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Also ich weiß ja nich wie das bei euch is, aba ohne Musik leben? Neeee....das ging ja wohl echt nich!!!!

Also hier kommt das Lied der Woche...MIT  Songtext!!!

Also....

 1.

THE STROKES: SOMEDAY

In many ways they'll miss the good old days
Someday, someday
Yeah it hurts to say but I want you to stay
Sometimes, sometimes
When we was young oh man did we have fun
Always, always
Promises they break before they're made
Sometimes, sometimes

Oh, my ex says i'm lacking in depth
I will do my best
You say you wanna stay by my side
Darling your head's not right
I see alone we stand together we fall apart
Yeah, I think I'll be alright
I'm working so I won't have to try so hard
Tables they turn sometimes.
Oh someday.
No I ain't wasting no more time.

Trying, trying.

And now my fears, they come to me in threes
So I, sometimes
They fade my friend, you say the strangest things
I find, sometimes

Oh, my ex says i'm lacking in depth
Say I will try my best
You say you wanna stay by my side
Darling your head's not right
I see alone we stand together we fall apart
Yeah, I think I'll be alright
I'm working so I won't have to try so hard
Tables they turn sometimes.
Oh someday

I ain't wasting no more time

2.

DEAD KENNEDYS/ HOLIDAY IN CAMBODIA

So you been to school for a year or two
And you know you've seen it all
In daddy's car thinkin' you'll go far
Back east your type don't crawl
Play ethnicky jazz to parade your snazz
On your five grand stereo
Braggin that you know how the niggers feel cold
And the slums got so much soul

It's time to taste what you most fear
Right Guard will not help you here
Brace yourself, my dear

It's a holiday in Cambodia
It's tough kid, but it's life
It's a holiday in Cambodia
Don't forget to pack a wife

Your a star-belly sneech you suck like a leech
You want everyone to act like you
Kiss ass while you bitch so you can get rich
But your boss gets richer on you
Well you'll work harder with a gun in your back
For a bowl of rice a day
Slave for soldiers til you starve
Then your head skewered on a stake
Now you can go where people are one
Now you can go where they get things done
What you need my son:

Is a holiday in Cambodia
Where people dress in black
A holiday in Cambodia
Where you'll kiss ass or crack

Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot ...

And it's a holiday in Cambodia
Where you'll do what you're told
A holiday in Cambodia
Where the slums got so much soul

3.

THE RAMONES/WHAT A WONDERFUL WORLD

I see trees of green,red roses too.
I see them bloom for me and you.
and I say to myself what a wonderful world.

I see skies of blue and clouds of white.
The bright sunny days,the dark sacred nights,
and I say to myself what a wonderful world.

The colors of the rainbow are so pretty in the sky.
Are also on the faces of people walking by.
I see friends shaking hands sayin' "how do you do?".
They're really saying "I love you".

I see babies cry,I watch them grow,
they'll learn much more than I'll ever know.
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.

Yes I think to myself what a wonderful world.
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.

 4.

ORSON/HAPPINESS

Do I really need a reason?
Is it really such a big deal?
It just seems like the right situation
To say how I really feel

I love the way that you look at me
Cuz I can’t stop looking at you
Oo
And the sweetest thing that you do for me
Besides the little things that you do

Well, if the world don’t feel like turning
And the sun just wants to hide
All the stars come out to remind me
with the universe by my side

Because

All that happens is happiness
Happiness
When I’m with you
All that happens is happiness
Happiness

Ain’t got a whole lot of money
How bout a five star happy meal
Girl, any thing will do
It’s just like a party
There’s nothing left of me for you to steal
That’s right

When the winter wind is blowing
I feel you blowing kisses in my ear
And when you think you’re just talking girl
You know it’s singing that I hear

Because

All that happens is happiness
Happiness
When I’m with you
All that happens is happiness
Happiness

All that happens is happiness
Happiness
All that happens is happiness
Happiness

 

5.

THE CLASH/GUNS OF BRIXTON

 


When they kick at your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun

When the law break in
How you gonna go?
Shot down on the pavement
Or waiting on death row

You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton

The money feels good
And your life you like it well
But surely your time will come
As in heaven, as in hell

You see, he feels like Ivan
Born under the Brixton sun
His game is called survivin'
At the end of the harder they come

You know it means no mercy
They caught him with a gun
No need for the Black Maria
Goodbye to the Brixton sun

You can crush us
You can bruise us
Yes, even shoot us
But oh-the guns of Brixton

When they kick at your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun

You can crush us
You can bruise us
Yes, even shoot us
But oh-the guns of Brixton

Shot down on the pavement
Waiting in death row
His game is called survivin'
As in heaven as in hell

You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton

6.

THE SHINS/ FINGHTING IN A SACK

Just last night I woke from some unconscionable dream
And had it nailed to my forehead again
To keep this boat afloat
There are things you can't afford to know
So I save all my breath for the sails.

But you'll find those lingering voices
Are just your ego's attempt to make it all clean and nice
And make a moron out of you
Walking a bridge with weakening cables
Huddled up in fear and hate because we know our fate
And it's a lot to put us through.

Most ideas turn to dust
As there are few in which we all can trust
Haven't you noticed I've been shedding all of mind?
So let's abandon that track
And leave our fathers fighting in a sack
Cause we are way too wise-assed for that.

You might find some fools at your doorstep
Hustling the latest changes to the book
That's the strangest in an attempt to multiply
Marionettes on weakening cables
Huddled up with fear and hate
Because they know their fate and it's a lot to put them through.

We've taken on a climb
And it's long enough to put the best of us on our backs
Walking up a slide
And there are those we know who'd have us five miles off the track.

But you'll find those lingering voices
Are just your ego's attempt to make it all clean and nice
And make a moron out of you
Crossing the brindge on weakening cables
Huddled up with fear and hate because we know our fate
And it's a lot to put us through







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