Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Daydreams

The other day I listened to this song and floated on the air with its tune:



Its smooth tune eventually led me to this other song



and this last one in turn led me to another ...



and another, all the way back to the 60s.



The evolution and sampling of a catchy tune.

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Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Die toten hosen - Zehn Kleiner Jaegermeister.



Die toten hosen - Zehn Kleiner Jaegermeister.

Ein kleiner Jägermeister war nicht gern allein,
drum lud er Sich zum Weinachstfest neun Jägermeister ein...

Zehn kleine Jägermeister rauchten einen Joint,
den einen hat es umgehaun, da waren's nur noch neun.

Neun kleine Jägermeister wollten gerne erben,
damit es was zu erben gab, musste einer sterben.

Acht kleine Jägermeister fuhren gerne schnell,
sieben fuhrn nach Düsseldorf, einer fuhr nach Köln.

Einer für alle, alle für einen,
wenn einer fort ist, wer wird denn gleich weinen?
Einmal trifft's jeden, ärger dich nicht,
so geht's im Leben, du oder ich.

Sieben kleine Jägermeister warn beim Rendezvous,
bei einem kam ganz unverhofft der Ehemann hinzu.

Sechs kleine Jägermeister wollten Steuern sparen,
einer wurde eingelocht, fünf durften nachbezahlen.

Fünf kleine Jägermeister wurden kontrolliert,
ein Polizist nahm's zu genau, da warn sie noch zu viert.

Einer für alle, alle für einen,
wenn einer fort ist, wer wird denn gleich weinen?
Einmal trifft's jeden, ärger dich nicht,
so geht's im Leben, du oder ich.

Einmal muss jeder gehen
und wenn dein Herz zerbricht,
davon wird die Welt nicht untergehn -
Mensch ärger dich nicht!

Vier kleine Jägermeister bei der Bundeswehr,
sie tranken um die Wette, den Besten gibt's nicht mehr.

Drei kleine Jägermeister gingen ins Lokal,
dort gab's zwei Steaks mit Bohnen und eins mit Rinderwahn.

Zwei kleine Jägermeister baten um Asyl,
einer wurde angenommen, der andere war zu viel.

Einer für alle, alle für einen,
wenn einer fort ist, wer wird denn gleich weinen?
Einmal trifft's jeden, ärger dich nicht,
so geht's im Leben, du oder ich.

Einmal muss jeder gehen
und wenn dein Herz zerbricht,
davon wird die Welt nicht untergehn -
Mensch ärger dich nicht!
Ja, davon wird die Welt nicht untergehn -
Mensch ärger dich nicht!

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A little hunter didn't like to be alone,
So he invited nine others to his Christmas party.

Ten little hunters were smoking a joint,
One overdose, and only nine were left.

Nine little hunters wanted to inherit something,
One had to die so that they could do so.

Eight little hunters like to drive fast,
Seven drove to Orlando, one drove to Los Angeles. (not the actual towns, but a comparison of "on the other side of the country :P)

One for all, and all for one,
When one dies, who will mourn him?
It will happen to everyone, don't worry,
It's the way of life, you or me.

Seven little hunters went to blind dates
One of them unfortunately met the husband.

Six little hunters wanted to avoid taxes,
One got locked up, five paid extra.

Five little hunters were searched,
One policeman was too anal, and now there's only four.

One for all, and all for one,
When one dies, who will mourn him?
It will happen to everyone, don't worry,
It's the way of life, you or me.

Everyone will die sometime
And when when your heart breaks,
the world won't die
Man, don't worry!

Four little hunters were in the army,
They had a drinking contest, the winner is no more.

Three little hunters went to the pub,
There was two steaks with beans, and one with mad cow disease.

Two little hunters asked for asylum,
One was accepted, the other was too many.

One for all, and all for one,
When one dies, who will mourn him?
It will happen to everyone, don't worry,
It's the way of life, you or me.

Everyone will die sometime
And when when your heart breaks,
the world won't die
Man, don't worry!
Yeah, the world won't die
Man, don't worry!

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Sunday, August 19, 2007

Crazy

I remember when, I remember, I remember when I lost my mind
There was something so pleasant about that place.
Even your emotions have an echo
In so much space

And when you're out there
Without care,
Yeah, I was out of touch
But it wasn't because I didn't know enough
I just knew too much

Does that make me crazy?
Does that make me crazy?
Does that make me crazy?
Possibly



And I hope that you are having the time of your life
But think twice, that's my only advice

Come on now, who do you, who do you, who do you, who do you think you are,

Ha ha ha bless your soul
You really think you're in control

Well, I think you're crazy
I think you're crazy
I think you're crazy
Just like me

My heroes had the heart to lose their lives out on a limb
And all I remember is thinking, I wanna be like them
Ever since I was little, ever since I was little it looked like fun
And it's no coincidence I've come
And I can die when I'm done

But Maybe I'm crazy
Maybe you're crazy
Maybe we're crazy
Probably

Uh, uh

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Tuesday, October 17, 2006

One day I would like to listen again...

Dark was the night cold was the ground
I'm so glad
Devil got my woman
Hard time killing floor blues

Giocco d'azzardo - Paolo Conte (The secret life of worlds)

The crawl - Placebo (Tell me something)
Boadicea - Enya (Tell me something)

Potato Head Blues (L. Armstrong)

Consolazione, Romance op. 25 Napoleon Coste (1805-1883)
Ricordanza Herbert Baumann (b. 1925)

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Sunday, March 05, 2006

How can I keep from singing?

How can I keep from singing? - Anne Warner (interprets Enya)

My life goes on in endless song
above earth's lamentations,
I hear the real, though far-off hymn
that hails a new creation.


Through all the tumult and the strife
I hear it's music ringing,
It sounds an echo in my soul.
How can I keep from singing?


While though the tempest loudly roars,
I hear the truth, it liveth.
And though the darkness 'round me close,
songs in the night it giveth.


No storm can shake my inmost calm,
while to that rock I'm clinging.
Since love is lord of heaven and earth
how can I keep from singing?


When tyrants tremble in their fear
and hear their death knell ringing,
when friends rejoice both far and near
how can I keep from singing?


In prison cell and dungeon vile
our thoughts to them are winging,
when friends by shame are undefiled
how can I keep from singing?

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