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Eigentlich ein Bee-Gees-Song, wird die Version von Faith No More zur Perle und das Video zum Schmunzeln.



I started a joke, which started the whole world crying, | but I didnt see that the joke was on me, oh no.

I started to cry, which started the whole world laughing, | oh, if I'd only seen that the joke was on me.

I looked at the skies, running my hands over my eyes, | and I fell out of bed, hurting my head from things that I'd said.

Till I finally died, which started the whole world living, | oh, if Id only seen that the joke was on me.

I looked at the skies, running my hands over my eyes, | and I fell out of bed, hurting my head from things that I'd said.

Ich bin weder ein Fan von Joy Division noch von New Order und trotzdem, dieser Text, so traurig und wundervoll. Wenn ich ehrlich bin, war es die Coverversion von Jose Gonzales die mir das Herz gebrochen hat. Knick Knack.

When routine bites hard, | And ambitions are low, | And resentment rides high, | But emotions won't grow, | And we're changing our ways, | Taking different roads.

Then love, love will tear us apart again. | Love, love will tear us apart again.

Why is the bedroom so cold? | You've turned away on your side. | Is my timing that flawed? | Our respect runs so dry. | Yet there's still this appeal | That we've kept through our lives.

But love, love will tear us apart again. | Love, love will tear us apart again.

You cry out in your sleep, | All my failings exposed. | And there's a taste in my mouth, | As desperation takes hold. | Just that something so good | Just can't function no more.

But love, love will tear us apart again. | Love, love will tear us apart again. | Love, love will tear us apart again. | Love, love will tear us apart again.

All around me are familiar faces | Worn out places | Worn out faces | Bright and early for their daily races | Going nowhere | Going nowhere | Their tears are filling up their glasses | no expression | No expression | Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow | no tomorrow | No tomorrow

And I find it kind of funny | I find it kind of sad | The dreams in which i´m dying | Are the best i´ve ever had | I find it hard to tell you | ´cause I find it hard to take | When people run in circles | It´s a very very | Mad world | Mad world | Mad world | Mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good | Happy birthday | Happy birthday | Made to feel the way that every child should | Sit and listen | Sit and listen | Went to school and I was very nervous | No one knew me | No one knew me | Now the teacher tells me what´s my lesson | Look right through me | Look right through me

And I find it kind of funny | I find it kind of sad | The dreams in which i´m dying | Are the best i´ve ever had | I find it hard to tell you | ´cause I find it hard to take | When people run in circles | It´s a very very | Mad world | Mad world | Mad world | Mad world

Trotz des vielen Regens und des anhaltend schlechten Wetters, ist es nuneinmal so. Was will man dagegen tun. Stolz resignieren? Dieses Tribute ist für Tocotronic. Denn, ja, sie haben es sich verdient. Zwar ist dies nicht unbedingt einer der herausragenden Texte, davon gebe es viele, aber er passt nunmal gerade.

Sie hat zwei Beine | Und sie hat zwei Augen | Und aus denen | kann sie schauen | Und sie schaut zu mir

Und ich bin alleine | Und hab kein Vertrauen | Und kann Melodien klau´n | Und sie sagt zu mir:

Wir sind hier nicht in Seattle, Dirk | Und werden es auch niemals sein | Wir sind hier nicht in Seattle, Dirk | Was bildest du dir ein? | Was nicht ist, kann niemals sein

Ich spring über meinen Schatten | Man sie hat gut Lachen | Was machst du denn für Sachen | Was kann ich dafür

Und alles was wir hatten | Und alles was wir machen | Schätzchen laß es krachen | und komm zu mir

Wir sind hier nicht in Seattle, Dirk | Und werden es auch niemals sein | Wir sind hier nicht in Seattle, Dirk | Was bildest du dir ein? | Was nicht ist, kann niemals sein

I don't care if monday's blue | Tuesday's grey and wednesday too | Thursday i don't care about you | It's friday i'm in love | Monday you can fall apart | Tuesday wednesday break my heart | Thursday doesn't even start | It's friday i'm in love

Saturday wait | And sunday always comes too late | But friday never hesitate...

I don't care if monday's black | Tuesday wednesday heart attack | Thursday never looking back | It's friday i'm in love

Monday you can hold your head | Tuesday wednesday stay in bed | Or thursday watch the walls instead | It's friday i'm in love

Saturday wait | And sunday always comes too late | But friday never hesitate...

Dressed up to the eyes | It's a wonderful surprise | To see your shoes and your spirits rise | Throwing out your frown | And just smiling at the sound | And as sleek as a shriek | Spinning round and round | Always take a big bite | It's such a gorgeous sight | To see you eat in the middle of the night | You can never get enough | Enough of this stuff | It's friday | I'm in love

Dieser Song ist vor allem wegen des großartigen Videos von Michel Gondry bekannt. Ein kleiner, kurzer, knackiger Punksong, der natürlich hin geht wo er hin soll: Nach vorne. Die Lyrics sind ein kleines Juwel.

Fell in love with a girl | fell in love once and almost completely | she's in love with the world | but sometimes these feelings
can be so misleading | she turns and says "are you alright?" | I said "I must be fine cause my heart's still beating" | She says "come and kiss me by the riverside, bobby says it's fine he don't consider it cheating."

Red hair with a curl | mellow roll for the flavor | and the eyes for peeping | can't keep away from the girl | these two sides of my brain | need to have a meeting | can't think of anything to do | my left brain knows that | all love is fleeting | she's just looking for something new | and I said it once before | but it bears repeating

It's yet to be determined, | but the air is thick, | and my hope is feeling worn. | I'm missing home, | and I'm glad you're not a part of this, | there's parts of me that will be missed. | And the phone is always dead to me, | so I can't tell you the temperature is dropping | and it feels like.

It's colder than it ought to be in March | and I still got a day or two ahead of me | till I'll be heading home, | into your arms again. | And the people here are asking after you. | It doesn't make it easier. | It doesn't make it easier to be away.

I'd like to hire a plane. | I'd see you in the morning, | when the day is fresh. | I'm coming home again. | Coming home again. | Coming home again. | When the day is fresh, | I'm coming home again.

But it's warmer where you're waiting. | It feels more like July. | There's pillows in their cases, | and one of those is mine. | And you wrote the words "I love you", | and sprayed it with perfume. | It's better than the fire is | to heat this lonely room. | It's warmer where you're waiting | It feels more like July. | It feels more like July.

Wintertime winds blow cold the season | Fallen in love, I'm hopin' to be | Wind is so cold, is that the reason? | Keeping you warm, your hands touching me

Come with me dance, my dear | Winter's so cold this year | You are so warm | My wintertime love to be

Winter time winds blue and freezin' | Comin' from northern storms in the sea | Love has been lost, is that the reason? | Trying desperately to be free

Come with me dance, my dear | Winter's so cold this year | And you are so warm | My wintertime love to be

La, la, la, la

Come with me dance, my dear | Winter's so cold this year | You are so warm | My wintertime love to be

Es gibt selten einen Liedtext mit einer ganz bestimmten Stelle, die perfekt ist. Die in diesem einen Moment genau dem entspricht, ist was einen bewegt. Genau in diesem Moment und das hat eine Auswirkung. Nämlich, jedesmal, an genau dieser Stelle, wird dieser Moment neu, wieder - perfekt:"And every breath that is in your lungs is a tiny little gift to me, is a tiny little gift to me."

dead leaves and the dirty ground | when I know you're not around | shiny tops and soda pops | when I hear your lips make a sound | when I hear your lips make a sound

thirty notes in the mailbox | will tell ya that I'm coming home | and I think I'm gonna stick around | for a while so you're not alone | for a while so you're not alone

if you can hear a piano fall | you can hear me coming down the hall | if I can just hear your pretty voice | I don't think I need to see at all | don't think I need to see at all

soft hair and a velvet tongue | I wanna give ya what you give to me | and every breath that is in your lungs | is a tiny little gift to me | is a tiny little gift to me

I didn't feel so bad 'til the sun went down | then I come home | no one to wrap my arms around | wrap my arms around

well any man with a microphone | can tell you what he loves the most | and you know why you love at all | if you're thinking of the holy ghost | if you're thinking of the holy ghost

Wenig Bands, die ich kenne, mit dermaßen viel Energie, die aus jeder Zeile strömt, bricht und deine regennassen Haare in Sekunden recht föhnt, auf dass sie stehen, weit, mindestens bis zum Himmel. Mindestens. Intelligent unter Strom, von wegen AC/DC.

Can I scream? Yeah! | We lack the motion to move to the new beat | We lack the motion to move to the new beat

It's here for us to admire if we can afford the beauty of it | Can afford the luxury of turning our heads | Adjust that thousand dollars smile and behold the creation of man | Great words won't cover ugly actions - good frames won't save bad paintings

We lack the motion to move to the new beat. Yeah! | We lack... motion | When the day is over - Hey! - the doors are locked on us | Money buys the access - and we can't pay the cost | And how can we expect anyone to listen if we are using the same old voice? | We need new noise - new art for the real people

We dance to all the wrong songs | We enjoy all the wrong moves | We dance to all the wrong songs | We're not leading | We dance to all the wrong songs | We enjoy all the wrong moves | We dance to all the wrong songs | We're not, we're not, we're not, we're not, we're not, we're not... | Leading

We dance - all the wrong songs | We enjoy - all the wrong moves | We dance - all the wrong songs

We dance - all the wrong songs | We enjoy - all the wrong move | We dance - all the wrong songs

Here we go!

We dance to all the wrong songs | We enjoy all the wrong moves | We dance to all the wrong songs | We're not leading. Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

The new beat! The new beat! The new beat! The new beat! | The new beat! The new beat! The new beat! The new beat! | The new beat! The new beat! The new beat! The new beat! | The new beat! The new beat! The new beat! The new beat! | Thank you.