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Ralph de Vipont · Arschloch Beiträge: 3088 Ort: Uperpoppelton on Trent

so männers da ich heute nicht bei euch bin... möchte ich doch etwas für die kameradschaft tun.

ich habe mir hier "sound of silence" vorgenommen... und daraus die triangel version gemacht - ihr könnt den song ja als mp3 abspielen, den text ausdrucken oder ablesen und dann alle gemeinsam singen....LOL
hört sich im suff bestimmt gut an.... vielleicht kann man das ganze dann auch noch auf tape bannen...???

Hello vorstand, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was posting,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
within the sound of a triangel.
In restless dreams I walked alone
trough the streets of duisburg,
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of a triangel.

And in the naked light I saw
the brünkor noldor, and maybe the jedi.
some hardly drinks the were drinking,
they didn´t hear me they were not listening,
People drinking drinks that usual people never drink
And no one dare
Dont disturb the triiiiiiiiiiiangel party.

"Fools" said I, "You do not know
that alcohol is very dangerous.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
and they were drinking.......

And the people drunk and smoked
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said, "The words of the vorstand
are written on the subway walls
And triangel halls."
And whisper'd in the sounds of silence.

männers dat reimt sich sogar, ick gloobe dat solltet ihr mal singen,wah!

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Well, in a neat little town they call Belfast, apprentice to trade I was bound
Many an hours sweet happiness, have I spent in that neat little town
A sad misfortune came over me, which caused me to stray from the land
Far away from my friends and relations, betrayed by the black velvet band

I took a stroll down Broadway, meaning not long for to stay
When who should I meet but this pretty fair maid comes a tripping along the highway
She was both fair and handsome, her neck it was just like a swans
And her hair it hung over her shoulder, tied up with a black velvet band

I took a stroll with this pretty fair maid, and a gentleman passing us by
Well I knew she meant the doing of him, by the look in her roguish black eye
A goldwatch she took from his pocket and placed it right in to my hand
And the very first thing that I said was bad luck to the black velvet band

Before the judge and the jury, next morning I had to appear
The judge he says to me: "Young man, your case it is proven clear
We'll give you seven years penal servitude, to be spent faraway from the land
Far away from your friends and companions, betrayed by the black velvet band"

So come all you jolly young fellows a warning take by me
When you are out on the town me lads, beware of them pretty colleens
For they feed you with strong drink, "Oh yeah", 'til you are unable to stand
And the very next thing that you'll know is you've landed in Van Diemens Land

Her eyes they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band