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Hallo, hier tippt Prima Vera Hartmann:
Crash Course In Brain Surgery
Look inside and you will see the words are cutting deep inside your brain. Thunder burnin' quickly burning knifes of swords it´s driving you insane, insane, yeah, I-Sahne.
Raven black is on my track. He shows me how to neutralize the knife. Show to me in surgery the art of fighting words to conquer life, conquer life, yeah. Now the wicked lance of fear is driven from your heady moutain brain. Crash course in brain surgery has stopped the bloody knife of words again yeah, yeah, yeah.
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»The Great Train Robbery« <...> Do you remember the great train robbery? How it all happened, back in '63 when Johnny Rainbow took his band of brave men. Went down to the crossing to meet that train when they were sure the time was right. Fourteen men to share seven million bound to steal, steal it all and run. Johnny wanted to keep it peaceful but Wilson cried and though it might have died, you know they had to turn and run- The life of a thief is all bits and pieces. It's out on the street. And all that it teaches the look in the wind and taking a gamble. The wages of sin are too hot to handle. <...> (Look him in the eye) He takes what he finds. (Look him in the eye) Yeah, he's marking time. (Look him in the eye). His life's on the line. No one knows where the Rainbow is hiding. He's been sure not to tip his hand. He is still living on the fruits of that bloody day. They caught some of his friends, they got some of his money, but they never could catch that man.
The affairs of that night will live forever as the law was breeched in the heart of a thief. Many legends still declare that tragic day. How the iron horse fell, oh, I know so well. It was a party to all that grief. Höre »The Great Train R…« auf Amazonas Booting Unlimited (ade) - Writer(s): Leslie A. Weinstein, Gail Collins, Felix Pappalardi, Laurence Laing. <...> Was ist der Unterschied zwischen Futtball und American Football? Ist Rugby dasselbe wie Football? Was ist härter Rugby oder American Football? Wer hat mehr Feldbüsche, Rugby oder American Football? Warum hat Oli Kahn schon vor Jahren darauf hingewiesen, wir brauchen mehr Eier? Weil er Torhüter war und als er konnte er sich öfter am Sack kratzen und hatte zwei Eier in der Hand. Die Feldspieler aber anscheinend nur Klicker.
The crosses of St George are flying all around me. Gareth Southgate the whole of England is with you. Oh it's saved, saved, saved! We still believe. We still believe. We still believe. It's coming home, it's coming home, it's coming. Football's coming home. It's coming home, it's coming home, it's cuming football's coming home. Tears for heroes dressed in grey. No plans for final day. Stay in bed, drift away. It could have been all Songs in the street, it was nearly complete. It was nearly so sweet and now I'm singing: Sackt Martin Hahnover - Three lions on a shirt, Braunschweig, Darmstadt, Offenbach,
Jules Rimet still gleaming. No more years of hurt. No more need for dreaming. Talk about football coming home and then one night in Rome... We were strong, we had grown... And now I see Ince ready for war, Gazza good as before, Shearer certain to score and Psycho screaming Three Lions on a shirt, Jules Rimet still gleaming. No more years of hurt. No more need for dreaming. (Beautiful football by England, Gazza oh that is majestic, Alan Shearer, Italy nil, England nil and we're there in France 1998)
We can dance Nobby's dance, we could dance it in France! It's cuming home, it's cuming home. It's cuming, futtball's cuming home. It's cuming home, it's cuming home. It's cuming futtball's cuming home. It's cuming home, it's cuming home. It's cuming, futttball's cuming home. It's cuming home, it's cuming home. It's cuming futttball's cuming home. Three lions on a shirt, Jules Rimet still gleaming. No more years of hurt. No more need for dreaming. Three lions on a shirt. Jules Rimet still gleaming. No more years of hurt. No more need for dreaming. Three lions on a shirt. Jules Rimet still gleaming. No more years of hurt. No more need for dreaming.
Quelle Universum: Ian Broudie / Frank Skinner / David Baddiel © B Unique Music Limited, Chrysalis Music Ltd, Avalon Management Group Ltd, Blue Raincoat Music Publishing Limited
Three Lions '98 Songtext von Baddiel, Skinner & The ...
Songtexte could dance it in France! It′s cuming home, it's cuming home. It's cuming, futtball′s cuming home. The crosses of St George are flying all around me. Gareth Southgate the whole of England is with you. Oh it's saved, saved, saved! We still believe. We still believe. We still believe. It's cuming home, it's cuming home, it's cuming futtball's cuming home. It's cuming home, it's cuming home, it's cuming futtball's cuming home. Tears for heroes dressed in grey. No plans for final day. Stay in bed, drift away. It could have been all Songs in the street, it was nearly complete, it was nearly so sweet and now I'm singing three lions on a shirt, Jules Rimet still gleaming. No more years of hurt. No more need for dreaming. Talk about futtball cuming home. And then one night in Rome <...> we were strong, we had grown. And now I see Ince ready for war, Gazza good as before, Shearer certain to score and Psycho screaming three lions on a shirt, Jules Rimet still gleaming. No more years of hurt. No more need for dreaming. (Beautiful football by England, Gazza oh that is majestic, Alan Shearer, Italy nil England nil and we're there in France 1998)
We can dance Nobby's dance, we could dance it in France! It's cuming home, it's cuming home. It's cuming futtball's coming home. It's cuming home, it's cuming home. It's cuming futtball's cuming home. It's cuming home, it's cuming home. It's cuming futtball's cuming home. It's cuming home, it's coming home. It's coming football's coming home. Three lions on a shirt, Jules Rimet still gleaming. No more years of hurt. No more need for dreaming.Three lions on a shirt, Jules Rimet still gleaming. No more years of hurt. No more need for dreaming. Three lions on a shirt, Jules Rimet still gleaming no more years of hurt, no more need for dreaming.
Quelle: Ian Broudie / Frank Skinner / David Baddiel © B Unique Music Limited, Chrysalis Music Ltd, Avalon Management Group Ltd, Blue Raincoat Music Publishing Limited Last Caress / Green Hell
[Last Caress]
I've got somethin' to say. I killed your baby today and it doesn't matter much to me as long as it's dead. I've got somethin' to say. I raped your mother today and it doesn't matter much to me as long as she spread. Sweet lovely death just waiting for your breath. Come sweet Death One Last Caress. [Repeat verse 1][Repeat chorus 2 times] One Last Caress today, ohhh, ohhh ohhh [repeat] [Green Hell]. Here in this place lies the key to your death. Touch it, see it. Here in this place is the means to your end. Touch it, feel it, green hell. You did your best as someone could. I bet you never knew you would. Did you run away from it? I bet you thought, you were really good. You're gonna burn in hell. Green Hell, Green Hell. Like every hell but kind of green. Green Hell, Green Hell. Try let me get back up there. Green Hell, Green Hell. Feel it burning in your cereal. Green Hell, Green Hell. Throw our fuckin' friends inside. Green Hell, Green Hell. Gotta fuckin' pay and you must stay. Green Hell, Green Hell. Cannot forget about the best Green Hell. Green Hell. Hell is reigning in your blood. Green Hell, Green Hell. Gotta burn it all green. Hell Youdid, your best as someone could bet, you never knew you would. And did you run away from me? I bet you think they were really good.
Here in this place lies the key to your death. Touch it, see it. Here in this place sister won't let it in. Touch it, feel it, Green Hell. You did your best as someone could. I bet you'd never knew you would. Did you run away from it? I bet you thought you were really good. You've come to this as someone told. I bet you'd never knew you would. Gonna bring green hell.
James Hutfeld - Lars Ulrich - Dr. Ums Kirk Ham, Mettbrötchen - Jason Newsted - B-Ass - Thanks to jailbird05 for correcting track #5 Tyrkicks. Woah!
Well, the South side of Chicago is the baddest part of town. And if you go down there you better just beware of a man named Leroy Brown. Now, Leroy´s more than trouble. You see he stand 'bout six foot four. All the downtown ladies call him »Treetop Lover«, all the men just call him »Sir«. And it's bad, bad Leroy Brown. The baddest man in the whole damned town. Badder than old King Kong and meaner than a junkyard dog. Now Leroy he's a gambler and he likes his fancy clothes; and he likes to wave his diamond rings in front of everybody's nose. He got a custom Continental, he got an Eldorado too. He got a 32 gun in his pocket for fun, he got a razor in his shoe.
And it's Bade Bade Leroy Brown, the baddest man in the whole damned town. Badder than old King Kong, meaner than a junkyard dog. Now Friday bout a week ago Leroy shootin' dice. And at the edge of the bar sat a girl named Doris. And ooh that girl looked nice. Well he cast his eyes upon her and the trouble soon began. Cause Leroy Brown, he learned a lesson 'bout messin' with the wife of a jealous slang. And it's Badebade Leroy Brown, the baddest man in the whole damned town. Badder than old King Kong and meaner than a junkyard dog. Well the two men took to fightin' and when they pulled them from the floor Leroy looked like a jigsaw puzzle with a couple of pieces gone.
And it's Badebade Utah Brown. The baddest man in the whole damn town. Badder than old King Kong. And meaner than a junkyard dog.
Thanks to Isaac David Fraker for correcting these Fr Rakers. Höre »Bad, Bad Leroy Br…« Schreiber(SW): Jim Croce
Jim Croce said two people inspired this song: a sergeant at Fort Jackson and a private at Fort Dix. The actual Leroy Brown was the sergeant. In Croce's words: »He stayed there about a week, and one evening he turned around and said he was really fed up and tired. He went AWOL, and then came back at the end of the month to get his paycheck. They put handcuffs on him and took him away. Just to listen to him talk and see how 'bad' he was, I knew someday I was gonna write a song about him.« 'Junkyard gods' reference was explained by Jim Croce when he said, »They all have either an axle tied around their necks or an old lawnmower to keep 'em at least slowed down a bit, so you have a decent chance of getting away from them.«
Bad, Bad Leroy Brown was the first number-one hit for Jim Croce in 1973.
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