Der große Träller und Lyric Thread

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  1. monochrom

    monochrom W:O:A Metalmaster

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    Das heisst "Owain Glyndyr's War Song"

    Hier mal was schönes englisches aus den napoleonischen Kriegen.

    Drink Little England Dry

    Drink, my boys, and ne'er give o'er,
    Drink until you can't drink no more,
    For the Frenchmen are coming for a fresh supply,
    And they swear they'll drink little England dry.
    Paddie, widdie, waddle, widdie, bow, wow, wow,
    Paddle, widdie, waddie, widdie, bow, wow, wow,
    For the Frenchmen are coming with a fresh supply,
    And they swear they'll drink little England dry.

    They may come, the frogs of France,
    But we'll teach them a new-fashioned dance,
    For we'll pepper their jackets most ter-ri-bully,
    Afore they'll drink little England dry.
    Paddle, widdie, waddie, widdie, bow, wow, wows
    Paddie, widdie, waddle, widdie, bow, wow, wow,
    For we'll pepper their jackets most ter-ri-bully,
    Afore they'll drink little England dry.

    They may come as they may think,
    But they shall fight afore they drink,
    For the guns they shall rattle
    and the bullets they shall fly
    Afore they'll drink little England dry.
    Paddie, widdie, waddie, widdie, bow, wow, wow,
    Paddle, widdie, waddie, widdie, bow, wow, wow,
    For the guns they shall rattle
    and the bullets they shall fly
    Afore they'll drink little England dry.

    Then drink, my boys, and ne'er give o'er,
    Drink until you can't drink no more,
    For the Frenchmen's brags are all my eye,
    And they'll never drink little England dry.
    Paddle, widdie, waddle, widdie, bow, wow, wow,
    Paddle, widdie, waddle, widdie, bow, wow, wow,
    For the Frenchmen's brags are all my eye,
    And they'll never drink little England dry.
     
  2. Karsten

    Karsten W:O:A Metalgod

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    Das is zwar kein Traditional aber egal. Trotzdem geil...:D

    THE HARD MEN

    In the wild bad lands of England
    Where the law is our own
    We'll cause such a bloody riot
    You'll be trembling in your homes
    We'll lie in wait to ambush you
    In an alley that's our lair
    Whichever town you go to
    You will always find us there

    We've never tasted whisky
    Just lager and red wine
    But by Christ we can't half knock 'em back
    When it comes to judgement time
    We'll take you on at drinking
    And if you lose we'll skin your hide
    Then you'll say we're the hardest gang in town
    And we'll go home drunk with pride

    We'll leave our calling card
    If you're passing by our way
    If you're looking for a fight
    We can lick you any day
    We'll take you for a drink
    Just make sure you can pay
    We're the hard men

    We know you've worked hard all your life
    But we couldn't give a damn
    Because we're all just lazy bastards
    As I'm sure you'll understand
    And don't you be misled
    By our deceptive words of grace
    Because there's nothing we'd like more
    Than to smash a bottle in your face

    There's always at least ten of us
    Just for company you see
    The sticks and stones we carry
    Are just our imagery
    The long knives in our pockets
    Are just for carving meat
    But human flesh is favoured
    If it's helpless in the street

    We're meaner than Clint Eastwood
    And we're tougher than John Wayne
    We hate you if you're better than us
    We're all the fucking same
    We're like an evil disease
    Spreading through the land
    We have the Devil in us
    And his will is our command
     
  3. monochrom

    monochrom W:O:A Metalmaster

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    Yeah, geil!

    Hier ein Stück englischer Stadionsangeskunst. Der berühmte Posh-Spice-Song.

    Posh Spice is a slapper,
    She wear's a wunderbra,
    And when she's shagging Beckham,
    She thinks of Mustafa!
    ...
    Posh Spice has a baby
    And Beckham is the dad
    But when they did the dirty deed,
    She dreamt of Arphexad
    ...
    Posh Spice is a nympho
    But Beckham's knob's a wick
    So when they're in bed together
    She dreams of Lennons dick!
    ...
    She likes to shag all morning
    But Beckham's under Par
    So when they get together
    He wears her wonderbra!
    ...
    Posh Spice is a slapper,
    And Davids got a bent 'un
    But when he shoves it up her arse
    She thinks of Graham Fenton
    ...
    Beckham is a wanker
    And Posh Spice hates his jokes
    The Boy can't satisfy her
    She turns to Stefan Oakes
    ...
    Posh Spice is a slapper,
    She take's it up the Arsenal,
    And when she's shagging Beckham,
    She thinks of Ian Marshall!
    ...
    Beckham can hardly get it up
    He can barely get a hard on
    So when floppy boy Becks can't do the biz
    Posh dreams of Arnar Gunnlaugsson
    ...
    Beckham is a twat
    He drives poor Vicky potty
    And when he gets her in the sack
    She thinks of Tony Cottee
    ...
    Now Posh she likes to be on top
    With Beckham prone below
    And as she bumps and grinds away
    She thinking about Theo!
    ...
    Posh doesnt always feel like it,
    but Becks has persuasive powers
    so she just lets him do his thing whilst
    She thinks about Tim Flowers
    ...
    Now Posh is into bondage
    But Beckham's very wimpy
    So when she gets her handcuffs out
    She thinks of Andy Impey.
    ...
    Now Posh is into fast cars
    She does it in a Porsche
    And as she sprawls across the seats
    She dreams of Stevie Walsh!
    ...
    Whenever Dave says to Posh Spice
    "D'you fancy a shag or a kiss?"
    Her mind flies away in an instant
    And cavorts with Zagorakis
    ...
    Now Posh can screw away all night
    But Becks soon goes all floppy
    So when she gets the urge again
    She thinks of Stevie Guppy.
     
  4. Karsten

    Karsten W:O:A Metalgod

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    :D:D:D
    Sehr geil. Gibts das als mp3?:D


    Dazu fällt mir nix mehr ein.:D
     
  5. Karsten

    Karsten W:O:A Metalgod

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    Äääähhh, doch. Sekunde.
     
  6. Karsten

    Karsten W:O:A Metalgod

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    Blyth Power, ganz großes Kino....:D

    Bacchus On The Waggon
    Bacchus to the doctor went a griping pain to ease
    A phlegm cup at his shoulder to afford some small relief
    His bloodshot eyes were yellow and his beard was full of grease
    And a foul wind in his belly brought him gasping to his knees

    The doctor coughed politely held a scarf against his nose
    Bade him hang his godhead up and take off all his clothes
    Baccus sighed and rolled his eyes behind the screen disrobed
    The doctor grabbed his stethoscope and prepared to diagnose

    When the doctor looked him over and said it's worse than at first appears
    Your kidney's shot to pieces and your liver's disappeared
    Your lungs are filled with water you complain of diarrhoea
    And unless you give up drinking you'll be dead within the year

    Break the bottle smash the whisky jar and put your glasses down
    Bacchus is on the wagon and it's rolling into town
    Bacchus is on the wagon and the curtain's down for good
    On your quarts and pails and yards of ale now the cork is in the wood

    Then the grey nurse summoned by the bell
    Saw him weeping with contrition
    Begging heal me please physician make me well
    With needles pins and bleeding bowl prepared

    She said don't expect sympathy
    If you can't take your medicine
    You shouldn't bait the bears

    Back went Bacchus to Olympus and when he broke the sorry news
    The satyrs were dissatisfied the nymphs were not amused
    The centaurs and the Lapiths had a sharp exchange of views
    The watchmen and the border guards succumbed to self abuse

    But it's too late to say you're sorry now it's useless to repent
    Your yeasts refuse to quicken and your apples won't ferment
    Your wines and beers and spirits are a Devil's sacrament
    For which Bacchus' indigestion is a cure from Heaven sent


    What of all those pretty acolytes that Bacchus now disowns
    That naked through the summer lees beside him used to roam
    They've left the Elysian fields behind and bought a Barratt's Home
    Where they've settled down and married now with children of their own​
     
  7. maya

    maya W:O:A Metalhead

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    das erste lied was mir einfällt,wenn ich karsten sehe ist ja:
    "her name was lola she was a show girl..." :D
     
  8. Karsten

    Karsten W:O:A Metalgod

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    Das hab ich mir neulich ma gesaugt. Das kommt ersma für morgen auffen MP3 Player...:D
     
  9. monochrom

    monochrom W:O:A Metalmaster

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    Die Leicester City Fans haben da ein Meisterwerk vollbracht. Obwohl es abgewandelt in jedem englischen Stadion gesungen wurde welches David betrat.

    Und ich kenne kein mp3, hmm mal gucken...nee, kann nichts finden.
     
  10. maya

    maya W:O:A Metalhead

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    ich bin immernoch danbar für den "dein peinlichstes lieblingslied"-thread.ohne den wäre ich nie darauf gekommen mir solche perlen wie barry manilow runterzuladen ;)
     
  11. Karsten

    Karsten W:O:A Metalgod

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    Da isser:
    :D


    Her name was Lola, she was a showgirl
    With yellow feathers in her hair and a dress cut down to there
    She would merengue and do the cha-cha
    And while she tried to be a star, Tony always tended bar
    Across a crowded floor, they worked from 8 till 4
    They were young and they had each other
    Who could ask for more?

    At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana (Copacabana)
    The hottest spot north of Havana (here)
    At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana
    Music and passion were always the fashion
    At the Copa....they fell in love

    (Copa Copacabana)

    His name was Rico, he wore a diamond
    He was escorted to his chair, he saw Lola dancin' there
    And when she finished, he called her over
    But Rico went a bit too far, Tony sailed across the bar
    And then the punches flew and chairs were smashed in two
    There was blood and a single gun shot
    But just who shot who?





    At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana (Copacabana)
    The hottest spot north of Havana (here)
    At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana
    Music and passion were always the fashion
    At the Copa....she lost her love

    (Copa. . Copacabana)
    (Copa Copacabana) (Copacabana, ahh ahh ahh ahh)
    (Ahh ahh ahh ahh Copa Copacabana)
    (Talking Havana have a banana)
    (Music and passion...always the fash--shun)



    Her name is Lola, she was a showgirl
    But that was 30 years ago, when they used to have a show
    Now it's a disco, but not for Lola
    Still in the dress she used to wear, faded feathers in her hair
    She sits there so refined, and drinks herself half-blind
    She lost her youth and she lost her Tony
    Now she's lost her mind!

    At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana (Copacabana)
    The hottest spot north of Havana (here)
    At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana
    Music and passion were always the fashion
    At the Copa....don't fall in love

    (Copa) don't fall in love
    Copacabana

     
  12. monochrom

    monochrom W:O:A Metalmaster

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    Wo ich es gerade höre - der beste Song der je über ein Pferderennen geschrieben wurde:

    Bottle of Smoke

    Thanks and praises
    Thanks to Jesus
    I bet on the Bottle of Smoke
    I went to Hell
    And to the races
    To bet on the Bottle of Smoke

    The day being clear
    The sky being bright
    He came up on the left
    Like a streak of light
    Like a drunken fuck
    On a Saturday night
    Up came the Bottle of Smoke

    Twenty fucking five to one
    My gambling days are done
    I bet on a horse called the Bottle of Smoke
    And my horse won

    Stewards inquiries
    Swift and fiery
    I had the Bottle of Smoke
    Inquisitions and suppositions
    I had the Bottle of Smoke
    Fuck the stewards
    A trip to Lourdes
    Might give the old fuckers
    The power of sight
    Screaming springers and stoppers
    And call out coppers
    But the money still gleams in my hand like a light

    Bookies cursing
    Cars reversing
    I had the Bottle of Smoke
    Glasses steaming
    Vessels bursting
    I had the Bottle of Smoke
    Slip a fifty to the wife
    And for each brat a crisp new five
    To give me a break on a Saturday night
    When I had the Bottle of Smoke

    Priests and maidens
    Drunk as pagans
    They had the Bottle of Smoke
    Sins forgiven and celebrations
    They had the Bottle of Smoke

    Fuck the Yanks
    And drink their wives
    The moon is clear
    The sky is bright
    I'm happy as the horses shite
    Up came the Bottle of Smoke
     
  13. Karsten

    Karsten W:O:A Metalgod

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    Ahhh, Pogues...:D
     
  14. Kadatha

    Kadatha W:O:A Metalmaster

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    Und jetzt ALLE:

    Pingu ...
    Pingu ...

    OK everybody, this is the Pingu prance
    All everybody have to do the Pingu dance
    My name is Pingu, come on dance to the beat
    It's easy if you try, just watch my feet
    Let's all, be happy and have some fun
    Let's count to 10 and start with 1
    1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10, let's go to 11
    Stomp your feet and turn around
    Reach for the sky, now touch the ground

    Dothe Pingu ...
    Do the Pingu ...


    Now we may look different, but we're all the same,
    Just different bodies with different names .
    We all have mommys and we all have dads,
    Sometimes we're happy, sometimes we're sad
    If you smile and dance with me
    You'll be happy, just wait and see
    Stomp your feet and turn around
    Reach for the sky, now touch the ground

    Dothe Pingu ...
    Do the Pingu ...

    Come on kids
    P P P P P, P P P P P do the Pingu
    P P P P P, P P P P P to the Pingu
    P P P P P, P P P P P to the Pingu
    P P P P P, P P P P P do the Pingu

    OK kids, come on, and dance to the beat
    It's easy if you try just watch my feet
    Let's all be happy and have some fun
    Let's count to 10 and start with 1
    1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10, let's go to 11
    Stomp your feet and turn around
    Reach for the sky, now touch the ground

    Dothe Pingu ...
    Do the Pingu ...

    Come on kids
    P P P P P, P P P P P do the Pingu
    P P P P P, P P P P P to the Pingu
    P P P P P, P P P P P to the Pingu
    P P P P P, P P P P P do the Pingu
    P P P P P, P P P P P do the Pingu
    P P P P P, P P P P P to the Pingu
    P P P P P, P P P P P to the Pingu
    P P P P P, P P P P P do the Pingu
    P P P P P, P P P P P do the Pingu
     
  15. Hammered_gods

    Hammered_gods W:O:A Metalmaster

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    Caught the fish, caught alone, caught the fish on salami

    Cut the fish, cut alone, cut the fish and the salami

    Cooked the fish, cooked alone, cooked the fish and the salami

    Ate the fish, ate alone, ate the fish and the salami

    Puked the fish out, puked alone, puked out the fish and the salami
     

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