For Your Love | 145 |
| For no One | 144 |
| Forever Young | 146 |
| Four Strong Winds | 147 |
| Fox On The Run | 148 |
| Free Fallin' | 149 |
| Friday On My Mind | 150 |
| Friend Of The Devil | 151 |
| From Hank to Hendrix | 152 |
| Further On Up The Road | 153 |
| Für mich soll's rote Rosen regnen | 343 |
| Games People Play | 154 |
| Geld | 155 |
| Get Off Of My Cloud | 157 |
| Get thee behind me, Satan | 156 |
| Ghost Riders In The Sky | 158 |
| Girl | 159 |
| Give My Lve to Rose | 160 |
| Go, Tell it on the Mountain | 161 |
| Goldwatch Blues | 162 |
| Good People | 163 |
| Green, Green Grass Of Home | 164 |
| Greensleeves | 165 |
| Griechischer Wein | 166 |
| Guantanamera | 167 |
| Gute Nacht, Freunde | 168 |
| Guten Tag Liebes Glück | 169 |
| Hallelujah | 170 |
| Halt dich an deiner Liebe fest | 171 |
| Hang On Sloopy | 172 |
| Hank starb an 'ner Überdosis Hasch | 173 |
| Happy | 174 |
| Happy Birthday | 175 |
| Happy Together | 176 |
| Have You Ever Seen The Rain | 177 |
| He-Ho, spann den Wagen an | 178 |
| Heart of Gold | 179 |
| Heimweh (Dort wo die Blumen blühn) | 180 |
| Help! | 181 |
| Helpless | 182 |
| Here Comes the Sun | 183 |
| Here There and Everywhere | 184 |
| Here’s to You (Nicola and Bart) | 185 |
| Heroes - Helden | 186 |
| Heute hier, morgen dort | 187 |
| Hey Joe | 188 |
| Hey Jude | 189 |
| Hey Tonight | 191 |
| Hey, Pippi Langstrumpf | 190 |
| Hit The Road, Jack | 194 |
| Homeward Bound | 195 |
| Hoochie Coochie Man | 196 |
| Horch was kommt von draußen 'rein | 197 |
| Horse With No Name | 198 |
| House of the Rising Sun | 199 |
| Hungry Freaks, Daddy | 200 |
| Hungry Heart | 201 |
| Hurdy Gurdy Man | 202 |
| Hurt | 203 |
| I Am A Rock | 204 |
| I Am The Walrus | 205 |
| I Can See For Miles | 206 |
| I Don't Need no Doctor | 208 |
| I Feel Free | 209 |
| I Shall Be Released | 210 |
| I Shot the Sheriff | 211 |
| I Walk the Line | 444 |
| I Won't Back Down | 212 |
| I can't Control Myself | 207 |
| I'll Try for the Sun | 432 |
| I'm A Believer | 218 |
| I'm Looking Through You | 221 |
| I'm Not Like Everybody Else | 222 |
| I'm Only Sleeping | 223 |
| I'm a Boy | 219 |
| I'm a Train | 220 |
| I'm so Tired | 224 |
| I'm the Urban Spaceman | 225 |
| Ich fahr mit der Lambretta | 213 |
| Ich war noch niemals in New York | 214 |
| If I Were A Carpenter | 216 |
| If I had a Hammer | 215 |
| If You Could Read My Mind | 217 |
| Imagine | 226 |
| In My Life | 227 |
| In the Summertime | 228 |
| In the Year 2525 (Exordium & Terminus) | 229 |
| Indian Reservation | 230 |
| Into the Great Wide Open | 231 |
| Island in the Sun | 232 |
| Isle of Islay | 233 |
| It Ain't Me, Babe | 234 |
| It Don't Come Easy | 235 |
| It never rains in Southern California | 236 |
| It's all over now, Baby Blue | 33 |
| Jackson | 237 |
| Jangalene | 238 |
| Jealous Guy | 239 |
| Johnny B. Goode | 240 |
| Jolene | 241 |
| Junge komm bald wieder | 242 |
| Junimond | 243 |
| Just Like a Woman | 244 |
| Kaspar | 245 |
| Keep the Customer Satisfied | 246 |
| Kling Klang | 247 |
| Knockin' on Heaven's Door | 248 |
| Kokain | 250 |
| Kriminaltango | 251 |
| König von Deutschland | 249 |
| La Paloma | 252 |
| Lady Jane | 254 |
| Lady Madonna | 255 |
| Lady in Black | 253 |
| Lay Lady Lay | 257 |
| Layla | 259 |
| Lazy Sunday | 260 |
| Leaving on a Jetplane | 261 |
| Lemon Tree | 262 |
| Les champs élysées | 70 |
| Let it be | 263 |
| Let's Spend The Night Together | 264 |
| Lied der Zigeuner (Ich kennne Europas Zonen) | 265 |
| Light my Fire | 266 |
| Like The 309 | 268 |
| Like a Rolling Stone | 267 |
| Lili Marleen | 269 |
| Living with the Blues | 271 |
| Locomotive Breath | 272 |
| Lodi | 273 |
| Lola | 274 |
| Long as I can See the Light | 275 |
| Looking Out my Backdoor | 276 |
| Love in Vain | 277 |
| Love is All Around | 278 |
| Love the One You're With | 279 |
| Lucky Man | 280 |
| Lumberjack song | 282 |
| Lummerlandlied (eine Insel mit zwei Bergen) | 283 |
| Mad World | 285 |
| Magic Bus | 286 |
| Man in Black | 287 |
| Marmor, Stein und Eisen bricht | 288 |
| Masters of War | 289 |
| Maxwell's Silver Hammer | 290 |
| Mein kleiner grüner Kaktus | 291 |
| Memphis Tennessee | 292 |
| Mercedes Benz | 293 |
| Michelle | 294 |
| Midnight Special | 295 |
| Moon Shadow | 298 |
| Morning Has Broken | 299 |
| Morning of my Life | 300 |
| Mother's Little Helper | 301 |
| Mr. Bojangles | 302 |
| Mr. Tambourine Man | 401 |
| Mrs. Robinson | 303 |
| My My, Hey Hey (Out of the Blue) | 304 |
| Nah Neh Nah | 305 |
| Nights in White Satin | 307 |
| Nine Million Bicycles | 308 |
| Norwegian Wood | 309 |
| Nowhere Man | 310 |
| Ob-La-Di Ob-La-Da | 311 |
| Oh My Love | 312 |
| Oh, Pretty Woman | 328 |
| On the Sunny Side of the Street | 313 |
| One | 314 |
| One More Cup of Coffee | 315 |
| One too many Mornings | 316 |
| Over the Rainbow | 317 |
| Paint it, Black! | 318 |
| Pancho and Lefty | 319 |
| Papa was a Rollin' Stone | 320 |
| Paperback Writer | 321 |
| Passing Through | 322 |
| Penny Lane | 323 |
| Personal Jesus | 324 |
| Pictures of Lily | 325 |
| Pinball Wizard | 326 |
| Pitsch, Patsch, Pinguin | 327 |
| Probier's mal mit Gemütlichkeit | 329 |
| Proud Mary | 330 |
| Radar Love | 331 |
| Red House | 332 |
| Remember the Alamo | 405 |
| Riders On The Storm | 333 |
| Ring of Fire | 334 |
| Rock And Roll Music | 336 |
| Rock Around the Clock | 337 |
| Rockin' All Over The World | 338 |
| Rockin' In the Free World | 339 |
| Roll Over Beethoven | 341 |
| Roll in My Sweet Baby's Arms | 340 |
| Rolling home | 342 |
| Ruby Tuesday | 344 |
| Sag mir, wo die Blumen sind | 460 |
| Sailing | 345 |
| Salt of the Earth | 346 |
| San Franciscan Nights | 347 |
| San Francisco | 348 |
| Satisfaction | 349 |
| Scarborough Fair/Canticle | 350 |
| Schlaflied für Anne | 351 |
| Schlag sie tot | 352 |
| Schon so lang | 353 |
| Schuld war nur der Bossa Nova | 354 |
| Schöner fremder Mann | 355 |
| Season of the Witch | 356 |
| See See Rider | 357 |
| Seemann (deine Heimat ist das Meer) | 358 |
| Seven Drunken Nights | 359 |
| Shapes Of Things | 360 |
| Shenandoah | 361 |
| Singapur | 363 |
| Sitting on a Fence | 365 |
| Sitting on the Dock of the Bay | 364 |
| Sky Pilot | 367 |
| Slip Slidin' Away | 368 |
| Sloop John B. | 369 |
| Smoke On the Water | 370 |
| So Long, Marianne | 371 |
| Something | 372 |
| Sounds of Silence | 373 |
| Space Oddity | 374 |
| Speedy Gonzales | 375 |
| Spicks and Specks | 376 |
| Spiel nicht mit den Schmuddelkindern | 377 |
| Spirit in the Sky | 378 |
| Spoonful | 379 |
| St. James Infirmary | 380 |
| Strawberry Fields Forever for Dummies | 381 |
| Street Fighting Man | 382 |
| Streets of London | 383 |
| Substitute | 384 |
| Sultans of Swing | 385 |
| Summer Wine | 387 |
| Summer in the City | 386 |
| Summertime | 388 |
| Summertime Blues | 389 |
| Sunny | 390 |
| Sunny Afternoon | 391 |
| Sunshine Superman | 393 |
| Sunshine of Your Love | 392 |
| Surfin' U.S.A. | 394 |
| Suzanne | 396 |
| Sway | 397 |
| Sympathy For The Devil | 399 |
| Süffelmann | 400 |
| Take me Home, Country Roads | 80 |
| Taxi nach Paris | 402 |
| Tent | 403 |
| That'll Be the Day | 404 |
| The Ballad Of A Crystal Man | 37 |
| The Ballad of High Noon (Do not Forsake me, o my Darlin') | 192 |
| The Blues Had a Baby and They Called It Rock N' Roll | 406 |
| The Boxer | 407 |
| The Continuing Story of Bungalow Bill | 62 |
| The Cover of the Rolling Stone | 408 |
| The Drunken Sailor | 409 |
| The Fool on the Hill | 410 |
| The Highwayman | 193 |
| The Joker | 411 |
| The Last Time | 256 |
| The Letter | 412 |
| The Lion Sleeps Tonight | 413 |
| The Little Tin Soldier | 414 |
| The Mighty Quinn | 297 |
| The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down | 415 |
| The Spanish Lady | 416 |
| The Times They Are A-Changin' | 417 |
| The Universal | 418 |
| The Universal Soldier | 419 |
| The Village Green Preservation Society | 420 |
| The Weight | 421 |
| The Wild Rover | 422 |
| The Wind Cries Mary | 423 |
| These Boots are Made for Walkin' | 424 |
| This Land is Your Land | 426 |
| Those Were The Days | 427 |
| Time is on My Side | 428 |
| Tin Soldier | 429 |
| To Love Somebody | 430 |
| To Sing for You | 431 |
| Travelin' Band | 433 |
| Turn the Page | 434 |
| Turn, Turn, Turn | 435 |
| Venus | 440 |
| Vincent | 441 |
| Wagon Wheel | 442 |
| Waiting Around to Die | 443 |
| Wanted Man | 446 |
| Wasn't Born To Follow | 447 |
| Watching the Wheels | 448 |
| We Can Work It Out | 449 |
| We Love You | 450 |
| We Will Rock You | 451 |
| Wenn der Elefant in die Disco geht | 452 |
| What A Wonderful World | 453 |
| When I Was Young | 455 |
| When I'm Dead and Gone | 457 |
| When I'm Sixty-Four | 456 |
| Where Do You go to My Lovely | 458 |
| Where Have All the Flowers Gone | 459 |
| Where Have all the Good Times Gone? | 461 |
| While My Guitar Gently Weeps | 462 |
| Whiskey in the Jar | 463 |
| Whisky Johnny | 464 |
| White Room | 465 |
| Wild Horses | 466 |
| Wild Thing | 467 |
| Wild West End | 468 |
| Wild World | 469 |
| Wind of Change | 470 |
| Wir haben Grund zum Feiern | 471 |
| ¿Quien será?: | 398 |
| Über den Wolken | 439 |
| Über sieben Brücken | 362 |
| Suzie Q. | 395 |
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