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
| 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: | |
| 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 |
| 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 |
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. | |
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 |
| 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, |
| 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, | |
| 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, | |
| 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
| Al | berta let your | hair hang | low | | |
| Alberta let your | hair hang | low | | |
| 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 | |
| Alberta what's on your mind | |
| Alberta don't you treat me unkind | |
| Alberta don't you treat me unkind | |
| Alberta don't you treat me unkind | |
| Alberta let your hair hang low | |
| Alberta let your hair hang low | |
| 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, | |
| Businessmen, they drink my wine; | |
| None of them along the line - | |
| Know what any of it is worth!” | |
| All along the watchtower, | |
| While all the women came and went, | |
| “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, | |
| While all the women came and went, | |
| Two riders were approaching, | |
| And the wind began to howl. | |
| While all the women came and went | |
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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 |
| 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 |
| 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. | |
| 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. | |
| 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. | |
| 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. | |
| 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. | |
| 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, |
| 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
| Like the | mountains in | spring | time | |
| Like a storm in the | de | sert | |
| Let me give my life to you | |
| Let me drown in your laughter | |
| Let me lay down beside you | |
| Let me always be with you | |
| Come let me love you come love me again | |
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
| All you've gotta do is | call, |
| If you need | somebody to love, |
| 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. | |
| All you gotta do is call, | |
| 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. | |
| All you gotta do is call, | |
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. |
| 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. | |
| Way down below the | ocean, | where I wanna | be, she may | be! |
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, Down to New Orleans; |
| Before I be your dog; Before I be your dog; | |
| Before I be your dog, I get you way down here, | |
| Turn the lamp down low, Turn the lamp down low; | |
| Turn the lamp down low, I beg you all night long, | |
| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
| You know your man done gone, You know your man done gone; | |
| You know your man done gone, Down to Californ', | |
| You brought me way down here, You brought me way down here; | |
| You brought me way down here, 'bout to Rolling Forks, | |
| 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'. | | | | | |
| 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)
| Daylight come an' I | wanna go | home. |
| 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. |
| Daylight come an' I | wanna go | home. |
| 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. | |
| 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 |
| But | all of those | vows you | made | |
| 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 |
| But | all of those | vows you | made | |
| 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? | |
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. |
| 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. |
| 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. | | |
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. | |
| would be the sweetest thing, t'would make me sing, | |
| Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind. | |
| 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. | |
| 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. | | | :| |
| |: | 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 |
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 |
| 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 |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
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 - | |
| That's the time, that's the time I love the best. | |
| Freedom is a word I rarely use - | |
| 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 |
| 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, |
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. | |
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. | |
| 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. | |
| 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. | |
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. | |
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 | | |
| Wipe the | sleep out of my | eyes |
| My | shaving | razor's | cold | and it | stings |
| 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 | |
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 |
| 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, |
| Der Floh tat Jim begleiten, Er hatte Spaß am Reiten; | |
| Und ging der Jim aufs Klo, Dann tat das auch sein Floh. | |
| Oft macht das Reiten Mühe, Jim hütet hundert Kühe. | |
| Da kommt er oft in Schweiß Und ruft: Ach, was fürn Scheiß. | |
| Am Tschikitschoba-See Ruft Jim sein Jippijeh. | |
| Doch einst am Lagerfeuer Da wars ihm nicht geheuer. | |
| 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. | |
| Der Jim stand auf und fluchte, Als er das Weite suchte. | |
| So wars nichts mit Verhauen Im ersten Morgengrauen. | |
| Der Cowboy Jim aus Texas Sitzt oft bei seiner Oma. | |
| Und beide schaun sich dann im Fernsehn' Cowboyfilme an. | |
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: | |
| 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: | |
| 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. | |
| 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, |
| 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
| 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. | |
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... | |
| But don't look | back in anger |
| Don't look | back in anger! |
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, |
| 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, |
| The landlord say your rent is late, | He may have to litigate, |
| Don't | worry, be | happy. (Look at me - I'm happy.) |
| Here I give you my phone number. When you worry, call me, |
| Ain't got no cash, ain't got no style | Ain't got no gal to make you smile |
| '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! |
| Baby you can drive my | car, |
| 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! | |
| Baby you can drive my car, | |
| Baby you can drive my car! | |
| Baby you can drive my car, | |
| 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! | |
| Baby you can drive my car, | |
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. | |
| 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. |
| 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, |
| 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. |
| 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. |
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
| 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 | love, for your love I would | give the stars | above! |
| For your | love, for your love I would | give you all I | could. | |
| 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 | |
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, | |
| 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, |
| Like the | fox (like the fox, like the fox) on the | run. | | | |
149. Free Fallin'
| 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'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. | |
| ...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! | |
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) | |
| 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.) | |
| 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) | |
| (Aber ich werd' einfach sauer) | |
| 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. | |
| 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) | |
| 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) | |
| (Aber ich werd' einfach sauer) | |
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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. | | |
| 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. | |
| 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! |
| 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? | |
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. | |
| 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. | |
| 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. | |
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, |
| 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. |
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! | | |
| Hang on Sloopy, Sloopy hang on! | |
| Hang on Sloopy, Sloopy hang on! | |
| Sloopy wears a red dress, yeah, | |
| but when Sloopy wears that red dress, yeah. | |
| you know it gives me the chills. | |
| Sloopy when I see you walking, | |
| I say "don't worry Sloopy, girl, | |
| Hang on Sloopy, Sloopy hang on! | |
| Hang on Sloopy, Sloopy hang on! | |
| Sloopy let your hair down, girl, | |
| 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. | |
| 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 | | . . . . . . . , |
176. Happy Together
| 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 | |
| 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, |
| 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, | |
| 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: 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, |
| Keep me searchin' for a | heart of gold, |
| 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, |
| Keeps me searchin' for a | heart of gold, |
| 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. | |
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. | |
| 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! | |
| 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
| 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 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 | |
| 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, nur diesen Tag. | |
| 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. | |
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, | |
| Well I guess I'll shoot them both | |
| 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 | |
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. |
| 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. | |
| Hey tonight, gonna be tonight: tonight, tonight. | |
192. The Ballad of High Noon (Do not Forsake me, o my Darlin')
| Do not forsake me, oh my darling, |
| Do not forsake me, oh my | dar | ling, |
| 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 | |
| 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... |
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
| 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 |
| 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 | |
| Woman, oh woman, don't treat me so mean | |
| You're the meanest old woman that I've ever seen | |
| I'd have to pack my things and go | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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. | |
196. Hoochie Coochie Man
| | The gypsy woman told my mother, |
| | I got a boy child's comin', |
| | He's gonna be a son of a gun |
| | He gonna make pretty women's, |
| | Then the world wanna know, |
| Well you know I'm the | hoochie coochie man, |
| I got the Johnny Concheroo, | |
| I'm gonna make you girls, | |
| Then the world will know, | |
| Well you know I'm the hoochie coochie man, | |
| He was born for good luck, | |
| I got seven hundred dollars, | |
| Well you know I'm the hoochie coochie man, | |
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. | |
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 | |
| Mister America walk on by | |
| Mister America walk on by | |
| 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 | |
| (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 |
| 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, | |
| 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
| My prescriptions don't get filled. | | |
| My prescirptions don't get filled. | | |
| All I | need is my | baby | cause I'm in misery. | | | |
| Cause I know what's ailing me. | |
| 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 |
| 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, |
| 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. |
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." | | | | | | | |
| 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, |
| 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, | |
| 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, | |
| 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, | |
216. If I Were A Carpenter
| Would you marry me | anyway? |
| If a tinker | were my trade |
| carrying the | pots I made, |
| Save my love through | loneliness, |
| I'm givin' you my | onlyness, |
| Come give me your's to | morrow. |
| If I worked my hands in wood, | |
| Answer me babe, "Yes I would, | |
| at a mill wheel grinding, | |
| would you miss your color box, | |
| and your soft shoe shining? | |
| Would you marry me anyway, | |
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. |
| 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 |
| 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! | |
| 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 |
