Life is Music (Thema geklaut von LyS)
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Zitat von Yasmin
Und wie ich bereits signalisierte: Wer freundlich ist und wenn ich Muse habe, führe ich das vielleicht weiter aus, wenn nicht, dann nicht.
Hier hast du Muse
(das war toxisch)
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Wie schön es ist, bekloppt zu sein
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Inside, inside my mind
Feelings, thought evolution left behind
Look out at the shadows of weeping billions
Destroyers of your own civilization
Look out at the dead of summers window
In the heartland of the inner city winter
The dying, the empty figures wait
While riding a world they cannot save
Love the dying
Love the dying
Species slowly disappear
From the canyon of the new concrete frontier
All races of the suicidal species
Drawn faces, just fire their babies
Love the dying
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A lullaby makes you feel better
The world's all but died but we're together
A lullaby makes you feel better
The hatred outside, really doesn't, really doesn't matter
It doesn't matter
It doesn't matter
It doesn't matter
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Here´s to the losers
The substance abusers
To the rejects
All the imperfects
´Cause i think we´re beatiful
´Cause i think we´re beautiful
´Cause i think we´re beautiful
No matter what anyone says
I think we´re beautiful
The most beautiful in the world
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Calling out to our world leaders of all nations
Calling out to our world believers in freedom
I'm a believer, I'm a believer, I'm a believer, I'm a believer
I dream supersonic, I dream supersonic, I dream supersonic
I dream supersonic, I dream supersonic, I dream supersonic
I dream supersonic, I dream supersonic
We are the government, we are the government, we are the government
We are the government, we are the government, we are the government
We are the government, we are the government
AND WE ROCKNROLL
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Ey Alex was geht
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Don't pledge allegiance to flags, I burn 'em
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Inside, inside my mind
Feelings, thought evolution left behind
Look out at the shadows of weeping billions
Destroyers of your own civilization
Look out at the dead of summers window
In the heartland of the inner city winter
The dying, the empty figures wait
While riding a world they cannot save
Love the dying
Love the dying
Species slowly disappear
From the canyon of the new concrete frontier
All races of the suicidal species
Drawn faces, just fire their babies
Love the dying
stabiler typ.
hat mich vom stil her entfernt an die olle kamelle hier erinnert. ist halt auch n brett
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Steckt bei beiden viel 80er drin - auf den ersten beiden Warrior Soul in der Form von Joy Division. Und generell viel wütende, dystopische Verachtung auf die US NeoLibs der 80er.
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Hat mir als damals 15-Jährigem, mit nur einem Gitarrenriff über 10 Minuten den American Dream klip und klar verständlich gemacht - (und damit 1988 ziemlich exakt Trumpsche Verhältnisse vorausgesagt sowie nebenbeidas Drehbuch für The Wire geschrieben).
(...) It would be a little obvious
To fence off all the slums
Hand out machine guns
To the poor in the projects
And watch 'em kill each other off
A more subtle genocide is when
The only hope for the young
Is to join the Army and slowly die
Wall Street or Crack Dealer Avenue
The last roads left to the American Dream
Wall Street or Crack Dealer Avenue
Wall Street or Crack Dealer Avenue
Only on road leads to this neighborhood
Little kids wanna sell drugs when they grow up
More crack-more panic-moe cops-more jails
You see emergency-total war
You see emergency-total war
You see a black face-you see a crackhead
You see a black face-you see a crackhead
You see a black face-you see Willie Horton with a knife
They're everywhere, I know
You asked for it, you've got it
Drug suspects have no rights at all
Property seized and sold before trial
Labor camps-on American soil?!?
The leader for tomorrow is yours today
Finally gotcha psyched for a police state
On the Washington D.C. Beltway
Around and around I go
In a black van with no windows
And a chimney puffing smoke
My van's a mobile oven now
That burns the bodies you never see
Just like in Chile or Guatemala
People just seem to disappear
Just like Rome
We fell asleep when we got spoiled
Ignore human rights in the rest of the world
Ya might just lose your own
As the noose of narco-militarism
Tightens 'round your necks
We worry about burning flags
And pee in jars at work
To keep our jobs
But if someone came for you one night
And dragged you away
Do you really think your neighbors
Would even care...
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Steckt bei beiden viel 80er drin - auf den ersten beiden Warrior Soul in der Form von Joy Division. Und generell viel wütende, dystopische Verachtung auf die US NeoLibs der 80er.
Ah nice... Ich habe Unknown Pleasures seit Ewigkeiten nicht mehr gehört.
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Put down that weapon or we'll all be gone
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