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Scorpions:

Wind Of Change :


I follow the Moskva
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change
In August summer night
Soldiers passing by
Listening to the wind of change


The world is closing in
And did you ever think
That we could be so close, like brothers
The future's in the air
I can feel it everywhere
Blowing with the wind of change


Take me to the magic of the moment on a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
in the wind of change


Walking down the street
Distant memories
Are buried in the past forever
I follow the Moskva
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change


Take me to the magic of the momentt on a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams
With you and me
Take me to the magic of the moment on a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
in the wind of change


The wind of change
Blows straight into the face of time
Like a stormwind that will ring the freedom bell
For peace of mind
Let your balalaika sing
What my guitar wants to say


Take me to the magic of the moment on a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams
With you and me
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
in the wind of change



Placebo:


Follow The Cops Back Home


The call to arms was never true
Time to abide here to you
I'll tell you stories bruised and blue
With drum machines and landslides

Just one more round before were through
More psychedelic yuppie flew
It's such a silly thing to do
Now we're stuck on rewind

Let's follow the cops back home
Follow the cops back home
Let's follow the cops back home
And rob their houses


The call to arms was never true
Let's take a ride and push it threw
Suspended animation room
Blame it on the hard tide


Let's spend the night at Jimmy Chos
I'll give you coats and cheap shampoo
I'll give you nothing else to do
Now we're stuck on rewind


Let's follow the cops back home
Follow the cops back home
Let's follow the cops back home
And rob their houses

Let's follow the cops back home
Follow the cops back home
Let's follow the cops back home
And rob their houses


The call to arms was never true
I’m medicated how are you?
Let's take a dive, swim right threw
Sophisticated point of view


Let's follow the cops back home
Follow the cops back home
Let's follow the cops back home
And rob their houses


Let's follow the cops back home
Follow the cops back home
Let's follow the cops back home
And rob their houses


Song To Say Goodbye


You are one of god's mistakes.
You crying, tragic waste of skin.
I'm well aware of how it aches.
And you still won't let me in.
Now I'm breaking down your door,
To try and save your swollen face.
Though I don't like you anymore
You lying, trying waste of space.


My oh my.
A song to say goodbye.
A song to say goodbye
A song to say goodbye,
A song to say,
Before our innocence was lost
You were always one of those blessed lucky sevens,
And the voice that made me cry.
My oh my.


You were Mother Nature's son.
Someone to whom I could relate.
Your needle and your damage done,
Remains a sordid twist of fate,
Now I'm trying to wake you up,
To pull you from the liquid sky.
Cause if I don't we'll both end up with just your songs
that say goodbye.


My oh my.
A song to say goodbye,
A song to say goodbye,
A song to say,
Before our innocence was lost, you were always one of
those blessed lucky sevens,
And a voice that made me cry.
It's a song to say goodbye



Linkin Park:

Breaking The Habit


memories consume
like opening the wound
I'm picking me apart again
you all assume
I'm safe here in my room
[unless I try to start again]


I don't want to be the one
the battles always choose
'cause inside I realize
that I'm the one confused


I don't know what's worth fighting for
or why I have to scream
I don't know why I instigate
and say what I don't mean
I don't know how I got this way
I know it's not alright so
I'm breaking the habit (2x) tonight


clutching my cure
I tightly lock the door
I try to catch my breath again
i hurt much more
than anytime before
I had no options left again


I don't want to be the one
the battles always choose
'cause inside I realize
that I'm the one confused


I don't know what's worth fighting for
or why I have to scream
I don't know why I instigate
and say what I don't mean
I don't know how I got this way
I'm never be alright so
I'm breaking the habit (2x) tonight


I'll paint it on the walls
'cause I'm the one at fault
I'll never fight again
and this is how it ends


I don't know what's worth fighting for
or why I have to scream
but now I have some clarity
to show you what I mean
I don't know how I got this way
I'll never be alright so
I'm breaking the habit (3x) tonight



Green Day:

Jesus Of Suburbia
Part I


I'm the son of rage and love
The Jesus of suburbia
From the bible of none of the above
On a steady diet of soda pop and Ritalin
No one ever died for my sins in hell
As far as I can tell


At least the ones I got away with
But there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That doesn't believe that don't believe in me
Get my television fix sitting on my crucifix
The living in my private womb
While the moms and brads are away
To fall in love and fall in debt
To alcohol and cigarettes and marey Jane
To keep me insane and doing someone else's cocaine


Part II: City of the damned


At the center of the earth
In the parking lot
Of the 7-11 were I was taught
The motto was just a lie
It says home is were your heart is
But what a shame
Cause everyone's heart
Doesn't beat the same
We're beating out of time
City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Sign misleading to nowhere
city of the damned
lost children with there dirty faces today
no one really seem s to care
I read the graffiti
In the bathroom stall
Like the holy scriptures of a shopping mall
And so it seemed to confess
It didn't say much
But it only confirmed that
The center of the earth
Is the end of the world
And I could really care less


Part III: I don't care


I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't care x5


Everyone is so full of shit
Burn and raised by hipocrits
Hearts recycled but never saved
From the cradle to the grave
We are the kids of war and peace
From Anaheim to the middle east
We are the stories and disciples
Of the Jesus of suburbia
Land of make believe
And it don't believe in me
Land of make believe
And I don't believe
And I don't care!


Part IV: Dearly beloved


Dearly beloved are you listening?
I cant remember a word that you were saying
Are we demented or are we disturbed?
The space that's in between insane and insecure
Oh therapy, can you please fill the void?
Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed
Nobody's perfect and I stand accused
For lack of a better word, and that's my beat excuse


Part V: Tales of another broken home


To live and not to breathe
Is to die In tragedy
To run, to run away
To find what you believe
And what I left behind
This hurricane of fucking lies
I lost my faith to this
This town that don't exist


So I run
I run awy


To the light of masochist
And I leave behind
This hurricane of fucking lies
And I walked this line
A million and one fucking times
But not this time


I don't feel any shame
I wont apologize


When there ain't nowhere you can go
Running away from pain
When you've been victimized
Tales from another broken home


American Idiot


Don't wanna be an American idiot.
Don't want a nation under the new media.
And can you hear the sound of hysteria?
The subliminal mind-fuck America.


Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the idiot nation.
Where everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones who're meant to follow.
For thats enough to argue.


Well maybe I'm the faggot America.
I'm not a part of a redneck agenda.
Now everybody do the propaganda.
And sing along in the age of paranoia.


Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the idiot nation.
Where everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones who're meant to follow.
For thats enough to argue.


Don't wanna be an American idiot.
One nation controlled by the media.
Information Age of hysteria.
It's going out to idiot America.


Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the idiot nation.
Where everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones who're meant to follow.
For thats enough to argue.


Boulevard Of Broken Dreams


I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But it's home to me and I walk alone


I walk this empty street
On the boulevard of broken dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and
I walk alone. I walk alone. I walk alone.
I walk alone. I walk up.


My shadow`s the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart`s the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone

aha aha aha aaha
aha aha aha


I'm walking down the line
That divides me somewhere in my mind
On the borderline of the edge
And where I walk alone


Read between the lines of what's
Fucked up and everything`s alright
Check my vital signs to know I'm still alive
And I walk alone. I walk alone. I walk alone.
I walk alone. I walk up.


My shadow`s the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart`s the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone


aha aha aha aha aha aha
I walk alone I walk up


I walk this empty street
On the boulevard of broken dreams
When the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk up


My shadow`s the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart`s the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone




Die toten Hosen:

Bonny und Clyde


Wir sind uns vorher nie begegnet
doch ich hab dich schon lang vermißt
auch wenn ich dich zum ersten Mal hier treff
ich wußte immer, wie du aussiehst
mit dir will ich die Pferde stehlen, die uns im Wege sind
ich geh mit dir durch dick und dünn
bis an das Ende dieser Welt


Leg deinen Kopf an meine Schulter
es ist schön, ihn da zu spüren
und wir spielen Bonnie und Clyde
komm, wir klauen uns ein Auto
ich fahr dich damit rum
und wir spielen Bonnie und Clyde


Was wir zum Leben brauchen
werden wir uns schon irgendwie holen
wir rauben ein paar Banken aus oder einen Geldtransport
wir schießen 2, 3, 4, 5 Bullen um
wenn es nicht mehr anders geht
jeder weiß genau, was er da tut
wenn er uns aufhalten will


Leg deinen Kopf an meine Schulter
es ist schön, ihn da zu spüren
und wir spielen Bonnie und Clyde
auch wenn uns die ganze Welt verfolgt
wir kümmern uns nicht drum
denn wir sind Bonnie und Clyde


Wenn uns der Boden unter den Füßen brennt
machen wir uns aus dem Staub
in den Bergen hängen wir alle ab, die etwas von uns wollen
lebendig kriegen sie uns nie, egal wieviel es sind
Tod oder Freiheit soll auf unserm Grabstein stehen


Leg deinen Kopf an meine Schulter
es ist schön, ihn da zu spüren
und wir spielen Bonnie und Clyde
komm wir bomben uns durchs Leben und öffnen jede Tür
denn wir sind Bonnie und Clyde


Leg deinen Kopf an meine Schulter
es ist schön, ihn da zu spüren
und wir spielen Bonnie und Clyde
unsre Liebe soll eine Sprengsatz sein
der ständig explodiert
Du bist Bonnie ich bin Clyde






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