<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153</id><updated>2011-04-22T00:12:03.707Z</updated><title type='text'>www.wehleidig</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-5030286250487779698</id><published>2008-07-01T14:44:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-07-01T14:44:55.227Z</updated><title type='text'>The Kooks - Ooh la</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P8DRxQATErY&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P8DRxQATErY&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In their eyes is the place that you finally discovered&lt;br /&gt;That you love it here, you've got to stay&lt;br /&gt;On the bottom of the rock, an island&lt;br /&gt;On which you find you love it when you twitch&lt;br /&gt;You feel that itch in you pettycoat&lt;br /&gt;Your pretty pretty pettycoat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you smiled, he got wild&lt;br /&gt;You didn't understand that there's money to be made&lt;br /&gt;Beauty is a card that must get played&lt;br /&gt;By organisation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ooh la, she was such a good girl to me&lt;br /&gt;And ooh la, the world just chewed her up, and spat her out&lt;br /&gt;And ooh la, she was such a good girl to me&lt;br /&gt;And ooh la, the world just chewed her up, and spat her out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world can be a very big place&lt;br /&gt;So be yourself don't get out of place&lt;br /&gt;Love your man and love him twice&lt;br /&gt;Go to Hollywood and pay the price&lt;br /&gt;Oh go to Hollywood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't be a star, it's such a drag&lt;br /&gt;Take care of yourself, don't begin to lag&lt;br /&gt;It's a hard life to live, so live it well&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your friend and not in pretend&lt;br /&gt;I know you girl&lt;br /&gt;In all situations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ooh la, she was such a good girl to me&lt;br /&gt;And ooh la, the world just chewed her up, and spat her out&lt;br /&gt;And ooh la, she was such a good girl to me&lt;br /&gt;And ooh la, the world just chewed her up, and spat her out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty&lt;br /&gt;Pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pettycoat&lt;br /&gt;Pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty&lt;br /&gt;Pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pettycoat&lt;br /&gt;In all situations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ooh la, she was such a good girl to me&lt;br /&gt;And ooh la, the world just chewed her up, and spat her out&lt;br /&gt;And ooh la, she was such a good girl to me&lt;br /&gt;And ooh la, the world just chewed her up, and spat her out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-5030286250487779698?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/5030286250487779698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/5030286250487779698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2008/07/kooks-ooh-la.html' title='The Kooks - Ooh la'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-5564630746979743517</id><published>2008-05-28T19:20:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-05-28T19:22:19.590Z</updated><title type='text'>Underworld - Born Slippy</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K7Pts7AljZQ&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K7Pts7AljZQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Born Slippy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drive boy dog boy&lt;br /&gt;Dirty numb angel boy&lt;br /&gt;In the doorway boy&lt;br /&gt;She was a lipstick boy&lt;br /&gt;She was a beautiful boy&lt;br /&gt;And tears boy&lt;br /&gt;And all in your innerspace boy&lt;br /&gt;You had&lt;br /&gt;hands girl boy&lt;br /&gt;and steel boy&lt;br /&gt;You had chemicals boy&lt;br /&gt;I've grown so close to you&lt;br /&gt;Boy and you just groan boy&lt;br /&gt;She said comeover comeover&lt;br /&gt;She smiled at you boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drive boy dog boy&lt;br /&gt;Dirty numb angel boy&lt;br /&gt;In the doorway boy&lt;br /&gt;She was a lipstick boy&lt;br /&gt;She was a beautiful boy&lt;br /&gt;And tears boy&lt;br /&gt;And all in your innerspace boy&lt;br /&gt;You had&lt;br /&gt;hands girl boy&lt;br /&gt;and steel boy&lt;br /&gt;You had chemicals boy&lt;br /&gt;I've grown so close to you&lt;br /&gt;Boy and you just groan boy&lt;br /&gt;She said comeover comeover&lt;br /&gt;She smiled at you boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let your feelings slip boy&lt;br /&gt;But never your mask boy&lt;br /&gt;Random blonde bio high density rhythm&lt;br /&gt;Blonde boy blonde country blonde high density&lt;br /&gt;You are my drug boy&lt;br /&gt;You're real boy&lt;br /&gt;Speak to me and boy dog&lt;br /&gt;Dirty numb cracking boy&lt;br /&gt;You get wet boy&lt;br /&gt;Big big time boy&lt;br /&gt;Acid bear boy&lt;br /&gt;Babes and babes and babes and babes and babes&lt;br /&gt;And remembering nothing boy&lt;br /&gt;You like my tin horn boy and get&lt;br /&gt;Wet like an angel&lt;br /&gt;Derail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got a velvet mouth&lt;br /&gt;You're so succulent and beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Shimmering and dirty&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful and hot times&lt;br /&gt;On your telephone line&lt;br /&gt;And god and everything&lt;br /&gt;On your telephone&lt;br /&gt;And in walk an angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And look at me your mom&lt;br /&gt;Squatting pissed in a tube-&lt;br /&gt;hole at Tottenham Court Road&lt;br /&gt;I just come out of the ship&lt;br /&gt;Talking to the most&lt;br /&gt;Blonde I ever met&lt;br /&gt;Shouting&lt;br /&gt;Lager lager lager lager&lt;br /&gt;Shouting&lt;br /&gt;Lager lager lager lager&lt;br /&gt;Shouting...&lt;br /&gt;Lager lager lager&lt;br /&gt;Shouting&lt;br /&gt;Mega mega white thing&lt;br /&gt;Mega mega white thing&lt;br /&gt;Mega mega white thing&lt;br /&gt;Mega mega&lt;br /&gt;Shouting lager lager lager lager&lt;br /&gt;Mega mega white thing&lt;br /&gt;Mega mega white thing&lt;br /&gt;So many things to see and do&lt;br /&gt;In the tube hole true&lt;br /&gt;Blonde going back to Romford&lt;br /&gt;Mega mega mega going back to Romford&lt;br /&gt;Hi mom are you having fun&lt;br /&gt;And now are you on your way&lt;br /&gt;To a new tension&lt;br /&gt;headache&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-5564630746979743517?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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jam&lt;br /&gt;Pump it pump it pump it pump it, Yo!&lt;br /&gt;Pump up the jam&lt;br /&gt;A pump up the jam&lt;br /&gt;Pump up the jam&lt;br /&gt;Pump it up a pump it pump it pump it&lt;br /&gt;Pump up the jam&lt;br /&gt;Pump up the jam&lt;br /&gt;Pump up the jam&lt;br /&gt;Pump it pump it pump it pump it pump&lt;br /&gt;Pump up the jam&lt;br /&gt;Pump it up&lt;br /&gt;While your feet are stompin'&lt;br /&gt;And the jam is pumpin'&lt;br /&gt;Look at here the crowd is jumpin'&lt;br /&gt;Pump it up a little more&lt;br /&gt;Get the party going on the dance floor&lt;br /&gt;Seek us that's where the party's at&lt;br /&gt;And you'll find out if you're too bad&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a place to stay&lt;br /&gt;Get your boody on the floor tonight&lt;br /&gt;Make my day&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a place to stay&lt;br /&gt;Get your boody on the floor tonight&lt;br /&gt;Make my day&lt;br /&gt;Pump up the jam pump it up&lt;br /&gt;A pump it up yo pump it&lt;br /&gt;Pump up the jam pump it up&lt;br 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the floor tonight&lt;br /&gt;Make my day&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a place to stay&lt;br /&gt;Get your boody on the floor tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-1200498422388628813?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/1200498422388628813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/1200498422388628813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2008/02/pump-up-jam-technotronic.html' title='pump up the jam technotronic'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-1606191375832807693</id><published>2008-01-26T11:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-26T12:00:54.496Z</updated><title type='text'>Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger - Daft Punk</title><content type='html'>Work It Harder Make It Better&lt;br /&gt;Do It Faster, Makes Us stronger&lt;br /&gt;More Than Ever Hour After&lt;br /&gt;Our Work Is Never Over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DgBgnoEY4iM&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DgBgnoEY4iM&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-8872873457275778826</id><published>2008-01-17T21:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-17T22:09:42.960Z</updated><title type='text'>Jose Gonzalez - Heartbeats</title><content type='html'>One night to be confused&lt;br /&gt;One night to speed up truth&lt;br /&gt;We had a promise made&lt;br /&gt;Four hands and then away&lt;br /&gt;Both under influence&lt;br /&gt;We had divine scent&lt;br /&gt;To know what to say&lt;br /&gt;Mind is a razorblade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To call for hands of above, to lean on&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't be good enough for me, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night of magic rush&lt;br /&gt;The start: a simpel touch&lt;br /&gt;One night to push and scream&lt;br /&gt;And then relief&lt;br /&gt;Ten days of perfect tunes&lt;br /&gt;The colours red and blue&lt;br /&gt;We had a promise made&lt;br /&gt;We were in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To call for hands of above, to lean on&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't be good enough for me, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To call for hands of above, to lean on&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't be good enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you&lt;br /&gt;You knew the hand of a devil&lt;br /&gt;And you&lt;br /&gt;Kept us awake with wolves teeth&lt;br /&gt;Sharing different heartbeats in one night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To call for hands of above, to lean on&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't be good enough for me, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To call for hands of above, to lean on&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't be good enough &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s4_4abCWw-w&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s4_4abCWw-w&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ORIGINAL:&lt;br /&gt;the Knife - Heartbeats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zUGyFYUlquo&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zUGyFYUlquo&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WERBUNG:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tUOZF7fcDiE&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tUOZF7fcDiE&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parodie und WERBUNG:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CjHzS_twDVY&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CjHzS_twDVY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-8872873457275778826?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/8872873457275778826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/8872873457275778826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2008/01/jose-gonzalez-heartbeats.html' title='Jose Gonzalez - Heartbeats'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-6481488439626796379</id><published>2007-08-08T21:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-08T21:29:12.441Z</updated><title type='text'>Tracy Chapman - Talkin' Bout A Revolution</title><content type='html'>Don't you know you're talking about a revolution&lt;br /&gt;It sounds like a whisper&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know they're talking about a revolution&lt;br /&gt;It sounds like a whisper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they're standing in the welfare lines&lt;br /&gt;Crying at the doorsteps of those armies of salvation&lt;br /&gt;Wasting time in unemployment lines&lt;br /&gt;Sitting around waiting for a promotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know you're talking about a revolution&lt;br /&gt;It sounds like a whisper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor people are gonna rise up&lt;br /&gt;And get their share&lt;br /&gt;Poor people are gonna rise up&lt;br /&gt;And take what's theirs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know you better run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run&lt;br /&gt;Oh I said you better run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the tables are starting to turn&lt;br /&gt;Talking about a revolution&lt;br /&gt;Finally the tables are starting to turn&lt;br /&gt;Talking about a revolution oh no&lt;br /&gt;Talking about a revolution oh no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they're standing in the welfare lines&lt;br /&gt;Crying at the doorsteps of those armies of salvation&lt;br /&gt;Wasting time in unemployment lines&lt;br /&gt;Sitting around waiting for a promotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know you're talking about a revolution&lt;br /&gt;It sounds like a whisper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally the tables are starting to turn&lt;br /&gt;Talking about a revolution&lt;br /&gt;Finally the tables are starting to turn&lt;br /&gt;Talking about a revolution oh no&lt;br /&gt;Talking about a revolution oh no&lt;br /&gt;Talking about a revolution oh no &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qC5D1kAmnFE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qC5D1kAmnFE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-6481488439626796379?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/6481488439626796379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/6481488439626796379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2007/08/tracy-chapman-talkin-bout-revolution.html' title='Tracy Chapman - Talkin&apos; Bout A Revolution'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-4933748242143751510</id><published>2007-07-10T10:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-10T10:46:53.843Z</updated><title type='text'>Prince &amp; The Revolution - When Doves Cry</title><content type='html'>Dig if u will the picture&lt;br /&gt;Of u and I engaged in a kiss&lt;br /&gt;The sweat of your body covers me&lt;br /&gt;Can u my darling&lt;br /&gt;Can u picture this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream if u can a courtyard&lt;br /&gt;An ocean of violets in bloom&lt;br /&gt;Animals strike curious poses&lt;br /&gt;They feel the heat&lt;br /&gt;The heat between me and u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can u just leave me standing?&lt;br /&gt;Alone in a world that's so cold? (So cold)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just 2 demanding&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just like my father 2 bold&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're just like my mother&lt;br /&gt;She's never satisfied (She's never satisfied)&lt;br /&gt;Why do we scream at each other&lt;br /&gt;This is what it sounds like&lt;br /&gt;When doves cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch if u will my stomach&lt;br /&gt;Feel how it trembles inside&lt;br /&gt;You've got the butterflies all tied up&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me chase u&lt;br /&gt;Even doves have pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can u just leave me standing?&lt;br /&gt;Alone in a world so cold? (World so cold)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just 2 demanding&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just like my father 2 bold&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're just like my mother&lt;br /&gt;She's never satisfied (She's never satisfied)&lt;br /&gt;Why do we scream at each other&lt;br /&gt;This is what it sounds like&lt;br /&gt;When doves cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can u just leave me standing?&lt;br /&gt;Alone in a world that's so cold? (A world that's so cold)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just 2 demanding (Maybe, maybe I'm like my father)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just like my father 2 bold (Ya know he's 2 bold)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're just like my mother (Maybe you're just like my mother)&lt;br /&gt;She's never satisfied (She's never, never satisfied)&lt;br /&gt;Why do we scream at each other (Why do we scream, why)&lt;br /&gt;This is what it sounds like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When doves cry&lt;br /&gt;When doves cry (Doves cry, doves cry)&lt;br /&gt;When doves cry (Doves cry, doves cry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Cry (Don't Cry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When doves cry&lt;br /&gt;When doves cry&lt;br /&gt;When doves cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Doves cry (Doves cry, doves cry, doves cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Darling don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't don't cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yIr0o8qCLv8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yIr0o8qCLv8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-4933748242143751510?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/4933748242143751510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/4933748242143751510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2007/07/prince-revolution-when-doves-cry.html' title='Prince &amp; The Revolution - When Doves Cry'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-962891403238502077</id><published>2007-07-10T10:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-10T10:09:17.615Z</updated><title type='text'>sinead o'connor - nothing compares 2 U</title><content type='html'>It's been seven hours and fifteen days&lt;br /&gt;Since u took your love away&lt;br /&gt;I go out every night and sleep all day&lt;br /&gt;Since u took your love away&lt;br /&gt;Since u been gone I can do whatever I want&lt;br /&gt;I can see whomever I choose&lt;br /&gt;I can eat my dinner in a fancy restaurant&lt;br /&gt;But nothing&lt;br /&gt;I said nothing can take away these blues&lt;br /&gt;`Cause nothing compares&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares 2 u&lt;br /&gt;It's been so lonely without u here&lt;br /&gt;Like a bird without a song&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can stop these lonely tears from falling&lt;br /&gt;Tell me baby where did I go wrong&lt;br /&gt;I could put my arms around every boy I see&lt;br /&gt;But they'd only remind me of you&lt;br /&gt;I went to the doctor n'guess what he told me&lt;br /&gt;Guess what he told me&lt;br /&gt;He said girl u better have fun&lt;br /&gt;No matter what u do&lt;br /&gt;But he's a fool&lt;br /&gt;`Cause nothing compares&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares 2 u&lt;br /&gt;All the flowers that u planted, mama&lt;br /&gt;In the back yard&lt;br /&gt;All died when u went away&lt;br /&gt;I know that living with u baby was sometimes hard&lt;br /&gt;But I'm willing to give it another try&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares 2 u&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares 2 u&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares 2 u &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uR44kdfUkkc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uR44kdfUkkc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-962891403238502077?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/962891403238502077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/962891403238502077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2007/07/sinead-oconnor-nothing-compares-2-u.html' title='sinead o&apos;connor - nothing compares 2 U'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-3186493895372095863</id><published>2007-06-25T22:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-25T22:10:42.981Z</updated><title type='text'>I Love Rock n' Roll - Joan Jett</title><content type='html'>I saw him dancin' there by the record machine&lt;br /&gt;I knew he must a been about seventeen&lt;br /&gt;The beat was goin' strong&lt;br /&gt;Playin' my favorite song&lt;br /&gt;An' I could tell it wouldn't be long&lt;br /&gt;Till he was with me, yeah me&lt;br /&gt;And I could tell it wouldn't be long&lt;br /&gt;Till he was with me, yeah me, singin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love rock n' roll&lt;br /&gt;So put another dime in the jukebox, baby&lt;br /&gt;I love rock n' roll&lt;br /&gt;So come an' take your time an' dance with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled so I got up and asked for his name&lt;br /&gt;That don't matter, he said,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's all the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said can I take you home where we can be alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An' next we were movin' on&lt;br /&gt;He was with me, yeah me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we were movin' on&lt;br /&gt;He was with me, yeah me, singin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love rock n' roll&lt;br /&gt;So put another dime in the jukebox, baby&lt;br /&gt;I love rock n' roll&lt;br /&gt;So come an' take your time an' dance with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said can I take you home where we can be alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we were movin' on&lt;br /&gt;He was with me, yeah me,&lt;br /&gt;An we'll be movin' on&lt;br /&gt;An' singin' that same old song&lt;br /&gt;Yeah with me, singin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love rock n' roll&lt;br /&gt;So put another dime in the jukebox, baby&lt;br /&gt;I love rock n' roll&lt;br /&gt;So come an' take your time an' dance with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love rock n' roll&lt;br /&gt;So put another dime in the jukebox, baby&lt;br /&gt;I love rock n' roll&lt;br /&gt;So come an' take your time an' dance with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love rock n' roll&lt;br /&gt;So put another dime in the jukebox, baby&lt;br /&gt;I love rock n' roll&lt;br /&gt;So come an' take your time an' dance with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love rock n' roll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6wpyilPsi6Q"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6wpyilPsi6Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-3186493895372095863?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/3186493895372095863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/3186493895372095863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-love-rock-n-roll-joan-jett.html' title='I Love Rock n&apos; Roll - Joan Jett'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-9036570494916523773</id><published>2007-06-20T18:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-20T18:24:10.720Z</updated><title type='text'>devil inside - inxs</title><content type='html'>Here comes the woman&lt;br /&gt;With the look in her eye&lt;br /&gt;Raised on leather&lt;br /&gt;With flesh on her mind&lt;br /&gt;Words as weapons sharper than knives&lt;br /&gt;Makes you wonder how the other half die&lt;br /&gt;Other half die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here come the man&lt;br /&gt;With the look in his eye&lt;br /&gt;Fed on nothing&lt;br /&gt;But full of pride&lt;br /&gt;Look at them go&lt;br /&gt;Look at them kick&lt;br /&gt;Makes you wonder how the other half live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The devil inside&lt;br /&gt;The devil inside&lt;br /&gt;Every single one of us the devil inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The devil inside&lt;br /&gt;The devil inside&lt;br /&gt;Every single one of us the devil inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here come the world&lt;br /&gt;With the look in its eye&lt;br /&gt;Future uncertain but certainly slight&lt;br /&gt;Look at the faces&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the bells&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to believe we need a place called hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/luobOzreRq4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/luobOzreRq4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich hab heute zum allerersten Mal den Videovlip gesehen. Ich hatte damals die Kaufkassette, müsste noch in einem Umzugskarton sein. Ich habe ber keinen Kassettenspieler meht.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-9036570494916523773?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/9036570494916523773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/9036570494916523773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2007/06/devil-inside-inxs.html' title='devil inside - inxs'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-494097379453687061</id><published>2007-06-19T05:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-19T05:35:12.257Z</updated><title type='text'>Engel - Rammstein</title><content type='html'>Wer zu Lebzeit gut auf Erden&lt;br /&gt;wird nach dem Tod ein Engel werden&lt;br /&gt;den Blick gen Himmel fragst du dann&lt;br /&gt;warum man sie nicht sehen kann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erst wenn die Wolken schlafengehn&lt;br /&gt;kann man uns am Himmel sehn&lt;br /&gt;wir haben Angst und sind allein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gott weiss ich will kein Engel sein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sie leben hinterm Sonnenschein&lt;br /&gt;getrennt von uns unendlich weit&lt;br /&gt;sie mussen sich an Sterne krallen (ganz fest)&lt;br /&gt;damit sie nicht vom Himmel fallen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erst wenn die Wolken schlafengehn&lt;br /&gt;kann man uns am Himmel sehn&lt;br /&gt;wir haben Angst und sind allein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gott weiss ich will kein Engel sein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erst wenn die Wolken schlafengehn&lt;br /&gt;kann man uns am Himmel sehn&lt;br /&gt;wir haben Angst und sind allein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gott weiss ich will kein Engel sein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MASH UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PVQaixvlMwo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PVQaixvlMwo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-494097379453687061?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/494097379453687061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/494097379453687061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2007/06/engel-rammstein.html' title='Engel - Rammstein'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-3997794356377084023</id><published>2007-06-19T04:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-19T04:15:56.211Z</updated><title type='text'>In the Pines - Lead Belly</title><content type='html'>My girl, my girl, don't lie to me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where did you sleep last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the pines, in the pines&lt;br /&gt;Where the sun don't ever shine&lt;br /&gt;I would shiver the whole night through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girl, my girl, where will you go&lt;br /&gt;I'm going where the cold wind blows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the pines, in the pines&lt;br /&gt;Where the sun don't ever shine&lt;br /&gt;I would shiver the whole night through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her husband, was a hard working man&lt;br /&gt;Just about a mile from here&lt;br /&gt;His head was found in a driving wheel&lt;br /&gt;But his body never was found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girl, my girl, don't lie to me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where did you sleep last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the pines, in the pines&lt;br /&gt;Where the sun don't ever shine&lt;br /&gt;I would shiver the whole night through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girl, my girl, where will you go&lt;br /&gt;I'm going where the cold wind blows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the pines, in the pines&lt;br /&gt;Where the sun don't ever shine&lt;br /&gt;I would shiver the whole night through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girl, my girl, don't lie to me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where did you sleep last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the pines, in the pines&lt;br /&gt;Where the sun don't ever shine&lt;br /&gt;I would shiver the whole night through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girl, my girl, where will you go&lt;br /&gt;I'm going where the cold wind blows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the pines, in the pines&lt;br /&gt;Where the sun don't ever shine&lt;br /&gt;I would shiver the whole night through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o3hBPvRoux4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o3hBPvRoux4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-3997794356377084023?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/3997794356377084023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/3997794356377084023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2007/06/in-pines-lead-belly.html' title='In the Pines - Lead Belly'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-3864699545902987374</id><published>2007-06-19T03:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-19T03:22:40.590Z</updated><title type='text'>alannah myles - black velvet</title><content type='html'>Mississippi in the middle of a dry spell&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy Rogers, an electrode up high&lt;br /&gt;Mama´s dancin with baby on her shoulder&lt;br /&gt;The sun is settin like molasses in the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy could sing, knew how move everything,&lt;br /&gt;always wanting more&lt;br /&gt;he´ll leave you longing for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Black Velvet with that little boy smile&lt;br /&gt;Black Velvet with that slow southern style&lt;br /&gt;A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees&lt;br /&gt;Black Velvet, if you please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up in Memphis, the music´s like a heatwave&lt;br /&gt;White lightning bound to drive you wild&lt;br /&gt;Mama´s baby´s in the heart of every school girl&lt;br /&gt;"Love me tender" leaves ´em crying in the aisle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way he moved, it was sin, so sweet and true&lt;br /&gt;Always wanting more.&lt;br /&gt;he'll leave you longin for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every word of every song that he sang was for you&lt;br /&gt;in a flash he was gone it happened so soon,&lt;br /&gt;what could you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Solo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus repeat 2x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you please, if you please, if you please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ut09zkRoG0g"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ut09zkRoG0g" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-3864699545902987374?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/3864699545902987374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/3864699545902987374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2007/06/alannah-myles-black-velvet.html' title='alannah myles - black velvet'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-5466993469582460515</id><published>2007-06-19T03:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-19T03:25:00.585Z</updated><title type='text'>new noise - refuse</title><content type='html'>Can I scream? Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;We lack the motion to move to the new beat&lt;br /&gt;We lack the motion to move to the new beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's here for us to admire if we can afford the beauty of it&lt;br /&gt;Can afford the luxury of turning our heads&lt;br /&gt;Adjust that thousand dollars smile and behold the creation of man&lt;br /&gt;Great words won't cover ugly actions - good frames won't save bad paintings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lack the motion to move to the new beat. Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;We lack... motion&lt;br /&gt;When the day is over - Hey! - the doors are locked on us&lt;br /&gt;Money buys the access - and we can't pay the cost&lt;br /&gt;And how can we expect anyone to listen if we are using the same old voice?&lt;br /&gt;We need new noise - new art for the real people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dance to all the wrong songs&lt;br /&gt;We enjoy all the wrong moves&lt;br /&gt;We dance to all the wrong songs&lt;br /&gt;We're not leading&lt;br /&gt;We dance to all the wrong songs&lt;br /&gt;We enjoy all the wrong moves&lt;br /&gt;We dance to all the wrong songs&lt;br /&gt;We're not, we're not, we're not, we're not, we're not, we're not...&lt;br /&gt;Leading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dance - all the wrong songs&lt;br /&gt;We enjoy - all the wrong moves&lt;br /&gt;We dance - all the wrong songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dance - all the wrong songs&lt;br /&gt;We enjoy - all the wrong moves&lt;br /&gt;We dance - all the wrong songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dance to all the wrong songs&lt;br /&gt;We enjoy all the wrong moves&lt;br /&gt;We dance to all the wrong songs&lt;br /&gt;We're not leading. Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new beat! The new beat! The new beat! The new beat!&lt;br /&gt;The new beat! The new beat! The new beat! The new beat!&lt;br /&gt;The new beat! The new beat! The new beat! The new beat!&lt;br /&gt;The new beat! The new beat! The new beat! The new beat!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K8MkVIe9xGc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K8MkVIe9xGc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-5466993469582460515?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/5466993469582460515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/5466993469582460515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-noise-refuse.html' title='new noise - refuse'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-4456033645852988339</id><published>2007-06-19T03:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-19T03:34:42.763Z</updated><title type='text'>creed- beautiful</title><content type='html'>She wears a coat of color&lt;br /&gt;Loved by some, feared by others&lt;br /&gt;She's immortalized in young men's eyes&lt;br /&gt;Lust she breeds in the eyes of brothers&lt;br /&gt;Violent sons make bitter mothers&lt;br /&gt;So close your eyes, here's your surprise&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful is empty&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful is free&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful loves no one&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful stripped me&lt;br /&gt;In your mind she's your companion&lt;br /&gt;Vile instincts often candid&lt;br /&gt;Your regret is all that's left&lt;br /&gt;She told me where I'm going&lt;br /&gt;And it's far away from home&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll go there on my own&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-4456033645852988339?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/4456033645852988339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/4456033645852988339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2007/06/creed-beautyfull.html' title='creed- beautiful'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-8064108611931975286</id><published>2007-04-15T22:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-15T22:42:27.971Z</updated><title type='text'>gottes tod - das ich</title><content type='html'>schwarz verbreitet sich in meinem kopf&lt;br /&gt;ganz aufgequollen mein augenlicht zersetzt&lt;br /&gt;das herz verbrennt im weissem nichts&lt;br /&gt;und doch es wird&lt;br /&gt;mein körper ist in stein gehauen&lt;br /&gt;im tiefen sog der ewigkeit&lt;br /&gt;dass zeit vergeht ist mir entgangen&lt;br /&gt;und doch es wird es wird schon wieder weiter geh`n&lt;br /&gt;gott ist tot&lt;br /&gt;eingesperrt im wald des wahns&lt;br /&gt;dunkles sein gesäht in meiner hand&lt;br /&gt;verstaubtes denken in meinem schädel&lt;br /&gt;und doch es wird&lt;br /&gt;mein geist zerfleischt das tageslicht&lt;br /&gt;die feuersglut in meinem hals erlischt&lt;br /&gt;ganz ohne halt mein fleisch zerfällt&lt;br /&gt;und doch es wird es wird schon wieder weiter geh`n&lt;br /&gt;gott ist tot&lt;br /&gt;mein gehirn zum kerker wird&lt;br /&gt;ein kleiner stich hat mich gelähmt&lt;br /&gt;der schrei in mir unhörbar schweigt&lt;br /&gt;und doch es wird&lt;br /&gt;mein seelenhauch der blitz verschlingt&lt;br /&gt;mein süsses blut verfault im sand&lt;br /&gt;mein sinn zum leben in raum und zeit&lt;br /&gt;und doch es wird es wird schon wieder weiter geh`n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;der schlund der blinden worte hat mir einmal gutgetan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-8064108611931975286?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/8064108611931975286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/8064108611931975286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2007/04/gottes-tod-das-ich.html' title='gottes tod - das ich'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-696876448093410336</id><published>2007-04-10T10:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-19T03:21:32.002Z</updated><title type='text'>Alanis Morissette - Hand In My Pocket</title><content type='html'>'m broke but I'm happy&lt;br /&gt;I'm poor but I'm kind&lt;br /&gt;I'm short but I'm healthy, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I'm high but I'm grounded&lt;br /&gt;I'm sane but I'm overwhelmed&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost but I'm hopeful baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What it all comes down to&lt;br /&gt;Is that everything's gonna be fine fine fine&lt;br /&gt;I've got one hand in my pocket&lt;br /&gt;And the other one is giving a high five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel drunk but I'm sober&lt;br /&gt;I'm young and I'm underpaid&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired but I'm working, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I care but I'm restless&lt;br /&gt;I'm here but I'm really gone&lt;br /&gt;I'm wrong and I'm sorry baby&lt;br /&gt;What it all comes down to&lt;br /&gt;Is that everything's gonna be quite alright&lt;br /&gt;I've got one hand in my pocket&lt;br /&gt;And the other one is flicking a cigarette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What it all comes down to&lt;br /&gt;Is that I haven't got it all figured out just yet&lt;br /&gt;I've got one hand in my pocket&lt;br /&gt;And the other one is giving the peace sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm free but I'm focused&lt;br /&gt;I'm green but I'm wise&lt;br /&gt;I'm hard but I'm friendly baby&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad but I'm laughing&lt;br /&gt;I'm brave but I'm chicken shit&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick but I'm pretty baby&lt;br /&gt;What it all boils down to&lt;br /&gt;Is that no one's really got it figured out just yet&lt;br /&gt;I've got one hand in my pocket&lt;br /&gt;And the other one is playing the piano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What it all comes down to my friends&lt;br /&gt;Is that everything's just fine fine fine&lt;br /&gt;I've got one hand in my pocket&lt;br /&gt;And the other one is hailing a taxi cab...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/saBpWTkBuNw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/saBpWTkBuNw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-696876448093410336?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/696876448093410336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/696876448093410336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2007/04/alanis-morissette-hand-in-my-pocket.html' title='Alanis Morissette - Hand In My Pocket'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-7028746559178108680</id><published>2007-03-25T09:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-19T04:40:45.949Z</updated><title type='text'>"If Loving You Is Wrong" Luther Ingram</title><content type='html'>If loving you is wrong I don't wanna be right&lt;br /&gt;If being right means being without you&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather live a wrong doing life&lt;br /&gt;Your mama and daddy say it's a shame&lt;br /&gt;It's a downright disgrace&lt;br /&gt;Long as I got you by my side&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what your people say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends tell you there's no future&lt;br /&gt;In loving a married man&lt;br /&gt;If I can't see you when I want to&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you when I can&lt;br /&gt;If loving you is wrong I don't wanna be right&lt;br /&gt;If loving you is wrong I don't wanna be right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I wrong to fall so deeply in love with you&lt;br /&gt;Knowing I got a wife and two little children&lt;br /&gt;Depending on me too&lt;br /&gt;And am I wrong to hunger&lt;br /&gt;for the gentleness of your touch&lt;br /&gt;knowing I got somebody else at home&lt;br /&gt;who needs me just as much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And are you wrong to fall in love&lt;br /&gt;With a married man&lt;br /&gt;And am I wrong trying to hold on&lt;br /&gt;To the best thing I ever had&lt;br /&gt;If loving you is wrong I don't wanna be right&lt;br /&gt;If loving you is wrong I don't wanna be right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you wrong to give your love&lt;br /&gt;To a married man&lt;br /&gt;And am I wrong trying to hold on&lt;br /&gt;To the best thing I ever had&lt;br /&gt;If loving you is wrong I don't wanna be right&lt;br /&gt;If loving you is wrong I don't wanna be right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be right&lt;br /&gt;If it means sleeping alone at night&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be right&lt;br /&gt;If it means coming home at night&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna, I don't wanna&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna never, never, never be right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bm4F9Q0nH18"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bm4F9Q0nH18" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-116873175536494606</id><published>2007-01-13T23:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-19T04:42:05.050Z</updated><title type='text'>The message - Grandmaster Flash</title><content type='html'>Broken glass everywhere&lt;br /&gt;People pissing on the stairs, you know they just&lt;br /&gt;Dont care&lt;br /&gt;I cant take the smell, I cant take the noise&lt;br /&gt;Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice&lt;br /&gt;Rats in the front room, roaches in the back&lt;br /&gt;Junkies in the alley with a baseball bat&lt;br /&gt;I tried to get away, but I couldnt get far&lt;br /&gt;Cause the man with the tow-truck repossessed my car&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Dont push me, cause Im close to the edge&lt;br /&gt;Im trying not to loose my head&lt;br /&gt;Its like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder&lt;br /&gt;How I keep from going under&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the front stoop, hangin out the window&lt;br /&gt;Watching all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes&lt;br /&gt;Blow&lt;br /&gt;Crazy lady, livin in a bag&lt;br /&gt;Eating out of garbage piles, used to be a fag-hag&lt;br /&gt;Search and test a tango, skips the life and then go&lt;br /&gt;To search a prince to see the last of senses&lt;br /&gt;Down at the peepshow, watching all the creeps&lt;br /&gt;So she can tell the stories to the girls back home&lt;br /&gt;She went to the city and got so so so ditty&lt;br /&gt;She had to get a pimp, she couldnt make it on her&lt;br /&gt;Own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Its like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder&lt;br /&gt;How I keep from goin under&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brothers doing fast on my mothers t.v.&lt;br /&gt;Says she watches to much, is just not healthy&lt;br /&gt;All my children in the daytime, dallas at night&lt;br /&gt;Cant even see the game or the sugar ray fight&lt;br /&gt;Bill collectors they ring my phone&lt;br /&gt;And scare my wife when Im not home&lt;br /&gt;Got a bum education, double-digit inflation&lt;br /&gt;Cant take the train to the job, theres a strike&lt;br /&gt;At the station&lt;br /&gt;Me on king kong standin on my back&lt;br /&gt;Cant stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac&lt;br /&gt;Midrange, migraine, cancered membrane&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think Im going insane, I swear I might&lt;br /&gt;Hijack a plane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son said daddy I dont wanna go to school&lt;br /&gt;Cause the teachers a jerk, he must think Im a&lt;br /&gt;Fool&lt;br /&gt;And all the kids smoke reefer, I think itd be&lt;br /&gt;Cheaper&lt;br /&gt;If I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper&lt;br /&gt;I dance to the beat, shuffle my feet&lt;br /&gt;Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps&lt;br /&gt;Cause its all about money, aint a damn thing&lt;br /&gt;Funny&lt;br /&gt;You got to have a con in this land of milk and&lt;br /&gt;Honey&lt;br /&gt;They push that girl in front of a train&lt;br /&gt;Took her to a doctor, sowed the arm on again&lt;br /&gt;Stabbed that man, right in his heart&lt;br /&gt;Gave him a transplant before a brand new start&lt;br /&gt;I cant walk through the park, cause its crazy&lt;br /&gt;After the dark&lt;br /&gt;Keep my hand on the gun, cause they got me on the&lt;br /&gt;Run&lt;br /&gt;I feel like an outlaw, broke my last fast jaw&lt;br /&gt;Hear them say you want some more, livin on a&lt;br /&gt;Seesaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A child was born, with no state of mind&lt;br /&gt;Blind to the ways of mankind&lt;br /&gt;God is smiling on you but hes frowning too&lt;br /&gt;Cause only God knows what you go through&lt;br /&gt;You grow in the ghetto, living second rate&lt;br /&gt;And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate&lt;br /&gt;The places you play and where you stay&lt;br /&gt;Looks like one great big alley way&lt;br /&gt;Youll admire all the number book takers&lt;br /&gt;Thugs, pimps, pushers and the big money makers&lt;br /&gt;Driving big cars, spending twenties and tens&lt;br /&gt;And you wanna grow up to be just like them&lt;br /&gt;Smugglers, scrambles, burglars, gamblers&lt;br /&gt;Pickpockets, peddlers and even pan-handlers&lt;br /&gt;You say Im cool, Im no fool&lt;br /&gt;But then you wind up dropping out of high school&lt;br /&gt;Now youre unemployed, all null n void&lt;br /&gt;Walking around like youre pretty boy floyd&lt;br /&gt;Turned stickup kid, look what you done did&lt;br /&gt;Got send up for a eight year bid&lt;br /&gt;Now your man is took and youre a may tag&lt;br /&gt;Spend the next two years as an undercover fag&lt;br /&gt;Being used and abused, and served like hell&lt;br /&gt;Till one day you was find hung dead in a cell&lt;br /&gt;It was plain to see that your life was lost&lt;br /&gt;You was cold and your body swung back and forth&lt;br /&gt;But now your eyes sing the sad sad song&lt;br /&gt;Of how you lived so fast and died so young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k3kRuJhIVIo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k3kRuJhIVIo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-116873175536494606?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/116873175536494606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/116873175536494606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2007/01/message-grandmaster-flash.html' title='The message - Grandmaster Flash'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-116639915365849091</id><published>2006-12-17T23:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-17T23:45:53.666Z</updated><title type='text'>Quizas, Quizas, Quizas - Nat King Cole</title><content type='html'>Siempre que te pregunto&lt;br /&gt;Qué, cuándo, cómo y dónde&lt;br /&gt;Tú siempre me respondes&lt;br /&gt;Quizás, quizás, quizás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y así pasan los días&lt;br /&gt;Y yo desesperando&lt;br /&gt;Y tú, tú contestando&lt;br /&gt;Quizás, quizás, quizás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estás perdiendo el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;Pensando, pensando&lt;br /&gt;Por lo que más tú quieras&lt;br /&gt;Hasta cuando, hasta cuando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y así pasan los días&lt;br /&gt;Y yo desesperando&lt;br /&gt;Y tú, tú contestando&lt;br /&gt;Quizás, quizás, quizás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y así pasan los días&lt;br /&gt;Y yo desesperando&lt;br /&gt;Y tú, tú contestando&lt;br /&gt;Quizás, quizás, quizás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estás perdiendo el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;Pensando, pensando&lt;br /&gt;Por lo que más tú quieras&lt;br /&gt;Hasta cuando, hasta cuando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y así pasan los días&lt;br /&gt;Y yo desesperando&lt;br /&gt;Y tú, tú contestando&lt;br /&gt;Quizás, quizás, quizás&lt;br /&gt;Quizás, quizás, quizás&lt;br /&gt;Quizás - quizás - quizás&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-116639915365849091?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/116639915365849091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/116639915365849091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2006/12/quizas-quizas-quizas-nat-king-cole.html' title='Quizas, Quizas, Quizas - Nat King Cole'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-116592422220618502</id><published>2006-12-12T11:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-19T03:46:09.913Z</updated><title type='text'>Killing in the name - Rage against the machine</title><content type='html'>Killing in the name of&lt;br /&gt;Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses&lt;br /&gt;Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses&lt;br /&gt;Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses&lt;br /&gt;Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses&lt;br /&gt;Huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killing in the name of&lt;br /&gt;Killing in the name of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you do what they told ya&lt;br /&gt;And now you do what they told ya&lt;br /&gt;And now you do what they told ya&lt;br /&gt;And now you do what they told ya&lt;br /&gt;And now you do what they told ya&lt;br /&gt;And now you do what they told ya&lt;br /&gt;And now you do what they told ya&lt;br /&gt;And now you do what they told ya&lt;br /&gt;And now you do what they told ya&lt;br /&gt;And now you do what they told ya&lt;br /&gt;And now you do what they told ya&lt;br /&gt;But now you do what they told ya&lt;br /&gt;Well now you do what they told ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites&lt;br /&gt;You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites&lt;br /&gt;Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites&lt;br /&gt;You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses&lt;br /&gt;Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses&lt;br /&gt;Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses&lt;br /&gt;Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses&lt;br /&gt;Uggh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killing in the name of&lt;br /&gt;Killing in the name of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you do what they told ya&lt;br /&gt;And now you do what they told ya&lt;br /&gt;And now you do what they told ya&lt;br /&gt;And now you do what they told ya&lt;br /&gt;And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control&lt;br /&gt;And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control&lt;br /&gt;And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control&lt;br /&gt;And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control&lt;br /&gt;And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control&lt;br /&gt;And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control&lt;br /&gt;And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control&lt;br /&gt;And now you do what they told ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites&lt;br /&gt;You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites&lt;br /&gt;Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites&lt;br /&gt;You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites&lt;br /&gt;Come on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! Come on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me&lt;br /&gt;Motherfucker!&lt;br /&gt;Uggh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ykgh0SV_yCs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ykgh0SV_yCs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-116592422220618502?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/116592422220618502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/116592422220618502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2006/12/killing-in-name-rage-against-machine.html' title='Killing in the name - Rage against the machine'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-116353129020297235</id><published>2006-11-14T19:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:08:10.216Z</updated><title type='text'>Wash Away Those Years - Creed</title><content type='html'>She came calling&lt;br /&gt;One early morning&lt;br /&gt;She showed her crown of thorns&lt;br /&gt;She whispered softly&lt;br /&gt;To tell a story&lt;br /&gt;About how she had been wronged&lt;br /&gt;As she lay lifeless&lt;br /&gt;He stole her innocence&lt;br /&gt;And this is how she carried on&lt;br /&gt;This is how she carried on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess she closed her eyes&lt;br /&gt;And just imagined everything's alright&lt;br /&gt;But she could not hide her tears&lt;br /&gt;'Cause they were sent to wash away those years&lt;br /&gt;They were sent to wash away those years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My anger's violent&lt;br /&gt;But still I'm silent&lt;br /&gt;When tragedy strikes at home&lt;br /&gt;I know this decadence Is shared by millions&lt;br /&gt;Remember you're not alone&lt;br /&gt;Remember you're not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if you just close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And just imagine everything's alright&lt;br /&gt;But do not hide your tears&lt;br /&gt;'Cause they were sent to wash away those years&lt;br /&gt;Well if you just close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And just imagine everything's alright&lt;br /&gt;But do not hide your tears&lt;br /&gt;'Cause they were sent to wash away those years&lt;br /&gt;They were sent to wash away those years&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we can wash away those years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For we have crossed many oceans&lt;br /&gt;And we labor in between&lt;br /&gt;In life there are many quotients&lt;br /&gt;And I hope I find the mean&lt;br /&gt;the mean, the mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if you just close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And just imagine everything's alright&lt;br /&gt;But do not hide your tears&lt;br /&gt;'Cause they were sent to wash away those years&lt;br /&gt;Well if you just close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And just imagine everything's alright&lt;br /&gt;But do not hide your tears&lt;br /&gt;'Cause they were sent to wash away those years&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we can wash away those years&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you can wash away those years&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-116353129020297235?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/116353129020297235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/116353129020297235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2006/11/wash-away-those-years-creed.html' title='Wash Away Those Years - Creed'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-116091202335799031</id><published>2006-10-15T11:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-15T11:33:43.370Z</updated><title type='text'>Chicago - Clueso</title><content type='html'>Sie ist immer da wo was los ist&lt;br /&gt;Immer mitten in der Stadt&lt;br /&gt;Dort wo die kleine Welt ganz groß ist&lt;br /&gt;Sieht sie sich an den Lichtern satt&lt;br /&gt;Sie erzählt dann und wann von dem und dem&lt;br /&gt;Denn sie hat jeden schon gehabt&lt;br /&gt;Auch wenn sie sich selbst nicht ganz so pflegt&lt;br /&gt;Pflegt sie zumindest den Kontakt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Und sie träumt von Chicago, von Chicago&lt;br /&gt;Irgendwo wo sie keiner kennt&lt;br /&gt;Und sie träumt von Chicago, von Chicago&lt;br /&gt;Dort wo niemand, niemand ihren Namen nennt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mit ihrem sonnigen Traum vor Augen&lt;br /&gt;Läuft sie durch den Regen&lt;br /&gt;Und jeden den sie auf der Straße trifft&lt;br /&gt;Erzählt sie, sie wär da gewesen&lt;br /&gt;Beschreibt in welcher Ecke sie schon war&lt;br /&gt;Sie kennt immerhin dies und das&lt;br /&gt;Und wenn du bisschen was dabei hast&lt;br /&gt;Nimmt sie dich mit für eine Nacht&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sie nimmt dich mit nach Chicago, nach Chicago&lt;br /&gt;Irgendwohin wo dich keiner kennt&lt;br /&gt;Sie nimmt dich mit nach Chicago, nach Chicago&lt;br /&gt;Dort wo niemand deinen Namen nennt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doch wenn man ihr erzählt&lt;br /&gt;Welchen Traum sie lebt&lt;br /&gt;Dann spielt sie gleich verrückt&lt;br /&gt;Denn auch wenn sie kurz schläft&lt;br /&gt;Sobald das Licht angeht&lt;br /&gt;So muss sie schnell zurück&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manchmal trifft sie sich mit ein paar Leuten&lt;br /&gt;An einem unbestimmten Platz&lt;br /&gt;Und wenn dann frisches Zeug durch die Adern fließt&lt;br /&gt;Gibt man 'nen Löffel an die Kumpels ab&lt;br /&gt;Doch diesmal ist sie nicht gekommen&lt;br /&gt;Vielleicht hat sie's nicht gepackt&lt;br /&gt;Nur eine kleine Nachricht ist alles was sie hinterlassen hat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich komm nie mehr, ich bin in Chicago, in Chicago&lt;br /&gt;Irgendwo wo mich keiner kennt&lt;br /&gt;Ich komm nie mehr, ich bin in Chicago, in Chicago&lt;br /&gt;Dort wo niemand, niemand meinen Namen nennt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh Chicago, wo mich keiner kennt&lt;br /&gt;ich komm nie mehr&lt;br /&gt;In Chicago, ich komm nie mehr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-116091202335799031?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/116091202335799031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/116091202335799031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2006/10/chicago-clueso.html' title='Chicago - Clueso'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-115637027240820480</id><published>2006-08-23T21:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-19T04:57:49.296Z</updated><title type='text'>Along Comes Mary - Bloodhound Gang</title><content type='html'>Every time I think that&lt;br /&gt;I'm the only one who's lonely&lt;br /&gt;Someone calls on me&lt;br /&gt;And every now and then&lt;br /&gt;I spend my time at rhyme and verse&lt;br /&gt;And curse those faults in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then along comes Mary&lt;br /&gt;And does she want to give me kicks and be my steady chick&lt;br /&gt;And give me pick of memories&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe rather gather tales from all the fails and tribulations&lt;br /&gt;No one ever sees&lt;br /&gt;When we met I was sure out to lunch&lt;br /&gt;Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When vague desire is the fire&lt;br /&gt;In the eyes of chicks whose sickness&lt;br /&gt;Is the games they play&lt;br /&gt;And when the masquerade is played&lt;br /&gt;The neighbor folks make jokes&lt;br /&gt;At who is most to blame today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then along comes Mary&lt;br /&gt;And does she want to set them free and&lt;br /&gt;Let them see reality&lt;br /&gt;From where she got her name&lt;br /&gt;And will they struggle much&lt;br /&gt;when told that such a tender touch of hers&lt;br /&gt;Will make them not the same&lt;br /&gt;When we met I was sure out to lunch&lt;br /&gt;Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the morning of the warning's passed&lt;br /&gt;The gassed and flaccid kids&lt;br /&gt;Are flung across the stars&lt;br /&gt;The psychodramas and the traumas gone&lt;br /&gt;The songs have all been sung&lt;br /&gt;And hung upon the scars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then along comes Mary&lt;br /&gt;And does she want to see the stains,&lt;br /&gt;The dead remains of all the pain&lt;br /&gt;She left the night before&lt;br /&gt;Or will their waking eyes reflect the lies&lt;br /&gt;And make them realize&lt;br /&gt;Their urgent cry for sight no more&lt;br /&gt;When we met I was sure out to lunch&lt;br /&gt;Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet as the punch&lt;br /&gt;Sweet as the punch&lt;br /&gt;Sweet as the punch&lt;br /&gt;Sweet as the punch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sywxzJDeKV4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sywxzJDeKV4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-115637027240820480?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/115637027240820480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/115637027240820480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2006/08/along-comes-mary-bloodhound-gang.html' title='Along Comes Mary - Bloodhound Gang'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-115616569966844652</id><published>2006-08-21T13:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-21T13:08:19.680Z</updated><title type='text'>Alive - Pearl Jam</title><content type='html'>Son, she said, have I got a little story for you&lt;br /&gt;What you thought was your daddy was nothin but a...&lt;br /&gt;While you were sittin home alone at age thirteen&lt;br /&gt;Your real daddy was dyin, sorry you didnt see him, but Im glad we talked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i, oh, Im still alive&lt;br /&gt;Hey, i, i, oh, Im still alive&lt;br /&gt;Hey i, oh, Im still alive&lt;br /&gt;Hey...oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, she walks slowly, across a young mans room&lt;br /&gt;She said Im ready...for you&lt;br /&gt;I cant remember anything to this very day&lt;br /&gt;cept the look, the look...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you know where, now I cant see, I just stare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, Im still alive&lt;br /&gt;Hey i, but, Im still alive&lt;br /&gt;Hey i, boy, Im still alive&lt;br /&gt;Hey i, i, i, Im still alive, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Ooh yeah...yeah yeah yeah...oh...oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is something wrong, she said&lt;br /&gt;Well of course there is&lt;br /&gt;Youre still alive, she said&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and do I deserve to be&lt;br /&gt;Is that the question&lt;br /&gt;And if so...if so...who answers...who answers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, oh, Im still alive&lt;br /&gt;Hey i, oh, Im still alive&lt;br /&gt;Hey i, but, Im still alive&lt;br /&gt;Yeah i, ooh, Im still alive&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-115616569966844652?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/115616569966844652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/115616569966844652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2006/08/alive-pearl-jam.html' title='Alive - Pearl Jam'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-114899314907041808</id><published>2006-05-30T12:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-19T03:53:53.997Z</updated><title type='text'>9. sinfonie - beethoven</title><content type='html'>O Freunde, nicht diese Töne!&lt;br /&gt;Sondern laßt uns angenehmere&lt;br /&gt;anstimmen und freudenvollere.&lt;br /&gt;Freude! Froh Freude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freude, schöner Götterfunken&lt;br /&gt;Tochter aus Elysium,&lt;br /&gt;Wir betreten feuertrunken,&lt;br /&gt;Himmlische, dein Heiligtum!&lt;br /&gt;Deine Zauber binden wieder&lt;br /&gt;Was die Mode streng geteilt;&lt;br /&gt;Alle Menschen werden Brüder,&lt;br /&gt;(Schillers Original:&lt;br /&gt;Was der Mode Schwert geteilt;&lt;br /&gt;Bettler werden Fürstenbrüder,)&lt;br /&gt;Wo dein sanfter Flügel weilt.&lt;br /&gt;Wem der große Wurf gelungen,&lt;br /&gt;Eines Freundes Freund zu sein;&lt;br /&gt;Wer ein holdes Weib errungen,&lt;br /&gt;Mische seinen Jubel ein!&lt;br /&gt;Ja, wer auch nur eine Seele&lt;br /&gt;Sein nennt auf dem Erdenrund!&lt;br /&gt;Und wer's nie gekonnt, der stehle&lt;br /&gt;Weinend sich aus diesem Bund!&lt;br /&gt;Freude trinken alle Wesen&lt;br /&gt;An den Brüsten der Natur;&lt;br /&gt;Alle Guten, alle Bösen&lt;br /&gt;Folgen ihrer Rosenspur.&lt;br /&gt;Küsse gab sie uns und Reben,&lt;br /&gt;Einen Freund, geprüft im Tod;&lt;br /&gt;Wollust ward dem Wurm gegeben,&lt;br /&gt;Und der Cherub steht vor Gott.&lt;br /&gt;Froh, wie seine Sonnen fliegen&lt;br /&gt;Durch des Himmels prächt'gen Plan,&lt;br /&gt;Laufet, Brüder, eure Bahn,&lt;br /&gt;Freudig, wie ein Held zum Siegen.&lt;br /&gt;Seid umschlungen, Millionen!&lt;br /&gt;Diesen Kuß der ganzen Welt!&lt;br /&gt;Brüder, über'm Sternenzelt&lt;br /&gt;Muß ein lieber Vater wohnen.&lt;br /&gt;Ihr stürzt nieder, Millionen?&lt;br /&gt;Ahnest du den Schöpfer, Welt?&lt;br /&gt;Such' ihn über'm Sternenzelt!&lt;br /&gt;Über Sternen muß er wohnen.&lt;br /&gt;Seid umschlungen, Millionen!&lt;br /&gt;Diesen Kuß der ganzen Welt!&lt;br /&gt;Brüder, über'm Sternenzelt&lt;br /&gt;Muß ein lieber Vater wohnen.&lt;br /&gt;Seid umschlungen,&lt;br /&gt;Diesen Kuß der ganzen Welt!&lt;br /&gt;Freude, schöner Götterfunken&lt;br /&gt;Tochter aus Elysium,&lt;br /&gt;Freude, schöner Götterfunken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ca-8zpxnGsE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ca-8zpxnGsE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-114899314907041808?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/114899314907041808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/114899314907041808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2006/05/9-sinfonie-beethoven.html' title='9. sinfonie - beethoven'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-114841354551137299</id><published>2006-05-23T19:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-19T06:01:54.428Z</updated><title type='text'>solo le pido a Dios - león gieco</title><content type='html'>solo le pido a Dios&lt;br /&gt;que el dolor no me sea indiferente,&lt;br /&gt;que la reseca muerte no me encuentre&lt;br /&gt;vacío y solo sin haber hecho lo suficiente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;solo le pido a Dios &lt;br /&gt;que lo injusto no me sea indiferente,&lt;br /&gt;que no me abofeteen la otra mejilla&lt;br /&gt;después que una garra me arañó esta suerte.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;solo le pido a Dios&lt;br /&gt;que la guerra no me sea indiferente,&lt;br /&gt;es un monstruo grande y pisa fuerte&lt;br /&gt;toda la pobre inocencia de la gente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;solo le pido a Dios&lt;br /&gt;que el engaño no me sea indiferente,&lt;br /&gt;si un traidor puede mas que unos cuantos,&lt;br /&gt;que esos cuantos no lo olviden fácilmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;solo le pido a Dios&lt;br /&gt;que el futuro no me sea indiferente,&lt;br /&gt;desahuciado está el que tiene que marchar &lt;br /&gt;a vivir una cultura diferente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;solo le pido a Dios&lt;br /&gt;que la guerra no me sea indiferente,&lt;br /&gt;es un monstruo grande y pisa fuerte &lt;br /&gt;toda la pobre inocencia de la gente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qhvWwBjmlsQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qhvWwBjmlsQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-114804033962793908</id><published>2006-05-19T12:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-19T03:56:29.912Z</updated><title type='text'>strange fruit - billie holiday</title><content type='html'>Southern trees bearing strange fruits&lt;br /&gt;Blood on the leaves, blood at the roots&lt;br /&gt;Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze&lt;br /&gt;There are strange fruits hanging from the poplar trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastoral scene of the gallant south&lt;br /&gt;Them big, bulging eyes and the twisted mouth&lt;br /&gt;Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh&lt;br /&gt;Then the sudden smell of burning flesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck&lt;br /&gt;For the rain to gather, for the winds to suck&lt;br /&gt;For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop&lt;br /&gt;Here is a strange and bitter crop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h4ZyuULy9zs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h4ZyuULy9zs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-114804033962793908?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/114804033962793908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/114804033962793908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2006/05/strange-fruit-billie-holiday.html' title='strange fruit - billie holiday'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-114799570188734189</id><published>2006-05-18T23:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-19T05:55:40.468Z</updated><title type='text'>the incredible change of our alien - the notwist</title><content type='html'>one day he woke up and he was ill&lt;br /&gt;he tried to be like us&lt;br /&gt;he tried to kill all our friends&lt;br /&gt;we locked him in a cage but he was still&lt;br /&gt;loud and so we left&lt;br /&gt;we don´t know him anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we heard of him in 1985&lt;br /&gt;he attacked three people with a knife&lt;br /&gt;when he died we didn´t shed a tear&lt;br /&gt;this alien was ill.&lt;br /&gt;we don´t love him anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was nice to watch him play&lt;br /&gt;with the big toys&lt;br /&gt;we never thought he could be so cruel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never watched him play with the big toys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-114799570188734189?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/114799570188734189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/114799570188734189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2006/05/incredible-change-of-our-alien-notwist.html' title='the incredible change of our alien - the notwist'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-114772934458459148</id><published>2006-05-15T21:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-19T05:57:00.738Z</updated><title type='text'>jesus built my hotrod - ministry</title><content type='html'>soon I discovered that this rock thing was true&lt;br /&gt;jerry lee lewis was the devil&lt;br /&gt;jesus was an architect previous to his career as a prophet&lt;br /&gt;all of a sudden, I found myself in love with the world&lt;br /&gt;so there was only one thing that I could do&lt;br /&gt;was ding a ding dang my dang a long ling long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ding dang a dong bong bing bong&lt;br /&gt;ticky ticky thought of a gun&lt;br /&gt;everytime I try to do it all now baby&lt;br /&gt;am I on the run&lt;br /&gt;why why why why why baby&lt;br /&gt;if it's so evil then?&lt;br /&gt;give me my time, with all my power&lt;br /&gt;give it to me all again (wow)&lt;br /&gt;ding a ding a dang a dong dong ding dong&lt;br /&gt;every where I go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime you tell me baby&lt;br /&gt;when I settle down&lt;br /&gt;got to get me a trailer park&lt;br /&gt;and hold my world around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why why why why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ding ding donga dong dong ding dong&lt;br /&gt;dingy dingy sono f a gun&lt;br /&gt;half my time I tell you baby&lt;br /&gt;never am I all for sure&lt;br /&gt;why why why why why baby&lt;br /&gt;sicky sicky from within&lt;br /&gt;wverytime I stick my finger on in ya&lt;br /&gt;you're a wild wild little town bitch&lt;br /&gt;now how 'bout ding a dang dong dong dong ling long&lt;br /&gt;dingy a dingy dong a down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime you tell me baby&lt;br /&gt;when I settle down&lt;br /&gt;got to get me a trailer park&lt;br /&gt;and hold my world around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why why why why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my dang a ding a ding a ding dong&lt;br /&gt;a sticky sticky son of a gun&lt;br /&gt;ding a danga danga dong dong ding dong&lt;br /&gt;why why never know&lt;br /&gt;why why wack a dong a dang ding dong&lt;br /&gt;then you take it on the bill&lt;br /&gt;ding dang dong don't dong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna love ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why why why, why why darling&lt;br /&gt;do you do you tell me to play?&lt;br /&gt;half the time I talk about it all now baby&lt;br /&gt;you know what I'm talkin' about I said&lt;br /&gt;why why why it'll&lt;br /&gt;ticky ticky ticky ticky&lt;br /&gt;son of a gun&lt;br /&gt;ding ding dong a bong bong bing bong&lt;br /&gt;ticky ticky thought of a gun&lt;br /&gt;bing bing bang a bang a bang bing bong bing a bing bang a bong&lt;br /&gt;binga bing a bang a bong bong bing bong bing banga bong&lt;br /&gt;bing bing bang a bong bong bing bing binga binga banga bong&lt;br /&gt;bing bing bang a bang bang bing bong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aarrrhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ding dang a dang bong bing bong&lt;br /&gt;ticky ticky thought of a gun&lt;br /&gt;everytime I try to do it all now baby&lt;br /&gt;am I on the run&lt;br /&gt;why why why&lt;br /&gt;it'll ticky ticky ticky ticky ticky ticky&lt;br /&gt;dawn of a gun&lt;br /&gt;bing bing bang a bong a bong bing bang a&lt;br /&gt;ticky ticky thought of a gun&lt;br /&gt;bing bip bip a bop bop boom bam&lt;br /&gt;ticky ticky through the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you got a doubt 'bout baby&lt;br /&gt;the memory is on the bed&lt;br /&gt;why why why why why&lt;br /&gt;darlin' uh it don't know&lt;br /&gt;when my time is on&lt;br /&gt;might tell me never do it on his own&lt;br /&gt;if my time was all as is yours&lt;br /&gt;make me burn a wish&lt;br /&gt;when my time with you is brutish&lt;br /&gt;no I'll never not ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why why why why why why baby heavy hell&lt;br /&gt;alone and it's here it's this thunder&lt;br /&gt;the thunder oh thunder&lt;br /&gt;Oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jesus built my car&lt;br /&gt;it's a love affair&lt;br /&gt;mainly jesus and my hot rod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, fuck it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wtA05yLqjyc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wtA05yLqjyc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-114772934458459148?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/114772934458459148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/114772934458459148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2006/05/jesus-built-my-hotrod-ministry.html' title='jesus built my hotrod - ministry'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-114413642309972320</id><published>2006-04-04T07:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-04T07:40:23.116Z</updated><title type='text'>the package - a perfect cicle</title><content type='html'>the package&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clever got me this far&lt;br /&gt;then tricky got me in&lt;br /&gt;eye on what i'm after&lt;br /&gt;I don't need another friend&lt;br /&gt;smile and drop the cliche&lt;br /&gt;'till you think I'm listening&lt;br /&gt;I take just what I came for&lt;br /&gt;then I'm out the door again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peripheral on the package&lt;br /&gt;don't care to settle in&lt;br /&gt;time to feed the monster&lt;br /&gt;I don't need another friend&lt;br /&gt;comfort is a mystery&lt;br /&gt;crawling out of my own skin&lt;br /&gt;just give me what I came for,&lt;br /&gt;then I'm out the door again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lie to get what I came for&lt;br /&gt;lie to get just what I need&lt;br /&gt;lie to get what I crave&lt;br /&gt;lie and smile to get what's mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eye on what i'm after&lt;br /&gt;I don't need another friend&lt;br /&gt;nod and watch your lips move&lt;br /&gt;if you need me to pretend&lt;br /&gt;because clever got me this far&lt;br /&gt;then tricky got me in&lt;br /&gt;I'll take just what I came for&lt;br /&gt;then I'm out the door again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lie to get what I came for&lt;br /&gt;lie to get what I need now&lt;br /&gt;lie to get what I'm craving&lt;br /&gt;lie and smile to get what's mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give this to me&lt;br /&gt;mine, mine, mine&lt;br /&gt;take what's mine&lt;br /&gt;mine, mine, mine&lt;br /&gt;take what's mine&lt;br /&gt;mine, mine, mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lie to get what I came for&lt;br /&gt;lie to get what I need now&lt;br /&gt;lie to get what I'm craving&lt;br /&gt;lie to smile and get what's mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give this to me&lt;br /&gt;take what's mine&lt;br /&gt;mine, mine, mine&lt;br /&gt;take what's mine&lt;br /&gt;give this to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take what's mine,&lt;br /&gt;take what's mine, mine...&lt;br /&gt;take what's mine,&lt;br /&gt;take what's mine,&lt;br /&gt;take what's mine,&lt;br /&gt;this is mine, mine, mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-114413642309972320?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/114413642309972320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/114413642309972320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2006/04/package-perfect-cicle.html' title='the package - a perfect cicle'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-114345805175509879</id><published>2006-03-27T11:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-19T04:03:09.652Z</updated><title type='text'>liar - rollins band</title><content type='html'>You think you’re going to live your life alone&lt;br /&gt;In darkness and seclusion... yeah, I know&lt;br /&gt;You’ve been out there and tried to mix with those animals&lt;br /&gt;And it just left you full of humiliated confusion&lt;br /&gt;So you stagger back home and wait for nothing&lt;br /&gt;But the solitary refinement of your room spits you back onto the streets&lt;br /&gt;And now you’re desperate and in need of human contact&lt;br /&gt;And then you meet me and yur whole world changes&lt;br /&gt;Because everything I say is everything you’ve ever wanted to hear&lt;br /&gt;So you drop all you defenses, I’m perfect in every way&lt;br /&gt;’cause I make you feel so strong and so powerfull inside&lt;br /&gt;You feel so lucky&lt;br /&gt;But your ego obscures reality that you never bothered to&lt;br /&gt;Wonder why things are going so well&lt;br /&gt;You want to know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fxrd_jZJxkg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fxrd_jZJxkg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;’cause I’m a liar, yeah, I’m a liar&lt;br /&gt;I’ll tear (rip) your mind up, I’ll burn your soul&lt;br /&gt;I’ll turn you into me, I’ll turn you into me&lt;br /&gt;’cause I’m a liar, a liar, a liar, a liar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll hide behind a smile and understanding eyes&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll tell you things that you already know so you can say:&lt;br /&gt;I really identify with you, so much&lt;br /&gt;And all the time that you’re needing me is just the time&lt;br /&gt;That I’m bleeding you, don’t you get it yet?&lt;br /&gt;I’ll come to you like an affliction then I’ll leave you like an addiction&lt;br /&gt;You’ll never forget me... wou wanna know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why I feel the need to lie and cause you so much pain&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s something inside, maybe it’s something I can’t explain&lt;br /&gt;’cause all I do is mess you up and lie to you&lt;br /&gt;I’m a liar, ooh, I’m a liar&lt;br /&gt;But if you’ll give me another chance I swear I’ll never lie to you again&lt;br /&gt;’cause now I see the destructive power of a lie,&lt;br /&gt;They’re stronger than truth&lt;br /&gt;I ca’t believe I ever hurt you, I swear I will never lie to you again&lt;br /&gt;Please, just give me more chance, I’ll never lie to you again, no,&lt;br /&gt;I swear, I will never tell a lie, I will neer tell a lie, no, no&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! sucker! sucker! sucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a liar, yeah, I am a liar, yeah, I am a liar&lt;br /&gt;I lie you, I feel good, I am a liar, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I lie x4 ooh, I lie, yeah, I lie&lt;br /&gt;I’m a liar, I lie, I like it, I feel good, I like it, and again&lt;br /&gt;I like it again and I’ll keep lying, I’ll promise&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-114345805175509879?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/114345805175509879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/114345805175509879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2006/03/liar-rollins-band.html' title='liar - rollins band'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-114103254625369671</id><published>2006-02-27T09:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-27T09:29:07.043Z</updated><title type='text'>ich weiss nicht - die ärzte</title><content type='html'>vor zwei wochen hab' ich dich zum ersten mal gesehen&lt;br /&gt;du warst so betrunken, du konntest kaum noch stehen&lt;br /&gt;aus Mitleid hab' ich dich nach haus gebracht&lt;br /&gt;du sagtest zärtlich: "mein schatz, gute nacht"&lt;br /&gt;"mein schatz", hast du gesagt, vielleicht war's nur ein scherz,&lt;br /&gt;amors pfeil durchbohrte mein herz&lt;br /&gt;jetzt weiss ich nicht, was ich denken soll,&lt;br /&gt;ist es wirklich liebe, oder finde ich dich nur toll?&lt;br /&gt;ich weiss nicht, ob es liebe ist,&lt;br /&gt;wenn man nicht mehr trinkt und isst&lt;br /&gt;wenn man etwas hört und es sofort vergisst,&lt;br /&gt;ich weiss nicht, ob das liebe ist&lt;br /&gt;am nächsten tag habe ich dich besucht,&lt;br /&gt;als das bier alle war, hast du laut geflucht&lt;br /&gt;du lagst auf dem bett und warst ziemlich breit,&lt;br /&gt;aber immerhin waren wir allein zu zweit&lt;br /&gt;ich wollte mit dir reden über deine frisur,&lt;br /&gt;und über liebe, aber du lachtest nur&lt;br /&gt;jetzt weiss ich nicht, was ich denken soll,&lt;br /&gt;ist es wirklich liebe, oder finde ich dich nur toll?&lt;br /&gt;ich weiss nicht ob es liebe ist,&lt;br /&gt;wenn man alle frauen an einer misst&lt;br /&gt;wenn man an eine denkt und eine andere küsst,&lt;br /&gt;ich weiss nicht, ob es liebe ist&lt;br /&gt;ich weiss nicht, ob es liebe ist,&lt;br /&gt;wenn man beim pinkeln städig neben's becken pisst&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-114103254625369671?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/114103254625369671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/114103254625369671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2006/02/ich-weiss-nicht-die-rzte.html' title='ich weiss nicht - die ärzte'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-114078137482861815</id><published>2006-02-24T11:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-27T08:53:50.213Z</updated><title type='text'>a new england - billy bragg</title><content type='html'>i was twenty one years when I wrote this song&lt;br /&gt;i'm twenty two now, but I won't be for long&lt;br /&gt;people ask me when will you grow up to be a man&lt;br /&gt;but all the girls I loved at school are already pushing prams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loved you then as I love you still&lt;br /&gt;tho I put you on a pedestal,&lt;br /&gt;they put you on the pill&lt;br /&gt;i don't feel bad about letting you go&lt;br /&gt;i just feel sad about letting you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to change the world&lt;br /&gt;i'm not looking for a new england&lt;br /&gt;i'm just looking for another girl&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to change the world&lt;br /&gt;i'm not looking for a new england&lt;br /&gt;i'm just looking for another girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loved the words you wrote to me&lt;br /&gt;but that was bloody yesterday&lt;br /&gt;i can't survive on what you send&lt;br /&gt;every time you need a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw two shooting stars last night&lt;br /&gt;i wished on them but they were only satellites&lt;br /&gt;is it wrong to wish on space hardware&lt;br /&gt;i wish, I wish, I wish you'd care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to change the world&lt;br /&gt;i'm not looking for a new england&lt;br /&gt;i'm just looking for another girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-114078137482861815?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/114078137482861815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/114078137482861815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2006/02/new-england-billy-bragg.html' title='a new england - billy bragg'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-111658723610478832</id><published>2005-05-20T11:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-05-20T11:07:16.110Z</updated><title type='text'>darf ich das behalten? - wir sind helden</title><content type='html'>bitte darf ich das behalten&lt;br /&gt;behalt meine alten träume&lt;br /&gt;kannst sie verwalten wie du willst&lt;br /&gt;halt die welt in deiner gewalt&lt;br /&gt;aber nimm deine kalten hände&lt;br /&gt;von meiner hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ich geb dir meinen verstand dafür&lt;br /&gt;ich geb dir mein wort ich will&lt;br /&gt;für immer stumm sein aber&lt;br /&gt;nimm das nicht fort von mir&lt;br /&gt;ich weiß du nimmst alles&lt;br /&gt;was du willst zu dir&lt;br /&gt;aber das hier bleibt hier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darf ich das behalten&lt;br /&gt;ich geb alles her&lt;br /&gt;darf ich das behalten&lt;br /&gt;ich brauche nichts mehr&lt;br /&gt;darf ich das behalten&lt;br /&gt;ich brauche nichts mehr als das&lt;br /&gt;ich brauche nichts mehr als das&lt;br /&gt;ich brauche nichts mehr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darf ich das behalten&lt;br /&gt;ich habs gefunden&lt;br /&gt;zerknittert und scheu&lt;br /&gt;saß es zwischen zwei stunden&lt;br /&gt;bevor alles neu war&lt;br /&gt;und zwischen zwei blicken&lt;br /&gt;zwei schritten im sand&lt;br /&gt;fand ich’s in meiner hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ich geb dir meinen verstand dafür&lt;br /&gt;ich geb dir mein wort ich will&lt;br /&gt;für immer stumm sein aber&lt;br /&gt;nimm das nicht fort von mir&lt;br /&gt;ich weiß du nimmst alles&lt;br /&gt;was du willst zu dir&lt;br /&gt;aber das hier bleibt hier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darf ich das behalten&lt;br /&gt;ich habs gefunden&lt;br /&gt;zerschunden und lahm&lt;br /&gt;hab seine wunden verbunden&lt;br /&gt;und jetzt ist es zahm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siehst du es findet den weg nicht mehr&lt;br /&gt;ich kann seine sprache ich&lt;br /&gt;lauf hinter ihm her und dann&lt;br /&gt;läuft es mir nach und ich&lt;br /&gt;halt es geborgen in meiner hand&lt;br /&gt;schlaf bis zum morgen&lt;br /&gt;mit dem rücken zur wand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ich geb dir meinen verstand dafür&lt;br /&gt;ich geb dir mein wort&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-111658723610478832?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/111658723610478832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/111658723610478832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2005/05/darf-ich-das-behalten-wir-sind-helden.html' title='darf ich das behalten? - wir sind helden'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-111460953789711934</id><published>2005-04-27T13:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-05-20T11:00:42.250Z</updated><title type='text'>irgendwie, irgendwo, irgendwann - nena</title><content type='html'>im sturz durch raum und zeit&lt;br /&gt;richtung unendlichkeit,&lt;br /&gt;fliegen wir wie motten in das licht,&lt;br /&gt;genau wie du und ich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;irgendwie fängt irgendwann&lt;br /&gt;irgendwo die zukunft an,&lt;br /&gt;ich warte nicht mehr lang.&lt;br /&gt;liebe wird aus mut gemacht,&lt;br /&gt;denk nicht lange drüber nach,&lt;br /&gt;wir fahrn auf feuerrädern&lt;br /&gt;richtung zukunft in die nacht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gib mir die hand,&lt;br /&gt;ich bau dir ein schloß aus sand,&lt;br /&gt;irgendwie, irgendwo, irgendwann.&lt;br /&gt;die Zeit ist reif für ein bißchen zärtlichkeit,&lt;br /&gt;irgendwie, irgendwo, irgendwann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im Sturz durch zeit und raum&lt;br /&gt;erwacht aus einem traum&lt;br /&gt;nur ein kurzer augenblick,&lt;br /&gt;dann kehrt die nacht zurück.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gib mir die hand,&lt;br /&gt;ich bau dir ein schloß aus sand,&lt;br /&gt;irgendwie, irgendwo, irgendwann.&lt;br /&gt;die Zeit ist reif für ein bißchen zärtlichkeit,&lt;br /&gt;irgendwie, irgendwo, irgendwann.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-111460953789711934?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/111460953789711934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/111460953789711934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2005/04/irgendwie-irgendwo-irgendwann-nena.html' title='irgendwie, irgendwo, irgendwann - nena'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-111395016275496765</id><published>2005-04-19T22:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-04-19T22:36:02.756Z</updated><title type='text'>losing my religion - r.e.m.</title><content type='html'>Life is bigger&lt;br /&gt;It's bigger than you&lt;br /&gt;And you are not me&lt;br /&gt;The lengths that I will go to&lt;br /&gt;The distance in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Oh no I've said too much&lt;br /&gt;I set it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me in the corner&lt;br /&gt;That's me in the spotlight&lt;br /&gt;Losing my religion&lt;br /&gt;Trying to keep up with you&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know if I can do it&lt;br /&gt;Oh no I've said too much&lt;br /&gt;I haven't said enough&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I heard you laughing&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I heard you sing&lt;br /&gt;I think I thought I saw you try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every whisper&lt;br /&gt;Of every waking hour I'm&lt;br /&gt;Choosing my confessions&lt;br /&gt;Trying to keep an eye on you&lt;br /&gt;Like a hurt lost and blinded fool&lt;br /&gt;Oh no I've said too much&lt;br /&gt;I set it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider this&lt;br /&gt;The hint of the century&lt;br /&gt;Consider this&lt;br /&gt;The slip that brought me&lt;br /&gt;To my knees failed&lt;br /&gt;What if all these fantasies&lt;br /&gt;Come flailing around&lt;br /&gt;Now I've said too much&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I heard you laughing&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I heard you sing&lt;br /&gt;I think I thought I saw you try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was just a dream&lt;br /&gt;That was just a dream&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-111395016275496765?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/111395016275496765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/111395016275496765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2005/04/losing-my-religion-rem.html' title='losing my religion - r.e.m.'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-111280643570616471</id><published>2005-04-06T16:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-19T05:13:28.591Z</updated><title type='text'>let go - frou frou</title><content type='html'>drink up baby down&lt;br /&gt;are you in or are you out?&lt;br /&gt;leave your things behind&lt;br /&gt;'cause it's all going off without you&lt;br /&gt;excuse me too busy you're writing a tragedy&lt;br /&gt;these mess-ups&lt;br /&gt;you bubble-wrap&lt;br /&gt;when you've no idea what you're like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, let go&lt;br /&gt;so, let go&lt;br /&gt;jump in&lt;br /&gt;oh well, what you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;it's all right&lt;br /&gt;'cause there's beauty in the breakdown&lt;br /&gt;so, let go&lt;br /&gt;so, let go&lt;br /&gt;just get in&lt;br /&gt;oh, it's so amazing here&lt;br /&gt;it's all right&lt;br /&gt;'cause there's beauty in the breakdown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it gains the more it gives&lt;br /&gt;and then advances with the form&lt;br /&gt;so, honey, back for more&lt;br /&gt;can't you see that all the stuff's essential?&lt;br /&gt;such boundless pleasure&lt;br /&gt;we've no time for later&lt;br /&gt;now you can wait&lt;br /&gt;you roll your eyes&lt;br /&gt;we've twenty seconds to comply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, let go&lt;br /&gt;so, let go&lt;br /&gt;jump in&lt;br /&gt;oh well, what you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;it's all right&lt;br /&gt;'cause there's beauty in the breakdown&lt;br /&gt;so, let go&lt;br /&gt;so, let go&lt;br /&gt;just get in &lt;br /&gt;oh, it's so amazing here&lt;br /&gt;it's all right&lt;br /&gt;'cause there's beauty in the breakdown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VVXtawJXcbg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VVXtawJXcbg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-111280643570616471?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/111280643570616471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/111280643570616471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2005/04/let-go-frou-frou.html' title='let go - frou frou'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-111275316191161072</id><published>2005-04-06T01:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-04-21T12:14:41.376Z</updated><title type='text'>such great heights - the postal service / [iron and wine]</title><content type='html'>i am thinking it's a sign &lt;br /&gt;that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images &lt;br /&gt;and when we kiss they're perfectly aligned&lt;br /&gt;and i have to speculate&lt;br /&gt;that god himself did make us into corresponding&lt;br /&gt;shapes like puzzle pieces from the clay&lt;br /&gt;and true, it may seem like a stretch, &lt;br /&gt;but it's thoughts like this that catch my troubled head &lt;br /&gt;when you're away when i am missing you to death&lt;br /&gt;when you are out there on the road &lt;br /&gt;for several weeks of shows and when you scan the radio, &lt;br /&gt;[oh] i hope this song will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they will see us waving from such great heights,&lt;br /&gt;"come down now," they'll say&lt;br /&gt;but everything looks perfect from far away,&lt;br /&gt;"come down now," but we'll stay...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i tried my best to leave &lt;br /&gt;this all on your machine &lt;br /&gt;but the persistent beat it sounded thin upon listening&lt;br /&gt;and that frankly will not fly. &lt;br /&gt;you will hear the shrillest highs and lowest lows &lt;br /&gt;with your windows down when this is guiding you home&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they will see us waving from such great heights,&lt;br /&gt;"come down now," they'll say&lt;br /&gt;but everything looks perfect from far away,&lt;br /&gt;"come down now," but we'll stay...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-111275316191161072?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/111275316191161072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/111275316191161072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2005/04/such-great-heights-postal-service-iron.html' title='such great heights - the postal service / [iron and wine]'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-111140445929311588</id><published>2005-03-21T11:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-21T11:27:39.293Z</updated><title type='text'>de vuelta y vuelta - jarabe de palo</title><content type='html'>hoy el mundo ha dao una vuelta&lt;br /&gt;pero nadie me ha avisao&lt;br /&gt;hoy el tiempo me ha pillao&lt;br /&gt;con un lío en la cabeza.&lt;br /&gt;tirao en la cama&lt;br /&gt;con ganas de nada&lt;br /&gt;hoy el tiempo se ha parao&lt;br /&gt;en la hora que no era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoy el mundo ha dao una vuelta&lt;br /&gt;pero no me ha preguntao&lt;br /&gt;hoy estoy desafinao&lt;br /&gt;hoy estoy de calavera.&lt;br /&gt;y el alma partida&lt;br /&gt;la pena encendida&lt;br /&gt;en la acera me he sentao&lt;br /&gt;a esperar la primavera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;primavera que no llega...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoy el mundo ha dao otra vuelta&lt;br /&gt;pero no me ha despertao&lt;br /&gt;hoy me levanté girao&lt;br /&gt;hoy me levanté de vuelta.&lt;br /&gt;de capa caida&lt;br /&gt;peleao con la vida&lt;br /&gt;hoy no estoy pa nadie&lt;br /&gt;hoy estoy de vuelta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de vuelta de todo&lt;br /&gt;de vuelta de nada&lt;br /&gt;de vuelta y vuelta&lt;br /&gt;tan joven y de vuelta...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-111140445929311588?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/111140445929311588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/111140445929311588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2005/03/de-vuelta-y-vuelta-jarabe-de-palo.html' title='de vuelta y vuelta - jarabe de palo'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-111040406507417468</id><published>2005-03-09T21:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-09T21:34:25.076Z</updated><title type='text'>Father and Son - Cat Stevans</title><content type='html'>Father&lt;br /&gt;It's not time to make a change,&lt;br /&gt;Just relax, take it easy.&lt;br /&gt;You're still young, that's your fault,&lt;br /&gt;There's so much you have to know.&lt;br /&gt;Find a girl, settle down,&lt;br /&gt;If you want you can marry.&lt;br /&gt;Look at me, I am old, but I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was once like you are now, and I know that it's not easy,&lt;br /&gt;To be calm when you've found something going on.&lt;br /&gt;But take your time, think a lot,&lt;br /&gt;Why, think of everything you've got.&lt;br /&gt;For you will still be here tomorrow, but your dreams may not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son&lt;br /&gt;How can I try to explain, when I do he turns away again.&lt;br /&gt;It's always been the same, same old story.&lt;br /&gt;From the moment I could talk I was ordered to listen.&lt;br /&gt;Now there's a way and I know that I have to go away.&lt;br /&gt;I know I have to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father&lt;br /&gt;It's not time to make a change,&lt;br /&gt;Just sit down, take it slowly.&lt;br /&gt;You're still young, that's your fault,&lt;br /&gt;There's so much you have to go through.&lt;br /&gt;Find a girl, settle down,&lt;br /&gt;if you want you can marry.&lt;br /&gt;Look at me, I am old, but I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son&lt;br /&gt;All the times that I cried, keeping all the things I knew inside,&lt;br /&gt;It's hard, but it's harder to ignore it.&lt;br /&gt;If they were right, I'd agree, but it's them you know not me.&lt;br /&gt;Now there's a way and I know that I have to go away.&lt;br /&gt;I know I have to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-111040406507417468?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/111040406507417468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/111040406507417468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2005/03/father-and-son-cat-stevans.html' title='Father and Son - Cat Stevans'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-110489005948555633</id><published>2005-01-05T01:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-19T04:14:30.783Z</updated><title type='text'>Black Betty - Ram Jam</title><content type='html'>Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Black Betty had a child (Bam-ba-Lam)&lt;br /&gt;The damn thing gone wild (Bam-ba-Lam)&lt;br /&gt;She said, "I'm worryin' outta mind" (Bam-ba-Lam)&lt;br /&gt;The damn thing gone blind (Bam-ba-Lam)&lt;br /&gt;I said Oh, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oh, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;She really gets me high (Bam-ba-Lam)&lt;br /&gt;You know that's no lie (Bam-ba-Lam)&lt;br /&gt;She's so rock steady (Bam-ba-Lam)&lt;br /&gt;And she's always ready (Bam-ba-Lam)&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's from Birmingham (Bam-ba-Lam)&lt;br /&gt;Way down in Alabam' (Bam-ba-Lam)&lt;br /&gt;Well, she's shakin' that thing (Bam-ba-Lam)&lt;br /&gt;Boy, she makes me sing (Bam-ba-Lam)&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, Black Betty&lt;br /&gt;BAM-BA-LAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original von &lt;a href="http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leadbelly"&gt;Leadbelly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lMLnDuzgkjo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lMLnDuzgkjo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-110489005948555633?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/110489005948555633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/110489005948555633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2005/01/black-betty-ram-jam.html' title='Black Betty - Ram Jam'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-110030578407890821</id><published>2004-11-13T01:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-13T00:29:44.080Z</updated><title type='text'>Logical Song - Supertramp</title><content type='html'>When I was young&lt;br /&gt;It seemed that life was so wonderful&lt;br /&gt;A miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical&lt;br /&gt;And all the birds in the trees&lt;br /&gt;Well they'd be singing so happily&lt;br /&gt;Oh joyfully, oh playfully watching me&lt;br /&gt;But then they sent me away&lt;br /&gt;To teach me how to be sensible&lt;br /&gt;Logical, oh responsible, practical&lt;br /&gt;And then they showed me a world&lt;br /&gt;Where I could be so dependable&lt;br /&gt;Oh clinical, oh intellectual, cynical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when all the world's asleep&lt;br /&gt;The questions run too deep&lt;br /&gt;For such a simple man&lt;br /&gt;Won't you please, please tell me what we've learned&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds absurd&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: Now watch what you say&lt;br /&gt;Or they'll be calling you a radical&lt;br /&gt;A liberal, oh fanatical, criminal&lt;br /&gt;Oh won't you sign up your name&lt;br /&gt;We'd like to feel you're acceptable, &lt;br /&gt;respectable, oh presentable, a vegetable&lt;br /&gt;whoa (tick tick tick yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at night when all the world's asleep&lt;br /&gt;The questions run so deep&lt;br /&gt;For such a simple man&lt;br /&gt;Won't you please, please tell me what we've learned&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds absurd&lt;br /&gt;But please tell me who I am, who I am, who I am, who I am &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-110030578407890821?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/110030578407890821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/110030578407890821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2004/11/logical-song-supertramp.html' title='Logical Song - Supertramp'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-110012521705337053</id><published>2004-11-10T22:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-10T22:22:00.706Z</updated><title type='text'>Beatboxrocker - Westbam</title><content type='html'>I'm a Beat-Box-Rocker, &lt;br /&gt;and you're dancing to my beat.&lt;br /&gt;And you're dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-110012521705337053?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/110012521705337053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/110012521705337053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2004/11/beatboxrocker-westbam.html' title='Beatboxrocker - Westbam'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-110012480044000845</id><published>2004-11-10T22:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-10T22:13:20.440Z</updated><title type='text'>Where is My Mind - Pixies</title><content type='html'>Ooooooh - stop&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; With your feet in the air and your head on the ground&lt;br /&gt; Try this trick and spin it, yeah&lt;br /&gt; Your head will collapse&lt;br /&gt; But there's nothing in it &lt;br /&gt; And you'll ask yourself&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Where is my mind [3x]&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Way out in the water&lt;br /&gt; See it swimmin'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I was swimmin' in the Carribean&lt;br /&gt; Animals were hiding behind the rocks&lt;br /&gt; Except the little fish&lt;br /&gt; But they told me, he swears&lt;br /&gt; Tryin' to talk to me to me to me&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Where is my mind [3x]&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Way out in the water&lt;br /&gt; See it swimmin' ?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; With your feet in the air and your head on the ground&lt;br /&gt; Try this trick and spin it, yeah&lt;br /&gt; Your head will collapse&lt;br /&gt; If there's nothing in it &lt;br /&gt; And you'll ask yourself&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Where is my mind [3x]&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Ooooh&lt;br /&gt; With your feet in the air and your head on the ground&lt;br /&gt; Ooooh&lt;br /&gt; Try this trick and spin it, yeah&lt;br /&gt; Ooooh&lt;br /&gt; Ooooh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-110012480044000845?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/110012480044000845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/110012480044000845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2004/11/where-is-my-mind-pixies.html' title='Where is My Mind - Pixies'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-110012368197227305</id><published>2004-11-10T21:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-10T21:54:41.973Z</updated><title type='text'>Ihr Lieben 68er - Peter Licht</title><content type='html'>hr lieben Achtundsechziger &lt;br /&gt;Ihr lieben Achtundsechziger &lt;br /&gt;Ihr lieben Achtundsechziger &lt;br /&gt;Danke für Alles - Ihr dürft gehn &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ihr lieben Achtundsechziger &lt;br /&gt;Ihr lieben Achtundsechziger &lt;br /&gt;Jedes Böhnchen marschiert durch ein Institutiönchen &lt;br /&gt;Danke für Alles - Ihr dürft jetzt gehn &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Aber bitte ruft uns &lt;br /&gt;Aber bitte ruft uns &lt;br /&gt;Aber bitte ruft uns nicht an &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Und macht euch noch eine schöne Zeit &lt;br /&gt;Und erzählt euch untereinander wie das alles so war &lt;br /&gt;Ihr könnt auch einen Dia-Abend machen &lt;br /&gt;Einen Dia-Abend von der Revolution &lt;br /&gt;Und da sitzt ihr dann alle &lt;br /&gt;Und erzählt euch untereinander wie das alles so war &lt;br /&gt;Bildet Netzwerke für eure Dia-Abende! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Aber bitte ruft uns &lt;br /&gt;Aber bitte ruft uns &lt;br /&gt;Aber bitte ruft uns nicht an &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ihr könnt euch auch eure Poesie-Alben zeigen &lt;br /&gt;Aus den tollen Tagen &lt;br /&gt;Oder eure alten Hosen &lt;br /&gt;Ihr könnt machen was ihr wollt &lt;br /&gt;Ihr habt euch ja befreit &lt;br /&gt;Ja ihr habt euch befreit &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Aber bitte ruft uns &lt;br /&gt;Aber bitte ruft uns &lt;br /&gt;Aber bitte ruft uns nicht an &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Wir rufen an &lt;br /&gt;Vielleicht rufen wir an &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Wir rufen an &lt;br /&gt;Vielleicht rufen wir an &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Wir rufen an &lt;br /&gt;Vielleicht rufen wir an &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Wir rufen an &lt;br /&gt;Vielleicht rufen wir an &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Wir rufen an &lt;br /&gt;Vielleicht rufen wir an &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Vielleicht... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-110012368197227305?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/110012368197227305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/110012368197227305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2004/11/ihr-lieben-68er-peter-licht.html' title='Ihr Lieben 68er - Peter Licht'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-110012351326810155</id><published>2004-11-10T21:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-10T21:51:53.266Z</updated><title type='text'>Die transsylvanische Verwandte ist da - Peter Licht</title><content type='html'>Die transsylvanische Verwandte its da&lt;br /&gt;Die Vöglein singen tralalala&lt;br /&gt;Wusste gar nicht, dass ich dort Verwandtschaft hab.&lt;br /&gt;Eines Tages stand sie vor der Tür&lt;br /&gt;Sie lächelt scheu und redet manchmal leise mit sich selber&lt;br /&gt;und isst nichts anderes als Fleisch und das auch nur, wenn es noch blutig ist&lt;br /&gt;Wir sahen uns an- sie mit ihren gelben Augen und dem starken Überbiss&lt;br /&gt;Sie starrte mir auf den Hals&lt;br /&gt;ich hab sie reingelassen&lt;br /&gt;(Blut ist eben dicker als Wasser)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die transsylvanische Verwandte ist da&lt;br /&gt;die Vöglein singen tralalala&lt;br /&gt;Die transsylvanische Verwandte ist da&lt;br /&gt;Die Vöglein singen tralalalalalalalalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich gab ihr das Gästezimmer in dem sie sich ausschlief&lt;br /&gt;Man hörte nur das Kratzen von Nägeln auf Holz&lt;br /&gt;Nach drei Tagen ist sie dann aufgestnaden&lt;br /&gt;Sie saß schon am Tisch als ich morgens in die Küche kam&lt;br /&gt;Ich fragte sie, was sie frühstücken will und sie sagte Fleisch- im Inneren ein wenig blutig und&lt;br /&gt;schweren roten süßen dicken Wein&lt;br /&gt;Ich hab ihr was gebraten und sie aß es wie eine Amsel&lt;br /&gt;Sie lächelte scheu und sah etwas blaß aus&lt;br /&gt;Dann ließ sie den Wein unter ihren Überbiss laufen&lt;br /&gt;und Farbe kam zurück in ihr Gesicht&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die transsylvanische Verwandte ist da&lt;br /&gt;Die Vöglein singen tralalala&lt;br /&gt;Die transsylvanische Verwandte ist da&lt;br /&gt;die Vöglein singen Tralalalalalalalalala&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-110012351326810155?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/110012351326810155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/110012351326810155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2004/11/die-transsylvanische-verwandte-ist-da.html' title='Die transsylvanische Verwandte ist da - Peter Licht'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-110012249724738035</id><published>2004-11-10T21:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-10T21:34:57.246Z</updated><title type='text'>Geiler is' schon - Westernhagen</title><content type='html'>Ich brauche kein Geld&lt;br /&gt;Ich brauch keine Frau'n&lt;br /&gt;Ich brauch kein' Ferrari&lt;br /&gt;Kein Baden mit Schaum&lt;br /&gt;Ich brauche kein Schloß&lt;br /&gt;Und keinen Sonnenschein&lt;br /&gt;Ich muß auch kein Rock'n'roll Star sein&lt;br /&gt;Ich brauche kein' Whiskey&lt;br /&gt;Und kein Kokain&lt;br /&gt;Aber geiler is' schon&lt;br /&gt;Als in der Gosse zu leben&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ich kann mit dir leben&lt;br /&gt;In einem Zimmer&lt;br /&gt;Mit 'nem Klo über'n Hof&lt;br /&gt;Und 'ner Menge Kummer&lt;br /&gt;Ich klag auch nicht&lt;br /&gt;wenn die Kinder schrei'n&lt;br /&gt;Wenn deine Mutter mich schimpft&lt;br /&gt;Schuld sei ich allein&lt;br /&gt;Und es macht mir nichts aus&lt;br /&gt;Wieder arbeitslos&lt;br /&gt;Aber geiler wär's schon&lt;br /&gt;Wir hätten viel Moos&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Drum glaub an mich, Schatz&lt;br /&gt;Wenn ich in die Saiten dresche&lt;br /&gt;Ich sing den Blues&lt;br /&gt;Und du machst die Wäsche&lt;br /&gt;Hab mit mir Geduld&lt;br /&gt;Ich schreib einen Hit&lt;br /&gt;Und wenn ich das bringe&lt;br /&gt;Dann nehm' ich dich mit&lt;br /&gt;Dann trinken wir Schampus&lt;br /&gt;Bis wir verrecken&lt;br /&gt;Und wer das nich' geil find&lt;br /&gt;Der kann uns mal ... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-110012249724738035?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/110012249724738035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/110012249724738035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2004/11/geiler-is-schon-westernhagen.html' title='Geiler is&apos; schon - Westernhagen'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-110012141128305874</id><published>2004-11-10T21:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-10T21:16:51.283Z</updated><title type='text'>Kaltes klares Wasser - Malaria!</title><content type='html'>Hebe meine Hände &lt;br /&gt;Hebe meine Arme &lt;br /&gt;Hebe meine Schultern &lt;br /&gt;Hebe meine Beine &lt;br /&gt;Hebe meine Schenkel &lt;br /&gt;Hebe meine Brust &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Kaltes klares Wasser &lt;br /&gt;Hebe meine Hände &lt;br /&gt;Hebe meine Arme &lt;br /&gt;Hebe meine Beine &lt;br /&gt;Hebe meine Schenkel &lt;br /&gt;Hebe meine Brust &lt;br /&gt;Ich mache meine Augen zu &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Kaltes klares Wasser (8x) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hebe meine Hände &lt;br /&gt;Hebe meine Arme &lt;br /&gt;Hebe meine Beine &lt;br /&gt;Hebe meine Schultern &lt;br /&gt;Hebe meine Hände &lt;br /&gt;Hebe meine Arme &lt;br /&gt;Hebe mein Gesicht &lt;br /&gt;Ich mache meine Augen zu &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Kaltes klares Wasser &lt;br /&gt;Kaltes klares Wasser &lt;br /&gt;Kaltes klares Wasser &lt;br /&gt;Kaltes klares Wasser &lt;br /&gt;wäscht mich ganz rein &lt;br /&gt;Kaltes klares Wasser &lt;br /&gt;wäscht mich ganz rein &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Kaltes klares Wasser &lt;br /&gt;Hebe meine Hände &lt;br /&gt;Hebe meine Arme &lt;br /&gt;Hebe mein Gesicht &lt;br /&gt;Ich mache meine Augen zu &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Kaltes klares Wasser (16x) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-110012141128305874?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/110012141128305874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/110012141128305874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2004/11/kaltes-klares-wasser-malaria.html' title='Kaltes klares Wasser - Malaria!'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-110012080848262544</id><published>2004-11-10T21:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-19T05:20:56.655Z</updated><title type='text'>Sunglasses at Night - Corey Hart</title><content type='html'>I wear my sunglasses at night&lt;br /&gt;so I can, so I can&lt;br /&gt;watch you weave then breathe your story lines&lt;br /&gt;I wear my sunglasses at night&lt;br /&gt;so I can, so I can&lt;br /&gt;keep track of the visions in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while, she's deceiving me, &lt;br /&gt;it cuts my security&lt;br /&gt;has she got control of me&lt;br /&gt;I turn to her and say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't switch the blade on the guy &lt;br /&gt;in shades; oh no&lt;br /&gt;don't mess around with the guy in shades,&lt;br /&gt;oh no, I can't believe it&lt;br /&gt;you got it made with the guy in shades,&lt;br /&gt;oh no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wear my sunglasses at night&lt;br /&gt;so I can, so I can&lt;br /&gt;forget my name while you collect your claim&lt;br /&gt;and I wear my sunglasses at night&lt;br /&gt;so I can, so I can&lt;br /&gt;see the light that's right before my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while she's deceiving me, &lt;br /&gt;she cuts my security&lt;br /&gt;has she got control of me&lt;br /&gt;I turn to her and say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't switch the blade on the guy &lt;br /&gt;in shades; oh no&lt;br /&gt;don't mess around with the guy in shades,&lt;br /&gt;oh no, I can't believe it&lt;br /&gt;you got it made with the guy in shades,&lt;br /&gt;oh no:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't switch the blade on the guy in shades&lt;br /&gt;oh no&lt;br /&gt;don't masquerade with the guy in shades&lt;br /&gt;oh no, I can't believe it&lt;br /&gt;don't be afraid of the guy in shades&lt;br /&gt;oh no, It can't escape you&lt;br /&gt;he can't escape you cause,&lt;br /&gt;cus you got it made with the guy in shades&lt;br /&gt;oh no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I wear my sunglasses at night&lt;br /&gt;I wear my sunglasses at night&lt;br /&gt;I wear my sunglasses at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say to ya now I wear my sunglasses at night&lt;br /&gt;I wear my sunglasses at night&lt;br /&gt;I wear my sunglasses at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry to you now I wear my sunglasses at night&lt;br /&gt;I wear my sunglasses at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PXw4qqQqTrY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PXw4qqQqTrY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-110012080848262544?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/110012080848262544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/110012080848262544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2004/11/sunglasses-at-night-corey-hart.html' title='Sunglasses at Night - Corey Hart'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-110012011671435547</id><published>2004-11-10T20:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-10T20:55:16.713Z</updated><title type='text'>Mercedes Benz - Janis Joplin</title><content type='html'>oh Lord, won't you buy me a mercedes benz?&lt;br /&gt;my friends all drive porsches, I must make amends.&lt;br /&gt;worked hard all my lifetime, no help from my friends,&lt;br /&gt;so Lord, won't you buy me a mercedes benz?&lt;br /&gt;oh Lord, won't you buy me a color tv?&lt;br /&gt;dialing for dollars is trying to find me.&lt;br /&gt;I wait for delivery each day until three,&lt;br /&gt;so oh Lord, won't you buy me a color tv?&lt;br /&gt;oh Lord, won't you buy me a night on the town?&lt;br /&gt;I'm counting on you, Lord, please don't let me down.&lt;br /&gt;prove that you love me and buy the next round,&lt;br /&gt;oh Lord, won't you buy me a night on the town?&lt;br /&gt;everybody!&lt;br /&gt;oh Lord, won't you buy me a mercedes benz?&lt;br /&gt;my friends all drive porsches, I must make amends,&lt;br /&gt;worked hard all my lifetime, no help from my friends,&lt;br /&gt;so oh Lord, won't you buy me a mercedes benz?&lt;br /&gt;that's it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-110012011671435547?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/110012011671435547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/110012011671435547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2004/11/mercedes-benz-janis-joplin.html' title='Mercedes Benz - Janis Joplin'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-110009328873776687</id><published>2004-11-10T13:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-19T04:31:37.670Z</updated><title type='text'>Jesus Doesn't want Me for a Sunbeam - Nirvana</title><content type='html'>jesus, don't want me for a sunbeam&lt;br /&gt;sunbeams are never made like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't expect me to cry,&lt;br /&gt;for all the reasons you had to die&lt;br /&gt;don't ever ask your love of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't expect me to cry&lt;br /&gt;don't expect me to lie&lt;br /&gt;don't expect me to die for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jesus, don't want me for a sunbeam&lt;br /&gt;sunbeams are never made like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't expect me to cry,&lt;br /&gt;for all the reasons you had to die&lt;br /&gt;don't ever ask your love of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't expect me to cry&lt;br /&gt;don't expect me to lie&lt;br /&gt;don't expect me to die for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't expect me to cry&lt;br /&gt;don't expect me to lie&lt;br /&gt;don't expect me to die for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jesus, don't want me for a sunbeam&lt;br /&gt;sunbeams are never made like me&lt;br /&gt;don't expect me to cry,&lt;br /&gt;for all the reasons you had to die&lt;br /&gt;don't ever ask your love of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't expect me to cry&lt;br /&gt;don't expect me to lie&lt;br /&gt;don't expect me to die&lt;br /&gt;don't expect me to cry&lt;br /&gt;don't expect me to lie&lt;br /&gt;don't expect me to die for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Originally by The Vaselines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUITAR TABS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intro: E-D-A-; (2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E           D               A&lt;br /&gt;Jesus don't want me for a sunbeam &lt;br /&gt;E              D             A&lt;br /&gt;Sunbeams are never made like me &lt;br /&gt;E                  D                  A                     &lt;br /&gt;Don't expect me to cry, for all the reasons you had to die &lt;br /&gt;E           D             A&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever ask your love of me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;E                  D&lt;br /&gt;Don't expect me to cry, &lt;br /&gt;E                  D&lt;br /&gt;Don't expect me to lie, &lt;br /&gt;E                  D&lt;br /&gt;Don't expect me to die, &lt;br /&gt;    A&lt;br /&gt;for thee &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat 1st stanza)&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9o9ve1XW_40"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9o9ve1XW_40" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-110009328873776687?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/110009328873776687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/110009328873776687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2004/11/jesus-doesnt-want-me-for-sunbeam_10.html' title='Jesus Doesn&apos;t want Me for a Sunbeam - Nirvana'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-109991336584763153</id><published>2004-11-08T11:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-10T14:21:00.500Z</updated><title type='text'>Was hat Dich bloß so ruiniert - Die Sterne</title><content type='html'>warst Du nicht fett und rosig. &lt;br /&gt;warst Du nicht glücklich, &lt;br /&gt;bis auf die beschwerlichkeiten. &lt;br /&gt;mit den anderen kindern streiten. &lt;br /&gt;mit papa und mama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wo fing das an und wann. &lt;br /&gt;was hat dich irritiert. &lt;br /&gt;was hat dich bloß so ruiniert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daß sie nicht zuhören wollten &lt;br /&gt;oder nichts glauben. &lt;br /&gt;waren sie dumm. &lt;br /&gt;zu dumm um zu verstehen, &lt;br /&gt;wovon Du erzählt hast. &lt;br /&gt;wollten sie die wahrheit rauben &lt;br /&gt;und dich einsperren, &lt;br /&gt;in ihren kaktusgarten. &lt;br /&gt;konnten sie damit nicht warten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was hat dich bloß, &lt;br /&gt;was hat dich bloß, &lt;br /&gt;was hat dich bloß &lt;br /&gt;so ruiniert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wo fing das an, &lt;br /&gt;was ist passiert. &lt;br /&gt;hast Du denn niemals richtig rebelliert. &lt;br /&gt;kannst Du nicht richtig laufen, &lt;br /&gt;oder was lief schief. &lt;br /&gt;und sitzt die wunde tief &lt;br /&gt;in Deinem inneren. &lt;br /&gt;kannst Du Dich nicht erinnern. &lt;br /&gt;bist Du nicht immer noch &lt;br /&gt;Gott weiß wie privilegiert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was hat dich bloß so ruiniert.&lt;br /&gt;was hat dich bloß so ruiniert.&lt;br /&gt;was hat dich bloß so ruiniert.&lt;br /&gt;was hat dich bloß so ruiniert.&lt;br /&gt;was hat dich bloß so ruiniert.&lt;br /&gt;was hat dich bloß so ruiniert.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-109991336584763153?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/109991336584763153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/109991336584763153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2004/11/was-hat-dich-blo-so-ruiniert-die.html' title='Was hat Dich bloß so ruiniert - Die Sterne'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-109991201793503194</id><published>2004-11-08T11:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-08T11:06:57.936Z</updated><title type='text'>Thank You - Alanis Morissette</title><content type='html'>how about getting off of these antibiotics&lt;br /&gt;how about stopping eating when I'm filled up&lt;br /&gt;how about them transparent dangling carrots&lt;br /&gt;how about that ever elusive kudo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you india&lt;br /&gt;thank you terror&lt;br /&gt;thank you disillusionment&lt;br /&gt;thank you frailty&lt;br /&gt;thank you consequence&lt;br /&gt;thank you thank you silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how about me not blaming you for everything&lt;br /&gt;how about me enjoying the moment for once&lt;br /&gt;how about how good it feels to finally forgive you&lt;br /&gt;how about grieving it all one at a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you india&lt;br /&gt;thank you terror&lt;br /&gt;thank you disillusionment&lt;br /&gt;thank you frailty&lt;br /&gt;thank you consequence&lt;br /&gt;thank you thank you silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moment I let go of it was&lt;br /&gt;the moment I got more than I could handle&lt;br /&gt;the moment I jumped off of it was&lt;br /&gt;the moment I touched down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how about no longer being masochistic&lt;br /&gt;how about remembering your divinity&lt;br /&gt;how about unabashedly bawling your eyes out&lt;br /&gt;how about not equating death with stopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you india&lt;br /&gt;thank you providence&lt;br /&gt;thank you disillusionment&lt;br /&gt;thank you nothingness&lt;br /&gt;thank you clarity&lt;br /&gt;thank you thank you silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;ahh ohhh&lt;br /&gt;ahhh ho oh&lt;br /&gt;ahhh ho ohhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;yeaahhhh yeahh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-109991201793503194?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/109991201793503194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/109991201793503194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2004/11/thank-you-alanis-morissette.html' title='Thank You - Alanis Morissette'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-109991133242408086</id><published>2004-11-08T10:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-10T14:21:46.800Z</updated><title type='text'>Open your eyes - Guano Apes</title><content type='html'>hide your face forever&lt;br /&gt;dream and search forever&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;have you ever been for sale ?&lt;br /&gt;when your isms get smart&lt;br /&gt;oh so selfish and mindless&lt;br /&gt;with that comment in your eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you think that you are hard ?&lt;br /&gt;really harder than the other&lt;br /&gt;man you're acting cold&lt;br /&gt;if you are not in charge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't split your mentality&lt;br /&gt;without thinking twice&lt;br /&gt;your voice has got no reason&lt;br /&gt;now is the time to face your lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;open your eyes, open your mind&lt;br /&gt;proud like a god don't pretend to be blind&lt;br /&gt;trapped in yourself, break out instead&lt;br /&gt;beat the machine that works in your head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will you offer me some tricks&lt;br /&gt;if I ever need them&lt;br /&gt;would you go into that room&lt;br /&gt;if I call 'em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you think that you are better&lt;br /&gt;really better than the rest&lt;br /&gt;realize there's a problem&lt;br /&gt;I know that you can give your best&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;have you ever had a dream?&lt;br /&gt;or is life just a trip?&lt;br /&gt;a trip without chances&lt;br /&gt;a chance to grow up quick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;open your eyes, open your mind ...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;hide your face forever&lt;br /&gt;dream and search forever&lt;br /&gt;night and night you feel nothing&lt;br /&gt;there's no way outside of my land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;open your eyes, open your mind ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-109991133242408086?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/109991133242408086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/109991133242408086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2004/11/open-your-eyes-guano-apes.html' title='Open your eyes - Guano Apes'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-109991096752071624</id><published>2004-11-08T10:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-10T14:23:42.380Z</updated><title type='text'>Der Esel - Joint Venture</title><content type='html'>die weisen marokkaner &lt;br /&gt;die rauchen marihuana &lt;br /&gt;gern pur, &lt;br /&gt;das ist ihre kultur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;und einer dieser weisen &lt;br /&gt;sprach einmal einen leisen &lt;br /&gt;satz, &lt;br /&gt;am rechten ort und platz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er sagte ihn zu seinem sohn, &lt;br /&gt;nicht etwa, bub, bleib weg davon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nein, so war er nicht. &lt;br /&gt;er sprach ihm ein gedicht: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ein krümel ist genug. &lt;br /&gt;ein krümel macht dich klug. &lt;br /&gt;jedoch ein dicker brösel &lt;br /&gt;macht dich dafür zum esel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wir mitteleuropäer, &lt;br /&gt;sind flinke tütendreher. &lt;br /&gt;auch ich hab wie man baut &lt;br /&gt;durchschaut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doch bau ich erst mal eine, &lt;br /&gt;bleibt die nicht lang alleine. &lt;br /&gt;ich habs nicht gern mit maß. &lt;br /&gt;mit maß macht keinen spaß. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaum hab ich was zuhause, &lt;br /&gt;geb ichs mir ohne pause. &lt;br /&gt;zum weisen fehln mir nur &lt;br /&gt;paar jahrtausende kultur. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ein krümel ist genug. &lt;br /&gt;ein krümel macht dich klug. &lt;br /&gt;jedoch ein dicker brösel &lt;br /&gt;macht dich dafür zum esel. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-109991096752071624?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/109991096752071624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/109991096752071624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2004/11/der-esel-joint-venture.html' title='Der Esel - Joint Venture'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-109991028572972006</id><published>2004-11-08T10:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-10T14:25:32.243Z</updated><title type='text'>Fuck the pain away - Peaches</title><content type='html'>suckin' on my titties like you wanted me, &lt;br /&gt;callin me, all the time like blondie &lt;br /&gt;check out my chrissy behind&lt;br /&gt;it's fine all of the time &lt;br /&gt;like sex on the beaches,&lt;br /&gt;what else is in the teaches of peaches? huh? what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suckin' on my titties like you wanted me,&lt;br /&gt;callin me, all the time like blondie &lt;br /&gt;check out my chrissy behind&lt;br /&gt;it's fine all of the time&lt;br /&gt;what else is in the teaches of peaches?&lt;br /&gt;like sex on the beaches. huh? what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh? right. what? uhh&lt;br /&gt;huh? what? right. uhh&lt;br /&gt;huh? what? right. uhh&lt;br /&gt;huh? what? right. uhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIS IUD, stay in school coz it's the best&lt;br /&gt;IUD SIS, stay in school coz it's the best&lt;br /&gt;IUD SIS, stay in school coz it's the best&lt;br /&gt;IUD SIS, stay in school coz it's the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suckin' on my tittis like you wanted me,&lt;br /&gt;callin me, all the time like blondie &lt;br /&gt;check out my chrissy behind&lt;br /&gt;it's fine all of the time&lt;br /&gt;what else is in the teaches of peaches?&lt;br /&gt;like sex on the beaches. huh? what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck the pain away. Fuck the pain away&lt;br /&gt;fuck the pain away. Fuck the pain away&lt;br /&gt;fuck the pain away. Fuck the pain away&lt;br /&gt;fuck the pain away. Fuck the pain away&lt;br /&gt;fuck the pain away. Fuck the pain away&lt;br /&gt;fuck the pain away. Fuck the pain away&lt;br /&gt;fuck the pain away. Fuck the pain away&lt;br /&gt;fuck the pain away. Fuck the pain away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh? what? right. uhh. huh? what? right. uhh&lt;br /&gt;what else in the teaches of peaches, like sex on the beaches&lt;br /&gt;huh? what? right. uhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck the pain away. Fuck the pain away&lt;br /&gt;fuck the pain away. Fuck the pain away&lt;br /&gt;fuck the pain away. Fuck the pain away&lt;br /&gt;fuck the pain away. Fuck the pain away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-109991028572972006?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/109991028572972006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/109991028572972006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2004/11/fuck-pain-away-peaches.html' title='Fuck the pain away - Peaches'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-109990974722403977</id><published>2004-11-08T10:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-10T14:24:51.916Z</updated><title type='text'>Bang Bang (my baby shot me down) - Nancy Sinatra</title><content type='html'>I was five and he was six&lt;br /&gt;we rode on horses made of sticks&lt;br /&gt;he wore black and I wore white&lt;br /&gt;he would always win the fight&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;bang bang, he shot me down&lt;br /&gt;bang bang, I hit the ground&lt;br /&gt;bang bang, that awful sound&lt;br /&gt;bang bang, my baby shot me down.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;seasons came and changed the time&lt;br /&gt;when I grew up, I called him mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he would always laugh and say&lt;br /&gt;"remember when we used to play?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;bang bang, I shot you down&lt;br /&gt;bang bang, you hit the ground&lt;br /&gt;bang bang, that awful sound&lt;br /&gt;bang bang, I used to shoot you down.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;music played, and people sang&lt;br /&gt;just for me, the church bells rang.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;now he's gone, I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;and till this day, sometimes I cry&lt;br /&gt;he didn't even say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;he didn't take the time to lie.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;bang bang, he shot me down&lt;br /&gt;bang bang, I hit the ground&lt;br /&gt;bang bang, that awful sound&lt;br /&gt;bang bang, my baby shot me down...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-109990974722403977?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/109990974722403977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/109990974722403977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2004/11/bang-bang-my-baby-shot-me-down-nancy.html' title='Bang Bang (my baby shot me down) - Nancy Sinatra'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-109990952489303195</id><published>2004-11-08T10:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-19T05:30:03.002Z</updated><title type='text'>Sweet dreams (are made of this) - Eurythmics</title><content type='html'>sweet dreams are made of this&lt;br /&gt;who am I to disagree?&lt;br /&gt;travel the world and the seven seas&lt;br /&gt;everybody's looking for something&lt;br /&gt;some of them want to use you&lt;br /&gt;some of them want to get used by you&lt;br /&gt;some of them want to abuse you&lt;br /&gt;some of them want to be abused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet dreams are made of this&lt;br /&gt;who am I to disagree?&lt;br /&gt;travel the world and the seven seas&lt;br /&gt;everybody's looking for something&lt;br /&gt;some of them want to use you&lt;br /&gt;some of them want to get used by you&lt;br /&gt;some of them want to abuse you&lt;br /&gt;some of them want to be abused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna use you and abuse you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know what's inside you&lt;br /&gt;hold your head up, movin' on&lt;br /&gt;keep your head up, movin' on&lt;br /&gt;hold your head up, movin' on&lt;br /&gt;keep your head up, movin' on&lt;br /&gt;hold your head up, movin' on&lt;br /&gt;keep your head up, movin' on&lt;br /&gt;movin' on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet dreams are made of this&lt;br /&gt;who am I to disagree?&lt;br /&gt;travel the world and the seven seas&lt;br /&gt;everybody's looking for something&lt;br /&gt;some of them want to use you&lt;br /&gt;some of them want to get used by you&lt;br /&gt;some of them want to abuse you&lt;br /&gt;some of them want to be abused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna use you and abuse you&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna know what's inside&lt;br /&gt;gonna use you and abuse you&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna know what's inside you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MASH UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hT5eJwgAtvY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hT5eJwgAtvY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-109990952489303195?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/109990952489303195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/109990952489303195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2004/11/sweet-dreams-are-made-of-this.html' title='Sweet dreams (are made of this) - Eurythmics'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-109990918241865640</id><published>2004-11-08T10:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-19T04:34:06.665Z</updated><title type='text'>Gabriel - Lamb</title><content type='html'>I can fly&lt;br /&gt;but I want his wings&lt;br /&gt;I can shine even in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;but I crave the light that he brings&lt;br /&gt;revel in the songs that he sings&lt;br /&gt;my angel gabriel&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I can love&lt;br /&gt;but I need his heart&lt;br /&gt;I am strong even on my own&lt;br /&gt;but from him I never want to part&lt;br /&gt;he's been there since the very start&lt;br /&gt;my angel gabriel&lt;br /&gt;my angel gabriel&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;bless the day he came to be&lt;br /&gt;angel's wings carried him to me&lt;br /&gt;heavenly&lt;br /&gt;I can fly&lt;br /&gt;but I want his wings&lt;br /&gt;I can shine even in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;but I crave the light that he brings&lt;br /&gt;revel in the songs that he sings&lt;br /&gt;my angel gabriel&lt;br /&gt;my angel gabriel&lt;br /&gt;my angel gabriel&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;my angel gabriel&lt;br /&gt;my angel gabriel&lt;br /&gt;my angel gabriel&lt;br /&gt;my angel my angel&lt;br /&gt;my angel gabriel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R1Cy78pCn9Y"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R1Cy78pCn9Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-109990918241865640?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/109990918241865640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/109990918241865640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2004/11/gabriel-lamb.html' title='Gabriel - Lamb'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-109958214402863523</id><published>2004-11-04T15:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-10T14:18:18.823Z</updated><title type='text'>Mosh - Eminem</title><content type='html'>I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America&lt;br /&gt;and to the republic for which it stands&lt;br /&gt;one nation under God&lt;br /&gt;indivisible ...&lt;br /&gt;it feels so good to be back.&lt;br /&gt;I scrutinize every word, memorize every line&lt;br /&gt;I spit it once, refuel and re-energize and rewind&lt;br /&gt;I give sight to the blind, my insight through the mind&lt;br /&gt;I exercise my right to express when I feel it's time&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;it's just all in your mind, what you interpret it as&lt;br /&gt;i say to fight, you take it as I'mma whip someone's ass&lt;br /&gt;if you don't understand, don't even bother to ask&lt;br /&gt;a father who has grown up with a fatherless past&lt;br /&gt;who has blown up now to rap phenomenon that has&lt;br /&gt;or at least shows no difficulty multi-task&lt;br /&gt;and in juggling both perhaps mastered his craft&lt;br /&gt;slash entrepreneur who has held onto few more rap acts&lt;br /&gt;who's had a few obstacles thrown his way through the last half&lt;br /&gt;of his career typical manure moving past that&lt;br /&gt;mr. kisses ass crack, he's a class act&lt;br /&gt;rubber band man, yea he just snaps back&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;[chorus:] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come along follow me as I lead through the darkness&lt;br /&gt;as I provide just enough spark that we need to proceed&lt;br /&gt;carry on, give me hope, give me strength&lt;br /&gt;come with me and I won't steer you wrong&lt;br /&gt;put your faith and your trust as I guide us through the fog&lt;br /&gt;to the light at the end of the tunnel&lt;br /&gt;we gonna fight, we gonna charge, we gonna stomp, we gonna march&lt;br /&gt;through the swamp, we gonna mosh through the marsh&lt;br /&gt;take us right through the doors (c'mon)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;all the people up top on the side and the middle&lt;br /&gt;come together lets all bomb and swamp just a little&lt;br /&gt;just let it gradually build from the front to the back&lt;br /&gt;all you can see is a sea of people some white and some black&lt;br /&gt;don't matter what color, all that matters we gathered together&lt;br /&gt;to celebrate for the same cause don't matter the weather&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;if it rains let it rain, yea the wetter the better&lt;br /&gt;they ain't gonna stop us they can't, we stronger now more than ever&lt;br /&gt;they tell us no we say yea, they tell us stop we say go&lt;br /&gt;rebel with a rebel yell, raise hell we gonna let em know&lt;br /&gt;stomp, push, shove, mush, fuck bush, until they bring our troops home (c'mon)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine it pouring, it's raining down on us&lt;br /&gt;mosh pits outside the oval office&lt;br /&gt;someone's tryina tell us something,&lt;br /&gt;maybe this is god just sayin' we're responsible&lt;br /&gt;for this monster, this coward,&lt;br /&gt;that we have empowered&lt;br /&gt;this is bin laden, look at his head noddin'&lt;br /&gt;how could we allow something like this without pumping our fists&lt;br /&gt;now this is our final hour&lt;br /&gt;let me be the voice in your strength and your choice&lt;br /&gt;let me simplify the rhyme just to amplify the noise&lt;br /&gt;try to amplify the times it, and multiply by six&lt;br /&gt;teen million people, Are equal at this high pitch&lt;br /&gt;maybe we can reach alqueda through my speech&lt;br /&gt;let the president answer a higher anarchy&lt;br /&gt;strap him with an ak-47, let him go, fight his own war Let him impress daddy that way&lt;br /&gt;no more blood for oil, we got our own battles to fight on our own soil&lt;br /&gt;no more psychological warfare, to trick us to thinking that we ain't loyal&lt;br /&gt;if we don't serve our own country, we're patronizing a hero look in his eyes its all lies&lt;br /&gt;the stars and stripes, they've been swiped, washed out and wiped&lt;br /&gt;and replaced with his own face, mosh now or die&lt;br /&gt;if I get sniped tonight you know why,&lt;br /&gt;cause I told you to fight.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;and as we proceed,&lt;br /&gt;to mosh through this desert storm,&lt;br /&gt;in these closing statements, if they should argue&lt;br /&gt;let us beg to differ&lt;br /&gt;as we set aside our differences&lt;br /&gt;and assemble our own army&lt;br /&gt;to disarm this weapon of mass destruction&lt;br /&gt;that we call our president, for the present&lt;br /&gt;and mosh for the future of our next generation&lt;br /&gt;to speak and be heard&lt;br /&gt;mr. president, mr. senator&lt;br /&gt;do you guy's hear us...hear us...[laughing]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-109958214402863523?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/109958214402863523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/109958214402863523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2004/11/mosh-eminem.html' title='Mosh - Eminem'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-109523557295819302</id><published>2004-09-15T08:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-19T11:38:13.638Z</updated><title type='text'>In The Year 2525 - Zager and Evans</title><content type='html'>in the year 2525&lt;br /&gt;if man is still alive&lt;br /&gt;if woman can survive&lt;br /&gt;they may find... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the year 3535&lt;br /&gt;ain't gonna need to tell the truth, tell no lies&lt;br /&gt;everything you think, do, or say&lt;br /&gt;is in the pill you took today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the year 4545&lt;br /&gt;ain't gonna need your teeth, won't need your eyes&lt;br /&gt;you won't find a thing to chew&lt;br /&gt;nobody's gonna look at you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the year 5555&lt;br /&gt;your arms are hanging limp at your sides&lt;br /&gt;your legs got nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;some machine, doing that for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the year 6565&lt;br /&gt;ain't gonna need no husband, won't need no wife&lt;br /&gt;you'll pick your son, pick your daughter too&lt;br /&gt;from the bottom of a long glass tube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the year 7510&lt;br /&gt;if God's a comin' he ought to make it by then&lt;br /&gt;maybe he'll look around himself and say&lt;br /&gt;"guess it's time for the judgement day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the year 8510&lt;br /&gt;god's gonna shake his mighty head&lt;br /&gt;he'll either say "I'm pleased where man has been"&lt;br /&gt;or tear it down and start again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the year 9595&lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda wondering if man's gonna be alive&lt;br /&gt;he's taken everything this old earth can give&lt;br /&gt;and he ain't put back nothing... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it's been 10,000 years&lt;br /&gt;man has cried a billion tears&lt;br /&gt;for what he never knew&lt;br /&gt;now man's reign is through&lt;br /&gt;but through the eternal night&lt;br /&gt;the twinkling of starlight&lt;br /&gt;so very far away&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's only yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the year 2525&lt;br /&gt;if man is still alive&lt;br /&gt;if woman can survive&lt;br /&gt;they may find... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WhNM2K8cmU8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WhNM2K8cmU8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-109523557295819302?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/109523557295819302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/109523557295819302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2004/09/in-year-2525-zager-and-evans.html' title='In The Year 2525 - Zager and Evans'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-109104620970416122</id><published>2004-07-28T20:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-08-25T22:37:51.256Z</updated><title type='text'>MfG - Die Fantastischen Vier</title><content type='html'>nun, da sich der vorhang der nacht von der bühne hebt,&lt;br /&gt;kann das spiel beginnen, das uns vom drama einer kultur berichtet&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ard&lt;/span&gt; (arbeitsgemeinschaft der öffentlich-rechtlichen rundfunkanstalten deutschlands, erstes deutsches fernsehen),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;zdf&lt;/span&gt; (zweites deutsches fernsehen),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;c&amp;a&lt;/span&gt; (clemens &amp; august, bekleidungshaus-kette)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;brd&lt;/span&gt; (bundesrepublik deutschland),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ddr&lt;/span&gt; (deutsche demokratische republik) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;und&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;usa&lt;/span&gt; (united states of america)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bse&lt;/span&gt; (bovine spongiforme encephalopathie, rinderwahnsinn),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;hiv&lt;/span&gt; (human immunodeficiency virus, aids-virus) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;und&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;drk&lt;/span&gt; (deutsches rotes kreuz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;gbr&lt;/span&gt; (gesellschaft bürgerlichen rechts, rechtsform),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;gmbh&lt;/span&gt; (gesellschaft mit beschränkter haftung, rechtsform),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ihr könnt mich mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;thx&lt;/span&gt; (tom holmann x-over, qualitätsstandard für kinos),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;vhs&lt;/span&gt; (video home system, videomagnetbandstandard) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;und&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;fsk&lt;/span&gt; (freiwillige selbstkontrolle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;raf&lt;/span&gt; (rote armee fraktion, linksradikale deutsche terrorgruppe der 70er),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;lsd&lt;/span&gt; (lysergsäurediethylamid, halluzinogene droge) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;und&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;fkk&lt;/span&gt; (freikörperkultur)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dvu&lt;/span&gt; (deutsche volksunion, rechtsradikale partei),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;akw&lt;/span&gt; (atomkraftwerk) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;und&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;kkk&lt;/span&gt; (ku klux klan, rechtsradikale amerikanische organisiation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;rhp&lt;/span&gt; (rödelheim hartreim projekt, thomas h. und moses p.),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;usw&lt;/span&gt; (und so weiter),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;lmaa&lt;/span&gt; (leck mich am arsch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;plz&lt;/span&gt; (postleitzahl),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ups&lt;/span&gt; (united parcel service, paketdienst) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;und&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dpd&lt;/span&gt; (deutscher paketdienst)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bmx&lt;/span&gt; (bicycle motocross),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bpm&lt;/span&gt; (beats per minute, einheit für liedgeschwindigkeit) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;und&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;xtc&lt;/span&gt; (us-abk. ecstasy, amphetamin-droge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;emi&lt;/span&gt; (electric and musical industries, musikverlag der f4),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;cbs&lt;/span&gt; (columbia broadcasting system, plattenlabel der vier) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;und&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bmg&lt;/span&gt; (bertelsmann music group, partner des managements der f4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;adac&lt;/span&gt; (allgemeiner deutscher automobil club),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dlrg&lt;/span&gt; (deutsche lebensrettungsgesellschaft) -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ojemine&lt;/span&gt; (überlief. aus "oh jesus, mich nicht")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ekz&lt;/span&gt; (einkaufszentrum),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;rtl&lt;/span&gt; (radio television luxemburg, dt. fernsehsender) und&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dfb&lt;/span&gt; (deutscher fussballbund)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;abs&lt;/span&gt; (anti-blockier-system, sicherheitssystem für bremsen),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;tüv&lt;/span&gt; (technischer überwachungsverein) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;und&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bmw&lt;/span&gt; (bayerische motorenwerke, automarke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;kmh&lt;/span&gt; (kilometer pro stunde, masseinheit für geschwindigkeit),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ice&lt;/span&gt; (intercity express, schnellster zug der deutschen bundesbahn) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;und&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;eschede&lt;/span&gt; (ort in niedersachsen wo ein ice-unglück viele tote forderte)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;pvc&lt;/span&gt; (polyvinyl-chlorid, kunststoff),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;fckw&lt;/span&gt; (fluor-chlor-kohlenwasserstoff, ozonzerstörendes treibgas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;is nich o.k.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;mfg mit freundlichen grüssen,&lt;br /&gt;die welt liegt uns zu füssen&lt;br /&gt;denn wir stehen drauf, wir gehen darauf,&lt;br /&gt;für ein leben voller schall und rauch&lt;br /&gt;bevor wir fallen, fallen wir lieber auf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;hno&lt;/span&gt; (hals nasen ohren),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ekg&lt;/span&gt; (elektrokardiogramm) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;und&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;aok&lt;/span&gt; (allgemeine ortskrankenkasse)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;lbs&lt;/span&gt; (landesbausparkasse),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;wkd&lt;/span&gt; (wirtschaftskontrolldienst) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;und&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ihk&lt;/span&gt; (industrie- und handelskammer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ukw&lt;/span&gt; (ultrakurzwelle oder aber eine bekannte der band aus der ndw),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ndw&lt;/span&gt; (neue deutsche welle, poptrend der 80er) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;und&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;hubert kah&lt;/span&gt; (popstar der neuen deutschen welle, der z.b. "sternenhimmel" sang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;btm&lt;/span&gt; (betäubungsmittel),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bka&lt;/span&gt; (bundeskriminalamt),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ltu&lt;/span&gt; (lufttransport-unternehmen gmbh, flugreisegesellschaft),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;tnt&lt;/span&gt; (tri-nitro-toluol, sprengstoff) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;und&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ira&lt;/span&gt; (irisch republikanische armee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ntv&lt;/span&gt; (nachrichten television),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;thw&lt;/span&gt; (technisches hilfswerk) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;und&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dpa&lt;/span&gt; (deutsche presseagentur)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;h&amp;m&lt;/span&gt; (hennes &amp; mauritz, bekleidungskette),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bsb&lt;/span&gt; (backstreet boys, boygroup) und&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;fdh&lt;/span&gt; (friss die hälfte)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sos&lt;/span&gt; (morsenotruf, save our souls),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;110&lt;/span&gt; (bundesdeutsche notruftelefonnummer) -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;tatütata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sed&lt;/span&gt; (sozialistische einheitspartei deutschlands, ddr-staatspartei),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;fdj&lt;/span&gt; (freie deutsche jugend, ddr-jugendvereinigung) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;und&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;kdw&lt;/span&gt; (kaufhaus des westens, vorzeigeshopping berlins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;faz&lt;/span&gt; (frankfurter allgemeine zeitung),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bwl&lt;/span&gt; (betriebswirtschaftslehre) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;und&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;fdp&lt;/span&gt; (freie demokratische partei)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;edv&lt;/span&gt; (elektronische datenverarbeitung),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ibm&lt;/span&gt; (international business machines, computerfirma) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;und&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;www&lt;/span&gt; (world wide web)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;hsv&lt;/span&gt; (hamburger sportverein, fussballverein in hamburg),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;vfb&lt;/span&gt; (verein für bewegungsspiele, fussballverein in stuttgart),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;olé olé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;abc&lt;/span&gt; (brit. popband der 80er, z.b. "the look of love", auch umgangssprachlich für alphabet),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;daf&lt;/span&gt; (deutsch amerikanische freundschaft, deut. popband der 80er) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;und&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;omd&lt;/span&gt; (orchestra maneuvers in the dark, brit. popband der 80er)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;tm3&lt;/span&gt; (tele münchen 3, tv sender für frauen),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;a+o&lt;/span&gt; (supermarktkette aus den 70ern, auch alpha &amp; omega) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;und&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;aeg&lt;/span&gt; (aus erfahrung gut; allgemeine elektrizitäts-gesellschaft)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;tui&lt;/span&gt; (touristik union international, flugreisegesellschaft),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;uva&lt;/span&gt; (ultraviolettes licht mit wellenlänge von 400nm bis 320nm) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;und&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;uvb&lt;/span&gt; (ultraviolettes licht mit wellenlänge von 320nm bis 290nm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;thc&lt;/span&gt; (tetra-hydro-cannabinol, wirkstoff in cannabisprodukten)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;in ocb&lt;/span&gt; (odet cascadec bolloré, zigarettenblättchen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ist was ich dreh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mfg mit freundlichen grüssen,&lt;br /&gt;die welt liegt uns zu füssen&lt;br /&gt;denn wir stehen drauf, wir gehen darauf,&lt;br /&gt;für ein leben voller schall und rauch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-109104620970416122?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/109104620970416122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/109104620970416122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2004/07/mfg-die-fantastischen-vier.html' title='MfG - Die Fantastischen Vier'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-109104513642398881</id><published>2004-07-28T20:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-07-28T20:05:36.423Z</updated><title type='text'>Me gustas tu - Manu Chao</title><content type='html'>me gustan los aviones, me gustas tú&lt;br /&gt;me gusta viajar, me gustas tú&lt;br /&gt;me gusta la mañana, me gustas tú&lt;br /&gt;me gusta el viento, me gustas tú&lt;br /&gt;me gusta soñar, me gustas tú&lt;br /&gt;me gusta la mar, me gustas tú&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que voy a hacer - je ne sais pas&lt;br /&gt;que voy a hacer - je ne sais plus&lt;br /&gt;que voy a hacer - je suis perdu&lt;br /&gt;que horas son, mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me gusta la moto, me gustas tú&lt;br /&gt;me gusta correr, me gustas tú&lt;br /&gt;me gusta la lluvia, me gustas tú&lt;br /&gt;me gusta volver, me gustas tú&lt;br /&gt;me gusta marihuana, me gustas tú&lt;br /&gt;me gusta colombiana, me gustas tú&lt;br /&gt;me gusta la montaña, me gustas tú&lt;br /&gt;me gusta la noche, me gustas tú&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que voy a hacer - je ne sais pas&lt;br /&gt;que voy a hacer - je ne sais plus&lt;br /&gt;que voy a hacer - je suis perdu&lt;br /&gt;que horas son, mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me gusta la cena, me gustas tú&lt;br /&gt;me gusta la vecina, me gustas tú&lt;br /&gt;me gusta su cocina, me gustas tú&lt;br /&gt;me gusta camelar, me gustas tú&lt;br /&gt;me gusta la guitarra, me gustas tú&lt;br /&gt;me gusta el regaee, me gustas tú&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que voy a hacer - je ne sais pas&lt;br /&gt;que voy a hacer - je ne sais plus&lt;br /&gt;que voy a hacer - je suis perdu&lt;br /&gt;que horas son, mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me gusta la canela, me gustas tú&lt;br /&gt;me gusta el fuego, me gustas tú&lt;br /&gt;me gusta menear, me gustas tú&lt;br /&gt;me gusta la coruña, me gustas tú&lt;br /&gt;me gusta malasaña, me gustas tú&lt;br /&gt;me gusta la castaña, me gustas tú&lt;br /&gt;me gusta guatemala, me gustas tú&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que voy a hacer - je ne sais pas&lt;br /&gt;que voy a hacer - je ne sais plus&lt;br /&gt;que voy a hacer - je suis perdu&lt;br /&gt;que horas son, mi corazón&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-109104513642398881?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/109104513642398881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/109104513642398881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2004/07/me-gustas-tu-manu-chao.html' title='Me gustas tu - Manu Chao'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-109104489759039230</id><published>2004-07-28T19:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-07-28T20:01:37.590Z</updated><title type='text'>Clandestino - Manu Chao</title><content type='html'>solo voy con mi pena&lt;br /&gt;sola va mi condena&lt;br /&gt;correr es mi destino&lt;br /&gt;para burlar la ley&lt;br /&gt;perdido en el corazon&lt;br /&gt;de la grande babylon&lt;br /&gt;me dicen el clandestino&lt;br /&gt;por no llevar papel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pa una ciudad del norte&lt;br /&gt;yo me fui a trabajar&lt;br /&gt;mi vida la deje&lt;br /&gt;entre ceuta y gibraltar&lt;br /&gt;soy una raya en el mar&lt;br /&gt;fantasma en la ciudad&lt;br /&gt;mi vida va prohibida&lt;br /&gt;dice la autoridad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;solo voy con mi pena&lt;br /&gt;sola va mi condena&lt;br /&gt;correr es mi destino&lt;br /&gt;por no llevar papel&lt;br /&gt;perdido en el corazon&lt;br /&gt;de la grande babylon&lt;br /&gt;me dicen el clandestino&lt;br /&gt;yo soy el quiebra ley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mano negra clandestina&lt;br /&gt;peruano clandestino&lt;br /&gt;africano clandestino&lt;br /&gt;marijuana ilegal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;solo voy con mi pena&lt;br /&gt;sola ca mi condena&lt;br /&gt;correr es mi destino&lt;br /&gt;para burlar la ley&lt;br /&gt;perdido en el corazon&lt;br /&gt;de la grande babylon&lt;br /&gt;me dicen el clandestino&lt;br /&gt;por no llevar papel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-109104489759039230?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/109104489759039230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/109104489759039230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2004/07/clandestino-manu-chao.html' title='Clandestino - Manu Chao'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-109104463121690019</id><published>2004-07-28T19:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-10T14:10:40.303Z</updated><title type='text'>Gracias A La Vida - Violeta Parra </title><content type='html'>gracias a la vida, que me ha dado tanto &lt;br /&gt;me dio dos luceros, que cuando los abro &lt;br /&gt;perfecto distingo lo negro del blanco &lt;br /&gt;y en el alto cielo, su fondo estrellado &lt;br /&gt;y en las multitudes, la mujer que amo &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;gracias a la vida, que me ha dado tanto &lt;br /&gt;me ha dado el sonido y el abecedario &lt;br /&gt;con él las palabras que pienso y declaro &lt;br /&gt;padre, amigo, hermano, y luz alumbrando &lt;br /&gt;la ruta del alma de la que yo amo &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;gracias a la vida, que me ha dado tanto &lt;br /&gt;me dio el corazón, que agita su marco &lt;br /&gt;cuando miro el fruto del cerebro humano &lt;br /&gt;cuando miro el bueno tan lejos del malo &lt;br /&gt;cuando miro el fondo de sus ojos claros &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;gracias a la vida, que me ha dado tanto &lt;br /&gt;me ha dado la risa y me ha dado el llanto &lt;br /&gt;así yo distingo dicha de quebranto &lt;br /&gt;los dos materiales que forman mi canto &lt;br /&gt;el canto de ustedes, que es el mismo canto &lt;br /&gt;el canto de todos, que es mi propio canto&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-109104463121690019?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/109104463121690019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/109104463121690019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2004/07/gracias-la-vida-violeta-parra.html' title='Gracias A La Vida - Violeta Parra '/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-109102163698592974</id><published>2004-07-28T13:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-10T14:08:29.086Z</updated><title type='text'>Blaue Augen - Ideal</title><content type='html'>ideal im tv&lt;br /&gt;lassen mich völlig kalt,&lt;br /&gt;und die ganze szene&lt;br /&gt;hängt mir aus'm hals.&lt;br /&gt;da bleib ich kühl kein gefühl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grelle sache aus'n fifties, sixties&lt;br /&gt;alles hohl und hundsgemein.&lt;br /&gt;auf skoda oder fiorucci&lt;br /&gt;flieg ich nicht mehr ein.&lt;br /&gt;da bleib ich kühl - kein gefühl, kein gefühl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doch deine blauen augen&lt;br /&gt;machen mich so sentimental,&lt;br /&gt;wenn du mich so anschaust&lt;br /&gt;wird mir alles andere egal.&lt;br /&gt;deine blauen augen&lt;br /&gt;sind phänomenal,&lt;br /&gt;was ich dann so fühle&lt;br /&gt;ist nicht mehr normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;das ist gefährlich, lebensgefährlich,&lt;br /&gt;soviel gefühl, nichts mehr kühl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;die insiderfeten, da schlaf ich ein,&lt;br /&gt;ich will auch nicht in london sein.&lt;br /&gt;bei sex und drugs und rock'n'roll&lt;br /&gt;ist das maß an stumpfsinn voll.&lt;br /&gt;ich bleib kühl - kein gefühl, kein gefühl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;der ganze hassl um die knete&lt;br /&gt;macht mich taub und stumm.&lt;br /&gt;für den halben luxus&lt;br /&gt;leg ich mich nicht krumm,&lt;br /&gt;nur der scheich ist wirklich reich. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doch deine blauen augen&lt;br /&gt;machen mich so sentimental,&lt;br /&gt;wenn du mich so anschaust&lt;br /&gt;wird mir alles andere egal.&lt;br /&gt;deine blauen augen&lt;br /&gt;sind phänomenal,&lt;br /&gt;was ich dann so fühle&lt;br /&gt;ist nicht mehr normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;das ist gefährlich, lebensgefährlich,&lt;br /&gt;soviel gefühl, nichts mehr kühl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doch deine blauen augen&lt;br /&gt;machen mich so sentimental,&lt;br /&gt;wenn du mich so anschaust&lt;br /&gt;wird mir alles andere egal.&lt;br /&gt;deine blauen augen&lt;br /&gt;sind phänomenal,&lt;br /&gt;was ich dann so fühle&lt;br /&gt;ist nicht mehr normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;das ist gefährlich, lebensgefährlich,&lt;br /&gt;soviel gefühl, nichts mehr kühl. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-109102163698592974?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/109102163698592974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/109102163698592974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2004/07/blaue-augen-ideal.html' title='Blaue Augen - Ideal'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-109102073538710761</id><published>2004-07-28T13:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-19T05:38:56.604Z</updated><title type='text'>Ich Liebe Dich - Clowns &amp; Helden</title><content type='html'>ausgerechnet mir muss das passieren. wir haben '86,&lt;br /&gt;und ich altes trottelgesicht hab' mich verliebt.&lt;br /&gt;ich sitze hier vor deinem dummen foto&lt;br /&gt;und bemerke immer wieder, wie hübsch Du eigentlich bist.&lt;br /&gt;und wenn ich mal hochguck, dann sehe ich den telefonhörer&lt;br /&gt;und ich denk' ich nehm' ihn ab und ruf' Dich an und sag's Dir einfach.&lt;br /&gt;ist doch die einfachste und normalste sache der welt.&lt;br /&gt;vorher, vorher rauche ich noch 'ne zigarette.&lt;br /&gt;meist rauche ich dann zwei oder drei schachteln und halt meine klappe.&lt;br /&gt;nein, für mich bist Du nicht nur hübsch, Du bist mehr für mich -&lt;br /&gt;ich liebe Dich!&lt;br /&gt;oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh, oh!&lt;br /&gt;fast kommt es mir wie eine krankheit vor,&lt;br /&gt;nimmst Du meine hand, dann denke ich, das muss wohl fieber sein.&lt;br /&gt;ja - ja, ich weiss, sowas geht ja auch wieder weg,&lt;br /&gt;doch ich will, dass danach freundschaft bleibt und nicht bloss dreck,&lt;br /&gt;und nicht bloss dreck.&lt;br /&gt;ich will mit Dir lachen, wenn niemand mehr mit Dir lachen kann,&lt;br /&gt;will Deine hand im notfall spüren.&lt;br /&gt;werd nie sagen, Du gehörst mir, denn auch ich gehöre Dir nicht.&lt;br /&gt;oh, bitte lach' jetzt nicht!&lt;br /&gt;ich liebe Dich!&lt;br /&gt;ich liebe Dich, ich liebe Dich, ich liebe Dich, oh, oh.&lt;br /&gt;oh ich liebe Dich, oh ich liebe Dich, liebe Dich, ich liebe Dich, oh,&lt;br /&gt;oh.&lt;br /&gt;manchmal spuer ich, dass Du mich ohne ein wort verstehst,&lt;br /&gt;und wenn Du mit mir schläfst, dass sich unter mir der boden dreht.&lt;br /&gt;wir versprechen uns wirklich keine ewigkeit,&lt;br /&gt;alles kommt, wie es kommen soll, ich bin zu allem bereit, zu allem&lt;br /&gt;bereit.&lt;br /&gt;möcht gern neben Dir stehen, wenn niemand mehr neben Dir stehen mag,&lt;br /&gt;möcht spüren, wann es zeit ist, für mich zu gehen.&lt;br /&gt;gib mir noch 'ne zigarette - ich bin völlig aufgedreht,&lt;br /&gt;oh, bitte lach jetzt nicht -&lt;br /&gt;ich liebe Dich!&lt;br /&gt;ich liebe Dich, ich liebe Dich, ich liebe Dich, oh, oh.&lt;br /&gt;oh ich liebe Dich, oh ich liebe Dich, liebe Dich, ich liebe Dich, oh,&lt;br /&gt;oh.&lt;br /&gt;oh ich liebe Dich, oh ich liebe Dich, liebe Dich, ich liebe Dich, oh,&lt;br /&gt;oh.&lt;br /&gt;oh ich liebe Dich, oh ich liebe Dich, liebe Dich, ich liebe Dich, oh,&lt;br /&gt;oh.&lt;br /&gt;ich liebe Dich!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zpUI8P6KcnE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zpUI8P6KcnE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-109102073538710761?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/109102073538710761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/109102073538710761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2004/07/ich-liebe-dich-clowns-helden.html' title='Ich Liebe Dich - Clowns &amp; Helden'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-109100313529585660</id><published>2004-07-28T08:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-10T13:59:06.130Z</updated><title type='text'>Kompliment - Sportfreunde Stiller</title><content type='html'>wenn man so will,&lt;br /&gt;bist du das ziel einer langen reise.&lt;br /&gt;die perfektion der besten art und weise,&lt;br /&gt;in stillen momenten leise,&lt;br /&gt;die schaumkrone der woge der begeisterung,&lt;br /&gt;bergauf, mein antrieb und schwung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ich wollte dir nur mal eben sagen,&lt;br /&gt;dass du das größte für mich bist,&lt;br /&gt;und sichergehen, ob du denn dasselbe für mich fühlst,&lt;br /&gt;für mich fühlst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wenn man so will,&lt;br /&gt;bist du meine chill-out area,&lt;br /&gt;meine feiertage in jedem jahr,&lt;br /&gt;meine süßwarenabteilung im supermarkt.&lt;br /&gt;die lösung, wenn mal was hakt,&lt;br /&gt;so wertvoll, dass man es sich gerne aufspart,&lt;br /&gt;und so schön, dass man nie darauf verzichten mag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ich wollte dir nur mal eben sagen,&lt;br /&gt;dass du das größte für mich bist,&lt;br /&gt;und sichergehen, ob du denn dasselbe für mich fühlst,&lt;br /&gt;für mich fühlst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ich wollte dir nur mal eben sagen,&lt;br /&gt;dass du das größte für mich bist,&lt;br /&gt;und sichergehen, ob du denn dasselbe für mich fühlst,&lt;br /&gt;für mich fühlst&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-109100313529585660?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/109100313529585660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/109100313529585660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2004/07/kompliment-sportfreunde-stiller.html' title='Kompliment - Sportfreunde Stiller'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-109100247481960689</id><published>2004-07-28T08:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-19T04:37:32.551Z</updated><title type='text'>Malagueña salerosa - E. Ramirez / Galindo</title><content type='html'>Que bonitos ojos tienes&lt;br /&gt;debajo de esas dos ejas&lt;br /&gt;debajo de esas dos ejas&lt;br /&gt;que bonitos ojos tienes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellos me quieren mirar&lt;br /&gt;pero si tu no los dejas&lt;br /&gt;pero si tu no los dejas&lt;br /&gt;ni si quiera parpadiar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malagueña salerosa&lt;br /&gt;besar tus labios quisiera&lt;br /&gt;besar tus labios quisiera&lt;br /&gt;malagueña salerosa&lt;br /&gt;y decirte niña hermosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eres lin... da y hechicera&lt;br /&gt;Eres linda y hechicera&lt;br /&gt;como el candor de una rosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si por pobre me desprecias&lt;br /&gt;yo te consedo razon&lt;br /&gt;yo te consedo razon&lt;br /&gt;si por pobre me desprecias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo no te ofrezco riquezas&lt;br /&gt;te ofrezco mi corazon&lt;br /&gt;te ofrezco mi corazon&lt;br /&gt;a cambio de mi pobreza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malagueña salerosa&lt;br /&gt;besar tus labios quisiera&lt;br /&gt;besar tus labios quisiera&lt;br /&gt;malagueña salerosa&lt;br /&gt;y decirte niña hermosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eres lin... da y hechicera&lt;br /&gt;Eres linda y hechicera&lt;br /&gt;como el candor de una rosa&lt;br /&gt;y decirte niña hermosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gyp8Us-ixkk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gyp8Us-ixkk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-109100247481960689?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/109100247481960689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/109100247481960689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2004/07/malaguea-salerosa-e-ramirez-galindo.html' title='Malagueña salerosa - E. 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