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Bei dem Wetter

hab ich meistens beim Aufstehen schon folgenden Ohrwurm:

In the early morning rain, with a dollar in my hand
With an aching in my heart and my pockets full of sand
I’m a long way from home, and I miss my loved one so
In the early morning rain with no place to go

Out on runway number nine, big 707 set to go
But I’m out here on the grass where the pavement never grows
Well the liquor tasted good and the women all were fast
There she goes my friend, o she’s rolling now at last

Hear the mighty engines roar, see the silver wing on high
She’s away and westward bound, far above the clouds she’ll fly
Where the morning rain don’t fall and the sun always shines
She’ll be flying o’er my home in about three hours time

This old airport’s got me down, it’s no earthly good to me
Cause I’m stuck here on the ground, cold and drunk as I might be
You can’t jump a jet plane like you can a freight train
So I’d best be on my way in the early morning rain

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Kansas – Dust in the wind

I close my eyes
Only for a moment and the moments gone.
All my dreams pass before my eyes in curiosity.

Dust in the wind,
All we are is dust in the wind.

Same old song,
Just a drop of water in an endless sea.
All we do
Crumbles to the ground though we refuse to see.

Dust in the wind,
All we are is dust in the wind.

Now, don’t hang on,
Nothing lasts forever but the earth and the sky.
It slips away,
And all your money won’t another minute buy.

Dust in the wind,
All we are is dust in the wind.
All we are is dust in the wind.
Dust in the wind,
Everything is dust in the wind.
Everything is dust in the wind.

Ich liebe diesen Song einfach.

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Belle & Sebastian – Expectations

Monday morning wake up knowing that you’ve got to go to school
Tell your mum what to expect, she says it’s right out of the blue
Do you went to work in debenham’s, because that’s what they expect
Start in lingerie, and doris is your supervisor

And the head said that you always were a queer one from the start
For careers you say you went to be remembered for your art
Your obsessions get you known throughout the school for being strange
Making life-size models of the velvet underground in clay

In the queue for lunch they take the piss, you’ve got no appetite
And the rumour is you never go with boys and you are tight
So they jab you with a fork, you drop the tray and go berserk
While your cleaning up the mess the teacher’s looking up your skirt

You’ve been used, you’re confused
Are you calm? settle down
Write a song, i’ll sing along
Soon you will know that you are sane
You’re on top of the world again

Monday morning wake up knowing that you’ve got to go to school
Mum said she had little choice when she was young, so why should you?
Do you went to work in c&a, ‚cause that’s what they expect
Move to ladieswear and take a feel off joe the storeman

Tell veronica the secrets of the boy you never kissed
She’s got everything to gain ‚cause she’s a fat girl with a lisp
She sticks up for you when you get aggravation from the snobs
‚cause you can’t afford a blazer and you’re always wearing clogs

At the interval you lock yourself away inside a room
Heed of english gets you, asks you, „what the hell do you think you’re doing?“
„do you think you’re better then the other kids? well get outside.“
You’ve got permission, but you’ve got to make the bastard think he’s right

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