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Bin mal wieder an einem neuen Text. Das Grundgerüst hab ich fertig und muss noch Feinschliff machen. Ich sag gleich ein paar Worte dazu, aber erstmal den Text:
Every day he's getting up again,
Hoping that the world comes to an end,
Drinking coffee, scrolling through the news,
He read that someone anywhere, lit his final fuse.
He's stuck but now too old to make a change,
Everything around became so strange,
And nothing's left for him he could achieve,
He's an old dog that has lost his will and power to believe.
REF
But sitting in his diner, he forgot about his woe
Cause they're playing all the songs he used to know,
Listening to the tunes was like a timetrip to the past,
When promises and honesty would last.
Another day of coffee and bad news,
Telling he was of no earthly use,
His company got sold and he got sacked,
No pension cause the buyers said: We're assholes, that's a fact.
No money left to sue the sneaky scums,
Cause lawyers took it all, those lazy bums,
Advising he should try, that there was a chance,
But just used all of his money to pay their buildings and their lands
REF
His wife got nuts, their children went away,
And his hair turned into white within a day,
The streets picked up another old dog stray,
Cause since the bank has reaped his home, there's no place he could stay.
BRIDGE
Now the sidewalk was his living room, and the dirt his tester bed,
Five cans of beer a day, the only friends he ever had,
There's nothing he could loose and he knew he had to choose,
And the next day in the news: Someone anywhere lit his final fuse.
REF
And now he's sitting in his diner, free from all his woes,
And he's listening with newfound peace to all the songs he knows,
(And he's listening to all the good old songs he knows)
And his clouded mind clears up, he's ready to revive
And as he's walking off he feels that he's alive.
Die Geschichte stellt einen alten Mann dar, der immer mehr abrutscht und nur noch seine alten Lieder hat die ihn über Wasser halten und wieder aufbauen. Und insgeheim wünscht er sich die Zeit zurück als ein Versprechen noch gehalten wurde und Ehrlichkeit keine Floskel.
Die Gesellschaftskritik...kommt die einigermaßen an oder sollte ich das etwas allgemeiner umformulieren? Oder weglassen? Wie könnte man sonst einen "Niedergang" beschreiben?
Fehlt noch irgendwas um den alten Mann zu beschreiben?
Den Text hab ich schon korrigieren lassen, sollte eigentlich nichts dran fehlen. Aber wenn doch sagt Bescheid.
Musikalisch hab ich schon eine Idee. Wird aber nichts supertrauriges.
Ich hatte schonmal probiert es umzustellen zwischen dem ersten und zweiten Refrain. Sähe dann so aus.
....
REF
His company got sold and he got sacked,
No pension cause the buyers said: We're assholes, that's a fact.
No money left to sue the sneaky scums,
Cause lawyers took it all, those lazy bums,
His wife got nuts, their children went away,
And his hair turned into white within a day,
The streets picked up another old dog stray,
Cause since the bank has reaped his home, there's no place he could stay.
REF
BRIDGE
REF
Würde mich über Kritik freuen.
Every day he's getting up again,
Hoping that the world comes to an end,
Drinking coffee, scrolling through the news,
He read that someone anywhere, lit his final fuse.
He's stuck but now too old to make a change,
Everything around became so strange,
And nothing's left for him he could achieve,
He's an old dog that has lost his will and power to believe.
REF
But sitting in his diner, he forgot about his woe
Cause they're playing all the songs he used to know,
Listening to the tunes was like a timetrip to the past,
When promises and honesty would last.
Another day of coffee and bad news,
Telling he was of no earthly use,
His company got sold and he got sacked,
No pension cause the buyers said: We're assholes, that's a fact.
No money left to sue the sneaky scums,
Cause lawyers took it all, those lazy bums,
Advising he should try, that there was a chance,
But just used all of his money to pay their buildings and their lands
REF
His wife got nuts, their children went away,
And his hair turned into white within a day,
The streets picked up another old dog stray,
Cause since the bank has reaped his home, there's no place he could stay.
BRIDGE
Now the sidewalk was his living room, and the dirt his tester bed,
Five cans of beer a day, the only friends he ever had,
There's nothing he could loose and he knew he had to choose,
And the next day in the news: Someone anywhere lit his final fuse.
REF
And now he's sitting in his diner, free from all his woes,
And he's listening with newfound peace to all the songs he knows,
(And he's listening to all the good old songs he knows)
And his clouded mind clears up, he's ready to revive
And as he's walking off he feels that he's alive.
Die Geschichte stellt einen alten Mann dar, der immer mehr abrutscht und nur noch seine alten Lieder hat die ihn über Wasser halten und wieder aufbauen. Und insgeheim wünscht er sich die Zeit zurück als ein Versprechen noch gehalten wurde und Ehrlichkeit keine Floskel.
Die Gesellschaftskritik...kommt die einigermaßen an oder sollte ich das etwas allgemeiner umformulieren? Oder weglassen? Wie könnte man sonst einen "Niedergang" beschreiben?
Fehlt noch irgendwas um den alten Mann zu beschreiben?
Den Text hab ich schon korrigieren lassen, sollte eigentlich nichts dran fehlen. Aber wenn doch sagt Bescheid.
Musikalisch hab ich schon eine Idee. Wird aber nichts supertrauriges.
Ich hatte schonmal probiert es umzustellen zwischen dem ersten und zweiten Refrain. Sähe dann so aus.
....
REF
His company got sold and he got sacked,
No pension cause the buyers said: We're assholes, that's a fact.
No money left to sue the sneaky scums,
Cause lawyers took it all, those lazy bums,
His wife got nuts, their children went away,
And his hair turned into white within a day,
The streets picked up another old dog stray,
Cause since the bank has reaped his home, there's no place he could stay.
REF
BRIDGE
REF
Würde mich über Kritik freuen.
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