Musik...

Verfasst am: 24.10.2005 08:49:59 Titel: Musik...

morgens um halbacht im Radio:

Überleber (Survivor) Ei vom Tiger
Westlicher Lebensstil (Westlife) Auftaun Girl

Verfasst am: 24.10.2005 09:34:14 Titel:

in letzter Zeit singt ständig so ne Astmakranke Liiieebe isstt,

ich kanns nicht mer hörn

Verfasst am: 24.10.2005 11:26:47 Titel:

oder das Kehlkopfgejaule von Robbie W. Argsssss

aber wenns oder er den Mädels gefällt Nee, oder?

Verfasst am: 24.10.2005 11:44:17 Titel:

Hey seit ich das letzte mal MTV geguggt hab... (das ist übrigens eine TV Plattform zum Anpreisen von komsichen Klingeltönen und ein wohl vielversprechender Versuch Maul und Klauenseuche sowie die Vogelgrippe übers Fernsehen zu verbreiten) weiss ich dass Engel einsam Fliegen.. rotfl

Verfasst am: 24.10.2005 11:45:34 Titel:

Und ich habe gelernt, dass alles gut wird, wenn ich durch den Monsun laufe

Verfasst am: 24.10.2005 11:47:31 Titel:

und (fast) jeden morgen läuft: LEMONTREE. ich hasse es!

Verfasst am: 24.10.2005 11:50:24 Titel:

Peter: auch mein allerschlimmster feind seit Mitte der 90ger Jahre.... Dafür müsste es NOTAUS am Radio geben....

Verfasst am: 24.10.2005 11:51:16 Titel:

oder der Xaver, der Neidua.... *schüttelwürg*

Verfasst am: 24.10.2005 11:53:57 Titel:

ooooohhhhhhhhhh Heeerrrrr.......gibbbb mir einen Ausweeeeeeg aus meiner Verzweiflung........ich kann nie lächeln.........immer nur jammernnnnnnnn........Jeeeeeesussssss.........seier.......seier........so tiefgründigggggg........wo ist nur der Grund........
Naidoo is schlimm......

Verfasst am: 24.10.2005 11:55:25 Titel:

Meine Rede... das is dann dieses "wer kommt schneller an den ausschalter" syndrom

Verfasst am: 24.10.2005 11:56:19 Titel:

I've seen the yellow lights go down the Mississippi
I've seen the bridges of the world and they're for real
I've had a red light of wrist
Without me even gettin' kissed
It still seems so unreal

I've seen the morning in the mountains of Alaska
I've seen the sunset in the east and in the west
I've sang the glory that was Rome
And passed the hound dog singer's home
It still seems for the best

And I'm far far away with my head up in the clouds
And I'm far far away with my feet down in the crowds
Lettin' loose around the world
But the call of home is loud still as loud

I've seen the Paris lights from high upon Montmartre
And felt the silence hanging low in no mans land
And all those Spanish nights were fine
It wasn't only from the wine
It still seems all in hand

And I'm far far away with my head up in the clouds
. . .

I've seen the yellow lights go down the Mississippi
The grand Bahama island stories carry on
And all those arigato smiles
Stay in your memory for a while
There still seems more to come.

And I'm far far away with my head up in the clouds Love it

Verfasst am: 24.10.2005 11:57:27 Titel:

Uah, das war auch eines von diesen gruselliedern Ätsch

Verfasst am: 24.10.2005 12:30:31 Titel:

das ist wass schönes:
Peter Sarstedt - Where do you go to my Lovley

You talk like Marlene Dietrich
And you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire
Your clothes are all made by Balmain
And there's diamonds and pearls in your hair, yes there are

You live in a fancy apartment
Off the Boulevard Saint-Michel
Where you keep your Rolling Stones records
And a friend of Sacha Distel, yes you do

But where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do

I've seen all your qualifications
You got from the Sorbonne
And the painting you stole from Picasso
Your loveliness goes on and on, yes it does

When you go on your summer vacation
You go to Juan-les-Pins
With your carefully designed topless swimsuit
You get an even suntan on your back and on your legs

And when the snow falls you're found in Saint Moritz
With the others of the jet-set
And you sip your Napoleon brandy
But you never get your lips wet, no you don't

But where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Won't you tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do

Your name, it is heard in high places
You know the Aga Khan
He sent you a racehorse for Christmas
And you keep it just for fun, for a laugh a-ha-ha-ha

They say that when you get married
It'll be to a millionaire
But they don't realize where you came from
And I wonder if they really care, or give a damn

Where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do

I remember the back streets of Naples
Two children begging in rags
Both touched with a burning ambition
To shake off their lowly-born tags, so they try

So look into my face Marie-Claire
And remember just who you are
Then go and forget me forever
But I know you still bear the scar, deep inside, yes you do

I know where you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
I know the thoughts that surround you
'Cause I can look inside your head

Verfasst am: 24.10.2005 12:31:28 Titel:

Verfasst am: 24.10.2005 12:46:38 Titel:

meine freundin hört im auto die ganze zeit den xaaavieer *heul*

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