Schöne traurige Lieder Vol. 23: George Michael

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George Michael - The first time ever I saw your face

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The first time ever I saw your face

I thought the sun rose in your eyes

And the moon and stars were the gifts you gave

To the dark and the endless sky, my love
And the first time ever I kissed your mouth

I felt the earth move in my hand

Like a trembling heart of a captive bird

That was there at my command, my love

And the first time ever I lay with you

I felt your heart so close to mine

And I knew our joy it would fill the earth

And would last til the end of time, my love

It would last til the end of time
The first time ever I saw your face

Schöne traurige Lieder Vol. 22: Israel Kamakawiwo’Ole

Ein zweiter Beitrag des Gastwriters zu den STL , wieder von Israel Kamakawiwo’Ole…

 

 

Wind Beneath My Wings/He Hawai'i Au

It must have been cold there in my shadow
To never have sunlight on your face
You were content to let me shine
You always walked a step behind
I was the one with all the glory
You were the one with all the strain
A beautiful face without a name
A beautiful smile to ease my pain
Did you ever know that you're my hero
And everything I would like to be?
I can fly higher than an eagle
You are the wind beneath my wings
You are the wind beneath my wings

I ke i'a po ke i'a au me o'e
Ke i'a po ua ho'i ma i au
He loa ka helena ma ke a la hele
E huli wahi ma ke i'a au
Mau popo au ua i ke ho'i
Ka home iloko ku'u pu'u wai
U'a ho'i mai i'au ke i ke nei au
Ma oli au au ana hou
Ke mau popo He Hawai'i au
Ke mau popo He Hawai'i au
You are the wind beneath my wings
Ooo ooo oo oo oo
You are the wind beneath my wings
Ke mau popo He Hawai'i au

Schöne traurige Lieder Vol. 21: Israel Kamakawiwo'Ole

...der Gastwriter möchte auch ein schönes trauriges Lied beisteuern...

Dieses Lied ist auch zu hören in den Filmen "50 erste Dates" und “Rendezvous mit Joe Black”.

Der Sänger verstarb 1997 im Alter von nur 38 Jahren.

(Das Video ist neu verlinkt worden am 7. April 2009)

Israel Kamakawiwo'Ole - Somewhere Over The Rainbow / What a wonderful world

OK this one's for Gabby
Ooooo oooooo ohoohohoo
Ooooo ohooohoo oooohoo
Ooooo ohoohooo oohoooo
Oohooo oohoooho ooooho
Ooooo oooooo oooooo
Ooooo oooooo oooooo
Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high
And the dreams that you dreamed of
Once in a lullaby ii ii iii
Somewhere over the rainbow
Blue birds fly
And the dreams that you dreamed of
Dreams really do come true ooh ooooh
Someday I'll wish upon a star
Wake up where the clouds are far behind me ee ee eeh
Where trouble melts like lemon drops
High above the chimney tops thats where you'll find me oh
Somewhere over the rainbow bluebirds fly
And the dream that you dare to,why, oh why can't I? i iiii
Well I see trees of green and
Red roses too,
I'll watch them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world
Well I see skies of blue and I see clouds of white
And the brightness of day
I like the dark and I think to myself
What a wonderful world
The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people passing by
I see friends shaking hands
Saying, "How do you do?"
They're really saying, I...I love you
I hear babies cry and I watch them grow,
They'll learn much more
Than we'll know
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world (w)oohoorld
Someday I'll wish upon a star,
Wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where trouble melts like lemon drops
High above the chimney top that's where you'll find me
Oh, Somewhere over the rainbow way up high
And the dream that you dare to, why, oh why can't I? I hiii ?
Ooooo oooooo oooooo
Ooooo oooooo oooooo
Ooooo oooooo oooooo
Ooooo oooooo oooooo
Ooooo oooooo oooooo
Ooooo oooooo oooooo

Schöne traurige Lieder Vol. 20: Turin Brakes

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Turin Brakes - Average Man

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If I was a farmer instead of a faker

If I was a realer and not just some raker

Raking through a memory that doesn't belong to me

Just someone I could have been if I'd only kept walking

Have another drink my son, enjoy another cigarette

'Cos it's time you realised you're just an average man

Alone on a motorway, you catch your breath

Cat's eyes lead everyway to lonesomeness

Since you learned to hide your fears and downsized your dreams

Still alive, still sincere inside your schemes

Have another drink my son, enjoy another cigarette
'Cos it's time you realised you're just an average man

And if this is darkness here

and if this is darkness coming

Have another drink my son, enjoy another cigarette
'Cos it's time you realised you're just an average man.

Schöne traurige Lieder Vol. 19: Gianna Nannini

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Gianna Nannini - Notte senza cuore

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Non è così che passa in fretta questa dolce malattia
Mi butterei da quella stella spenta di malinconia
in questa urgenza di vivere e furia di sentire so di esistere
Notti senza cuore da non aver pietà a parlare agli angeli qualcuno sentirà
Notti senza nome da far tremare il cielo dove c'è una via d'uscita
che trascina via da quì in un volo bellissimo in un mare bellissimo
E' stata una battaglia persa Niente che mi tira su
nemmeno un'ora di violenza che consoli alla tv
Gli occhi sopra le nuvole aspettando la luce di un'alba atomica
Notti senza cuore da non aver pietà a parlare agli angeli qualcuno sentirà
Notti senza nome da far tremare il cielo dove c'è una via d'uscita
che trascina via da quì in un volo bellissimo in un mare bellissimo
e mi sembra bellissimo sopra un mare bellissimo
Notti senza cuore da far tremare il cielo dove c'è una via d'uscita
che trascina via da quì
Notti abbandonate all'ultimo piano notti perse per le scale e notti andate a male
Notti senza me sopra un mare bellissimoe mi sembra bellissimo in un mare bellissimo
Notti senza cuore dentro nei portoni notti da coprire il cielo coi cartoni
Notti senza cuore notti senza me

Schöne traurige Lieder, Vol. 18 - Something Corporate

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Something Corporate - Konstantine

Schöne traurige Lieder, Vol. 17 - Yiruma

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Yiruma - Kiss the Rain (Instrumental)

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Viel, viel mehr von Yiruma gibt's auf Youtube (1600 Einträge!). Wunderschöner, nicht immer nur trauriger Pianopop mit herzzerreißenden Melodien, virtuos gespielt. Der in England lebende Südkoreaner Yiruma ist trotz seiner 11 CDs hierzulande leider fast unbekannt und hat nicht einmal einen Eintrag im deutschsprachigen Wikipedia. Wohl aber im englischen: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yiruma

Schöne traurige Lieder, Vol. 16 - Diamanda Galas

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Einige berühmte europäische Lieder haben eine sehr seltsame Geschichte. Eines der merkwürdigsten ist jedoch das Lied "Gloomy Sunday". Es wurde an einem Sonntag im Dezember 1932 vom ungarischen Komponisten Reszo Seress geschrieben, einen Tag, nachdem seine Freundin ihre Verlobung gelöst hatte. Seress war zutiefst betrübt, als eine traurige Melodie, die er noch nie gehört hatte, ihm in den Sinn kam. Seress begann die Melodie zu notieren, die er "Gloomy Sunday" nannte. Der Text, den er dazu schrieb, erzählt die Geschichte eines Mannes, dessen Freundin vor kurzem gestorben ist und er überlegt, Selbstmord zu begehen, um wieder mit ihr vereint zu sein. Die ersten Plattenfirmen lehnten das Lied ab, da es zu melancholisch war. Eine meinte sogar, daß es besser wäre, die Menschen würden diese Melodie nie hören - und hatte nicht so unrecht, denn als das Lied schließlich veröffentlicht wurde, erhielt es bald den Ruf, die Menschen zum Selbstmord zu treiben.

Die erste Fall ereignete sich im Frühjahr 1933, als ein Jugendlicher, der in einem Café in Budapest saß, die Band bat, "Gloomy Sunday" zu spielen. Nachdem sie das Lied gespielt hatten, ging er nach Hause und erschoß sich. Tane Jackson gerichtete in The Unknown (Mai 1987) über die unheilvolle Geschichte dieses Liedes und über weitere Fälle, obwohl keiner der betroffenen Menschen namentlich genannt wurde. Unter den Opfern waren sogar Sänger, die diese Melodie in ihrem Repertoire hatten. In einem der aufrüttelndsten Fälle brachen sogar Nachbarn eine Wohnung auf, als sie hörten, daß "Gloomy Sunday" unaufhörlich gespielt wurde. Sie fanden die Leiche der Wohnungsbesitzerin, einer jungen Frau, die eine Überdosis genommen hatte. Das Grammophon spielte diese Melodie. Ende der 30er Jahre hatte "Gloomy Sunday" in der Öffentlichkeit solchen Schrecken ausgelöst, daß die ungarische Regierung empfahl, das Lied nicht mehr öffentlich zu spielen. Viele Musiker waren sehr erleichtert. Viele Radiosender, darunter auch die BBC, überlegten ein Sendeverbot (das von einigen lokalen Stationen in den USA tatsächlich auferlegt wurde) und mehrere Familien, in denen ein Selbstmord mit diesem Lied in Zusammenhang gebracht wurde (mehr als 200 insgesamt), versuchten ohne Erfolg, ein völliges Verbot des Liedes zu bewirken. Die englische Version von "Gloomy Sunday" stammte von Sam Lewis, und 1941 brachte Billie Holliday eine Platte heraus, auf der dieses Lied enthalten war. Um diese Zeit hatte der schlechte Ruf des Liedes jedoch wieder abgenommen: Mit dem Zweiten Weltkrieg waren viel dramatischere Ereignisse ins Leben der Menschen getreten. Dennoch verlohr das Lied seinen schlechten Einfluß nicht vollständig.

Gordon Beck aus Salisbury, Wiltshire, der 1946 mit dem Bataillon 76 am britischen Luftwaffenstützpunkt Yervade in Poona, Indien, stationiert war, erinnert sich kürzlich, daß einer der Piloten immer sehr unruhig wurde, wenn er das Lied Gloomy Sunday" hörte (in der Version des Artie Shaw Orchestra mit einer Sängerin). Beck dachte sich wenig dabei, bis er selbst zu fliegen begann und zu seinem Schrecken feststellte, daß ihm die Melodie des Liedes nicht aus dem Sinn ging. Er hörte sie sogar trotz der dröhnenden Flugzeugmotoren. Beck spielte nie wieder "Gloomy Sunday". Wie kann der unheimliche Effekt dieser gespenstigen Melodie erklärt werden? Vielleicht hatte Seress, wie Tane Jackson meinte, sein eigenes tiefes Trauergefühl so erfolgreich in dem Lied umgelegt, daß es sich bei Zuhörern, die ebenfalls deprimiert sind, noch verstärkt, und sie als einzige Möglichkeit, diese Traurigkeit zu vergessen, den Selbstmord sehen. Diese Annahme ist nicht so abwegig. In The Secret Power of Music schreibt David Tame, daß Musik eine erstaunliche Wirkung auf Menschen haben kann, daß sie Streß, den Herzrythmus, die Verdauung und andere Stoffwechselvorgänge und unser geistiges und seelisches Wohlbefinden beeinflussen kann.

Auch die beiden Menschen, die für das Entstehen von "Gloomy Sunday" verantwortlich waren, konnten sich seinem unheilvollen Einfluß nicht entziehen. Der Komponist Reszo Seress beging 1968 Selbstmord. Er sprang von einem Gebäude, nachdem er festgestellt hatte, daß er nie wieder einen Hit schreiben konnte. Und das Mädchen, das ihn vor all den Jahren sitzen gelassen hatte, hatte bereits früher Selbstmord begangen. Sie wurde tot neben einem Blatt Papier aufgefunden, auf dem sie die Worte "Gloomy Sunday" geschrieben hatte. Ein weiteres Lied, das angeblich Unglück bringt, ist "I Dream that I Dwelt in Marble Halls" aus der Operette "The Bohemian Girl" von Rudolf Friml. Dieses Lied bringt angeblich nicht nur denen Unglück, die es hören, auch bei Sängern (die es teilweise nur sehr widerwillig aufführen) verursacht es dasselbe Angstgefühl wie Macbeth bei Schauspielern, die es vorziehen, nur von "dem schottischen Stück" zu sprechen. Niemand weiß, warum dieses Lied zu seinem schlechten Ruf kam. Einige Lieder scheinen, wie zum Beispiel "Gloomy Sunday", nicht bewußt komponiert zu sein. Eines nachts träumte der italienische Komponist Guiseppe Tartini, daß ihm der Teufel eine wunderbare Melodie auf der Violine spielte. Als er aufwachte, versuchte Tarini, die Melodie niederzuschreiben. Daraus wurde sein bekanntestes Werk "Die Sonate mit dem Teufelstriller". Ray Coleman behauptete in Yesterday and Today, daß auch die Melodie zu einem der berühmtesten Lieder der Welt ihrem Komponisten eines Morgens im Jahre 1963 im Traum kam. Der Komponist war Paul McCartney und das Lied Yesterday.

(Quelle: Seltsame Musik)

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Diamanda Galas - Gloomy Sunday

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Sadly one Sunday, I waited and waited
With flowers in my arms, for the grief I'd created
I waited 'til dreams like my heart were all broken
The flowers were all dead and the words were unspoken
The grief that I knew was beyond all consoling
The beat of my heart was a bell that was tolling
Saddest of Sundays

Then came the Sunday when you came to find me
They brought me to church and I left you behind me
My eyes would not see what I wanted to love me
The earth and the flowers are forever above me
The bell tolled for me and the wind whispered 'never'
But you I have loved and I'll love you forever
Last of all Sundays.

Schöne traurige Lieder, Vol. 15 - Extreme

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Extreme - More Than Words

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Saying I love you is not the words I want to hear from you

Its not that I want you not to say, but if you only knew

How easy it would be to show me how you feel

More than words is all you have to do to make it real

Then you wouldn't have to say that you love me, cos I'd already know

What would you do if my heart was torn in two

More than words to show you feel that your love for me is real

What would you say if I took those words away

Then you couldnt make things new just by saying I love you...

Now I've tried to talk to you and make you understand

All you have to do is close your eyes and just reach out your hands

and touch me, hold me close don't ever let me go

More than words is all I ever needed you to show

Then you wouldnt have to say that you love me, cos I'd already know

What would you do if my heart was torn in two

More than words to show you feel that your love for me is real

What would you say if I took those words away

Then you couldnt make things new just by saying I love you

Schöne traurige Lieder, Vol. 14: Midge Ure

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Midge Ure - Breathe

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With every waking breath I breathe, I see what life has dealed to me

with every sadness I deny I feel a chance inside me die

Give me a taste of something new, to touch to hold to pull me through

send me a guiding light that shines across this darkened life of mine

Breathe some soul to me, breathe your gift of love to me

breathe life to live for me, breathe to make me breathe

For every man who build a home, a paper promise for his own

he fights against an open floor of lies and failures we all know

To those who have and who have not, how can you live with what you got

give me a touch of something sure, I could be happy ever more

Breathe some soul to me, breathe your gift of love to me

breathe life to live for me, to see to make me breathe

Breathe your honesty, breathe your innocence to me

breathe your word and set me free, breathe to make me breathe

This life prepares the strangest things, the dreams we dream of what life brings

the highest highs can turn around to sow love's seeds on slowly ground

Breathe ...

Schöne traurige Lieder, Vol. 13: Xavier Naidoo

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Xavier Naidoo - Abschied nehmen

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Und gestern drang die Nachricht dann zu mir. Ich weiss nicht, aber es zerriss mich schier. Denn keiner kann mir sagen, wie es geschah, keiner unserer Leute war noch da. Du lagst ganz gut, das hat man mir gesagt - warum hab ich dich nie selbst danach gefragt? Du hättest ein Großer werden können und irgendwie wolte ich dir das nicht gönnen. Und ich wollte noch Abschied nehmen. Das werd ich mir nie vergeben. Mann, wie konntest du von uns gehen. Jetzt soll ich dich nie mehr sehen. Verzeih mir all die Dinge, die ich sagte, nur weil mich wieder irgendetwas plagte. Verzeih mir und den Jungs, dass wir nicht da waren, vergib mir, dass ich nicht mit all dem klar kam. Und ich wollte noch Abschied nehmen... Was machen wir jetzt ohne unsern Held? Wir vermissen dich und ich scheiss aufs grosse Geld. Du bist weg, was nützt der ganze Mist. Mein kleiner Bruder wird für immer vermisst. Und ich wollte noch Abschied nehmen...

Schöne traurige Lieder, Vol. 12: U2

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U2 - With Or Without You

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See the stone set in your eyes, see the thorn twist in your side

I wait for you

Sleight of hand and twist of fate, on a bed of nails she makes me wait

And I wait... without you
With or without you, with or without you
Through the storm we reach the shore

You give it all but I want more

And I'm waiting for you
With or without you, with or without you

I can't live with or without you
And you give yourself away

And you give yourself away

And you give, and you give

And you give yourself away
My hands are tied, my body bruised,

she's got me with nothing to win, and nothing left to lose
And you give yourself away...

With or without you, with or without you

I can't live with or without you...

Schöne traurige Lieder, Vol. 11 - Tori Amos

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Tori Amos - Silent All These Years

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Excuse me but can I be you for a while

My dog won't bite if you sit real still

I got the anti-Christ in the kitchen yellin' at me again

Yeah I can hear that

Been saved sagain by the garbage truck

I got something to say you know but nothing comes

Yes I know what you think of me, you never shut-up

Yeah I can hear that

But what if I'm a mermaid, in these jeans of his with her name still on it

Hey but I don't care cause sometimes I said sometimes I hear my voice and it's been here

Silent all these years

So you found a girl who thinks really deep thoughts

What's so amazing about really deep thoughts

Boy you best pray that I bleed real soon, how's that thought for you

My scream got lost in a paper cup

You think there's a heaven where some screams have gone

I got 25 bucks and a cracker, do you think it's enough to get us there...

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Years go by, will I still be waiting for somebody else to understand

Years go by, if I'm stripped of my beauty and the orange clouds raining in my head

Years go by, will I choke on my tears 'til finally there is nothing left

One more casualty, you know we're too easy easy easy

Well I love the way we communicate, your eyes focus on my funny lip shape

Let's hear what you think of me now, but baby don't look up, the sky is falling

Your mother shows up in a nasty dress, it's your turn now to stand where I stand

Everybody lookin' at you here, take hold of my hand, yeah I can hear them

But what if I'm a mermaid in these jeans of his with her name still on it

Hey but I don't care, cause sometimes I said sometimes I hear my voice, and it's been here

Silent all these years

I've been here, silent all these years...

Silent all these years.

Schöne traurige Lieder, Vol. 10 - REM

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REM - Nightswimming

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Nightswimming deserves a quiet night

The photograph on the dashboard, taken years ago,

Turned around backwards so the windshield shows

Every streetlight reveals the picture in reverse

Still, it's so much clearer, I forgot my shirt at the water's edge

And the moon is low tonight.

Nightswimming deserves a quiet night.

I'm not sure all these people understand

It's not like years ago, the fear of getting caught,

Of recklessness and water, they cannot see me naked

These things, they go away, replaced by everyday.

Nightswimming, remembering that night

September's coming soon, I'm pining for the moon

And what if there were two side by side in orbit around the fairest sun?

That bright, tight forever drum could not describe nightswimming.

You, I thought I knew you, you I cannot judge,

You, I thought you knew me, this one laughing quietly underneath my breath.
Nightswimming, the photograph reflects, every streetlight a reminder

Nightswimming deserves a quiet night, deserves a quiet night.

Schöne traurige Lieder, Vol. 9: Michael Buble

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Michael Buble - Home

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Another summer day has come and gone away in Paris or Rome... but I wanna go home. May be surrounded by a million people, I still feel all alone, just wanna go home. I miss you, you know. And I've been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you, each one a line or two. I'm fine baby, how are you? I would send them but I know that it's just not enough. My words are cold and flat, and you deserve more than that. Another aeroplane, another sunny place, I'm lucky I know, but I wanna go home, I got to go home, let me go home. I'm just too far from where you are I wanna come home. And I feel just like I'm living someone else's life. It's like I just stepped outside when everything was going right. And I know just why you could not come along with me. This was not your dream, but you always believed in me. Another winter day has come and gone away in either Paris or Rome, and I wanna go home. Let me go home. And I'm surrounded by a million people, I still feel alone. Let me go home. I miss you, you know. Let me go home. I've had my run, baby I'm done, I gotta go home. Let me go home, it'll all be alright, I'll be home tonight. I'm coming back home.

Schöne traurige Lieder, Vol. 8 - Tom Waits

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Tom Waits - Time

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The smart money's on Harlow, and the moon is in the street

And the shadow boys are breakin' all the laws

And you're east of East St. Louis, and the wind is making speeches

And the rain sounds like a round of applause
And Napoleon is weepin' in a carnival saloon, his invisible fiancee's in the mirror

And the band is goin' home, it's rainin' hammers, it's rainin' nails

And it's true, there's nothin' left for him down here

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And it's time, time, time, and it's time, time, time

And it's time, time, time that you love, and it's time, time, time.

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And they all pretend they're orphans, and their memory's like a train

You can see it gettin' smaller as it pulls away

And the things you can't remember tell the things you can't forget

That history puts a saint in every dream
Well, she said she'd stick around until the bandages came off

But these mama's boys just don't know when to quit

And Matilda asks the sailors, 'Are those dreams or are those prayers?'

So close your eyes, son, and this won't hurt a bit

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Oh, it's time, time, time, and it's time, time, time

And it's time, time, time that you love, and it's time, time, time.

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Well, things are pretty lousy for a calendar girl

The boys just dive right off the cars and splash into the street

And when they're on a roll, she pulls a razor from her boot

And a thousand pigeons fall around her feet
So put a candle in the window and a kiss upon his lips

As the dish outside the window fills with rain

Just like a stranger with the weeds in your heart

And pay the fiddler off till I come back again.

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Oh, it's time, time, time, and it's time, time, time

And it's time, time, time that you love, and it's time, time, time

And it's time, time, time, and it's time, time, time

And it's time, time, time that you love

And it's time,

time,

time.

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Youtube-Video von filmpele

Direkter Link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nDaJpl8jrW8

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Schöne traurige Lieder, Vol. 7 - The Smiths

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The Smiths - Back To The Old House

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I would rather not go back to the old house

I would rather not go back to the old house

there's too many bad memories, too many memories there

When you cycled by, here began all my dreams

the saddest thing I've ever seen

and you never knew how much I really liked you

because I never even told you, oh and I meant to

Are you still there? or have you moved away?

I would love to go back to the old house

but I never will, I never will, I never will...

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Youtube-Video (c) by mystere1985

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Direkter Link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AYVkIdIPlWA

Schöne traurige Lieder, Vol. 6 - Keane

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Keane - This Is The Last Time

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This is the last time that I will say these words

I remember the first time, the first of many lies

Sweep it into the corner or hide it under the bed

Say these things they go away but they never do

Something I wasn't sure of but I was in the middle of

Something I forget now but I've seen too little of

The last time, you fall on me, for anything you like

Your one last line, you fall on me, for anything you like

And years make everything alright

You fall on me, for anything you like, and I, no I don't mind

This is the last time that I will show my face

One last tender lie and then I'm out of this place

So tread it into the carpet or hide it under the stairs

You say that some things never die, well I try, and I try

Something I wasn't sure of but I was in the middle of

Something I forget now but I've seen too little of

The last time...

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Nachsatz aus der Gegenwart:

Hier befand sich der Originalclip von "This is the last time", der sich nun aber via Youtube nicht mehr embedden lässt. Schade drum. Hier nun ein weniger spektakulärer Clip mit Standbild, aber es geht eh mehr um die Mucke :-)

Schöne traurige Lieder, Vol. 5 - Gary Jules

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Gary Jules - Mad World (by Tears For Fears)

All around me are familiar faces, worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races, going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses, no expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow, no tomorrow, no tomorrow

And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very, very mad world, mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good, happy birthday, happy birthday
And I feel the way that every child should, sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous, no one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson, look right through me, look right through me

And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very, very mad world, mad morld
Enlarging your world... mad world.

Schöne traurige Lieder Vol. 4 - k. d. lang

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k. d. lang - Hallelujah (by Leonard Cohen)

they say there was a secret chord
that david played and it pleased the lord
but you don't really care for music, do you?
it went like this, the fourth, the fifth,
the minor fall, the major lift
the baffled king composes hallelujah

your faith was strong but you needed proof
you saw her bathing on the roof
her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
she tied you to a kitchen chair
she broke your throne, she cut your hair
and from your lips she drew the hallelujah

i have seen this place before
i know these walls, i've walked this floor
i used to live alone before i knew you
i saw your flag on the marble arch,
love is not a victory march
it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah

there was a time you'd let me know
what's real and going on below
but now you never show it to me, do you?
and every time i moved in you,
the holy dark was moving too
and every breath we drew was hallelujah

maybe there's a god above
and all I ever learned from love
was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
it's not a cry you can hear at night
it's not somebody who's seen the light
its a cold and its a broken hallelujah