tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42900378006141276302024-03-06T02:18:55.653+01:00__Isi***http://www.blogger.com/profile/16124218444592492474noreply@blogger.comBlogger132125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290037800614127630.post-37885513758718147722010-04-14T21:29:00.000+02:002010-04-14T21:32:10.052+02:00more than a feeling pART 10/10I woke up this morning, and the sun was gone<br />I turned on some music to start my day<br />And lost myself in a familiar song<br />I closed my eyes and I slipped away<br /><br />CHORUS<br />It's more than a feeling <i style="font-size: smaller;">(more than a feeling)</i><br />When I hear that old song they used to play<br />And I begin dreaming <i style="font-size: smaller;">(more than a feeling)</i><br />'Til I see Mary Anne walk away<br />I see my Mary Anne walking away<br /><br />So many people have come and gone<br />Their faces fade as the years go by<br />Yet I still recall as I walk along<br />As clear as the sun in the summer sky<br /><br />CHORUS<br />It's more than a feeling <i style="font-size: smaller;">(more than a feeling)</i><br />When I hear that old song they used to play<br />And I begin dreaming <i style="font-size: smaller;">(more than a feeling)</i><br />'Til I see Mary Anne walk away<br />I see my Mary Anne walking away<br /><br />When I'm tired and thinking cold<br />I hide in my music, forget the day<br />And dream of a girl I used to know<br />I closed my eyes and she slipped away<br /><br />She slipped away...<br /><br />CHORUS<br />It's more than a feeling <i style="font-size: smaller;">(more than a feeling)</i><br />When I hear that old song they used to play<br />And I begin dreaming <i style="font-size: smaller;">(more than a feeling)</i><br />'Til I see Mary Anne walk away<br />I see my Mary Anne walking away<br /><br />Somewhere out there,<br />someone's saying a prayer<br />We'll find one another<br />In the great somewhere out there...Isi***http://www.blogger.com/profile/16124218444592492474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290037800614127630.post-5340164747697475752010-04-05T18:41:00.001+02:002010-04-05T18:41:35.888+02:00White Feather 9/10You wanted love, you wanted love but its not what she was thinking of.<br />You step to the left, you step to the the left on your dancing feet, now.<br />Dancing feet, I cant compete now with with your dancing feet.<br /><br />Somebody gotta try and to get to know you,<br />Somebody gottsa try and say its all right now, said its all right now.<br /><br />Dancing feet, I compete now with your dancing feet now.<br />Some people say, they cant compare, when your not over here your there.<br />You see coz girl, she say oh no, another boy would you like to know<br /><br />Somebody gotta try and to get to know now,<br />Somebody gottsa try and say its all right now, that its all right now.<br /><br />She got the white feather,<br />To get you through the night.<br />He got the white feather,<br />To make you feel alright.<br /><br />Dancing feet.<br /><br />Somebody gotta try and to get to know now,<br />Somebody gottsa try and say its all right now, that its all right nowIsi***http://www.blogger.com/profile/16124218444592492474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290037800614127630.post-73433116153569919162010-03-21T15:30:00.001+01:002010-03-22T21:54:36.263+01:00Sunday, bloody sunday pART 8/10<p>I can’t believe the news today<br />Oh, I can’t close my eyes and make it go away<br />How long...<br />How long must we sing this song?<br />How long? how long...</p> <p>’cause tonight...we can be as one<br />Tonight...</p> <p>Broken bottles under children’s feet<br />Bodies strewn across the dead end street<br />But I won’t heed the battle call<br />It puts my back up<br />Puts my back up against the wall</p> <p>Sunday, bloody sunday<br />Sunday, bloody sunday<br />Sunday, bloody sunday <i>(sunday bloody sunday...)</i><br /><b><i>(allright lets go!)</i></b></p> <p>And the battle’s just begun<br />There’s many lost, but tell me who has won<br />The trench is dug within our hearts<br />And mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart</p> <p>Sunday, bloody sunday<br />Sunday, bloody sunday</p> <p>How long...<br />How long must we sing this song?<br />How long? how long...</p> <p>’cause tonight...we can be as one<br />Tonight...<br />Tonight...</p> <p>Sunday, bloody sunday <i>(tonight)</i><br />Tonight<br />Sunday, bloody sunday <i>(tonight)</i><br /><b><i>(come get some!)</i></b></p> <p>Wipe the tears from your eyes<br />Wipe your tears away<br />Wipe your tears away<br />I wipe your tears away<br /><b><i>(sunday, bloody sunday)</i></b><br />I wipe your blood shot eyes<br /><b><i>(sunday, bloody sunday)</i></b></p> <p>Sunday, bloody sunday <i>(sunday, bloody sunday)</i><br />Sunday, bloody sunday <i>(sunday, bloody sunday)</i><br /><b><i>(here I come!)</i></b></p> <p>And it’s true we are immune<br />When fact is fiction and tv reality<br />And today the millions cry<br />We eat and drink while tomorrow they die</p> <p>The real battle yet begun <i>(sunday, bloody sunday)</i><br />To claim the victory jesus won <i>(sunday, bloody sunday)</i><br />On...</p> <p>Sunday bloody sunday<br />Sunday bloody sunday...</p>Isi***http://www.blogger.com/profile/16124218444592492474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290037800614127630.post-86501684760533474382010-03-20T22:52:00.001+01:002010-03-22T21:54:05.188+01:00Watching Over Me pART 7/10I had a friend many years ago<br />One tragic night he died<br />The saddest time of my life<br />For weeks and weeks i cried<br />Through the anger and through the tears<br />I've felt his spirit through the years<br />I'd swear, He's watching me<br />Guiding me through hard times<br /><br />I feel it once again<br />It's overwhelming me<br />His spirits like the wind<br />The angel guarding me<br />Oh, I know, oh, I know<br />He's watching over me<br />Oh, I know, oh, I know<br />He's watching over me<br /><br />We shared dreams like all best friends<br />Blood brothers at the age of ten<br />We lived reckless, he paid the price<br />But why? Why did he have to die?<br />It still hurts me to this day<br />Am I selfish for feeling this way?<br />I know he's an angel now<br />Together we'll be someday<br /><br />I feel it once again<br />It's overwhelming me<br />His spirits like the wind<br />The angel guarding me<br />Oh, I know, oh, I know<br />He's watching over me<br />Oh, I know, oh, I know<br />He's watching over meIsi***http://www.blogger.com/profile/16124218444592492474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290037800614127630.post-35038627772575447122010-03-20T22:48:00.000+01:002010-03-20T22:52:01.808+01:00Dust in the wind pART 6/10<span>I close my eyes<br />Only for a moment and the moment's gone<br />All my dreams<br />Pass before my eyes a curiosity<br /><br />Dust in the wind<br />All they are is dust in the wind<br /><br />Same old song<br />Just a drop of water in an endless sea<br />All we do<br />Crumbles to the ground though we refuse to see<br /><br />Dust in the wind<br />All we are is dust in the wind<br /><br />Now don't hang on<br />Nothing lasts forever but the Earth and Sky<br />It slips away<br />And all your money won't another minute buy<br /><br />Dust in the wind<br />All we are is dust in the wind<br />All we are is dust in the wind<br />Dust in the wind<br />Everything is dust in the wind<br />Everything is dust in the wind</span>Isi***http://www.blogger.com/profile/16124218444592492474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290037800614127630.post-84839494294779592682010-03-16T20:23:00.001+01:002010-03-16T20:36:46.810+01:00Deportee pART 5/10The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting<br />The oranges are piled in their cresote dumps<br />They're flying you back to the Mexico border<br />To pay all your money to wade back again<br /><br />My father's own father, he wanted that river<br />They took all the money he made in his life<br />My brothers and sisters come working the fruit trees<br />And they rode the truck till they took down and died<br /><br />CHORUS<br />Good-bye to my Juan, good-bye Rosalita<br />Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maris<br />You won't have a name when you ride the big air-plane<br />And all they will call you will be deportees.<br /><br />Some of us are illega, and others not wanted<br />Our work contract's out and we have to move on<br />But it's six hundred miles to that Mexican border<br />They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like theives.<br /><br />We died in your hills, we died in your deserts<br />We died in your valleys and died on your plains<br />We died 'neath your trees and we died in your bushes<br />Both sides of the river, we died just the same.<br /><br />CHORUS<br /><br />A sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos canyon<br />Like a fireball of lightning, it shook all our hills<br />Who are all these friends, all scattered like dry leaves?<br />The radio says they are just deportees.<br /><br />Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards?<br />Is this the best way we can grow our good fruit?<br />To fall like dry leaves to rot on my topsoil<br />And be called by no name except deportees?Isi***http://www.blogger.com/profile/16124218444592492474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290037800614127630.post-65152763743701660532010-03-15T19:21:00.001+01:002010-03-15T19:21:53.554+01:00Beneath the Surface pART 4/10Degrade me, my purpose<br />Bury me beneath the surface<br /><br />I'm scratching, I'm clawing<br />Trying hard to make them pay<br /><br />Can't stand me, beside me<br />Kid you not, your kiss sure killed me<br /><br />The cold of my barrel<br />Never sees the light of day<br /><br />Call me, call me, you could only hurt the story<br />Call me, call me, I'll be there to shine a light<br /><br />The smell on the speakers<br />Sweaty ballroom dancing fever<br /><br />They gather in numbers<br />Ever for a closer view<br /><br />The cease fire the weaker<br />Hair so red I couldn't keep her<br /><br />The dogs hound the neighbours<br />Everything was blown away<br /><br />Call me, call me, you could only hurt the story<br />Call me, call me, I'll be there to shine a light<br /><br />Machine, machines, point me to the nearest party<br />You'll see, you'll see, baby it's the only way<br /><br />Call me, call me, you could only<br />Call me, call me, I'll be there<br /><br />Machines, machines, point me to the nearest partyIsi***http://www.blogger.com/profile/16124218444592492474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290037800614127630.post-59894814010637433312010-03-13T14:30:00.001+01:002010-03-13T14:31:41.137+01:00Alcoba Azul pART 3/10<span>La noche irá sin prisa de nostalgia. Habrá de ser un tango nuestra herida. Un acordeón sangriento, nuestas almas. Seremos esta noche todo el día. Vuelve a mí. Αmame sin luz en nuestra alcoba azul! Donde no hubo sol para nosotros! Ciégame! Mata mi corazón en nuestra alcoba azul! Mi amor!</span>Isi***http://www.blogger.com/profile/16124218444592492474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290037800614127630.post-75563811950916054762010-03-12T19:30:00.000+01:002010-03-12T19:31:12.476+01:00Here comes the sun pART 2/10Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,<br />and I say it's all right<br /><br />Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter<br />Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here<br />Here comes the sun, here comes the sun<br />and I say it's all right<br /><br />Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces<br />Little darling, it seems like years since it's been here<br />Here comes the sun, here comes the sun<br />and I say it's all right<br /><br />Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...<br />Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...<br />Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...<br />Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...<br />Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...<br /><br />Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting<br />Little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear<br />Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,<br />and I say it's all right<br />It's all rightIsi***http://www.blogger.com/profile/16124218444592492474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290037800614127630.post-24101468931322116932010-03-10T20:51:00.002+01:002010-03-10T20:55:00.126+01:00Percussion Gun pART 1/10Lieder die mir viel bedeuten!!<br /><br /><br /><pre>Well how do you do?<br />The kiss on the cheek<br />Its been a while<br />So Ill just beg, borrow<br />and steal all your time<br />well crawl dignified<br />And now it seems to be caught in drags<br />Cause I know which way to run<br />You're tired my love<br />I feel the same<br /><br />Well take it from me<br />What else could you do?<br />Where do you get off<br />And how can I get there, too?<br />All your time well call well dignify<br />And now it seems to be caught in drags<br />So I know its what you want<br />You're tired my love<br />I feel the same<br /><br />You''ll never come back<br />My god cant you see that<br />I know its way too wrong<br />Youre tired my love<br />I feel the same<br />So let them run and speak my name<br /><br />Well if you wanna seee you rise and shine<br />It might not be true but this is fine<br />Cause I know its way too wrong<br />Youre tired my love<br />I feel the same<br />So let them run and speak my name<br />Now even this were jumping ship<br />This is getting to be to much<br />Cause I ..</pre>Isi***http://www.blogger.com/profile/16124218444592492474noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290037800614127630.post-70379159237888580882009-12-04T19:42:00.002+01:002009-12-04T19:49:01.531+01:00Bild 01<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeq4eF2manj2T0SJ-Z6lFYeKTp6HG7VR8u21XrPJG_gq8Bp7ljps_RHC592zTmUEI7KJqBR4_9OMAEHsS4LUAjWHM7UFnrcZd53glsCGykPub2iVYqCom4d3I_oHPGAvlvtHo-72k6VAs/s1600-h/Frida-Kahlo-Frida-Kahlo---a-black---white-portrait-15007.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeq4eF2manj2T0SJ-Z6lFYeKTp6HG7VR8u21XrPJG_gq8Bp7ljps_RHC592zTmUEI7KJqBR4_9OMAEHsS4LUAjWHM7UFnrcZd53glsCGykPub2iVYqCom4d3I_oHPGAvlvtHo-72k6VAs/s320/Frida-Kahlo-Frida-Kahlo---a-black---white-portrait-15007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411453489408739026" border="0" /></a><br />Ich hab diese Bilderreihe mit Frida begonnen und will sie auch mit ihr beenden!!<br /><br /> te quiero Friduga!Isi***http://www.blogger.com/profile/16124218444592492474noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290037800614127630.post-2195141443165803052009-12-04T19:40:00.001+01:002009-12-04T19:41:24.078+01:00Bild 02<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-7kV-8sot65PizDm8-Ww8UwCOHBhaC_HSRMm5BfKsmDu4qOTH3cv0v4a5YVl6UIPhGKDsri1yHouZmoj4J1nA4At5UpQLy0WibgT2qWekwvl_niMl6gvTWZvTylzQA8CrJCzGHYwEzIM/s1600-h/viele+Huete.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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