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Black Market Dealers  (by Funker Vogt, vom Album "Maschine Zeit")

Bombed ruins form the skyline
Burnt places - all around
People trading their possessions
A keepsake for some bread

Crowded trains full of people
Remindful of a cattle transport
Families get separated
On the way to their new homes

Still the children search for cover
When they hear the airplanes
Their bags are always packed
Just with dolls, books and pencils

The first black men they ever saw
Were among the foreign soldiers
Some of them were really kind
Bringing food and sometimes sweets

No more sirens in the night
Which made you run into the basement
Wo more fear of foreign soldiers
Who came to search the house

Chorus:
It's the summer of fourty-five
Black-market dealers are in the streets
But we all feel so alive
Now we get again what we need

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Hell is living without you (Alice Cooper)

I can't find your face in a thousand masqueraders
You're hidden in the colors of a million other lost charaders
In life's big parade
I'm the lonliest spectator
Cuz you're gone without a trace in a sea of faceless imitators

I can't take another night
Burning inside this

Hell is living without your love
Ain't nothin' without your
Touch me
Heaven would be like hell
Is living without you

Try to walk away
When I see the time I've wasted
Starving at a feast
And all this wine I've never tasted
On my lips your memory has been stained
Is it all in vain
Tell me who's to blame

I can't take another night
Burning inside this

Hell is living without your love
Ain't nothin' without your
Touch me
Heaven would be like hell
Is living without you

Nights get longer and colder
I'm down and begging to hold ya
On my own and I feel like hell
Is living without you

Hell is living without your love
Ain't nothin' without your
Touch me
Heaven would be like hell
Is living without you

Nights get longer and colder
I'm down and begging to hold ya
On my own and I feel like hell
Is living without you

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Poison (Alice Cooper)

Your cruel device
Your blood, like ice
One look could kill
My pain, your thrill

I want to love you but I better not touch (Don't touch)
I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too much (Too much)
I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison running through my veins
You're poison, I don't want to break these chains

Your mouth, so hot
Your web, I'm caught
Your skin, so wet
Black lace on sweat

I hear you calling and it's needles and pins (And pins)
I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name
Don't want to touch you but you're under my skin (Deep in)
I want to kiss you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison running through my veins
You're poison, I don't wanna break these chains
Poison

One look could kill
My pain, your thrill
I want to love you but I better not touch (Don't touch)
I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too much (Too much)
I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison running through my veins
You're poison, I don't wanna break these chains
Poison

I want to love you but I better not touch (Don't touch)
I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too much (Too much)
I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison, yeah
I don't want to break these chains
Poison, oh no
Runnin' deep inside my veins,
Burnin' deep inside my veins
It's poison
I don't wanna break these chains
Poison

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Days gone by (Deine Lakaien)                                                                                          
The days gone by, remembered well
The sound gone by without your kiss
The sound gone by without you...
The nights so long in golden rooms
my heart so strong in strangest mood
my heart so strong in strangest...
The voice from heaven far above
My eyes look up and touch you...

I shall sleep only in my black mantle
When I attain the evening of these days.
I shall sleep only beneath the blackvault
When I attain the evening of these days.

I shall sleep only in my black mantle...

The days gone by, remembered well
The sound gone by without your kiss
The sound gone by without you...

I shall sleep only in my black mantle
When I attain the evening of these days.
Why then evoke the shade?
Why then try to explain?
Why then evoke the shade?
Why then try to explain?

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Escape (Muse)

Paint on my cruel or happy face
I hide me behind it
It takes me inside another place where no-one can find it
Escape
I get out when I can
Escape
Anytime I can
Escape
I'm crying in my beer
Escape
Just get me out of here

Don't get me wrong
Don't get me right
I'm not like you are
When I get home from work at night
I'm blacker and bluer

So I escape
I get out when I can
Escape
Anytime I can
Escape
I'm crying in my beer
Escape
Just get me out of here

Where am I running to?
There's no place to go
Just put on my makeup and get me to the show
Yeah
Escape

My doctor said just come around
You'll be taken care of
And while he ran my problems down
I stole his mascara

That's how I escape
I get out when I can
Escape
Anytime I can
Escape
I'm crying in my beer
Escape
Just get me out of here
Escape

 

 

Saitenspiel (Janus)

Mein Kind ist tot! Diphtherie!
Mein krankes Herz so schwach wie nie
Ich war ein Narr, wie es keinen zweiten gibt
zu glauben, dass Gott mich liebt.
Umsonst gehofft, umsonst gestrebt.
Ich habe nur Papier gelebt.
Zu spät erkannt, dass ich fiel..
Lebe wohl, mein Saitenspiel!
Vier Monate Hotel.
Vier Monate Neue Welt,
um zu vergessen, was geschah
und wegen Geld.
Es ist nachmittags halb vier.
Menschenmassen stehen Spalier.
Ein Leichenzug kriecht heran,
hält unterm Fenster an.
Kurze Pause.
Lautloses Stillstehen.
Ein Schlag auf die Trommel,
dann weitergehen, dann weitergehen!
Kindertotenlieder.
Ich hör mich immer wieder sagen:
"Mal nicht den Teufel an die Wand!
Mal nicht den Teufel an die Wand!"
Er starrt hinaus, teif bewegt.
Sein Atem stockt, als die Trommel schlägt.
Er dreht sich um, die Augen weit,
ein kranker Mann, zum Sterben bereit.
Bleibe mir mein Stab.
Geleite mich an mein Grab.
Ein, zwei Schritte noch, nicht viel.
Lebe wohl, mein Saitenspiel!
Müdes Herz, alte Kraft,
bald hast Du genug geschafft.
Weiter fort, bis ans Ziels.
Lebe wohl, mein Saitenspiel!
Gott! Lass mich nicht allein.
Vernichte mich!
Ich will nicht länger sein.
Siehst Du nicht? Er ist hier!
Der Teufel! Er tanzt mit mir!
Müdes Herz, alte Kraft,
bald hast Du genug geschafft.
Weiter fort, bis ans Ziels.
Lebe wohl, mein Saitenspiel!
 

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