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There’s no good in your eyes anymore
And it makes you want to drive home, drunk and alone
Curse the faces in the wheat
Drown yourself in the gold because you can’t let it go
Makes you almost miss the smell of smoke in your clothes
And it makes you want to wear the wool
It’s that need like nothing else
You bullshit with the best and wait for what’s perfect
You bitch and moan more than most about
Where you think your life will take you
But you know that’s no sort of pretending
I guess it’s the things that I don’t say,
We’re just pretending
There’s no good in your eyes anymore
Nothing is worse than doing nothing,
And I know, well, who’s hiding it?
Who the hell is hiding it?
But you can’t stay angry forever,
And I know, but you can’t stay angry forever, or so I’m told.
But the house gets so quiet
Sitting here wishing for just an hour or two, alone with you
Well, it’s always too personal,
Always too close to comment
They all mention how tired you look
And you realize you haven’t said a word in hours
Well, who’s hiding it?
Who the hell is hiding it?
I guess it’s the things that I don’t say.

[Lament:]
"Time's fingers claw, I am losing hold”. They say: “There is no hope for you on earth.
Time either still or maybe rushing ... - In any case it will always turn out worse ..."
Time is fleeting, time stands still, it stops for no-one and you are trapped within.
But I do dream of the light – You’re only falling back into the left-hand side ...

[Résumé:]
"How I wish that I was dead and rest in final peace ...
But even the luxury of death can't cure the wounds that time cannot heal ..."

nilolium hat geschrieben:wie oft setzt ihr euch eigentlich (bei nicht-deutschen songs) bewusst mit den texten auseinander?

Im zarten Blau des Morgens
nehm ich dich in meine Arme.
Ich lass Dich nicht mehr gehn,
wieder bleibt der Zeiger stehen.
Komm,oh Tod,du Schlafes Bruder,
klopfe nicht,tritt gleich herein.
Dein Lächeln grämt uns nicht,
denn niemals waren wir allein. ´

Ein Wort:Du kennst mich.
Ein Kuss:Du schmeckst mich.
Ein Blick:Du liebst mich
Wie das Salz,dem Meer verbunden.

I'm borderline happy, and I'm borderline sad
I'm borderline good and I'm borderline bad
And I can't get rid of this tingling fear
You'd sort me out if my head gets clear
I live my life in shackles, but I'm borderline free
I used to be blind and I still can't see
And I won't get around to a change of mind
As long as nobody breaks my stride

nilolium hat geschrieben:wie oft setzt ihr euch eigentlich (bei nicht-deutschen songs) bewusst mit den texten auseinander?
ich mache das eher selten, meistens kommts für mich dann auf die atmosphäre an, die ein song vermittelt. holts mich ab, dann erst setze ich mich intensiver mit den lyrics auseinander.

Mondgesicht hat geschrieben:

nilolium hat geschrieben:wie oft setzt ihr euch eigentlich (bei nicht-deutschen songs) bewusst mit den texten auseinander?
ich mache das eher selten, meistens kommts für mich dann auf die atmosphäre an, die ein song vermittelt. holts mich ab, dann erst setze ich mich intensiver mit den lyrics auseinander.

Sehr gute Frage! Deine Antwort konnte ich auch so für mich übernehmen. Bestes Beispiel sind da für mich refused und La Dispute: zugegeben habe ich da anfangs auch echt wenig verstanden durch die Betonung/das Geschrei aber irgendwie vertieft sich meine Zuneigung zu diesen Bands (oder allgemein) immer noch, wenn ich dann feststelle, dass da noch deutlich mehr hinter steckt, als nur die instrumentale Atmosphäre.
Kann aber auch dann genau andersrum sein. Beispiel dafür sind Muse.

You in the living room
You on a Tuesday afternoon
A breeze seen when the curtains move

You by the window with both feet up on the couch
Where you sit and you read and I watch you

From the office the sunlight frames your silhouette
I think of lighting fireworks, I think of pirouettes
I idly write down observations on the scene
Like do the blueprints name the rooms alone?
Do we name them on our own?
We hardly live in there

You with a book propped on your knees
A breeze seen in your coffee steam

I’m in the office thinking back to rules of poetry
It’s fourteen lines, the last two rhyme, what does pentameter mean?

You in the living room
Legs bent at forty-five degrees

I write AB AB, try to find your rhyme scheme
I look for objects on the desk with which to sculpt your image best
What would I name this could I paint it “Woman (reading)?” “Girl (at rest)?”

I remember it so well watching you shifting your weight, turning the page, I can see it all there
Inside a living room where only I live and never go in
A role in name alone

And I pause where I am for a second when I hear your name
Sometimes I think I see your face in improbable places
Do those moments replay for you?
When I’m suddenly there and then won’t go away
When you’re sitting in the living room reading for the afternoon
Do you put your book down look and try to find me there?

Sometimes I think of all the people who lived here before us
How the spaces in the memories you make change the room from just blueprints
To the place where you live

When you leave here
When you go from a home
You take all that you own but the memories echo

On hardwood floor in the living room
Tore the carpet the scratches below that we found
And the wine stain on the couch
We got drunk and decided we’d still try to move it around
And I can’t tell what the difference is between the ones that we made and the ones that we didn’t make
They all conjure images still
Where you sit and you read in the sunlight aware that I watch

And I live alone now
Save for the echoes

I live alone now
Save for the echoes

Mondgesicht hat geschrieben:

nilolium hat geschrieben:wie oft setzt ihr euch eigentlich (bei nicht-deutschen songs) bewusst mit den texten auseinander?
ich mache das eher selten, meistens kommts für mich dann auf die atmosphäre an, die ein song vermittelt. holts mich ab, dann erst setze ich mich intensiver mit den lyrics auseinander.

Sehr gute Frage! Deine Antwort konnte ich auch so für mich übernehmen. Bestes Beispiel sind da für mich refused und La Dispute: zugegeben habe ich da anfangs auch echt wenig verstanden durch die Betonung/das Geschrei aber irgendwie vertieft sich meine Zuneigung zu diesen Bands (oder allgemein) immer noch, wenn ich dann feststelle, dass da noch deutlich mehr hinter steckt, als nur die instrumentale Atmosphäre.
Kann aber auch dann genau andersrum sein. Beispiel dafür sind Muse.

My mother lost her mother twice
Once in ’54, then later in life
The exchange was quick and quiet
The records sealed, the names made private
Her search began and ended with a judge
Her papers had been claimed in a freak basement flood
An entire family tree
An eternal privacy

I’m no martyr
I’m no martyr
I’m just
Afraid to see my heroes age
I am afraid of disintegration
If you’re not here, I cannot be here for you
If you’re not here, I cannot be alone
Mother, father
I’m underwater
Underwater
Underwater

The king's crossing was the main attraction
Dominos are falling in a chain reaction
The scraping subject ruled by fear told me
Whiskey works better than beer

The judge is on vinyl, decisions are final
And nobody gets a reprieve
And every wave is tidal
If you hang around
You're going to get wet

I can't prepare for death any more than I already have
All you can do now is watch the shells
The game looks easy, that's why it sells
Frustrated fireworks inside your head
Are going to stand and deliver talk instead
The method acting that pays my bills
Keeps the fat man feeding in Beverly Hills
I got a heavy metal mouth that hurls obscenity
And I get my check from the trash treasury
Because I took my own insides out

It don't matter because I have no sex life
All I want to do now is inject my ex-wife
I've seen the movie
And I know what happens

It's Christmas time
And the needles on the tree
A skinny Santa is bringing something to me
His voice is overwhelming
But his speech is slurred
And I only understand every other word
Open your parachute and grab your gun
Falling down like an omen, a setting sun
Read the part and we turn out fine
It's a hell of a role if you can keep it alive
But I don't care if I fuck up
I'm going on a date
With a rich white lady
Ain't life great?

Give me one good reason not to do it
(Because we love you)
So I do it

This is the place where time reverses
Dead men talk to all the pretty nurses
Instruments shine on a silver tray
Don't let me get carried away
Don't let me get carried away
Don't let me be carried away

My city's still breathing, but barely, it's true
Through buildings gone missing like teeth
The sidewalks are watching me think about you
Sparkled with broken glass

I'm back with scars to show
Back with the streets I know
Will never take me anywhere but here

The stain in the carpet, this drink in my hand
The strangers whose faces I know
We meet here for our dress rehearsal to say
I wanted it this way

Wait for the year to drown
Spring forward, fall back down
I'm trying not to wonder where you are

All this time
Lingers, undefined
Someone choose
Who's left and who's leaving

Memory will rust and erode into lists
Of all that you gave me
A blanket, some matches, this pain in my chest
The best parts of lonely

Duct-tape and soldered wires
New words for old desires
And every birthday card I threw away

I wait in 4/4 time
Count yellow highway lines
That you're relying on to lead you home

tOmAtE hat geschrieben:Songtexte sind unnötig und prätentiöse Kackscheiße und wer meint was zu sagen zu haben soll ein Gedicht schreiben oder ein Hörbuch aufnehmen.

Wie sie lacht, daß man glaubt, eine Perlenkette reißt
Und tanzt auf Parkett, Eschers Wendeltreppen gleich