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		 Songtexte die uns bewegen  Die Lyric des 20.Jahrhunderts
 
		
			
	
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				    14 Jan 2006, 15:03
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 ٩(●̮̮̃•̃)۶         
 Punkte: 1712
 seit: 16.11.2005
 
 
 | Dieser Tread ist für Leute die bei der Musik nicht nur auf den Sound, sondern auch auf die manchmal viel zu wenig beachteten Texte hören...  Jedes Lied vermittelt ja eine bestimmte Botschaft, die nicht zuletzt dem Text zu verdanken ist. Habt ihr ein Lied, welches es euch angetan habt, eine Texststelle, die ihr Tag und Nacht singt?    Dann her damit!  Ich fang gleich mal an:  Marillion mit Kaylei Do you remember chalk hearts melting on a playground wallDo you remember chalk hearts melting on a playground wall
 Do you remember dawn escapes from moon washed college halls
 Do you remember the cherry blossom in the market square
 Do you remember I thought it was confetti in our hair
 By the way didn't I break your heart?
 Please excuse me, I never meant to break your heart
 So sorry, I never meant to break your heart
 But you broke mine
 Kayleigh is it too late to say I'm sorry?
 And Kayleigh could we get it together again?
 I just can't go on pretending that it came to a natural end
 Kayleigh, oh I never thought I'd miss you
 And Kayleigh I thought that we'd always be friends
 We said our love would last forever
 So how did it come to this bitter end?
 
 Do you remember barefoot on the lawn with shooting stars
 Do you remember loving on the floor in Belsize Park
 Do you remember dancing in stilettoes in the snow
 Do you remember you never understood I had to go
 By the way, didn't I break your heart
 Please excuse me, I never meant to break your heart
 So sorry, I never meant to break your heart
 But you broke mine
 
 Kayleigh I just wanna say I'm sorry
 But Kayleigh I'm too scared to pick up the phone
 To hear you've found another lover to patch up our broken home
 Kayleigh I'm still trying to write that love song
 Kayleigh it's more important to me now you're gone
 Maybe it will prove that we were right
 Or ever prove that I was wrong
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				   15 Jan 2006, 01:40
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 3. Schein    
 Punkte: 163
 seit: 15.10.2005
 
 
 | Red letters on the dashboard, oh what a gapThey pursue us to the deep end and then depart
 Watch as the cracks in the wall feel pain
 For only patterns on a snake's back give us genuine fear
 
 And I cannot lie, faces drop into the fire
 I get by all the time on a shelf above the door
 And it shouldn't be clear but it's not for me to decide
 It's a delicate degree
 It's a number I can see
 
 Could prison cells be in my brain
 For they're safe inside the cover of a dirty face
 And everybody finds a college graduate with joy
 While I'm happy just sipping tonic water with lemon and lime
 
 And I cannot lie, faces drop into the fire
 I get by all the time on a shelf above the door
 And it shouldn't be clear but it's not for me to decide
 It's a delicate degree
 It's a number I can see
 
 You sit at home up late at night
 When it's beginning to arrive
 And honestly
 I don't see the need for any routines
 I'm all out of sink, I cover my cuts
 And hope they are fixed before I get hurt again
 
 And all this ground beneath my feet
 Has decided not to crumble into the sea
 I walked in a house, it smelt of paint
 And the ceiling it has no trouble with me
 
 Thirteen senses - The Salt Wound Routine
 
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