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The Beatles - When I'm Sixty Four (Official Video) When I’m Sixty-Four Lied von The Beatles ‧ 1967 Übersicht Text Lyrics When I get older losing my hair Many years from now Will you still be sending me a Valentine Birthday greetings bottle of wine If I'd been out till quarter to three Would you lock the door Will you still need me, will you still feed me When I'm sixty-four You'll be older too And if you say the word I could stay with you I could be handy, mending a fuse When your lights have gone You can knit a sweater by the fireside Sunday mornings go for a ride Doing the garden, digging the weeds Who could ask for more Will you still need me, will you still feed me When I'm sixty-four Every summer we can rent a cottage In the Isle of Wight, if it's not too dear We shall scrimp and save Grandchildren on your knee Vera, Chuck and Dave Send me a postcard, drop me a line Stating point of view Indicate precisely what you mean to say Yours sincerely, wasting away...

The Who - Behind Blue Eyes (Lyric Video)  Lyrics   No one knows what it's like to be the bad man To be the sad man behind blue eyes No one knows what it's like to be hated To be fated, to telling only lies But my dreams, they aren't as empty As my conscience seems to be I have hours, only lonely My love is vengeance that's never free No one knows what it's like to feel these feelings Like I do and I blame you No one bites back as hard on their anger None of my pain and woe can show through But my dreams, they aren't as empty As my conscience seems to be I have hours, only lonely My love is vengeance that's never free Mm, mm When my fist clenches, crack it open Before I use it and lose my cool When I smile, tell me some bad news Before I laugh and act like a fool And if I swallow anything evil Put your finger down my throat And if I shiver, please give me a blanket Keep me warm, let me wear your coat No one knows what it's like to be the bad man To be th...

The Verve - Bitter Sweet Symphony Bitter Sweet Symphony Lied von The Verve ‧ 1997 Übersicht Text Lyrics 'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, that's life Tryna make ends meet, you're a slave to money then you die I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down You know the one that takes you to the places where all the veins meet, yeah No change, I can change I can change, I can change But I'm here in my mold I am here in my mold But I'm a million different people From one day to the next I can't change my mold No, no, no, no, no (Have you ever been down?) Well, I've never prayed but tonight I'm on my knees, yeah I need to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me, yeah I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind, I feel free now But the airwaves are clean and there's nobody singin' to me now No change, I can change I can change, I can change But I'm here in my mold I am here in my mold And I'm a million different ...

The Doors - Roadhouse Blues (Official Video)   ROADHOUSE BLUES SONGTEXT Yeah! Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel Yeah, we′re goin' to the roadhouse We′re gonna have a real Good time Yeah, back at the roadhouse they got some bungalows Yeah, back at the roadhouse they got some bungalows And that's for the people Who like to go down slow Let it roll, baby, roll Let it roll, baby, roll Let it roll, baby, roll Let it roll, all night long Do it, honey, do it You gotta roll, roll, roll You gotta thrill my soul, all right Roll, roll, roll, roll Thrill my soul You gotta beep a gunk a chucha Honk konk konk You gotta each you puna Each ya bop a luba Each yall bump a kechonk Ease sum konk Ya, ride Ashen lady, ashen lady Give up your vows, give up your vows Save our city, save our city Right now Well, I woke up this morning, I got myself a beer Well, I woke up this morning, and I got myself a beer The future's unce...

Flugzeuge im Bauch (Remastered 2016) Herbert Grönemeyer  (* 12. April 1956 ) Flugzeuge im Bauch Lied von Herbert Grönemeyer ‧ 1984 Übersicht Text Lyrics Uh uh ih yeah, oh oh! Uh, oh yeah Schatten im Blick Dein Lachen ist gemalt Deine Gedanken sind nicht mehr bei mir Streichelst mich mechanisch Völlig steril Eiskalte Hand, mir graut vor dir Ich fühl' mich leer und verbraucht Alles tut weh Hab Flugzeuge in meinem Bauch Kann nichts mehr essen Kann dich nicht vergessen Aber auch das gelingt mir noch, oh Du brauchst meine Liebe nicht (Gib mir mein Herz zurück) Bevor es auseinander bricht Je eher, je eher du gehst Um so leichter, um so leichter wird's für mich Oh, oh oh Brauch' niemand, der mich quält Niemand, der mich zerdrückt Niemand, der mich benutzt, wann er will Niemand, der mit mir redet aus Pflichtgefühl Der nur seine Eitelkeit, seine verdammte Eitelkeit An mir stillt Niemand, der nie da ist Wenn man ihn am Nötigsten hat Wenn man nach Luft schnappt Auf dem Trocknen schwi...