Songtexte die uns bewegen

You'll no longer be kissed and kind,
as you long for intuition,
as you have to learn the lesson twice.
You'll no longer be kissed and kind, as you long for intuition,
as you have to say the password twice.
Have you ever been all messed up,
have you ever?
You're the pincard,
you're the lifeguard,
you're the information guy,
but things look much bigger on the knees,
on your knees.
Miss the signal,
miss the signpost,
lose the access to it all,
and all a sudden,
you are one with the freaks.

[The Notwist - One With The Freaks]

eh. denn wollt ich gerade reinstellen. na dann eben:

the notwist - pilot

He's living next the rails.
He can tell you things of different cars and trains.
Now he's trying the whole day
to switsch off time by causing train-delay.

Could be enough
if only he's the pilot
once a day.
Could be enough
if only he's the pilot
once a day.

Not a word to compensate.
Not a sentence to describe this desperate state.
Not a picture to compare.
We step into a room of opaque air.

Could be enough
if only we are pilots
once a day.
Could be enough
if only we are pilots
once a day.

Not a word to compensate.
Not a picture to compare.

Could be enough
if only we are pilots
once a day.

Bewegt mich, weil es der erste Song war, der mir gefallen hat! Dadurch bin ich zur Musik gekommen!

Zuerst gefiel mir nur das "i´ve got the power"... und dann bemerkte ich dass das andere Zeuch auch total cool ist. So wurde ich ein Ambienttechno-Hiphouser.

I've got the power hey yeah heh

Like the crack of the whip I snap attack
Front to back in this thing called rap
Dig it like a shovel rhyme devil
On a heavenly level
Bang the bass turn up the treble
Radical mind day and night all the time
Seven to fourteen wise divine
Maniac brainiac winning the game
I'm the lyrical Jesse James

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh yeah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh yeah
Gettin' kinda heavy
It's gettin' it's gettin' it's gettin' kinda heavy
It's gettin' it's gettin' it's gettin' kinda heavy
It's gettin' it's gettin' it's gettin' kinda heavy
It's gettin' it's gettin' it's gettin' kinda heavy

Chorus:

I've got the power
He's gonna break my heart
He's gonna break my heart of hearts
He's gonna break my heart
He's gonna break my heart of hearts
I've got the power oh-oh-oh-oh

(Repeat Chorus)

It's gettin' it's gettin' it's gettin' kinda hectic
It's gettin' it's gettin' it's gettin' kinda hectic
It's gettin' it's gettin' it's gettin' kinda hectic
It's gettin' it's gettin' it's gettin' kinda hectic

Quality I possess something I'm fresh
When my voice goes through the rest
Of the microphone that I am holdin'
Copywritten lyrics so they can't be stolen
If they are snap
Don't need the police to try to save them
Your voice will sink so please stay off my back
Or I will attack and you don't want that

(Repeat Chorus Twice)

Like the crack of the whip I snap attack
Front to back in this thing called rap
Dig it like a shovel rhyme devil
On a heavenly level
Bang the bass turn up the treble
Radical mind day and night all the time
Seven to fourteen wise divine
Maniac brainiac winning the game
I'm the lyrical Jesse James

Finde ich bissel off-topic.

ich nicht.

Ich auch nicht... ist ja nciht irgendwas sondern Musik, die mich/uns bewegt!!!

Schön das wir drüber geredet haben.

lol n1

Ok, weiter im Text (<- Wortspiel!)

Er war vorm Fernseher eingeschlafen
und jetzt rauscht das Ding vor sich hin
Er war viel zu müde um ihn auszumachen
und dann fand er das Rauschen schön
Er Träumte vom Meer und vom blauen Himmel
draußen goss es wie immer in Strömen
Im Ascher ein Zigarettenstummel
Auf dem Glastisch ein Bild von seinen Söhnen
Die hatte er schon sehr früh gezeugt
und er weiß nicht ob ers heute bereut
Der eine wurd Schlosser, so wie er
der andere trinkt lieber Bier
Da kommt seine Frau verschlafen herein
im Nachhemd aus Diolen
Sie knipst die Glotze aus, sagt streng:
Hermann, du musst ins Bett gehn
Und artig trottet er hinter ihr her
seinen Traum hat er lang vergessen
und morgen früh steht er dann wieder sein Mann
in irgend nem Werk in Essen

Gute Nacht, Hermann

Hallihalloooohooo,
(Checkst du dich...
ich piss dir ins Gesicht...)

wenn du fickst, wie du rapst ist deine Mutter nur von ?hier?
Ich geb dir Kacke in den Mund und du Hure schluckst zu ?viel?
Fischer´s Fritze fischt frische Fische
Ich fisch im Hecht 44 und bekomm nur Pisse

Du bist kein Hustler, Spast, du bist einfach nur ein ?Noob?
Deine Homies haben braune Zungen, ?sind also null Wert?
Dein Label ist nicht mehr als ne Adresse im Net
(unverständliches Nuscheln)

Johannstadt ...is ghetto, is ghetto, is ghetto
Hecht44 ...friß ghetto, friß ghetto, friß ghetto

Ich kenn das Ghetto und das Ghetto kennt mich
ich war der Erste bis zum *nuschel* das jüngste Gericht
Ihr könnt den Kopf einziehen,eure Hände sind zart
wenn ihr zwei Meter rotiert, wird es mehr als hart
Vom Scheitel zur Sohle ist die Strecke zu mein Knien
Durch mein Können ganz oben in der Hierarschie
Crony ist mein Name, so wie ihn deine Olle schrie
Ihr ward doch alle schon bei mir und keiner hört auf MC

Johannstadt ...is ghetto, is ghetto, is ghetto
Hecht44 ...friß ghetto, friß ghetto, friß ghetto

Ich pumpe wie ein Hammer du kleiner Wicht
Schreib dir lieber alles auf, wenn dein Meister spricht
*eine Zeile unverständliches Nuscheln*
Ich hab 6 kleine Freunde, die treffen dein Gesicht "bow"

friß ghetto, friß ghetto, friß ghetto

(...Es reicht mir, komm wir geh´n jetzt Döner fressen...
...überall Fotzen...)

Von welchem ernstzunehmenden jungen Dresdner Künstler ist das denn?

Wenn ich mir deine bisherigen Beiträge durchlese, denke ich, daß du es eigentlich kennen müßtest... Das ist von Carlo Cairn und Crony Crom und heißt Friß Ghetto. Das Video kannst dir hier runterladen...

Was mich damals bewegt hat, so abgedroschen das auch klingen mag war u.a. auch Tupac mit Changes

Come on come on
I see no changes. Wake up in the morning and I ask myself,
"Is life worth living? Should I blast myself?"
I'm tired of bein' poor and even worse I'm black.
My stomach hurts, so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch.
Cops give a damn about a negro? Pull the trigger, kill a nigga, he's a hero.
Give the crack to the kids who the hell cares? One less hungry mouth on the welfare.
First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal the brothers.
Give 'em guns, step back, and watch 'em kill each other.
"It's time to fight back", that's what Huey said.
2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead.
I got love for my brother, but we can never go nowhere
unless we share with each other. We gotta start makin' changes.
Learn to see me as a brother 'stead of 2 distant strangers.
And that's how it's supposed to be.
How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me?
I'd love to go back to when we played as kids,
but things change, and that's the way it is.



(Come on, come on) That's just the way it is. Things'll never be the same.
That's just the way it is. aww yeah...


I see no changes. All I see is racist faces.
Misplaced hate makes disgrace for races we under.
I wonder what it takes to make this one better place...
let's erase the wasted.
Take the evil out the people, they'll be acting right.
'Cause mo' black than white is smokin' crack tonight.
And only time we chill is when we kill each other.
It takes skill to be real, time to heal each other.
And although it seems heaven sent,
we ain't ready to see a black President, uhh.
It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact...
the penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks.
But some things will never change.
Try to show another way, but they stayin' in the dope game.
Now tell me what's a mother to do?
Bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you.
You gotta operate the easy way.
"I made a G today" But you made it in a sleazy way.
Sellin' crack to the kids. "I gotta get paid,"
Well hey, well that's the way it is.



We gotta make a change...
It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes.
Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live
and let's change the way we treat each other.
You see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do
what we gotta do, to survive.

And still I see no changes. Can't a brother get a little peace?
There's war on the streets & the war in the Middle East.
Instead of war on poverty,
they got a war on drugs so the police can bother me.
And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do.
But now I'm back with the facts givin' 'em back to you.
Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up, crack you up and pimp smack you up.
You gotta learn to hold ya own.
They get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone.
But tell the cops they can't touch this.
I don't trust this, when they try to rush I bust this.
That's the sound of my tune. You say it ain't cool, but mama didn't raise no fool.
And as long as I stay black, I gotta stay strapped & I never get to lay back.
'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the pay backs.
Some buck that I roughed up way back... comin' back after all these years.
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat. That's the way it is. uhh

Some things never change.

schönes Video, kannte ich noch nicht, Danke. (Ein paar Crony-Sachen kenn ich aber.)

Dieser Beitrag wurde von Giovanni: 18 Jan 2006, 00:36 bearbeitet

Die letzte Passage aus "Michi gegen die Gesellschaft", möglicherweise nicht unbedingt ein TopText, aber nach nunmehr fast 11 Jahren immer noch aus meinem Hirn kratzbar. Mir muss also mal was dran gelegen haben.

Also bei dem Lied ist bei mir der Ofen aus.

Wer sich sowas ausdenken kann, hat schon was auf Tasche.

Der glorreiche funny van dannen mit Uruguay!


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