geniale/witzige/ergreifende englische Lyrics

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Ich mach mal den Anfang, natürlich mit einem Songtext von Nik Kershaw! Mein Faible für die Musik dieses Herrn dürfte hier ja allgemein bekannt sein!


Nik Kershaw - Billy (from the album "15 minutes", 1999)

Billy is a new man, he does the best he can
to figure out what it's about and what the
hell he's meant to be.
He does the right thing when expected, nuff
respect , once in a while he likes a smoke and a joke,
just as long as it's P.C.
And he thinks that he cries at the Movies
'Cos he's in touch with his feminine side
Sally wants a proud man
Sally wants a proud man
Sally wants a proud man
But she's taken all his pride

Billy is a new man, at least when she's around,
a model father or if needed, he'll
be mother for the day,
He watches "Men Behaving Badly" though
he'll gladly switch it off if she's offended
he'll pretend it wasn't funny any way
He's got one face he keeps for his woman
And one for when he's out with the guys
Sally wants a true man
Sally wants a true man
Sally wants a true man
But he's living out a lie

Better go and find an analyst, or something
time for sorting out his head
Better go and find a book to read about it
just like his daddy never did

And he reads "Marie Claire" at the Doctors just
in case there is something he should know

Sally wants a free man
Sally wants a free man
Sally wants a free man
But she will not let him go

Billy is confused, he feels abusive and abused
he's got one hand on an olive branch
the other on his crotch
He drives a sensible coupe, he thinks Oasis
are OK, he drinks non alcoholic lager though
he'd rather drink a scotch

And he tries very hard to be happy but there
are a few little things in the way

Billy wants a good girl and a bad girl and a
blonde girl, and a brunette or a Bond girl and
a house maid and a teas maid and a French
maid, yeah a sex aid, and a Goddess and a
confidante, a wet nurse and an agony aunt,
a lover, mother, baby sitter, a young girl with a
pretty face and smart but not too smart to love
an asshole, yes, an asshole, Billy wants to be
an asshole, singin'

Billy wants it all now
Billy wants it all now
Billy wants it all now
But he's too ashamed to say

And
Sally wants a Superman
Sally wants a Superman
Sally wants a Superman
She hasn't got a chance

[J.B.]

Zum Thema ergreifend:

Kaum ein anderes englischsprachiges Lied hat mich so ergriffen, denn es handelt von eine Kind, dessen Eltern ums Leben kamen und das nun bei einer Pflegefamilie aufwächst, welche versucht sein Vertrauen zu gewinnen:


Hush now, don't you cry
Wipe away the teardrop from your eye
You're lying safe in bed
It was all a bad dream
Spinning in your head
Your mind tricked you to feel the pain
Of someone close to you leaving the game of life
So here it is, another chance
Wide awake you face the day
Your dream is over... or has it just begun?

There's a place I like to hide
A doorway that I run through in the night
Relax child, you were there
But only didn't realize it and you were scared
It's a place where you will learn
To face your fears, retrace the years
And ride the whims of your mind
Commanding in another world
Suddenly you hear and see
This magic new dimension

I- will be watching over you
I- am gonna help you see it through
I- will protect you in the night
I- am smiling next to you, in Silent Lucidity

-spoken during solo-
[Visualize your dream]
[Record it in the present tense]
[Put it into a permanent form]
[If you persist in your efforts]
[You can achieve dream control]
[Dream control]
[How's that then, better?]
[Hug me]

If you open your mind for me
You won't rely on open eyes to see
The walls you built within
Come tumbling down, and a new world will begin
Living twice at once you learn
You're safe from the pain in the dream domain
A soul set free to fly
A round trip journey in your head
Master of illusion, can you realize
Your dream's alive, you can be the guide but...

I- will be watching over you
I- am gonna help to see it through
I- will protect you in the night
I- am smiling next to you....

Es ist zugleich auch eine der schönsten Balladen im Bereich Metal. SWR3-Lyrics (die Lieder werden vorher von einem Sprecher übersetzt - es hört sich immer wie eine geschichte an, dann wird das Lied im Anschluß gespielt) haben dieses Lied in ihre Sammlung aufgenommen und die Version ist noch ergreifender.

Gruß

J.B.

[Imaginary Boy]

Winter, Eiseskälte, tiefste Nacht, Einsamkeit und dann dieser Text dazu....

At Night

sunk deep in the night
i sink in the night
standing alone underneath the sky
i feel the chill of ice
on my face
i watch the hours go by

the hours go by...

you sleep
sleep in a safe bed
curled and protected
protected from sight
under a safe roof
deep in your house
unaware of the changes at night

at night
i hear the darkness breathe
i sense the quiet despair
listen to the silence
at night
someone has to be there
someone has to be there

someone must be there

[Kinderfresser]

mir läufts immer kalt den rücken runter bei Biko von den Simple Minds. Besonders bei der Live-Version mit Peter Gabriel und Youssou N'Dour


Port Elizabeth weather fine
It was business as usual
In police room 619
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
-The man is dead

When I try to sleep at night
I can only dream in red
The outside world is black and white
With only one colour dead
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
-The man is dead

You can blow out a candle
But you can't blow out a fire
Once the flames begin to catch
The wind will blow it higher
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
-The man is dead

And the eyes of the world are
watching now
watching now

[waschbaer]

Ich finde Belfast child von den Simple Minds immer wieder ergreifend. Habe ich auch schon mal im Englischunterricht eingesetzt, als wir das Thema "Northern Ireland" behandelt haben.

From the album "Street Fighting Years"

When my love said to me
Meet me down by the gallow tree
For it's sad news I bring
About this old town and all that it's offering
Some say troubles abound
Some day soon they're gonna pull the old town down
One day we'll return here,
When the Belfast Child sings again

Brothers sisters where are you now
As I look for you right through the crowd
All my life here I've spent
With my faith in God the Church and the Government
But there's sadness abound
Some day soon they're gonna pull the old town down

One day we'll return here,
When the Belfast Child sings again
When the Belfast Child sings again

Some come back Billy, won't you come on home
Come back Mary, you've been away so long
The streets are empty, and your mother's gone
The girls are crying, it's been oh so long
And your father's calling, come on home
Won't you come on home, won't you come on home

ome back people, you've been gone a while
And the war is raging, in the Emerald Isle
That's flesh and blood man, that's flesh and blood
All the girls are crying but all's not lost

The streets are empty, the streets are cold
Won't you come on home, won't you come on home

The streets are empty
Life goes on

One day we'll return here
When the Belfast Child sings again
When the Belfast Child sings again

Music : Traditional Arrangement
Words: Simple Minds

[waschbaer]

Einen klasse Text (den ich momentan auch am liebsten schreien würde) finde ich auch immer mal wieder bei Alanis Morissette. Den hier mag ich am liebsten.

Alanis Morissette
You Oughta Know

I want you to know that I'm happy for you
I wish nothing but the best for you both
An older version of me
Is she perverted like me
Would she go down on your in a theater
Does she speak eloquently
And would she have your baby
I'm sure she'd make a really excellent mother

'Cause the love that you gave that we made
wasn't able to make it enough for you to be open wide, no
And every time you speak her name
Does she know how you told me you'd hold me
Until you died, 'til you died
But you're still alive

Chorus:
And I'm here to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It's not fair to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know

You seem very well, things look peaceful
I'm not quite as well, I thought you should know
Did you forget about me Mr. Duplicity
I hate to but you in the middle of dinner
It was a slap in the face how quickly I was replaced
Are you thinking of me when you fuck her

'Cause the love that you gave that we made
wasn't able to make it enough for you to be open wide, no
And every time you speak her name
Does she know how you told me you'd hold me
Until you died, 'til you died
But you're sill alive

Repeat Chorus

'Cause the joke that you laid in the bed that was me
And I'm not gonna fade
As soon as you close your eyes and you know it
And every time I scratch my nails down someone else's back
I hope you feel it...well can you feel it

[waschbaer]

Und als letztes endlich mal Witziges:

Ich finde rein vom Text her Rupert Holmes und seinen Pina Colada Song echt ganz witzig.

I was tired of my lady
We'd been together too long
Like a worn-out recording
Of a favorite song
So while she lay there sleeping
I read the paper in bed
And in the personal columns
There was this letter I read

"If you like Pina Coladas
And getting caught in the rain
If you're not into yoga
If you have half a brain
If you'd like making love at midnight
In the dunes on the Cape
Then I'm the love that you've looked for
Write to me and escape."
I didn't think about my lady
I know that sounds kind of mean
But me and my old lady
Have fallen into the same dull routine
So I wrote to the paper
Took out a personal ad
And though I'm nobody's poet
I thought it wasn't half bad

"Yes I like Pina Coladas
And getting caught in the rain
I'm not much into health food
I am into champagne
I've got to meet you by tomorrow noon
And cut through all this red-tape
At a bar called O'Malley's
Where we'll plan our escape."

So I waited with high hopes
And she walked in the place
I knew her smile in an instant
I knew the curve of her face
It was my own lovely lady
And she said, "Oh it's you."
Then we laughed for a moment
And I said, "I never knew."

That you like Pina Coladas
Getting caught in the rain
And the feel of the ocean
And the taste of champagne
If you'd like making love at midnight
In the dunes of the Cape

You're the lady I've looked for
Come with me and escape

(repeat chorus twice and fade out)

[Sven Ho]

Von mir gibt's was von Pink Floyd (ist hier eh unterrepräsentiert)

Pink Floyd
Mother
(aus: The Wall)


Mother, do you think they'll drop the bomb?
Mother, do you think they'll like this song?
Mother, do you think they'll try to break my balls?
Ooooowaa Mother, should I build a wall?

Mother, should I run for President?
Mother, should I trust the government?
Mother, will they put me in the firing line?
Ooooowaa Is it just a waste of time?

Hush, my baby. Baby, don't you cry.
Momma's gonna make all of your nightmares come true.
Momma's gonna put all of her fears into you.
Momma's gonna keep you right here under her wing.
She won't let you fly, but she might let you sing.
Momma's gonna keep Baby cozy and warm.
Oooo Babe.
Oooo Babe.
Ooo Babe, of course Momma's gonna help build a wall.

Mother, do you think she's good enough,
For me?
Mother, do you think she's dangerous,
To me?
Mother will she tear your little boy apart?
Ooooowaa Mother, will she break my heart?

Hush, my baby. Baby, don't you cry.
Momma's gonna check out all your girlfriends for you.
Momma won't let anyone dirty get through.
Momma's gonna wait up until you get in.
Momma will always find out where you've been.
Momma's gonna keep Baby healthy and clean.
Oooo Babe.
Oooo Babe.
Ooo Babe, you'll always be Baby to me.

Mother, did it need to be so high?

Sven

[waschbaer]

Den fand ich auch ganz nett. Da kann jeder seinen eigenen Senf reininterpretieren und rausfinden, was mit "born to make mistakes" gemeint ist.


Human


Come on, baby, dry your eyes
Wipe your tears
Never like to see you cry
Won't you please forgive me?

I wouldn't ever try to hurt you
I just needed someone to hold me
To fill the void while you were gone
To fill this space of emptiness

I'm only human
Of flesh and blood I'm made
Human
Born to make mistakes

So many nights I longed to hold you
So many times I looked and saw your face
Nothing could change the way I feel
No-one else could ever take your place

I'm only human
Of flesh and blood I'm made
Human
Born to make mistakes

I am just a man

Please forgive me

The tears I cry aren't tears of pain
They're only to hide my guilt and shame
I forgive you now I ask the same of you
While we were apart I was human too

I'm only human
Of flesh and blood I'm made
I am just a man
Human
Born to make mistakes

[Torsten]

Obwohl ich im Pop-Bereich von sozialkritischen Texten überhaupt nichts halte (dazu werde ich demnächst vielleicht mal was posten), gibt es hin und wieder doch ein paar wohltuende Ausnahmen. Der für mich bisher bemerkenswerteste Text stammt aus dem Hit "Streets Of London" von Ralph McTell. Darin ermahnt er all die ewig Unzufriedenen aus unserer verwöhnten Zivilisation daran, sich und ihr Leben mal in einem anderen Licht zu betrachten. Insbesondere in unserem Land könnten sich eine Menge Zeitgenossen diesen Text hinter die Ohren schreiben – unglaublich, auf welch hohem Niveau hier ständig gejammert wird!

Ralph McTell nimmt in seinem Song den Zuhörer quasi an die Hand und führt ihn durch die Metropole London, um ihm mal einige Seiten dieser Stadt zu zeigen, die dieser wohl übersehen hat. Spätestens jetzt sollte ihm aufgehen, dass seine eigenen Sorgen geradezu lächerlicher Natur sind:

Have you seen the old man
In the closed down market
Kicking up the papers with his worn out shoes
In his eyes you see no pride
Hands held loosely at his side
Yesterday's paper, telling yesterday's news

So how can you tell me you're lonely
And say for you that the sun don't shine
Let me take you by the hand
And lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something
To make you change your mind

Have you seen the old girl
Who walks the streets of London
Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags
She's no time for talking
She just keeps right on walking
Carrying her home in two carrier bags

So how can you tell me you're lonely
And say for you that the sun don't shine
Let me take you by the hand
And lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something
To make you change your mind

In the old night cafe at a quarter past eleven
The same old man sitting there on his own
Looking at the world over the rim of his teacup
Each tea lasts an hour, and he wanders home alone

So how can you tell me that you're lonely
And say for you that the sun don't shine
Let me take you by the hand
And lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something
To make you change your mind

Have you seen the old man
Outside the seaman's mission
Memory fading with the minor ribands that he wears
In our city winter the rain cries little pity
For one more forgotten hero
And a world which doesn't care

So how can you tell me you're lonely
And say for you that the sun don't shine
Let me take you by the hand
And lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something
To make you change your mind
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