Lucilius
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Hallo ihr alle,
habe mich eben in dem festen und ernsten Vorhaben hingesetzt, einen melancholischen Popsong zu schreiben. Ich bin aber ein wenig abgeschwenkt und was herauskam, ist Folgendes:
(wahrscheinlich ein standardmäßiger irischer Folksong, vom Musikalischen her denke ich. Es sei denn, ihr seid anderer Meinung...?!)
working class habit rules his life
no will to think the things through
one fateful day oh he betrayed his wife
no chance to stop things that grew
as time goes by and hair becomes grey
no thóught on those minutes of fun
greyhaired woman turns up to say
hey guy now this is your son
masculine habit supérsedes the truth
senior goes quickly to bed
while junior plays loudly without any ruth
this is what the ghosts to him said [sic!]
one two three
set us free
one two three
can't you see
one two three
where you'll be
three two one
he's your son
three two one
on the run
three two one
face the sun
it was quite funny when mum went back home
by counting she found out the mess
at the increased number of children she foamed
due to violénce he confessed
one two three
don't you see
one two three
i'm so wee
one two three
oh it's he
three two one
he's my son
three two one
all along
three two one
ain't it fun
ending is open of this tiny tale
imagine what it perhaps could be
but always think twice before someone you nail
cause what comes out can be your banshee
one two three
hey it's me
one two three
can't you see
one two three
down (on) your knee
three two one
here i come
three two one
now you're done
three two one
ain't it fun
Soviel also zum Thema melancholischer Popsong...
habe mich eben in dem festen und ernsten Vorhaben hingesetzt, einen melancholischen Popsong zu schreiben. Ich bin aber ein wenig abgeschwenkt und was herauskam, ist Folgendes:
(wahrscheinlich ein standardmäßiger irischer Folksong, vom Musikalischen her denke ich. Es sei denn, ihr seid anderer Meinung...?!)
working class habit rules his life
no will to think the things through
one fateful day oh he betrayed his wife
no chance to stop things that grew
as time goes by and hair becomes grey
no thóught on those minutes of fun
greyhaired woman turns up to say
hey guy now this is your son
masculine habit supérsedes the truth
senior goes quickly to bed
while junior plays loudly without any ruth
this is what the ghosts to him said [sic!]
one two three
set us free
one two three
can't you see
one two three
where you'll be
three two one
he's your son
three two one
on the run
three two one
face the sun
it was quite funny when mum went back home
by counting she found out the mess
at the increased number of children she foamed
due to violénce he confessed
one two three
don't you see
one two three
i'm so wee
one two three
oh it's he
three two one
he's my son
three two one
all along
three two one
ain't it fun
ending is open of this tiny tale
imagine what it perhaps could be
but always think twice before someone you nail
cause what comes out can be your banshee
one two three
hey it's me
one two three
can't you see
one two three
down (on) your knee
three two one
here i come
three two one
now you're done
three two one
ain't it fun
Soviel also zum Thema melancholischer Popsong...
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