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Heul doch !

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So funktioniert Pop heute

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5 songs to play at your funeral (2)

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Ich wähle:
  • Vide Cor Meum
  • Michelle Branch - Goodbye To You
  • The Corrs - Everybody Hurts
  • Such A Surge - Augenblick
  • Apocalyptica - Farewell

Affenmusik / Ape-Music

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Grandprix 2008

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Und wo Schnappis und Schnuffels die Charts anführen, sollte man besser nicht mit Kulturkritik argumentieren.

*muahahahaha* lol

Ich weiß ja noch nicht, ob ich mir den Grandprix dieses Jahr geben werde oder ob ich endlich mal wieder in meine Lieblingsdisco gehen soll.
Hach, ich bin so unentschlossen. worried

Mögt ihr Country ? / Do you like Country Music ?

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In the Air Tonight

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I've been waiting for this moment, my life, Oh Lord
Can you feel it coming in the air tonight, Oh Lord, Oh Lord

Well, if you told me you were drowning
I would not lend a hand
I've seen your face before my friend
But I don't know if you know who I am
Well, I was there and I saw what you did
I saw it with my own two eyes
So you can wipe off the grin, I know where you've been
It's all been a pack of lies

I can feel it coming in the air tonight, Oh Lord
I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, Oh Lord
Can you feel it coming in the air tonight, Oh Lord
I can feel it coming in the air tonight, Oh Lord, Oh Lord

Well I remember, I remember don't worry
How could I ever forget, it's the first time, the last time we ever met
But I know the reason why you keep your silence up, no you don't fool me
The hurt doesn't show; but the pain still grows
It's no stranger to you or me

I can feel it coming in the air tonight, Oh Lord
I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, Oh Lord
Can you feel it coming in the air tonight, Oh Lord
I can feel it coming in the air tonight, Oh Lord

I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, Oh Lord...



Full Blown Rose - In the Air Tonight

K's Choice - Not An Addict

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Breathe it in and breathe it out And pass it on, it's almost out We're so creative, so much more We're high above but on the floor It's not a habit, it's cool, I feel alive If you don't have it you're on the other side The deeper you stick it in your vein The deeper the thoughts, there's no more pain I'm in heaven, I'm a god I'm everywhere, I feel so hot It's not a habit, it's cool, I feel alive If you don't have it you're on the other side I'm not an addict (maybe that's a lie) It's over now, I'm cold, alone
I'm just a person on my own
Nothing means a thing to me
(Nothing means a thing to me)
It's not a habit, it's cool, I feel alive If you don't have it you're on the other side I'm not an addict (maybe that's a lie) Free me, leave me Watch me as I'm going down Free me, see me Look at me, I'm falling and I'm falling. It is not a habit, it is cool I feel alive I feel... It is not a habit, it is cool I feel alive It's not a habit, it's cool, I feel alive If you don't have it you're on the other side I'm not an addict (maybe that's a lie) I'm not an addict...


K's Choice - Not An Addict

Weird Al Yankovic - The Night Santa Went Crazy

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Down in the workshop all the elves were makin' toys
For the good Gentile girls and the good Gentile boys
When the boss busted in, nearly scared 'em half to death
Had a rifle in his hands and cheap whiskey on his breath
From his beard to his boots he was covered with ammo
Like a big fat drunk disgruntled Yuletide Rambo
And he smiled as he said with a twinkle in his eye,
"Merry Christmas to all - now you're all gonna die!"

The night Santa went crazy
The night St. Nick went insane
Realized he'd been gettin' a raw deal
Something finally must have snapped in his brain

Well, the workshop is gone now, he decided to bomb it
Everywhere you'll find pieces of Cupid and Comet
And he tied up his helpers and he held the elves hostage
And he ground up poor Rudolph into reindeer sausage
He got Dancer and Prancer with an old German Luger
And he slashed up Dasher just like Freddy Krueger
And he picked up a flamethrower and he barbequed Blitzen
And he took a big bite and said, "It tastes just like chicken!"

The night Santa went crazy
The night Kris Kringle went nuts
Now you can't hardly walk around the North Pole
Without steppin' in reindeer guts

There's the National Guard and the F.B.I.
There's a van from the Eyewitness News
And helicopters circlin' 'round in the sky
And the bullets are flyin', the body count's risin'
And everyone's dyin' to know, oh Santa, why?
My my my my my my
You used to be such a jolly guy

Yes, Virginia, now Santa's doin' time
In a federal prison for his infamous crime
Hey, little friend, now don't you cry no more tears
He'll be out with good behavior in 700 more years
But now Vixen's in therapy and Donner's still nervous
And the elves all got jobs working for the postal service
And they say Mrs. Clause, she's on the phone every night
With her lawyer negotiating the movie rights

They're talkin' bout - the night Santa went crazy
The night St. Nicholas flipped
Broke his back for some milk and cookies
Sounds to me like he was tired of gettin' gypped

Wo, the night Santa went crazy
The night St. Nick went insane
Realized he's gettin' a raw deal
Something finally must have snapped in his brain
Wo, something finally must have snapped in his brain
Tell ya, something finally must have snapped... in his brain



Weird Al Yankovic - The Night Santa Went Crazy

Staub

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Am Abend wenn die Glocken Frieden läuten
Folg ich der Vögel wundervollen Flügen
Die lang geschart gleich frommen Pilgerzügen
Entschwinden in den herbstlich klaren Weiten

Da macht ein Hauch mich von Verfall erzittern
Die Amsel klagt in den entlaubten Zweigen
Es schwankt der rote Wein an rost'gen Gittern

Indes wie blasser Kinder Todesreigen
Um dunkle Brunnenränder die verwittern
Im Wind sich fröstelnd blaue Astern neigen


Hinwandelnd durch den Dämmervollen Garten
Träum ich nach ihren helleren Geschicken
Und fühl der Stunden Weiser kaum mehr rücken
So folg ich über Wolken ihren Fahrten

Da macht ein Hauch mich von Verfall erzittern
Die Amsel klagt in den entlaubten Zweigen
Es schwankt der rote Wein an rost'gen Gittern

Indes wie blasser Kinder Todesreigen
Um dunkle Brunnenränder die verwittern
Im Wind sich fröstelnd blaue Astern neigen



Das Ich - Staub