Songtextbattle xP
und nochwas: ab heute wird sich ein songtextbattle geliefert: wer die meisten texte von joan baez (bob dylan geht auch klar, sie hat ja schließlich soviele von seinen liedern gesungen) hier reinstellt kriegt einen KEKS!
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was für einen?
28.11.2008, 14:31 von ciononostante:-D
@ciononostante einen mit hasch drin.
29.11.2008, 15:20 von Lauratschkanee, den darfst du dir sogar aussuchen, wenn du gewinnst
@Lauratschka hm.... *überleg*
29.11.2008, 17:06 von ciononostanteA Song for David
In my heart I will wait
by the stony gate
and the little one
in my arms will sleep.
Every rising of the moon
makes the years grow late
and the love in our
hearts will keep.
There are friends I will make
and bonds I will break
as the seasons roll by
and we build our own sky.
In my heart I will wait
by the stony gate
and the little one
in my arms will sleep.
And the stars in your sky
are the stars in mine
and both prisoners
of this life are we.
Through the same troubled waters
we carry our time,
you and the convicts and me.
There's a good thing to know
on the outside or in,
to answer not where
but just who I am.
Because the stars in your sky
are the stars in mine
and both prisoners
of this life are we.
And the hills that you know
will remain for you
and the little willow green
will stand firm.
The flowers that we planted
through the seasons past
will all bloom
on the day you return.
To a baby at play
all a mother can say,
he'll return on the wind
to our hearts, and till then
I will sit and I'll wait
by the stony gate
and the little one
'neath the trees will dance.
@ciononostante Diamonds and rust
30.11.2008, 12:55 von LauratschkaWell I'll be damned
Here comes your ghost again
But that's not unusual
It's just that the moon was full
And you happened to call
And here I sit
Hand on the telephone
I'm hearing a voice I know
A couple of light years ago
Heading straight for a fall
As I remember,
Your eyes were bluer than robin's eggs
My poetry was lousy you said
Where are you calling from?
A booth in the mid-west
Ten years ago
I bought you some cuff-links
You bought me something
We both know what memories can bring
They bring diamonds and rust
You burst on the scene
Already a legend
The unwashed phenomenon
The original vagabond
You strayed into my arms
And there you stayed
Temporarily lost at sea
The Madonna was yours for free
The girl on the half-shell
Could keep you unharmed
Now I see you standing with brown leaves falling around
And snow in your hair
Now you're smiling out of the window of that crummy hotel
Over Washington Square
Our breath comes out of white clouds
Mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me
We both could have died then and there
Now you're telling me
You're not nostalgic
Then give me another word for it
You were so good with words
And keeping things vague
'Coz I need some of that vagueness now
It's all coming back too clearly
Yes I loved you dearly
And if you're offering diamonds and rust
I've already paid
@Lauratschka Hab schonmal Kekse gebacken :-D
30.11.2008, 16:37 von ciononostanteBlessed Are...
Blessed are the one-way-ticket holders
on a one way street.
Blessed are the midnight riders
for in the shadow of God they sleep.
Blessed are the huddled hikers
staring out at falling rain,
wondering at the retribution
in their personal acquaintance with pain.
Blessed are the blood relations
of the young ones who have died,
who had not the time or patience
to carry on this earthly ride.
Rain will come and winds will blow,
wild deer die in the mountain snow.
Birds will beat at heaven's wall,
what comes to one must come to us all.
For you and I are one way ticket holders
on a one way street.
which lies across a golden valley
where the waters of joy and hope run deep.
So if you pass the parents weeping
of the young ones who have died,
take them to your warmth and keeping
for blessed are the tears they cried
and many were the years they tried.
Take them to that valley wide
and let their souls be pacified.