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Songtexte die uns bewegen Die Lyric des 20.Jahrhunderts
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 14 Jan 2006, 16:03
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Punkte: 1712
seit: 16.11.2005
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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 wall Do 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, 02:40
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3. Schein   
Punkte: 163
seit: 15.10.2005
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Red letters on the dashboard, oh what a gap They 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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"Es ist die Tiefe, aus der ein Wort kommen muss, wenn es wiegen soll." (D. Bonhoeffer)
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