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Kann man? Ja man kann. Darf man? Ja man darf. Soll man? Nein, wieso auch?

Und wenn Du kurz davor bist, | kurz vor dem Fall, | und wenn Du denkst, | "Fuck it all!" | Und wenn Du nicht weißt, | wie soll es weitergehen

Kapitulation ohohoh | Kapitulation ohohoh | Kapitulation ohohoh | Kapitulation ohohoh | ohohoh | ohohoh

Und wenn Du denkst, | Alles ist zum Speien! | Und so wie Du jetzt bist | willst Du überhaupt nicht sein. | Wenn Du Dir sicher bist, | niemand kann Dich je verstehen

Kapitulation ohohoh | Kapitulation ohohoh | Kapitulation ohohoh | Kapitulation ohohoh | ohohoh | ohohoh

Und wenn Du traurig bist | und einsam und allein, | wenn die Welt im Schlaf versunken ist, | Du wirst es nie bereuen. | Wenn Du denkst, Fuck it all, | wie soll es weitergehen?

Kapitulation ohohoh | Kapitulation ohohoh | Kapitulation ohohoh | Kapitulation ohohoh | ohohoh | ohohoh

Die Vögel im Baum, | sie kapitulieren! | Die Füchse im Bau, | sie kapitulieren!

Die Wölfe im Gehege, | sie kapitulieren! | Die Stars in der Manege, | sie Kapitulieren!

Alle, die die Liebe suchen, | sie müssen kapitulieren! | Alle, die die Liebe finden, | sie müssen kapitulieren!

Alle, die disziplinieren, | sie müssen kapitulieren! | Alle, die uns kontrollieren, | sie müssen kapitulieren!

Alle, die uns deprimieren, | sie müssen kapitulieren! | Lasst uns an alle appellieren! | Wir müssen kapitulieren!

Kapitulation ohohoh | Kapitulation ohohoh | Kapitulation ohohoh | Kapitulation ohohoh | ohohoh | ohohoh

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.

Man muss nur aus dem Fenster sehen, den grauen Himmel umarmen, die tristen Pfützen begrüssen, wenn sie unseren Weg schlingern lassen und darauf vertrauen, dass es wunderbar sein wird, wenn der nächste Regen einsetzt. Nichts ist leichter als das.



I gave you a child, and you didn't want it | Thats the most that I have to give. | I gave you a house, and you didn't haunt it | Now where am I supposed to live. | I gave you a tree and you did not embrace it | I gave you a nightmare and you didn't chase it | I'd give you a dream and you'd only wake from it | Now I'll never go to sleep again. | I'd give you a treasure and you'd only take from it | Look at the hole where jewelry had been | Baby oh baby | Why must you escape from it | This love that we once called our friend.

I gave you my body and you ate aplenty | I gave you ten lives and you wasted twenty. | Now I'm standing empty, helpless and bare, without a morsel left of me to give | And you, you have vanished, into the air | The air in which I must live

Da steht sie, allein im Wind, dem Gestank des urbanen, zivilisierten Lebens ausgeliefert und wenn es mal eins auf die Zwölf gibt, dann knickt sie auch mal ein. Die Nase.



Dem einen passt sie, dem anderen wieder nicht und so mancher gar ungehobelt hobelt sie zurecht, um sie dann ganz weit oben tragen zu können. Die eine läuft ständig und die andere wird als Kokstrichter missbraucht, trotzdem sitzt sie fest im Zentrum, da wo es weh tut. Der eine spricht vom Riechkolben, obwohl dieser nur einen kleinen Teil ausmacht, vom Sprichwörtlichem Zinken ein anderer und das wunderschöne an ihr – sie sagt wenn es so richtig stinkt. Da muss man dann nicht einmal einen guten Riecher haben, denn offensichtlicher geht es dann gar nicht. Dann wird Alarm geschlagen und, wenn möglich, gerümpft. Nicht zu vergessen, die Größe, bei Männern soll sie direkte Rückschlüsse zulassen, auf den Schwanz nämlich, auf den dann auch mal getreten wird, wenn man sein Geruchsorgan in Sachen steckt die einen nichts angehen. Man muss halt für die richtige Situation ein Näschen haben, dann wird auch alles gut. Ein Hoch auf die Nase!

"Ambitioniert" trifft es wahrscheinlich am besten. Trotzdem ist es eine große Nummer einer Band die mal zurecht groß war.

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

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.

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.

Fall is here, hear the yell | back to school, ring the bell | brand new shoes, walking blues | climb the fence, books and pens | I can tell that we're going to be friends

Walk with me, Suzy Lee | through the park and by the tree | we will rest upon the ground | and look at all the bugs we found | then safely walk to school without a sound

Well here we are, no one else | we walked to school all by ourselves | there's dirt on our uniforms | from chasing all the ants and worms | we clean up and now its time to learn

Numbers, letters, learn to spell | nouns, and books, and show and tell | at playtime we will throw the ball | back to class, through the hall | teacher marks our height against the wall

And we don't notice any time pass | we don't notice anything | we sit side by side in every class | teacher thinks that I sound funny | but she likes the way you sing

Tonight I'll dream while I'm in bed | when silly thoughts go through my head | about the bugs and alphbet | and when I wake tommorow I'll bet | that you and I will walk together again | cause I can tell that we're going to be friends

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