Musik what it´s like

what it's like

We've all seen the man at the liquor store beggin' for your change
The hair on his face is dirty, dreadlocked and full of mange
He ask the man for what he could spare with shame in his eyes
"Get a job you fuckin' slob" 's all he replied

[CHORUS]
God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in his shoes
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to sing the blues
Then you really might know what it's like [x4]

Mary got pregnant from a kid named Tom who said he was in love
He said don't worry about a thing baby doll I'm the man you've been dreamin' of
But three months later he said he won't date her or return her call
And she sweared god damn if I find that man I'm cuttin' off his balls
And then she heads for the clinic and she gets some static walkin' through the doors
They call her a killer, and they call her a sinner, and they call her a whore

[CHORUS]
God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in her shoes
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to choose
Then you really might know what it's like [x4]

I've seen a rich man beg
I've seen a good man sin
I've seen a tough man cry
I've seen a loser win
And a sad man grin
I heard an honest man lie
I've seen the good side of bad
And the down side of up
And everything between
I licked the silver spoon
Drank from the golden cup
Smoked the finest green

I stroked the baddest dimes at least a couple of times
Before I broke their heart
You know where it ends
Yo, it usually depends on where you start

I knew this kid named Max
He used to get fat stacks out on the corner with drugs
He liked to hang out late at night
Liked to get shit faced
And keep pace with thugs
Until late one night there was a big gun fight
Max lost his head
He pulled out his chrome .45
Talked some shit
And wound up dead
Now his wife and his kids are caught in the midst of all of his pain
You know it crumbles that way
At least that's what they say when you play the game

[CHORUS]
God forbid you ever had to wake up to hear the news
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to lose
Then you really might know what it's like [x3]
To have to lose...


everlast


zum heulen schön und wahrhaftig...


sitting bull

"geschichten die das leben schrieb"

das ist sicherlich eine davon...

chris33

" the message " ( grandmaster flash + the furios five )


It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under

Broken glass everywhere
People pissin' on the stairs, you know they just don't care
I can't take the smell, can't take the noise
Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice
Rats in the front room, roaches in the back
Junkies in the alley with a baseball bat
I tried to get away but I couldn't get far
'cuz a man with a tow truck repossessed my car

Don't push me 'cuz I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head
Uh huh ha ha ha
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under

Standin' on the front stoop hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag had sex and
danced the tango, skip the life and dango
A Zircon princess seemed to lost her senses
Down at the peep show watchin' all the creeps
So she can tell her stories to the girls back home
She went to the city and got so so sadity
She had to get a pimp, she couldn't make it on her own

Don't push me 'cuz I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head
Uh huh ha ha ha

It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under

My brother's doin' bad, stole my mother's TV
Says she watches too much, it's just not healthy
"All My Children" in the daytime, "Dallas" at night
Can't even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight
The bill collectors, they ring my phone
and scare my wife when I'm not home
Got a bum education, double-digit inflation
Can't take the train to the job, there's a strike at the station
Neon King Kong standin' on my back
Can't stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac
A mid-range migraine, cancered membrane
Sometimes I think I'm goin' insane
I swear I might hijack a plane!

Don't push me 'cuz I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under

My son said, Daddy, I don't wanna go to school
'cuz the teacher's a jerk, he must think I'm a fool
And all the kids smoke reefer, I think it'd be cheaper
if I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper
Or dance to the beat, shuffle my feet
Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps
'cuz it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny
You got to have a con in this land of milk and honey
They pushed that girl in front of the train
Took her to the doctor, sewed her arm on again
Stabbed that man right in his heart
Gave him a transplant for a brand new start
I can't walk through the park 'cuz it's crazy after dark
Keep my hand on my gun 'cuz they got me on the run
I feel like a outlaw, broke my last glass jaw
Hear them say "You want some more?"
Livin' on a see-saw

Don't push me 'cuz I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head
Say what?

It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under

It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under

It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under

A child is born with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
God is smilin' on you but he's frownin' too
Because only God knows what you'll go through
You'll grow in the ghetto livin' second-rate
And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate
The places you play and where you stay
Looks like one great big alleyway
You'll admire all the number-book takers
Thugs, pimps and pushers and the big money-makers
Drivin' big cars, spendin' twenties and tens
And you'll wanna grow up to be just like them, huh
Smugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers
Pickpockets, peddlers, even panhandlers
You say I'm cool, huh, I'm no fool
But then you wind up droppin' outta high school
Now you're unemployed, all non void
Walkin' round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd
Turned stick-up kid, but look what you done did
Got sent up for a eight-year bid
Now your manhood is took and you're a Maytag
Spend the next two years as a undercover fag
Bein' used and abused to serve like hell
'til one day, you was found hung dead in the cell
It was plain to see that your life was lost
You was cold and your body swung back and forth
But now your eyes sing the sad, sad song
Of how you lived so fast and died so young so...

Don't push me 'cuz I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head
Uh huh huh huh huh

It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
Huh, uh huh huh huh huh
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
Huh, uh huh huh huh huh



the message



sitting bull

Message II (Survival)

Survival, only the strong can survive
It's called survival, only the strong can survive
It's called survival, in order to stay alive
It's called survival, survival, survival, survival

They smile in your face and they talk behind your back
And when you do the story, it's never exact
Some say, they're your friends but they really are not
because they are only out to trying to get what you've got

Survival, only the strong can survive
It's called survival, only the strong can survive
It's called survival, in order to stay alive
It's called survival, survival, survival, survival

In jail they got a game and they call it survival
They run it down to you on your first arrival
They tell you what you can and what you cannot do,
so if you're ever going to jail, watch your, umm, umm

It's called survival, only the strong can survive
It's called survival, only the strong can survive
It's called survival, in order to stay alive
It's called survival, survival, survival, survival

I went looking for a job, every day last week
but it turned into a crazy game of "hide and seek"
Because every place that I seemed to look, a job wasn't there
I might as well apply for food-stamps or welfare

It's called survival and only the strong can survive
It's called survival and only the strong can survive
It's called survival in order to stay alive
It's called survival, survival, survival, survival

Like Hercules, you body is strong
but your mind is like the Devil, your ideals are wrong
You hurt people's feelings and mess with their minds
Didn't have the nerve to call me brother or wave the big sign
The young and the old, they all hate your sight
because of people like you, they're scared to walk in the night

It's called survival and only the strong can survive
It's called survival and only the strong can survive
It's called survival in order to stay alive
It's called survival, survival, survival, survival

The problems of the world today are bigger than live
You have recessions and depressions, men are cheating on their wives
Babies born each morn' with parts of their bodies gone
because of some crazy drug that their mother was on
This country is fightin' not unitin', always putting each other down
Blacks and whites don't realize that they're really pink and brown
You got; gun tootin' cut-throats, stress and strife
and looking out for number one is a way of live

It's called survival and only the strong can survive
It's called survival and only the strong can survive
It's called survival in order to stay alive
It's called survival, survival, survival, survival

You've got to lock all your windows, chain up all your doors
to protect what's inside of your houses or stores
Beware of the food, it might be no good '
cause there's someone trying to poison the whole neighbourhood
Today they found something that somebody stored
They said, "He killed ten people and hurt four more"
They can't even trust the pill to make live easier
when there's sudden death on your roses freezer

Survival, only the strong can survive
It's called survival, only the strong can survive
It's called survival, in order to stay alive
It's called survival, survival, survival, survival

About to lose your mind because live is hard
and yet you believe in everything but god
Those pretty women lost of money, yeah, that's alright
but don't you ever forget the man with the might
Now get a hold of yourself man, think positive
because that's definitely the only way to live
Don't let you mind flow, like water from a cup
and don't you ever let me hear you say that you're giving up

It's called survival, only the strong can survive
It's called survival, only the strong can survive
It's called survival in order to stay alive
It's called survival, survival, survival, survival

Remember: a child is born with no state of mind
He was blind to the ways of mankind
God is smiling on you but he's frowning too because only god knows what you'll go through
Survival, only the strong can survive
It's called survival and only the strong can survive
It's called survival in order to stay alive
It's called survival, survival, survival, survival



message 2


sitting bull

Die Musik drückt das aus,
was nicht gesagt werden kann
und worüber zu schweigen unmöglich ist!
~ Victor Hugo ~

Deine Musik verstehe ich ..
Millionen Besucher können nicht falsch liegen...
Hier wirst du wohl nicht angegriffen werden,
wie so üblich..

Den Sinn deiner Eröffnung von „lost souls“
hatte wohl nur klapperstorch verstanden
(ich auch, aber zu spät), der Angriff
war schon voll im Gange, leider!

Verstehen soll’s wer will – ich nicht.
Es ist nicht die feine Art der Deutschen,
die ich im privaten Umfeld kenne.

Meine Bewunderung zollt deinem Verhalten.

so long ..
Hisun
*

Du schreibst es, „zum heulen schön und wahrhaftig“

Das höre ich gerade: Anders sein (Eric Fish)

Senhora

ja !

Ich wollte es mir jetzt auch mal anhören, aber....... steht aus Urheberrechtsansprüchen an IFPI nicht mehr zur Verfügung! Schade!

Edita

I would like it in GERMAN - wo sind wir hier eigentlich?
Auf Tenerife habe ich akzeptiert, dass man/frau spanisch spricht,
in Antalya spricht man/frau türkisch (selbst dort verstehen viele Menschen deutsch!), usw. usw. ... Aber im Altertum sprachen die "gebildeten" Römer schon griechisch, zur Zeit Friedrichs des Großen (gemeint ist der Preußenkönig!) war die Umgangssprache der Herrschenden französisch (Voltaire!), deutsch ist nur noch etwas für die "Aborigines" ... Ich muss hier wohl betonen, dass ich kein"NAZI" bin!
Aber ich habe einen sehr guten DEUTSCH-Unterricht genossen, der mich veranlasst hat, mich mit Althochdeutsch und Mittelhochdeutsch zu befassen ...
Eine vielleicht heutzutage harte Aussage unseres Lehrers war: Nur ein Dummkopf kann das Auszudrückende nicht (auch) in Deutsch sagen!
Danke für die Kenntnisnahme!
Mit freundlichen Grüßen
Hermann (nicht ARMINIUS, der Cherusker)

moin edita ...

bei mir öffnen sich die links anstandslos .

SB