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Escuchar Lua - Lacrima - Serenata Monumental Queima das Fitas Coimbra


Letras

Tränen Der Sehnsucht (Part 1+2) (Lacrimosa)

Ein Kind dieser Erde legt sich schlafen
Es war ein Tag der nackten Angst
Wie oft fiel es zu Boden?
Wie oft lachte es aus Schmerz?
Wie oft schrie es sich an?
Und war längst taub
Verletzter Seele, letzter Schmerz
Verstandesangst der Liebe Tränen der Stille - Masken im Gesicht
Lichter werfen Schatten und halten es im Licht
Und es steht hier - das Kind
Mit Tränen im Gesicht
Lichter werfen Schatten und halten es im Licht

Die Nacht gebahr ihr jüngstes Kind
Ein Traum der Liebe seiner Sehnsucht
Ein Traum der Augen - nicht der Hände
Ein Traum zum träumen - nicht zum leben
Doch die Augen des Kindes kannten keine Schönheit
Sie waren des Staunens viel zu schwach
Und der Morgensonne erstes Licht
Den Sonnenstrahl, den sah es nicht
Der Morgen tagte nicht für das Kind
Denn am Morgen war es blind
Seine Hände aber wurden alt
Und blieben unberührt

Tränen der Stille - Masken im Gesicht
Lichter werfen Schatten und halten es im Licht
Verführt sich zu erklären, während es zerbricht
Tränen der Sehnsucht - Masken im Gesicht
Und es steht hier - das Kind
Mit Tränen im Gesicht
Tränen der Sehnsucht
Tränen der Sehnsucht

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

Finding My Place (Phase II) (Pulse Ultra)

Sometime soon I think I'll find my place
Never fit into the mold I was given,
but am I too afraid to find out what I am
Or is there something in my way that I don't know about

Sorry if I failed you
I don't know me
I won't know my face
So find me my place

I don't want us to end our lives in the confines of a cubicle so sterile,
but who am I to say what you consider bliss
I'm just warning you that all the straps will hold you down

Sorry if I failed you
I don't know me
I won't know my face
So find me my place

Can't you see? that I don't share or care for the dreams you have,
the dreams you have for me

Sorry if I failed you
I don't know me
I won't know my face
So find me my place

Sorry if I failed you
I don't know me
I won't know my face
So find me my place.

What Do You Hear In These Sounds (Dar Williams)

I don't go to therapy to find out if I'm a freak
I go and I find the one and only answer every week
And it's just me and all the memories to follow
Down any course that fits within a fifty minute hour
And we fathom all the mysteries, explicit and inherent
When I hit a rut, she says to try the other parent
And she's so kind, I think she wants to tell me something,
But she knows that its much better if I get it for myself...
And she says

What do you hear in these sounds?
What do you hear in these sounds?

I say I hear a doubt, with the voice of true believing
And the promises to stay, and the footsteps that are leaving
And she says "Oh," I say, "What?" she says, "Exactly,"
I say, "What, you think I'm angry
Does that mean you think I'm angry?"
She says "Look, you come here every week
With jigsaw pieces of your past
Its all on little soundbytes and voices out of photographs
And that's all yours, that's the guide, that's the map
So tell me, where does the arrow point to?
Who invented roses?"
and...

What do you hear in these sounds?
What do you hear in these sounds?

And when I talk about therapy, I know what people think
That it only makes you selfish and in love with your shrink
But oh how I loved everybody else
When I finally got to talk so much about myself...

And I wake up and I ask myself what state I'm in
And I say well I'm lucky, 'cause I am like East Berlin
I had this wall and what I knew of the free world
Was that I could see their fireworks
And I could hear their radio
And I thought that if we met, I would only start confessing
And they'd know that I was scared
They'd would know that I was guessing
But the wall came down and there they stood before me
With their stumbling and their mumbling
And their calling out just like me, and...

The stories that nobody hears, and...
I collect these sounds in my ears, and...
That's what I hear in these sounds, and...
That's what I hear in these,
That's what I hear in these sounds.

Nice New Outfit (Fugazi)

you like the cut, you like the fit, wide in the shoulders, trim at the hips. what a nice new outfit, all straight clean lines. there's blood in your mouth, but not in mine. you think that i'm a sucker for it, that we're all fodder for this. quick purchase once brought to market, dress it up and it's sold. the place i'm offered is a bedsitter's tour, a worthless sightsee of your adventure. in your nice new outfit, all straight clean lines. there's blood in your mouth, dressed to the nines. you're number one with a bullet, that's money well spent, your mouth plastered like poster, address yourself success. you can pinpoint your chimney and drop one down its length. in your nice new outfit, sorry about the mess.

Johnny 99 (Los Lobos)

Well they closed down the auto plant in Mahwah late that month
Ralph went out lookin' for a job but he couldn't find none
He came home too drunk from mixin'Tanqueray and wine
He got a gun shot a night clerk now they call'm Johnny 99

Down in the part of town where when you hit a red light you don't stop
Johnny's wavin' his gun around and threatenin' to blow his top
When an off duty cop snuck up on him from behind
Out in front of the Club Tip Top they slapped the cuffs on Johnny 99

Well the city supplied a public defender but the judge was Mean John Brown
He came into the courtroom and stared young Johnny down
Well the evidence is clear gonna let the sentence son fit the crime
Prison for 98 and a year and we'll call it even Johnny 99

A fistfight broke out in the courtroom they had to drag Johnny's girl away
His mama stood up and shouted "Judge don't take my boy this way"
Well son you got a statement you'd like to make
Before the bailiff comes to forever take you away

Now judge judge I had debts no honest man could pay
The bank was holdin' my mortgage and they was takin' my house away
Now I ain't sayin' that makes me an innocent man
But it was more 'n all this that put that gun in my hand

Well your honor I do believe I'd be better off dead
And if you can take a man's life for the thoughts that's in his head
Then won't you sit back in that chair and think it over judge one more time
And let 'em shave off my hair and put me on that execution line

Who The Cap Fit (Bob Marley)

Man to man is so unjust, children:
Ya don't know who to trust.
Your worst enemy could be your best friend,
And your best friend your worse enemy.

Some will eat and drink with you,
Then behind them su-su 'pon you.
Only your friend know your secrets,
So only he could reveal it.
And who the cap fit, let them wear it!
Who the cap fit, let them wear it!
Said I throw me corn, me no call no fowl;
I saying, "Cook-cook-cook, cluk-cluk-cluk."

Some will hate you, pretend they love you now,
Then behind they try to eliminate you.
But who Jah bless, no one curse;
Thank God, we're past the worse.
Hypocrites and parasites
Will come up and take a bite.
And if your night should turn to day,
A lot of people would run away.
And who the stock fit let them wear it!
Who the (cap fit) let them (wear it)!

And then a-gonna throw me corn,
And then a-gonna call no fowl,
And then a-gonna "Cook-cook-cook, cluk-cluk-cluk."
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/Instrumental break/
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Some will eat and drink with you,
Then behind them su-su 'pon you, yeah!
And if night should turn to day, now,
A lot of people would run away, yeah!
And who the cap fit, let them wear it!
Who the cap fit, let them wear it!
Throw me corn, me no call no fowl;
A-saying: "Cook-cook-cook, cluk-cluk-cluk."
... : "Cook-cook-cook, cluk-cluk-cluk."
Throw me corn (cook-cook-cook);
Me call no fowl (cluk-cluk-cluk)

Message From Steven (Primitive Radio Gods)

Got a message from Steven
Must've got it ‘bout late last night
Just a note that he's leaving
Everything that won't fit inside the van
There's nothing to hold
Barbara said she'd cover it all

Got a message from Steven
Got a job and I found your vest
He'll be sending me something
But the tape ate the rest
And someone called and wanted to know
All the time he wanted to go
What a time he wanted to go


Submitted by Michael **

Breakpoint (Megadeth)

Make up the rules for me to live by
Rules you break and just let it slide
You try and find you inside of me
Be as great as you want me to be
Hypocrite, the word that fits
Do as you say
Not as you do
You're pushing me to a breakpoint
Pushing me, push, push me to a breakpoint

Self esteem you seem to lack
Point the finger
There's three pointing back
Control's the illusion with all good intent
Bad times are contagious
You laugh and infect
Criticist, the word that fits
Put me down to lift you up

You're pushing me to a breakpoint
Pushing me, push, push me to a breakpoint

Watching pain is your only pleasure
Sick fascination for someone's disaster
Self suffering since you were born
Mess with the bull and you'll get the horn
Misery, the word that fits
Can't seem to smile 'till someone's sad

You're pushing me to a breakpoint
You're pushing me, push, push me
Push, push, push me to a breakpoint

In my opinions as a professional I recommend
We straight-jacket the son-of-a-bitch
Lock him in a rubber room
Sedate him, heavily
And when he wakes up,
If he wakes up, we'll see
If he can be a nice boy

Well... I don't know... It's gonna hurt me
More that it's gonna hurt him

Let's do it!

You push me to a breakpoint, breakpoint
Push me to a breakpoint, breakpoint
Don't push me, you piece of shit!

STRANGERED IN THE NIGHT (Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers)

Well it was dark at midnight
There was hardly any moon
And no one really saw much
No one was really sure
But something didn't seem right
Something seemed kinda queer
The roar turned into whispers
Everyone stood t here

When the sounds fit the night
Something hiding from the light
Like strangers in the night

Well I didn't see them shotguns
I didn't see no knife
I saw this crazy black guy
With a demon in his eyes
I heard him say "white man"
I've seen that silver cue
You don't remember me well
But I remember you

When the sounds fit the night
Something hiding from the light
Like strangers in the night

Well the knife just left his fingers
As the black guy took his aim
White guys head exploded
My God how much pain
And then everybody scattered
I heard some woman scream
"God damn you old black bastard
You've blown away my dreams"

When the sounds fit the night
Something hiding from the light
Like strangers in the night


Video


Um pequeno excerto de um dos originais do grupo Lacrima, que foi levado a público pela primeira vez na Serenata Monumental da Queima das Fitas de Coimbra, 20...




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