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    @ Gorkon
    Mich hat das Album auch insgesamt absolut begeistert.
    Neben den absolut genialen Texten ist es auch musikalisch sicherlich des anspruchsvollste und abwechslungsreichste was Green Day bisher abgeliefert haben.
    “Are these things really better than the things I already have? Or am I just trained to be dissatisfied with what I have now?”― Chuck Palahniuk, Lullaby
    They have nothing in their whole imperial arsenal that can break the spirit of one Irishman who doesn't want to be broken - Bobby Sands
    Christianity makes everyone have this mentality that escapism is a bad thing. You know "Don't run away from the real world - deal with it." Why ? Why should you have to suffer? - Marilyn Manson

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      Will keiner? Dann mach ich weiter...

      3 Doors Down - Loser

      Breathe in right away,
      Nothing seems to fill this place
      I need this every time,
      So Take your lies get off my case
      Someday I will find a love
      That flows through me like this
      This will fall away,
      this will fall away

      You’re getting closer to pushing me
      Off of life’s little edge
      Cause I’m a loser
      And sooner or later
      You know I’ll be dead
      You’re getting closer,
      You’re holding the rope,
      I'm taking the fall
      Cause I’m a loser, I’m a loser, yeah

      This is getting old,
      I can’t break these chains that I hold
      My body’s growing cold,
      There’s nothin left of this mind
      Or my soul
      Addiction needs a pacifier,
      The buzz of this poison is taking me higher
      This will fall away,
      This will fall away

      You’re getting closer, to pushing me
      Off of life’s little edge
      Cause I’m a loser and sooner or later
      You know I’ll be dead
      You’re getting closer,
      You’re holding the rope
      And I’m taking the fall
      Cause I’m a loser

      You’re getting closer, to pushing me
      Off of life’s little edge
      Cause I’m a loser and sooner or later
      You know I’ll be dead
      You’re getting closer,
      You’re holding the rope
      And I’m taking the fall
      Cause I’m a loser
      "There are those that look at things the way they are, and ask 'why?' I dream of things that never were, and ask 'why not?'" - Robert F. Kennedy

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        Everly Brother's - All i have to do is dream

        Drea-ea-ea-ea-eam, dream, dream, dream
        Drea-ea-ea-ea-eam, dream, dream, dream
        When I want you in my arms
        When I want you and all your charms
        Whenever I want you, all I have to do is
        Drea-ea-ea-ea-eam, dream, dream, dream

        When I feel blue in the night
        And I need you to hold me tight
        Whenever I want you, all I have to do is
        Drea-ea-ea-ea-eam

        I can make you mine, taste your lips of wine
        Anytime night or day
        Only trouble is, gee whiz
        I’m dreamin’ my life away

        I need you so that I could die
        I love you so and that is why
        Whenever I want you, all I have to do is
        Drea-ea-ea-ea-eam, dream, dream, dream
        Drea-ea-ea-ea-eam

        I can make you mine, taste your lips of wine
        Anytime night or day
        Only trouble is, gee whiz
        I’m dreamin’ my life away

        I need you so that I could die
        I love you so and that is why
        Whenever I want you, all I have to do is
        Drea-ea-ea-ea-eam, dream, dream, dream
        Drea-ea-ea-ea-eam, dream, dream, dream

        FADE
        Drea-ea-ea-ea-eam, dream, dream, dream

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          2Pac - "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 & 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 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 instead 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 changed, and that's the way it is

          [Bridge w/ changing ad libs]
          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
          [Repeat]

          I see no changes all I see is racist faces
          misplaced hate makes disgrace to 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 both black and 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 you 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 kid. " I gotta get paid,"
          Well hey, well that's the way it is

          [Bridge]

          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
          It'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 blacks givin' it back to you
          Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up,
          crack you up and pimp slap 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 tool you say it ain't cool
          my 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-tat-tat-tat-tat that's the way it is uhh
          “Are these things really better than the things I already have? Or am I just trained to be dissatisfied with what I have now?”― Chuck Palahniuk, Lullaby
          They have nothing in their whole imperial arsenal that can break the spirit of one Irishman who doesn't want to be broken - Bobby Sands
          Christianity makes everyone have this mentality that escapism is a bad thing. You know "Don't run away from the real world - deal with it." Why ? Why should you have to suffer? - Marilyn Manson

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            @ Nic
            Sehr schönes und gutes Lied.

            Hier ein relativ neues und sehr geiles:

            Apocalypitica feat. Ville Valo and Lauri Ylönen

            I’m Giving Up The Ghost Of Love
            In The Shadows Cast On Devotion

            She Is The One That I Adore
            Creed Of My Silent Suffocation

            Break This Bittersweet Spell On Me
            Lost In The Arms Of Destiny
            Bittersweet

            I Won’t Give up
            I’m Possessed By Her

            I’m Wearing A Cross
            She’s Turning To My Good

            Break This Bittersweet Spell On Me
            Lost In The Arms Of Destiny
            Bittersweet

            I Want You
            (I Want You)
            And I Need You
            (I Need You)

            Oh, Break This Bittersweet Spell On Me
            Lost In The Arms Of Destiny

            Break This Bittersweet Spell On Me
            Lost In The Arms Of Destiny
            Bittersweet
            If one day speed kills me, do not cry because I was smiling
            - Paul Walker
            1973 - 2013

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              Auld Lang Syne (Original)

              Should auld acquaintance be forqot,
              Tho' they return with scars?
              These are a noble hero's lot,
              Obtain'd in glorious wars;
              Welcome, my Varo, to my breast,
              Thy arms about me twine,
              And make me once again as blest,
              As I was lang syne.

              O'er moor and dale with your gay friend
              You may pursue the chase,
              And after a blythe bottle end
              AII cares in my embrace.
              And in a vacant rainy day
              You shall be wholly mine:
              We'll make the hours run smooth away
              And laugh at lang syne.
              Shall Monarchy be quite forgot,
              And of it no more heard?
              Antiquity be razed about
              And slav'ry put in stead?
              Is Scotsman's blood now grown so cold,
              The valor of their mind,
              That they can never once reflect
              On old lang syne?

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                Nirvana - Lithium

                I’m so happy ’cause today
                I’ve found my friends ...
                They’re in my head
                I’m so ugly, but that’s okay, ’cause so are you ...
                We’ve broken our mirrors
                Sunday morning is everyday for all I care ...
                And I’m not scared
                Light my candles, in a daze
                ’cause I’ve found god
                Yeah (x6)

                I’m so lonely but that’s okay, I shaved my head ...
                And I’m not sad
                And just maybe I’m to blame for all I’ve heard ...
                But I’m not sure
                I’m so excited, I can’t wait to meet you there ...
                But I don’t care
                I’m so horny, but that’s okay ...
                My will is good
                Yeah(x6)

                (x2)
                I like it - I’m not gonna crack
                I miss you - I’m not gonna crack
                I love you - I’m not gonna crack
                I killed you - I’m not gonna crack

                I’m so happy ’cause today
                I’ve found my friends ...
                They’re in my head
                I’m so ugly, but that’s okay, ’cause so are you ...
                We’ve broken our mirrors
                Sunday morning is everyday for all I care ...
                And I’m not scared
                Light my candles in a daze ...
                ’cause I’ve found god
                Yeah, yeah, yeah(x2)

                (x2)
                I like it - I’m not gonna crack
                I miss you - I’m not gonna crack
                I love you - I’m not gonna crack
                I killed you - I’m not gonna crack
                “Are these things really better than the things I already have? Or am I just trained to be dissatisfied with what I have now?”― Chuck Palahniuk, Lullaby
                They have nothing in their whole imperial arsenal that can break the spirit of one Irishman who doesn't want to be broken - Bobby Sands
                Christianity makes everyone have this mentality that escapism is a bad thing. You know "Don't run away from the real world - deal with it." Why ? Why should you have to suffer? - Marilyn Manson

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                  Kaum zu glauben, dass ich das hier noch nicht gepostet habe...

                  S.Belisari, G.Romani, S.Belisari - C'è solo l'Inter

                  E' vero, ci sono cose piú importanti
                  di calciatori e di cantanti
                  ma dimmi cosa c'è di meglio
                  di una continua sofferenza
                  per arrivare alla vittoria
                  ma poi non rompermi i coglioni
                  per me c'è solo l'Inter

                  A me che sono innamorato
                  non venite a raccontare
                  quello che l'Inter deve fare
                  perchè per noi niente è mai normale
                  nè sconfitta nè vittoria
                  che tanto è sempre la stessa storia
                  un'ora e mezza senza fiato
                  perchè c'è solo l'Inter

                  C'è solo l'Inter, per me, solo l'Inter
                  C'è solo l'Inter, per me

                  No, non puoi cambiare la bandiera
                  e la maglia nerazzurra
                  dei campioni del passato
                  che poi è la stessa
                  di quelli del presente
                  io da loro voglio orgoglio
                  per la squadra di Milano
                  perchè c'è solo l'Inter

                  E mi torna ancora in mente l'avvocato Prisco
                  lui diceva che la serie A è nel nostro dna
                  io non rubo il campionato
                  ed in serie B non son mai stato

                  C'è solo l'Inter, per me, solo l'Inter
                  C'è solo l'Inter, per me, per me
                  C'è solo l'Inter, c'è solo l'Inter,
                  c'è solo l'Inter, per me
                  C'è solo l'Inter per me
                  "Mai visto un compagno uscire dal campo senza aver dato tutto e anche di più. Siamo la squadra più straniera d’Italia, dicono. Faccio però fatica a trovare in giro per il mondo un gruppo più attaccato alla maglia del nostro." - Javier Zanetti
                  ¡Pueblo no bueno! ¡Pueblo es muy mal!

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                    Die Sterne - Stell die Verbindung Her

                    Sag mir nicht, du wärst zufrieden hier zu sitzen.Mach das Maul auf, komm jetzt nicht mit blöden Witzen.
                    Ich bin da und erreichbar, aber nicht besonders lange.Die Kabel liegen offen auf dem Boden, also nimm sie in die Zange,und hinterher, vielleicht noch mehr.

                    Stell die Verbindung her.

                    Meist scheint manches auf den ersten Blick unmöglich.Manches ist es auch, doch es wäre tödlich, das selbstzu glauben solange noch nichts feststeht und die Partyzu verlassen, bevor sie losgeht. Da ist kein Geist derdiese Dinge für dich regelt. Keiner der die Sache auf´s Normalmaß pegelt, wenn sie dann explodiert und du´s nicht kontrollierst tut´s keiner für dich. Ich kann esauch nicht. Ein Schritt vorher, danach mehr.

                    Stell die Verbindung her.

                    Vielleicht können wir uns nicht ausstehen, oder es ist ein schwieriger Prozeß. Manchmal kommt man auch zu dem Ergebnis:es gibt wichtigeres. Ich bin dein Alibi vielleicht oderdein Zeuge. Oder wenn mich einer fragt, sag ich, ich leugne.Ich habe keinen von den Typen je gesehen und ich kann dieganzen Fragen nicht verstehen. Vielleicht, schon schwer.Vielleicht nicht so sehr.

                    Stell die Verbindung her
                    Zuletzt geändert von Nicolas Hazen; 06.01.2005, 23:50.
                    “Are these things really better than the things I already have? Or am I just trained to be dissatisfied with what I have now?”― Chuck Palahniuk, Lullaby
                    They have nothing in their whole imperial arsenal that can break the spirit of one Irishman who doesn't want to be broken - Bobby Sands
                    Christianity makes everyone have this mentality that escapism is a bad thing. You know "Don't run away from the real world - deal with it." Why ? Why should you have to suffer? - Marilyn Manson

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                      Einfach ein wunderschöner Song :

                      Natasha Bedingfield - Unwritten

                      I Am Unwritten, Can't Read My Mind, I'm Undefined
                      I'm Just Beginning, The Pen's In My Hand, Ending Unplanned

                      Staring At The Blank Page Before You, Open Up The Dirty Window
                      Let The Sun Illuminate The Words That You Could Not Find
                      Reaching For Something In The Distance
                      So Close You Can Almost Taste It
                      Release Your Inhibitions

                      Feel The Rain On Your Skin
                      No One Else Can Feel It For You
                      Only You Can Let It In
                      No One Else, No One Else
                      Can Speak The Words On Your Lips
                      Drench Yourself In Words Unspoken
                      Live Your Life With Arms Wide Open
                      Today Is Where Your Book Begins
                      The Rest Is Still Unwritten

                      Oh, Oh, Oh

                      I Break Tradition, Sometimes My Tries, Are Outside The Lines (yeh yeh)
                      We've Been Conditioned To Not Make Mistakes, But I Can't Live That Way

                      Staring At The Blank Page Before You, Open Up The Dirty Window
                      Let The Sun Illuminate The Words That You Could Not Find
                      Reaching For Something In The Distance
                      So Close You Can Almost Taste It

                      Release Your Inhibitions


                      Feel The Rain On Your Skin
                      No One Else Can Feel It For You
                      Only You Can Let It In
                      No One Else, No One Else
                      Can Speak The Words On Your Lips
                      Drench Yourself In Words Unspoken
                      Live Your Life With Arms Wide Open
                      Today Is Where Your Book Begins

                      Feel The Rain On Your Skin
                      No One Else Can Feel It For You
                      Only You Can Let It In
                      No One Else, No One Else
                      Can Speak The Words On Your Lips
                      Drench Yourself In Words Unspoken
                      Live Your Life With Arms Wide Open
                      Today Is Where Your Book Begins
                      The Rest Is Still Unwritten

                      Staring At The Blank Page Before You, Open Up The Dirty Window
                      Let The Sun Illuminate The Words That You Could Not Find
                      Reaching For Something In The Distance
                      So Close You Can Almost Taste It
                      Release Your Inhibitions


                      Feel The Rain On Your Skin
                      No One Else Can Feel It For You
                      Only You Can Let It In
                      No One Else, No One Else
                      Can Speak The Words On Your Lips
                      Drench Yourself In Words Unspoken
                      Live Your Life With Arms Wide Open
                      Today Is Where Your Book Begins

                      Feel The Rain On Your Skin
                      No One Else Can Feel It For You
                      Only You Can Let It In
                      No One Else, No One Else
                      Can Speak The Words On Your Lips
                      Drench Yourself In Words Unspoken
                      Live Your Life With Arms Wide Open
                      Today Is Where Your Book Begins
                      The Rest Is Still Unwritten
                      The Rest Is Still Unwritten
                      The Rest Is Still Unwritten

                      Oh, Yeah, Yeah
                      "Mai visto un compagno uscire dal campo senza aver dato tutto e anche di più. Siamo la squadra più straniera d’Italia, dicono. Faccio però fatica a trovare in giro per il mondo un gruppo più attaccato alla maglia del nostro." - Javier Zanetti
                      ¡Pueblo no bueno! ¡Pueblo es muy mal!

                      Kommentar


                        Der Beweis das Slipknot echt richtig gute Musiker sind und nicht wie viele meinen nur Krach machen.

                        Slipknot - Circle Album: Vol. 3: The Subliminal Verses

                        Give me the dust of my father
                        Stand on the face of the ancients
                        Bare, the secret flesh of time itself

                        Follow me (Follow me)
                        I've come so far, I’m behind again
                        Follow me (Follow me)
                        I wish so hard I'm there again
                        Follow me (Follow me)
                        Follow me (Follow me)

                        All that I wanted were things I had before
                        All that I needed, I never needed more
                        All of my questions were answers to my sins
                        And all of my endings are waiting to begin

                        I know the way, but I falter
                        I can't be afraid of my patience
                        There's a sacred place Razel keeps safe

                        Follow me (Follow me)
                        I've seen so much, I'm blind again
                        Follow me (Follow me)
                        I feel so bad, I'm alive again
                        Follow me (Follow me)

                        All that I wanted were things I had before
                        All that I needed, I never needed more
                        All of my questions were answers to my sins
                        And all of my endings are waiting to begin
                        »Ich habe nie eine Chance hastig vergeben, sondern lieber gemütlich vertändelt.« - Willi »Ente« Lippens

                        Läuft!
                        Member der No - Connection

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                          Ansonsten mag ich ja Black nicht so, aber dieses Stück ist sehr geil .

                          Eisregen - Heer der Ratten

                          Ein Führer befiehlt -
                          Der Heer der Ratten folgt
                          Gleichgeschaltet in Reihe
                          Kein Gedanke an Rebellion

                          Ein Führer befiehlt -
                          Das Heer der Ratten pariert
                          Bittre Maske der Konformität
                          Was zählt, ist das Ziel
                          Krieg nur das Mittel zum Zweck

                          Ein Führer befiehlt den nächsten Schritt
                          Das Heer der Ratten folgt
                          Den Abgrund passiert
                          Tod für das Vaterland

                          Hirnwäsche für die Masse
                          Propaganda zur Kunstform verklärt
                          Selbstaufgabe als Lebensziel
                          Und das Heer der Ratten folgt...

                          Ihr Führer befiehlt -
                          Und die Ratte nagt an den Toten
                          Die Leichen von Millionen
                          Die Welt als Massengrab

                          Stirb an vorderster Front
                          Denke nicht an Frau und Kinder
                          Ritterkreuz für ein Dutzend Morde
                          Es verschönert die Uniform

                          Im Sperrfeuer tanzt der Leib der Ratte
                          Ihr braunes Kleid zerfetzt
                          Ein paar Teile finden zurück in die Heimat
                          Benetzt von des Weibchens Tränen...

                          Der Name der Ratte
                          Leuchtet fahl am Gedenkstein im Park
                          Den Befehl ihres Führers befolgt
                          Dies sei ihr Lohn...

                          Doch die Ratte schläft nie
                          Sie hat mehr als 1000 Leben
                          Wenn du denkst, sie sei ausgerottet
                          Trifft dich ihr Biss im Hinterhalt

                          Wenn ein Führer befiehlt
                          Formiert sich neu das Heer der Ratten
                          Hirntod als Eintrittskarte
                          In die Welt der Kameraden...

                          ...und das Heer der Ratten folgt...
                          “Are these things really better than the things I already have? Or am I just trained to be dissatisfied with what I have now?”― Chuck Palahniuk, Lullaby
                          They have nothing in their whole imperial arsenal that can break the spirit of one Irishman who doesn't want to be broken - Bobby Sands
                          Christianity makes everyone have this mentality that escapism is a bad thing. You know "Don't run away from the real world - deal with it." Why ? Why should you have to suffer? - Marilyn Manson

                          Kommentar


                            Ich habe mir vor kurzen das Album Astral Adventures der deutschen Goth Rock Combo Darkseed geholt und der Titel hat mich irgendwie angesprochen. Einfacher, aber imo sehr schöner Text.


                            Darkseed - Where Will I Go

                            so many questions
                            but no answers about me
                            where is my home
                            in my head it drones

                            where will I go
                            senseless wandering
                            no open door
                            nowhere to return
                            where will I go
                            where do I belong
                            where's the end of my way
                            where will I stay, where will I go?

                            My life is hopeless
                            Nowhere to turn
                            Where do I fit in
                            Where do I belong
                            I don't follow footprints
                            I wanna make my own
                            Wherever I go
                            There was someone else

                            The answer to this quest of life:
                            Will I find my way
                            To refresh my soul
                            Exchange for promises and hope
                            I'm wandering in tears,
                            New perspectives I will find
                            Für einen Euro durch die Spree, nächstes Jahr am Wiener See. - Treffen der Generationen 2013
                            "Hey, you sass that hoopy Ford Prefect? There's a frood who really knows where his towel is." (Douglas Adams)

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                              U2 Sometimes You Can't Make it On Your Own

                              Tough, you think you’ve got the stuff
                              You’re telling me and anyone
                              You’re hard enough

                              You don’t have to put up a fight
                              You don’t have to always be right
                              Let me take some of the punches
                              For you tonight

                              Listen to me now
                              I need to let you know
                              You don’t have to go it alone

                              And it’s you when I look in the mirror
                              And it’s you when I don’t pick up the phone
                              Sometimes you can’t make it on your own

                              We fight all the time
                              You and I… that’s alright
                              We’re the same soul
                              I don’t need… I don’t need to hear you say
                              That if we weren’t so alike
                              You’d like me a whole lot more

                              Listen to me now
                              I need to let you know
                              You don’t have to go it alone

                              And it’s you when I look in the mirror
                              And it’s you when I don’t pick up the phone
                              Sometimes you can’t make it on your own

                              I know that we don’t talk
                              I’m sick of it all
                              Can - you - hear - me – when – I -
                              Sing, you’re the reason I sing
                              You’re the reason why the opera is in me…

                              Where are we now?
                              I’ve got to let you know
                              A house still doesn’t make a home
                              Don’t leave me here alone...

                              And it’s you when I look in the mirror
                              And it’s you that makes it hard to let go
                              Sometimes you can’t make it on your own
                              Sometimes you can’t make it
                              The best you can do is to fake it
                              Sometimes you can’t make it on your own


                              Tante²+²

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                                Such a Surge - Gegen den Strom

                                Deine Verlogenheit, deine Bequemlichkeit,
                                bin ich langsam leid,
                                es ist Zeit, wir sind bereit, denn es ist soweit
                                gegen die Strömung, es gibt keine Versöhnung
                                denn sie hören mir nicht zu.
                                Heute sind es die, morgen bist es vielleicht du,
                                auf der Flucht, du sitzt allein im Boot.
                                Du schreist, die anderen hören weg,
                                auf dich wartet der Tod.
                                Dein Schrei verhallt, mir wird kalt,
                                doch das vergisst man schon bald
                                bis es wieder knallt, sich Gewalt ein neues Opfer krallt
                                und keiner schnallt, was in diesem Land passiert.
                                Lang genug war ich schockiert, jetzt bin ich motiviert.
                                Nimm meine Hand, ich helf dir aus dem Treibsand,
                                denn in diesem unserem Land ist es Zeit für den Widerstand
                                steh` ein für deine Freiheit, sei ein Individualist
                                und kein Egoist, was zählt, ist was zu ändern ist.
                                Deine Hölle ist aus Eis, ein Meer muss drunter sein
                                die Hölle schweigt mich tot, also hau ich ein Loch hinein.

                                Gegen den Strom, ich schwimme gegen den Strom...

                                Du bist nicht mehr Herr deiner Dinge,
                                denn sie haben dich in ihrer Hand
                                folgst deinem falschen Stolz
                                und gehst mit dem Kopf durch die Wand.
                                Vaterland, Heilanstalt, du wirst gemästet mit Gewalt
                                und Frustration, die wie `ne Kugel durch dein` Kopf knallt.
                                Wenn man dich nicht hoffnungslos dem Vergessen überläßt,
                                sind Hass und Machtgier bald so chancenlos wie die Pest.
                                Ich gebe nicht auf, aber man kann ja zu sich stehen,
                                wie man will, das Problem ist,
                                die meisten stehen lebenslänglich still,
                                lassen sich treiben, schlucken und schweigen
                                auch wenn einer ersäuft, Hauptsache ist,
                                das es geregelt läuft.
                                Wir sind alle Kleine Fisch im großen Fluss.
                                Du sagst ich laber Stuss.
                                Wer hört den letzten Schuss und macht Schluss?
                                Wem kann man heute noch vertraun?
                                Wem sollte man die Lügen glauben
                                oder lieber eine reinhaun.
                                Gegen den Strom, denn ich verlasse diesen Weg des
                                geringsten Widerstands und bekämpfe euern Kriegstanz...

                                Gegen den Strom, ich schwimme gegen den Strom...

                                Und der private Sender zeigt mir die Realität?
                                Sensationsgeilheit, während sich mir der Magen umdreht.
                                Blutdurst, live vor Ort, die Kamera dabei,
                                was wären wir ohne die Asse der Polizei.
                                Notruf, originalgetreu nachgestellt.
                                Auf der Couch hautnah dabei, Action ist, was unterhält!
                                Augenzeugen, Video, sensiationell reell, Gier nach Action-News, oder RTL-Aktuell.
                                Kinderzimmer, Blutrausch, Horror ungeschnitten.
                                Kinderaugen geblendet, privater Sender sendet
                                rund um die Uhr, Programmkapazität,
                                denn für visuelles Konsumieren ist es nie zu spät.
                                Volkshypnose, Gehirnmetamorphose,
                                der Fernseher verkabelt, der Zuschauer vernagelt, eure Hölle ist aus Eis, ein Meer muss drunter sein.
                                Eure Hölle schweigt mich tot, ich schlag den Fernseher ein.

                                Gegen den Strom, ich schwimme gegen den Strom...

                                Sinnesvergewaltigung, staatliche Genehmigung,
                                die Schwelle zur Gewalt fällt ein,
                                die Politik wird ratlos sein.
                                Resultat: Gruppenzwang,
                                dein Gefängnis ist die Jugendsubkultur
                                und von Gnade zeigst du keine Spur.
                                Radikal, Herz aus Stahl, keine Wahl, also bezahl
                                ich den Preis für meine Freiheit,
                                und mach mich frei von dieser Qual
                                und übernehme selbst die Navigation,
                                dreh euch den Rücken zu und schwimme gegen den Strom.
                                Wann wirst du verstehen, ohne Rücksicht auf Verluste,
                                wann wirst du endlich wissen,
                                was dein Herz schon lange wußte,
                                wann wird dein Geist frei sein,
                                wie lange sprichst du noch nach wie ein Papagei?
                                Heyy, Mann!! Hör auf mit der Heuchelei,
                                wielange läßt du dich noch treiben mit dem Strom,
                                nur weil es so einfach ist.
                                Wie lang` willst du noch schlafen?
                                Wach auf bevor du es vergißt!
                                Die Hölle ist aus Eis, es muss ein Meer drunter sein,
                                die Hölle schweigt mich tot, also hau ich ein Loch hinein.

                                Gegen den Strom, ich schwimme gegen den Strom...
                                Möp!

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