Willow Smith – Boy

Sehr schöne Streicher – Sätze. Ungewöhnlich – gut!


Hey mom, I met a boy
He plays guitar
He likes Quentin Tarantino
And really sad songs

Anxiety attacks when he wakes up in the morning
And I can’t help the thought he thinks I’m boring
‚Cause I come from a cluster of super bright stars
And probably to him it feels scary to reach that far
But down on Earth there’s so much pain
But way up here we explore galaxies

Hey mom, I met a boy
He’s super sad
But I think that I love him
Is that bad?
Anxiety attacks when I wake up in the morning
Dude, how come? This is wack
Is love just torment?
But they say life has a silver lining
And I say I will find it my way

‚Cause down on Earth theres so much pain
And way up here there’s galaxies

Hey God, are you there? I need to talk
I feeling love is here and then is not
We hysterically cry when we wake up in the morning
Could you please tell us why life feels like torment?

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Honig – For Those Lost At Sea


And I swallowed the sea,
And the sea swallows me,
The mermaids that will find me dead
in a rocket on the sea bed…
A picture of the stars still in my hand.
You take a seed,
Where should I begin?
Take control of this submarine.
Take good care of your lungs and your liver,
‚cause it’s not the cold that is making you shiver.
My boat is my urn,
And I will watch it burn,
And I will watch it glow.

You and all of your friends will be waiting for it to begin.
Well everybody knows this is the end.
You take a seed,
Where should I begin?
Take control of this submarine.
Take good care of your lungs and your liver,
It’s not the cold that is making you shiver.
It’s the ones, on your knees, and the ones in between.
All our men lost at sea and you’ll be singing all of their names with me.
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la


Schank – Wir trinken zu schnell

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Louis Armstrong & Ella Fitzgerald & Frank Sinatra – Can’t We Be Friends

I thought I’d found the man of my dreams
Now it seems, this is how the story ends
He’s going to turn me down and say
„Can’t we be friends?“

I thought for once it couldn’t go wrong
Not for long, I can see the way this ends
He’s going to turn me down and say
„Can’t we be friends?“

Never again
Through with love through with men
They play their game
Without shame, and who’s to blame?

I thought I’d found a man I could trust
What a bust, this is how the story ends
He’s going to turn me down and say
„Can’t we be friends?“

I thought I knew the weight from the shaft
What a laugh, this is how our story ends
I’ll let him turn me down and say
„Can’t we be friends?“

I acted like a kid out of school
What a fool, now I see the way this ends
I’ll let him turn me down and say
„Can’t we be friends?“

What should I give
Though he gave me the air?
Why should I cry
He was sigh and wonder why?

I should heve seen the signal to stop
What a flop, this is how the story ends
I’ll let him turn me down and say
„Can’t we be friends?“

Can’t we be? Can’t we be?
Can’t we be friends?

Read more: Ella Fitzgerald – Can’t We Be Friends? Lyrics | MetroLyrics

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Jackson C. Frank – Blues Run The Game

Catch a boat to England, baby
Maybe to Spain
Wherever I have gone
Wherever I‘ve been and gone
Wherever I have gone
The blues are all the same
Send out for whisky, baby
Send out for gin
Me and room service, honey
Me and room service, babe
Me and room service
Well, we‘re living a life of sin
When I‘m not drinking, baby
You are on my mind
When I‘m not sleeping, honey
When I ain‘t sleeping, mama
When I‘m not sleeping
You know you‘ll find me crying
Try another city, baby
Another town
Wherever I have gone
Wherever I‘ve been and gone
Wherever I have gone
The blues come following down
Living is a gamble, baby
Loving‘s much the same
Wherever I have played
Whenever I‘ve thrown them dice
Wherever I have played
The blues have run the game
Maybe tomorrow, honey
Someplace down the line
I‘ll wake up older
So much older, mama
I‘ll wake up older
And I‘ll just stop all my trying
Catch a boat to England, baby
Maybe to Spain
Wherever I have gone
Wherever I‘ve been and gone
Wherever I have gone
The blues are all the same


Jimmy Cliff – Many rivers to cross

Many rivers to cross
QBut I can’t seem to find my way over
Wandering I am lost as I travel along
The white cliffs of Dover
Many rivers to cross and it’s only my will
That keeps me alive
I’ve been licked, washed up for years and
I merely survive because of my pride.
And this loneliness won’t leave me alone
It’s such a drag to be on your own
My woman left and she didn’t say why
Well I guess I have to try.
Many rivers to cross but just where to begin
I’m playing for time
There’ll be times I find myself thinking
Of committing some dreadful crime.

I’ve got many rivers to cross
But I can’t seem to find my way over
Wandering I am lost as I travel along
The white cliffs of Dover
Many rivers to cross and it’s only my will
That keeps me alive
I’ve been licked, washed up for years and,
I merely survive because of my pride.


ALA.NI – Ol‘ Fashioned Kiss


Just an old fashioned kiss
It gets me hot even in winter
How can I resist?
Oh, how you tease me

A simple kiss upon my cheek
Makes my knees a little weaker
Your lips are like a spring
Morning dew on a red rose

Kiss me quick
Kiss me hard
Make it slow
Make it soft
Cheek to cheek
Palm to palm
Just as long
As you keep me close

Caress me in the park
Smooch me up in a taxi
And those lingering hugs
You got me in paradise

And I’m feeling love
So much love
And you give me those lips
Don’t ever stop
Don’t stop

To kiss me quick
Kiss me hard
Make it slow
Make it soft
Cheek to cheek
Palm to palm
Just as long as you keep me close

Just as long as you keep me close


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