Schöne Aufnahmen

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01 100 Mph (In 2nd Gear) 1.mp3 (5918 KB)

A long, long time ago (but not so long ago though…)
Days went slow but the weeks flew fast, flying past and calling us – hurry up!
Some people push and shove, other ones aren’t tough enough
Chewing things over and over insideThen down that shute they slide – by the wayside
It’s like driving 100 MPH in second gear
Jumped through one too many hoops to prove you shoot not in cold blood but fear
This place is so austere, but I feel safe in hereFeels like a little prison in my mind
No blinds to draw down when the dark decides
It’s like driving 100 MPH in second gear
Jumped through one too many hoops to prove you shoot not in cold blood but fear
Rain’s coming down thick and fastPressed up against the glass
The cold precision of the wipersDo nothing to make our journey brighter

Großbritannien, http://www.last.fm/music/Gemma+Ray

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02 Our Window.mp3 (13868 KB)

Well it's four in the morning, things are getting heavy
and we both know that its over, but we're both not ready
and you're talking like a stranger, so i don't know what to do
and i'm caloused and i'm cruel to everyone but you

yeah the stars shining through our window
and the stars shining through our window
and its been a while since i stared at the stars
yeah it's been a while since i stared at the stars

but brining in new life yeah and promising so much
i can pledge that you gave, when you said that you'd always love me
and we both know by autumn your like the colors of leaves

yeah the stars shining through our window
and the stars shining through our window
and its been a while since i stared at the stars
yeah it's been a while since i stared at the stars

well i don't think that it's the end, but i know we can't keep going
well i don't think that it's the end, but i know we can't keep going
because blue skies are coming, but i know that it's hard

Großbritannien, http://www.last.fm/music/Noah+and+the+Whale

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07 Fitter Happier.mp3 (2753 KB)

Fitter happier
More productive
Comfortable
Not drinking too much
Regular exercise at the gym (3 days a week)
Getting on better with your associate employee contemporaries
At ease
Eating well (no more microwave dinners and saturated fats)
A patient, better driver
A safer car (baby smiling in back seat)
Sleeping well (no bad dreams)
No paranoia
Careful to all animals (never washing spiders down the plughole)
Keep in contact with old friends (enjoy a drink now and then)
Will frequently check credit at (moral) bank (hole in the wall)
Favours for favours
Fond but not in love
Charity standing orders
On Sundays ring road supermarket
(No killing moths or putting boiling water on the ants)
Car wash (also on Sundays)
No longer afraid of the dark or midday shadows
Nothing so ridiculously teenage and desperate
Nothing so childish
At a better pace
Slower and more calculated
No chance of escape
Now self-employed
Concerned (but powerless)
An empowered and informed member of society (pragmatism not idealism)
Will not cry in public
Less chance of illness
Tyres that grip in the wet (shot of baby strapped in back seat)
A good memory
Still cries at a good film
Still kisses with saliva
No longer empty and frantic
Like a cat
Tied to a stick
That's driven into
Frozen winter shit (the ability to laugh at weakness)
Calm
Fitter, healthier and more productive
A pig
In a cage
On antibiotics
 
Großbritannien, http://www.last.fm/music/Radiohead

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12 I Just Want Your Jeans.mp3 (3838 KB)

My room faces north
But the sun's in the south
I'm just waking up
To the news of my birth
I am a girl and I'm lucky to be here
Whatever that's worth
 
Like an ostrich I lived
With my head in the sand
Slipped into corners
Sat on my hands
I learnt to stifle shouts and outrage
And feeling deep down
 
With my chains falling off
And the hope in a friend
Cafes and walkways
And sculptured weekends
I'm getting to love my freedom
I'm getting to like my surroundings
 
My room faces north
But the sun's in the south
You are far out of reach
Could I be any worth
To some special person?
My mind is unknowing
Of any such love
 
So I yell out the window
Answer the mail
My diary's quiet
The definitive nail
In my social coffin
I blame all the boffins
For making me fail
 
For an hour in the park
Or an hour on the couch
With the boy of my choice
If he makes me go 'ouch!'
I will swap all my dumb school prizes
I am open to dark surprises
 
My room faces north
But the sun's in the south
You are far out of reach
Perfect hand, perfect mouth
The boredom, the freedom
The train on the meadow
Please keep me in dreams
 
I don't want commitment
I don't want the drama
I just want your jeans
I just want your jeans
 
Großbritannien, http://www.last.fm/music/God+Help+The+Girl

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05 Kiss With A Fist.mp3 (4611 KB)

You hit me once
I hit you back
You gave a kick
I gave a slap
You smashed a plate
Over my head
Then I set fire to our bed
 
Woah
 
My black eye casts no shadow
Your red eye sees no pain
Your slaps don't stick
Your kicks don't hit
So we remain the same
 
Blood sticks, sweat drips
Break the lock if it don't fit
 
A kick in the teeth is good for some
A kiss with a fist is better than none
Woah, a kiss with a fist is better than none
 
I broke your jaw once before
I spilt your blood upon the floor
You broke my leg in return
So I sit back and watch the bed burn
 
Well love sticks, sweat drips
Break the lock if it don't fit
 
A kick in the teeth is good for some
A kiss with a fist is better than none
Woah, a kiss with a fist is better than none
 
You hit me once
I hit you back
You gave a kick
I gave a slap
You smashed a plate
Over my head
Then I set fire to our bed, woah
 
Woah, you hit me once
I hit you back
You gave a kick
I gave a slap
You smashed a plate
Over my head
Then I set fire to our bed
 
Großbritannien, http://www.last.fm/music/Florence+%252B+The+Machine

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01 I Fought in a War.mp3 (6000 KB)

I fought in a war and I left my friends behind me
To go looking for the enemy, and it wasn't very long
Before I would stand with another boy in front of me
And a corpse that just fell into me, with the bullets flying round
 
And I reminded myself of the words you said when we were getting on
And I bet you're making shells back home for a steady boy to wear
Round his neck, well it won't hurt to think of you as if you're waiting for
This letter to arrive because I'll be here quite a while
 
I fought in a war and I left my friends behind me
To go looking for the enemy, and it wasn't very long
Before I found out that the sickness there ahead of me
Went beyond the bedsit infamy of the decade gone before
 
And I reminded myself of the words you said when we were getting on
And I bet you're making shells back home for a steady man to wear
Round his neck, well it won't hurt to think of you as if you're waiting for
This letter to arrive because I'll be here quite a while
 
I fought in a war, and I didn't know where it would end
It stretched before me infinitely, I couldn't really think
Of the day beyond now, keep your head down pal
There's trouble plenty in this hour, this day
I can see hope I can see light
 
And I reminded myself of the looks you gave when we were getting on
And I bet you're making shells back home for a steady man to wear
Round his neck, well it won't hurt to think of you as if you're waiting for
This letter to arrive because I'll be here quite a while
 
Großbritannien, http://www.last.fm/music/Belle+and+Sebastian

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01 6 Underground.mp3 (4511 KB)

Take me down,
6 underground, the ground beneath your feet (A one, two)
Laid out low
Not meant to go
No where or way to meet (A one, two)
I've got a head full of drought
Down here
So far off from losing out
Round here
Overground
Watch this space
I'm open...to falling from grace
 
Calm me down
Bring it round
To way high off your street (A one, two)
I can see
Like nothing else
In me you're better than I wanna be
Don't think cuz I understand
I care
Don't think cuz I'm talkin'
We're friends
Overground
Watch this space
I'm open...to falling from grace
 
Talk me down
Safe and sound
Too strung up to sleep (A one, two)
Wear me out
Scream and shout
Swear my time's never cheap (A one, two)
I fake my life like I bleed
Too much
I'll take whatever you're givin'
Not enough
Overground
Watch this space
I'm open
I fake my life like I've lived
Too much
I'll take whatever you're givin'
Not enough
Overground
Watch this space
I'm open...to falling from grace
 
Großbritanien, http://www.last.fm/music/Sneaker+Pimps

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Rubber Duck (Parts One, Two And Three).mp3 (7619 KB)

Großbritannien, http://www.last.fm/music/Arnold

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13 Elusive.mp3 (4376 KB)

She's a gambler spinning wheels,
A poison victim but look of steel.
The coldest hearts you've ever felt,
The coldest hands you've ever held.
 
Taking down, on your way.
A million miles, still no headway.
As I learn to live long,
In a mind I'm proud to roam.
 
She's elusive and I'm awake,
You're finally real, there's nothing fake.
A mystery now to me and you,
Open my eyes and I'm next to you.
She said my destiny lies in the hands that set me free.
 
A reckless night, she hears me breathe,
Cursing the sky at this company.
They lost the wisdom deep inside,
When bitterness shows it's side.
 
If it's true, I am doomed,
What more is there to hold on to?
A strand of her hair is all I own,
A gift to me, this sorry soul.
 
She's elusive and I'm awake,
You're finally real, there's nothing fake.
A mystery now to me and you,
Open my eyes and I'm next to you.
She said my destiny lies in the hands that set me free.
 
The sun in sails, and this ain't right.
There's more to her than meets the eye.
She comes and goes at any time,
Back in my head at another time.
 
She's elusive and I'm awake,
You're finally real, there's nothing fake.
A mystery now to me and you,
Open my eyes and I'm next to you.
She said my destiny lies in the hands that set me free
 
Großbritanien, http://www.last.fm/music/Scott+Matthews

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02 Cradle.mp3 (3663 KB)

I can see he says what he means
I can't say what he means when he says that
I'll pretend a pretty pretend
When all I wanna see is the end of this
 
I can see he says what he means
We'll deal him sticks and stones and apologies
I wish
Oh, I wish it was through
 
Scrape the skies
Get up off your knees
Just lift the marks
And new-found releases
I'll pretend a pretty pretend
When all I wanna see is the end of this
 
I wish
I wish
I wish the cobwebs would cover me
Cover me
Cover me
 
My vicious tongue
Cradles just one
 
Großbritannien, http://www.last.fm/music/The+Joy+Formidable

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