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Kelch Der Liebe (Lacrimosa)

Mein Körper taucht ins Leben
Und mein Geist schwimmt hinterher
Das Herz ist mir mein Kompass
und die Liebe mein Horizont
Jene Worte sind wie Stürme
Jene Blicke eine raue See
Oft verschlucken mich die Wellen
Doch besiegen sie mich nie!
Und wer fragt nach mir und wer will mich hören?
Und wer sieht mich an und wer spricht zu mir?

Und ich ? ich will nicht leben ohne Ziel!
Ein Leben ohne Liebe ist kein Leben!
Ich brauch kein Leben!
Ich brauch nur Dich!
Deinen Körper
Deine Seele -
und Dein Herz!

Dieser schöpft aus meiner Seele
Jener isst von meinem Geist
Mancher trinkt von meiner Liebe
Und viele ernten meine Kraft
Ich bin Mensch und brauche Liebe
doch was bleibt ist nur die Sehnsucht
Und die Worte die mich treffen
Doch die mir nicht einmal gelten

Und wer fragt nach mir und wer will mich hören?
Und wer sieht mich an und wer spricht zu mir?

Und ich ? ich will nicht leben ohne Ziel!
Ein Leben ohne Liebe ist kein Leben!
Ich brauch kein Leben!
Ich brauch nur Dich!
Deinen Körper
Deine Seele -
und Dein Herz!
Und wenn die Welt in Flammen steht
Und auch der letzte Mensch vergeht
Selbst wenn die Sonne sich zerbricht
Bleibt Dir der Liebe Licht

Nimm Du diesen Kelch
Mit dem Leben eines namenlosen Clowns
Eines ausgesperrten ? abgelehnten
Einer schattenreichen Lichtgestalt
Die ist nun der Kelch
Angefüllt mit der Liebe eines Clowns
Eines ausgesperrten ? abgelehnten
Eines schattenhaften Liebenden

Soldado (Juan Luis Guerra)

Soldado
(Juan Luis Guerra)
Soy soldado del padre y del hijo
soy soldado de su santo espíritu
soy soldado de voz y trompeta
Aleluya, soldado de guerra


Uey, soy un soldado
(Amén)
soldado de Cristo
muy bien armado
y protegido
traigo mi espada
de doble filo
pues su palabra
llevo conmigo
y soy un soldado


Soy soldado del padre y del hijo
soy soldado de su santo espíritu
soy soldado de voz y trompeta
Aleluya, soldado de guerra


Hey, soy un soldado
(Amén)
lucho en ciudades
contra tinieblas
y potestades
soy un soldado
de testimonio
odio serpientes
y ato demonios
en el nombre de Cristo, soy


Soy soldado del padre y del hijo
soy un soldado
soy soldado de su santo espíritu
y tú eres soldado
soy soldado de voz y trompeta
oh, oh
Aleluya, soldado de guerra
¡cómo!...


Hey, soy un soldado
(Amén)
hombre de milicia
con la coraza
de su justicia
soy un soldado
soy un ungido
rompo ataduras
del enemigo
en el nombre de Cristo, soy


Soy soldado del padre y del hijo
soy un soldado
soy soldado de su santo espíritu
y tú eres soldado
soy soldado de voz y trompeta
eh, eh
Aleluya, soldado de guerra
¡cómo!...


[Improv.]



Soy soldado
soy un soldado
soy soldado
tú eres soldado
soy soldado del padre y del hijo
ya lo ves
soy soldado
muy bien armado
soy soldado
y protegido
soy soldado de su santo espíritu

Otra vez...
Soy soldado
traigo mi espada
soy soldado
de doble filo
soy soldado del padre y del hijo
pero te digo que yo
soy soldado
su palabra
soy soldado
traigo conmigo
soy soldado de su santo espíritu


(Lucas 10:19 ... Juan 3:16 ... Efesios 6:12)


Coge bien tu espada
(Amén)
la victoria es nuestra
da un grito de guerra
un grito de guerra [bis]


Soy un soldado, oh...


Soy soldado del padre y del hijo
muy bien armado
soy soldado de su santo espíritu
y protegido
soy soldado de voz y trompeta
oh, oh
Aleluya, soldado de guerra
ya lo ves


Soy soldado del padre y del hijo
soy un soldado
soy soldado de su santo espíritu
y tú eres soldado
soy soldado de voz y trompeta
eh, eh
Aleluya, soldado de guerra

Historia De Las Sillas (Silvio Rodríguez)

En el borde del camino hay una silla
la rapiña merodea aquel lugar.
La casaca del amigo esta tendida
el amigo no se sienta a descansar.
Sus zapatos de gastados son espejos
que le queman la garganta con el sol
y a través de su cansancio pasa un viejo
que le seca con la sombra el sudor.

En la punta del amor viaja el amigo
en la punta más aguda que hay que ver.
Esa punta que lo mismo cava en tierra
que en las ruinas, que en un rastro de mujer.
Es por eso que es soldado y es amante
es por eso que es madera y es metal
es por eso que lo mismo siembra rosas
que razones de bandera y arsenal.

El que tenga una canción tendrá tormenta
el que tenga compañía, soledad.
El que siga un buen camino tendrá sillas
peligrosas que lo inviten a parar.
Pero vale la canción buena tormenta
y la compañía vale soledad
siempre vale la agonía de la prisa
aunque se llene de sillas la verdad.

Días Y Flores (Silvio Rodríguez)

Si me levanto temprano,
fresco y curado,
claro y feliz,
y te digo: «voy al bosque
para aliviarme de ti»,
sabe que dentro tengo un tesoro
que me llega a la raíz.

Si luego vuelvo cargado
con muchas flores
(mucho color)
y te las pongo en la risa,
en la ternura, en la voz,
es que he mojado en flor mi camisa
para teñir su sudor.

Pero si un día me demoro, no te impacientes,
yo volveré más tarde.
Será que a la más profunda alegría
me habrá seguido la rabia ese día,
la rabia simple del hombre silvestre,
la rabia bomba, la rabia de muerte,
la rabia imperio asesino de niños,
la rabia se me ha podrido el cariño,
la rabia madre por dios tengo frío,
la rabia es mío, eso es mío, sólo mío,
la rabia bebo pero no me mojo,
la rabia miedo a perder el manojo,
la rabia hijo zapato de tierra,
la rabia dame o te hago la guerra,
la rabia todo tiene su momento,
la rabia el grito se lo lleva el viento,
la rabia el oro sobre la conciencia,
la rabia —coño— paciencia, paciencia.

La rabia es mi vocación.

Si hay días que vuelvo cansado,
sucio de tiempo,
sin para amor,
es que regreso del mundo,
no del bosque, no del sol.
En esos días,
compañera ponte alma nueva
para mi más bella flor.

Dedicado a mi hermana

Boom, Like That (Mark Knopfler)

i'm going to san bernardino ring-a-ding-ding
milkshake mixers that's my thing, now
these guys bought a heap of my stuff
and i gotta see a good thing sure enough, now
or my name's not kroc that's kroc with a 'k'
like 'crocodile' but not spelled that way, yeah
it's dog eat dog rat eat rat
kroc-style boom, like that

the folks line up all down the street
and i'm seeing this girl devour her meat, now
and then i get it, wham as clear as day
my pulse begins to hammer and i hear a voice say:

these boys have got this down
oughtta be a one of these in every town
these boys have got the touch
it's clean as a whistle and it don't cost much
wham, bam you don't wait long
shake, fries patty, you're gone
and how about that friendly name?
heck, every little thing oughtta stay the same
or my name's not kroc that's kroc with a 'k'
like 'crocodile' but not spelled that way, now
it's dog eat dog rat eat rat
kroc-style boom, like that

you gentlemen ought to expand
you're going to need a helping hand, now
so, gentlemen well, what about me?
we'll make a little business history, now
or my name's not kroc call me ray
like 'crocodile' but not spelled that way, now
it's dog eat dog rat eat rat
kroc-style boom, like that

well we build it up and i buy 'em out
but, man they made me grind it out, now
they open up a new place flipping meat
so i do, too right across the street

i got the name i need the town
they sell up in the end and it all shuts down>
sometimes you gotta be an s.o.b.
you wanna make a dream reality
competition? send 'em south
if they're gonna drown
put a hose in their mouth
do not pass 'go' go straight to hell
i smell that meat hook smell

or my name's not kroc that's kroc with a 'k'
like 'crocodile' but not spelled that way, now
it's dog eat dog rat eat rat
kroc-style boom, like that

Crazy Baldheads (Bob Marley)

Them crazy, them crazy -
We gonna chase those crazy
Baldheads out of town;
Chase those crazy baldheads
Out of our town.

I'n'I build a cabin;
I'n'I plant the corn;
Didn't my people before me
Slave for this country?
Now you look me with that scorn,
Then you eat up all my corn.

We gonna chase those crazy -
Chase them crazy -
Chase those crazy baldheads out of town!
---
/Scat singing/
---
Build your penitentiary, we build your schools,
Brainwash education to make us the fools.
Hate is your reward for our love,
Telling us of your God above.

We gonna chase those crazy -
Chase those crazy bunkheads -
Chase those crazy baldheads out of the yown!
---
/Instrumental break/
---
We gonna chase those crazy -
Chase those crazy bunkheads -
Chase those crazy baldheads out of the yown!

Here comes the conman
Coming with his con plan.
We won't take no bribe;
We've got [to] stay alive.

We gonna chase those crazy -
Chase those crazy baldheads -
Chase those crazy baldheads out of the yown.

Trouble (Travis Tritt)

Well I play this old guitar from nine to half past one.
I`m just trying to make a livi`n watching everybody else having fun.
Well I dont miss much if it happens on a dancehall floor
Mercy, look what just walked through that door

Well hello T-R-O-U-B-L-E
Tell me what in the world you`re doi`n A-L-O-N-E
Yeah say hey good L double O-K-I-N-G
Well I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E

I was a little bitty baby when my papa hit the skids
Mama had a time tryi`n to raise nine kids
She told me not to stare `cause it was impolite
She did the best she could to try to raiseme right

Cause mama never told me `bout nothing like Y-O-U
bet you`re mama musta been another good looki`n honey to
Hey good L double O-K-I-N-G
Well I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E

Well a sweet talki`n, **y walkin`n, honky tonki`n baby
The men are gonna love ya and the women gonna hate ya
Remindi`n them of everything they`re never gonna be
May be the beginning of the world war three

`Cause the world ain`t ready for nothing like Y-O-U
I bet you`re mama musta been another good looki`n mama to, yeah
Hey say hey good L double O-K-I-N-G
Well I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E

I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E

No Voy A Ser Tu Esclavo (Maná)

no me crucifiques
con los clavos del amor mi morena
no soy de tu propiedad mi reina
y no voy a ser tu esclavo

si siempre te amé
por estar atado al corazón
no voy a ser el otro eslabón
de tu colección de esclavos

no, no, no, no, no, no, no

mujer hermosa
eres una reina peligrosa
eres las espinas de una rosa
me matas amor

mujer hermosa
eres una reina peligrosa
eres las espinas de una rosa
mas no voy a ser tu esclavo

eres una reina
una princesa del amor
donde pierdo entre tus muslos la razón
mujer eres magia negra

no no no no no no no

mujer hermosa
eres una reina peligrosa
eres las espinas de una rosa
me matas amor

mujer hermosa
eres una reina peligrosa
eres las espinas de una rosa
me matas amor

ay no quiero ser esclavo del amor
ay yo quiero escaparme del dolor
ay no sé qué hacer
no sé no sé hey

mujer hermosa
eres una reina peligrosa
eres las espinas de una rosa
me matas amor

mujer hermosa
eres una reina venenosa
eres las espinas de una rosa
mas no voy a ser tu esclavo

sépalo bien pero óyemelo bien
oyé me bein pero jugarte yo no soy tu esclavo

sépalo bien pero óyemelo bien
pero qué yo no voy a ser tu esclavo no no no

sépalo bien pero óyemelo bien
eres una rosa una rosa filosa

sépalo bien pero óyemelo bien
óye óye óye óye óye

I Hear Music (Biz Markie)

One two, one two
You're listenin to the grand groovin sounds
Of the diabolical energetical B-I-Z
Emmezah-A-Rrrah-K
And this goes out to my DJ
The cutmaster that no one cuts faster than
C-double-oh-L V
Drumroll V

[Verse One]
It's a different kind of sound that's in the air
It's not shots, fire**s, or a car that's there
A little different noise for your listenin pleasure
A sample from a record that's a four bar measure
Adults think this music is just a big headache
They think all this hard work, is just a piece of cake
They must be buggin, right out of they socks
Why don't they get up and try to do, the human beatbox
Cause back in the days when there was just block parties
A DJ would set up his equipment, and start these
live performances, and DJ tricks
A lot of different DJ's was on the mix
It is a proven fact, music is a universal language
From the tip of Long Island to the Verrezano Bridge
We won awards and served them by the millions
The more more years go by, the more we be killin 'em
They said it's just a fad, it will never last a year
All of a sudden, ten years later - "I hear music"

[Chorus: Cool V scratches "I hear music" over and over]

Cool V, give me a drum roll

[Verse Two]
I can't believe how hip-hop has progressed
With more and more groups that have finesse
We have groups on the East and West coast with different names
We all play a part if we didn't we'd go in flames
We all got to stick together as one
But at the same time, still have fun
Cause you don't wanna lose the love for the music
When you have it keep it, and make use of it
This is a lesson from the S-K Biz
Cause nobody else is gonna tell you like it is
Everyone thought that rap was just a phase
But it still continue, to muse and amaze
It gives people chance to show they true talents
Instead of submittin to the crime and violence
People said to me the S-K-B
Is rap gonna stay until infinity?
As long as me and V be makin up the beats
You will hear people sayin - "I hear music"

[Chorus]

Cool V, give me a drum roll

[Verse Three]
This is the ending, conclusion, kapiche?
Of this new hip-hop masterpiece
About people countin chickens before they're hatched
Recollatin on somethin that they can't match
They're creatin sounds of a hip-hop human bein
Whether you're American or European
Or even if you're from the West or East coast
I'd like to thank all of you, save the most
Don't diss each other by sayin who's better
Just do it the best way, and stick together
With different rhyme techniques and DJ cuts
And be crazy ambitious, and have a lot of guts
And the people buyin, thanks for your support
Cause if it wasn't for you, we'd all fall short
As long as there's radio, cars and jeeps
You know what you will hear?

[Chorus]

What, what? What, what what what what?
Yo V, yo yo what what what what what what what you hear?
I can't hear you man, scratch it up one mo' time!
Yo what you hear?
Yo Paul Sea, yo yo, what wha-what you hear?
Yo Godfather D, I ain't hear what he said, what you hear?

Get Off The Bandwagon (EPMD)




[PMD]
Ayo what's up E Double?

[Erick Sermon]
Yo whole thing man got a lot of customers out there man trying
to get paid off what we made.

[PMD]
Ayo rapping ain't your field you took the wrong trade. So you'd
better get a grip on them lips and get off the...

[P] Ayo yo yo I be the P twice E M D
[E] I be the E double E in the place to be
[P] Ayo what up E man we in there man?
[E] You know we in there, trying to get paid, know what I'm saying?
[P] Yo, we gotta step out hard this year
[E] Pee check this out, this is how it's going down

[Erick Sermon]
There was a Hardy Boy mystery you were trying to solve
Can't understand why you got involved
Here's a clue, try the ghetto master blaster
Now think who causes disaster
Clue number two, you give up?
I figured, it was K La Boss on the cut
He had help, sucker duck, now that's clue number three
You wrong, cause it was EPMD

[PMD]
MC's, get off the bandwagon
I'm not bragging, but tagging
And snagging the biter that tries to imitate
Time to go on strike and demonstrate
On the fo, that does not N-O
That if he pulls my card, I'm good to flow
Toe to toe, blow to blow, without H2O
Ayo, you want to battle? I'm good to G-O

Get off the bandwagon (Repeat 2x)

[Erick Sermon]
This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future
Feel free to scream "Ho" or "Yo" if it suits you
While the bass is booming and your face is glooming
Saying the E double E is def, you're not assuming
They're only one of many that think a jealous fellow
Say "yep" then step cause I'm cooler

[PMD]
Say "Hmmm" now you're through, you're how not who
Before I'm gluing that butt like Krazy Glue
I roll into the party as if I was Five-O
Book investigation biters like Columbo
Pushing rap for some info in exchange for a jumbo
And when I find a sucker it's time to play Rambo
Or play Commando, you know?
I knew it was the sucker with the New Jack-ified afro
We rock rhymes then we we run em a while
Sucker MC's catch on, then they bite our style
They're confused, dazed, and amused
Sweating and thing because their rhymes are used
Seen us in the crowd then they own their cost
They run around like a chicken with their heads cut off

Get off the bandwagon (Repeat 2x)

[Erick Sermon]
While my volume was swaying, you were saying
"Who was that brother?" while the record was playing
I felt kinda happy like an ego trip
I had to laugh cause my energy's tip
My tradition is dissing in this position
And right about now I'm in perfect condition
And don't get mad, and don't stop hissing
Don't say nothing homeboy just listen

[PMD]
No talk or playing, sucker MC's I be slaying
Get off the bandwagon, you know what I'm saying?
I devastate the hip-hop scene
Keep the feet moving like a dancing machine
E got my back (yeah) K La Boss on the scratch
You wild on the groove with the beat on wax
I'm in my own world, no room for distraction
Controlling MC's while La Boss keeps scratching

Get off the bandwagon (Repeat 2x)


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