tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379523272024-02-08T18:09:30.909+01:00LiederseeHerzlich willkommen, auf Liederseen.Rüdigerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00410335673778939261noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37952327.post-56818327286244000972012-08-14T14:18:00.001+02:002015-02-19T00:54:58.135+01:00Plinky NoiseDie Herren und Dame der Band <a href="http://www.walkofftheearth.com/">Walk Off The Earth</a> zeigen, wie man zu fünft gleichzeitig auf einer Gitarre spielt:<br />
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<a href='http://www.myvideo.de/watch/8405191/Somebody_That_I_Used_to_Know_Walk_off_the_Earth' title='Somebody That I Used to Know - Walk off the Earth - MyVideo'>Somebody That I Used to Know - Walk off the Earth - MyVideo</a><br />
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Uns kann die Aufnahme aber nicht täuschen: Die Jungs und das Mädel haben zwar bestimmt gleichzeitig an der Gitarre gezupft und ihre Gesichter hübsch bewegt, die Audiospur des Videos ist aber eine glasklar produzierte Mehrspuraufnahme. Fünf Pluspunkte für ne coole Idee, aber drei Minuspunkte für den Täuschungsversuch ;-). Das haben auch schon andere gemerkt:<br />
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Rüdigerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00410335673778939261noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37952327.post-75762636487288349142012-05-27T10:29:00.001+02:002012-05-27T10:29:09.514+02:00Acoustic child of mine<p>Hier gibt's <i>Sweet Child of Mine</i> in akustisch mit bei Slash auf die Finger gucken.<br />
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Gefunden auf <a href="http://www.thatrealschitt.com/2008/01/aint-no-sunshine.html">thatrealschitt.com</a>: Eine bemerkenswerte Version von "Ain't no sunshine", von Jose Feliciano:
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</p>Rüdigerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00410335673778939261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37952327.post-83988255315906964882007-12-18T23:19:00.001+01:002014-02-18T00:37:39.413+01:00Under Pressure<p>Zwei der größten Stimmen, eins der besten Baßriffs, ein beeindruckend sauber gearbeiteter Song. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Under_Pressure">Under Pressure</a> von Queen und David Bowie. Wer davon wirklich wieviel geschrieben hat wird wohl niemand wissen. Wikipedia sagt, der größte Teil stamme von Freddy Mercury, doch klar ist, daß der Song niemals das wäre, was er ist, ohne die beiden Stimmen von Mercury und Bowie. </p><p>Für mich einer der Schätze der Popgeschichte. Und ein Liedanfang, der rockt, egal wie oft man ihn hört – und ich hab ihn nun schon einige male hintereinander gehört, um herauszufinden, was Freddy da am Anfang wirklich sagt. Meine beste Schätzung findet Ihr hier. </p><div class="lyrics"> <p>Bm bm ba deb<br />
Um bum ba beb<br />
B b bm ba be be </p><p>Pressure,<br />
pushing down on me,<br />
pressing down on you,<br />
no man ask for.<br />
Under pressure,<br />
that burns a building down,<br />
splits a family in two,<br />
puts people on streets – </p><p>Bm ba ba be<br />
Bm ba ba be<br />
De day da<br />
Ee day dab </p><p>It's the terror of knowing<br />
what this world is about,<br />
watching some good friends<br />
screaming "Let me out",<br />
pray "Tomorrow gets me higher!"<br />
Pressure on people, people on streets – </p><p>Day day dab, mm hm<br />
Da da da ba ba<br />
Oh ehay </p><p>Chippin' around, kick my brains round the floor,<br />
these are the days it never rains but it pours –<br />
Ee do ba ba<br />
Ee da do ba bab<br />
Um bo bob<br />
Be lap<br />
People on streets – ee da de da de<br />
People on streets – ee da de dab de dab de dab </p><p>It's the terror of knowing<br />
what this world is about,<br />
watching some good friends<br />
screaming "Let me out",<br />
pray "Tomorrow gets me high, high, high!"<br />
Pressure on people, people on streets – </p><p>Turned away from it all like a blind man,<br />
sat on a fence but it don't work,<br />
keep coming up with love, but it's so slashed and torn.<br />
Why? Why, why?<br />
Love –<br />
Insanity laughs: under pressure we're cracking. </p><p>Can't we give ourselves one more chance?<br />
Why can't we give love that one more chance?<br />
Why can't we give love, give love?<br />
</p><p>'Cause love's such an old fashioned word,<br />
and love dares you to care for<br />
the people on the edge of the night,<br />
and loves dares you to change our way of<br />
caring about ourselves. –<br />
This is our last dance.<br />
This is our last dance.<br />
This is ourselves<br />
under pressure.<br />
Under pressure.<br />
Pressure. </p></div><p>Von den Videos möchte ich Euch zwei ans Herz legen, das eine das offizielle (übrigens ein sehr schönes), das andere eine Aufnahme, die Bowie mit einer jungen Dame gemacht hat, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gail_Ann_Dorsey">Gail Ann Dorsey</a>. Gail Dorsey übernimmt bei dieser Aufnahme nicht nur den Part von Freddy Mercury, sondern auch gleich noch den von Bassist John Deacon, und das mit einer brillianten Performance. Dabei wird einem erst einmal bewußt, in welchen Tonlagen Freddy Mercury so gesungen hat – der Ton, den er auf dem Wort <span style="font-style:italic;">Why?</span> erreicht, ist wenn ich nicht irre, das zweigestrichene a, ein astreiner Sopranton. Was die Leistung von Frau Dorsey betrifft, so gilt einer der Kommentare, die man auf YouTube zu diesem Video findet: <p class="statement">Watch bowie again… he does NOTHING except say and speak a few words… THE GIRL DOES EVERYTHING! </p><p>Aber Bowie schnippt. </p><p>Update 2.4.2010: Das Video, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aNGQor3dED8">auf das ich mich bezog</a>, ist in Deutschland nicht mehr verfügbar. Ihr seht unten eine Liveaufnahme von Bowie und Dorsey, aufgenommen 1996 in Deutschland. </p><p><object height="auto" width="auto"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xtrEN-YKLBM"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xtrEN-YKLBM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="400"></embed></object> </p><p><object height="auto" width="auto"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NDSifPIe_mc"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NDSifPIe_mc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="400"></embed></object> </p>Rüdigerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00410335673778939261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37952327.post-1166100001545498052007-03-08T22:54:00.001+01:002010-04-02T20:07:43.208+02:00Kayleigh<p>
<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kayleigh">Kayleigh</a> von Marillion, ein großer Song meiner Jugend. Das Album <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Misplaced_Childhood">Misplaced Childhood</a> zählt sicher zu den besten aus diesen Tagen.
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Do you remember?<br /> Chalk hearts melting on a playground wall.<br />
Do you remember?<br /> Dawn escapes from moonwashed college halls.<br />
Do you remember?<br /> The cherry blossom in the market square.<br />
Do you remember?<br /> I thought it was confetti in our hair.<br />
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By the way, didn't I break your heart?<br />
Please excuse me, I never meant to break your heart.<br />
So sorry, I never meant to break your heart,<br />
But you broke mine.
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Kayleigh, is it too late to say I'm sorry?<br />
And Kayleigh, could we get it together again?<br />
I just can't go on pretending that it came to a natural end.
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Kayleigh, oh I never thought I'd miss you,<br />
And Kayleigh I thought that we'd always be friends.<br />
We said our love would last forever,<br />
So how did it come to this bitter end?
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Do you remember?<br /> Barefoot on the lawn with shooting stars.<br />
Do you remember?<br /> Loving on the floor in Belsize Park.<br />
Do you remember?<br /> Dancing in stilettoes in the snow.<br />
Do you remember?<br /> You never understood I had to go.<br />
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By the way, didn't I break your heart?<br />
Please excuse me, I never meant to break your heart.<br />
So sorry, I never meant to break your heart,<br />
But you broke mine.
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Kayleigh, I just wanna say I'm sorry,<br />
But Kayleigh, I'm too scared to pick up the phone,<br />
To hear you've found another lover to patch up our broken home.
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Kayleigh, I'm still trying to write that love song,<br />
Kayleigh, it's more important to me now youre gone.<br />
Maybe it will prove that we were right,<br />
Or it will prove that I was wrong.
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<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bob_Dylan">Bob Dylans</a> Like a Rolling Stone war die Lösung des ersten halbakustischen Schneeseerätsels. Gewußt hats mal wieder <a href="http://schneesee.blogspot.com/2006/12/aller-anfang-ist-schwer-3.html#c116617169911942709">der Papst</a>, wie auch <a href="http://schneesee.blogspot.com/2006/12/aller-anfang-ist-schwer-3.html#c116619299036300434">Andreas</a>. War wohl doch zu einfach.
Aber das ist nun wirklich mal einer der berühmtesten Liedanfänge der Popgeschichte.
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Once upon a time you dressed so fine<br />
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?<br />
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"<br />
You thought they were all kiddin' you<br />
You used to laugh about<br />
Everybody that was hangin' out<br />
Now you don't talk so loud<br />
Now you don't seem so proud<br />
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.
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How does it feel<br />
How does it feel<br />
To be without a home<br />
Like a complete unknown<br />
Like a rolling stone?
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You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely<br />
But you know you only used to get juiced in it<br />
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street<br />
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it<br />
You said you'd never compromise<br />
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize<br />
He's not selling any alibis<br />
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes<br />
And ask him do you want to make a deal?
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How does it feel<br />
How does it feel<br />
To be on your own<br />
With no direction home<br />
Like a complete unknown<br />
Like a rolling stone?
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You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns<br />
When they all come down and did tricks for you<br />
You never understood that it ain't no good<br />
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you<br />
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat<br />
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat<br />
Ain't it hard when you discover that<br />
He really wasn't where it's at<br />
After he took from you everything he could steal.
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How does it feel<br />
How does it feel<br />
To be on your own<br />
With no direction home<br />
Like a complete unknown<br />
Like a rolling stone?
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Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people<br />
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made<br />
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things<br />
But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe<br />
You used to be so amused<br />
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used<br />
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse<br />
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose<br />
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.
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How does it feel<br />
How does it feel<br />
To be on your own<br />
With no direction home<br />
Like a complete unknown<br />
Like a rolling stone?
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Cannonball, von <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Damien_Rice">Damien Rice</a>. Tom Liwa spielt ein wunderschönes Cover davon auf seinen Konzerten.
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Still a little bit of your taste in my mouth<br />
Still a little bit of you laced with my doubt<br />
Still a little hard to say what's going on
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Still a little bit of your ghost your witness<br />
Still a little bit of your face I haven't kissed<br />
You step a little closer each day<br />
Still I can't say what's going on
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Stones taught me to fly<br />
Love taught me to lie<br />
Life taught me to die<br />
So it's not hard to fall<br />
When you float like a cannonball
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Still a little bit of your song in my ear<br />
Still a little bit of your words I long to hear<br />
You step a little closer to me<br />
So close that I can't see what's going on
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Stones taught me to fly<br />
Love taught me to lie<br />
Life taught me to die<br />
So it's not hard to fall<br />
When you float like a cannon ball
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Stones taught me to fly<br />
Love taught me to cry<br />
So come on courage!<br />
Teach me to be shy<br />
'Cause it's not hard to fall<br />
And I don't wanna scare her<br />
It's not hard to fall<br />
And I don't wanna lose<br />
It's not hard to grow<br />
When you know that you just don't know
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</p>Rüdigerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00410335673778939261noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37952327.post-1165792490173838572006-12-14T13:02:00.000+01:002006-12-14T19:53:40.663+01:00Eskimo<p>
Halleluja! <a href="http://schneesee.blogspot.com/2006/12/aller-anfang-ist-schwer-2.html#c116609644894229690">Der Papst persönlich</a> hat das zweite Schneesee-Rätsel gelöst. Zwar erst <a href="http://schneesee.blogspot.com/2006/12/aller-anfang-ist-schwer-2.html#c116609671325170612">beim zweiten Anlauf</a>, aber da woll'n wir mal nicht so streng sein mit dem Papst. Kann ja nicht alles wissen. Eskimo von <a href="http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tom_Liwa">Tom Liwa</a> war das Lied mit einer der besten ersten Zeilen, die diese Welt zu bieten hat.
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Dies ist kein Brief – nur eine Straßenkarte,<br />
auf der ich mit dem Finger entlangfahr,<br />
während ich auf Antwort warte.<br />
Hier in den Bergen vergeht die Zeit wie im Schlaf,<br />
erst nach Jahren wird sie uns knapp.
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Ein schwarzer Vogel in einer schwarzen Kiste,<br />
ein verbotener Garten, umrahmt von Flüssen.<br />
Schlag schneller, schlag höher, mein Eskimoherz,<br />
komm näher!<br />
Komm und begrab mich unter deinem Schnee,<br />
Du weißt, ich glaub nur, was ich seh.
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All meine Geschwister sind Einzelkinder,<br />
und auch der Mond, von dem ich sag, es ist meiner,<br />
gehört mir nur im Winter.<br />
Was denkt ein Pinguin in seinem Käfig im Zoo,<br />
im Herbst, wenn die Vögel zieh'n – in die Sonne?
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</div>Rüdigerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00410335673778939261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37952327.post-1165765352142158402006-12-12T11:16:00.001+01:002010-04-02T19:53:57.479+02:00Aller Anfang ist schwer<p>
Die Auflösung des <a href="http://schneesee.blogspot.com/2006/12/liste-der-besten-liedanfnge-1.html">Schneesee-Rätsels</a> vom zweiten Dezember, und ein Lied mit einem schönen Anfang, und ein schönes Lied für den Anfang: Twist in my Sobriety von <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tanita_Tikaram">Tanita Tikaram</a>. Die wunderbare erste Zeile "All God's children need travelling shoes" ist eine Referenz an ein Buch von Maya Angelou über deren Emigration nach Ghana.
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All God's children need travelling shoes<br />
Drive your problems from here<br />
All good people read good books<br />
Now your conscience is clear<br />
I hear you talk girl<br />
Now your conscience is clear
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In the morning I wipe my brow<br />
Wipe the miles away<br />
I like to think I can be so willed<br />
And never do what you say<br />
I'll never hear you<br />
And never do what you say
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Look my eyes are just holograms<br />
Look your love has drawn red from my hands<br />
From my hands you know you'll never be<br />
More than twist in my sobriety
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We just poked a little pie<br />
For the fun people had at night<br />
Late at night don't need hostility<br />
The timid smile and pause to free
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I don't care about their different thoughts<br />
Different thoughts are good for me<br />
Up in arms and chaste and whole<br />
All God's children took their toll
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Look my eyes are just holograms<br />
Look your love has drawn red from my hands<br />
From my hands you know you'll never be<br />
More than twist in my sobriety
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Cup of tea, take time to think, yea<br />
Time to risk a life, a life, a life<br />
Sweet and handsome<br />
Soft and porky<br />
You pig out 'til you've seen the light<br />
Pig out 'til you've seen the light
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Half the people read the papers<br />
Read them good and well<br />
Pretty people, nervous people<br />
People have got to sell<br />
News you have to sell
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<p>
Look my eyes are just holograms<br />
Look your love has drawn red from my hands<br />
From my hands you know you'll never be<br />
More than twist in my sobriety
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