Halloween :: Zwei Gruselsongs [2]

Wie versprochen heute und morgen der zweite Liedtext mit deutlich viel Samhain im Hinterkopf. Natürlich gibt es noch "Samedi", meine persönliche Hymne an den Baron Saterdach, aber c'est la vie... et la mort.

Axel M. Gruner's Song
GRAVEYARD GIRL

I met my love in the witching hour
At the olde voodoo shack
Where the drums beat all nite long
To the Resurrection Rag
I met my love in the witching hour
She’s as sweet as they can get
My baby she’s a graveyard girl
My baby she’s undead

Chorus A
I’m in love with a graveyard girl, oh no,
In love with a graveyard girl so gold,
In love with a hungry graveyard girl etc...

My baby came from the other side
She’s got the hoodoo heart
She make my mojo risin high
Death will never do us part
My baby came from the other side
And she’ll never get enough
Tell me what you hunger for
And tell me who do you love

Chorus A
Chrous B
I love my graveyard girl etc...
Instrumental

I’m in love with a graveyard girl
My sweet cemetary bride
Here she comes in her wedding dress
Made from rattlesnake hide
I’m in love with a graveyard girl
And i’ll never let her go
Gonna keep her six feet under
And let wild roses grow

Chorus A
Chorus B

Halloween :: Zwei Gruselsongs [1]

Was gibt es Schöneres, als in der Dunkelheit des Oktobers am Kaminfeuer zu sitzen und die richtige, stimmungsvolle Musik zu hören. Irgendwie herbstlich, oder ganz schön dunkel. Also vielleicht das, was ich mitternachts, wenn keiner mich sieht, unter dem Label Nachtmusick anhöre? Ohja, ohja, ohja. Aber weil das natürlich nicht ausreicht, heute und morgen mal zwei Liedtexte, die ich sozusagen mit Halloween im Hinterkopf geschrieben habe.

Axel M. Gruner's Song
HOWLING AT THE MOON

Little red riding hood, where you wanna go?
Litte red riding hood, got my eyes on you
In the deep dark wood I’m waiting for you
In the deep dark wood, I’m waiting, waiting...

Chorus
As I stood there in the pale moon light /
For love my prayers I said right \
But the wolfbane flowers did bloom -- /
As I stood there howling at the moon \

I have big eyes to see your naked skin
I have big ears to hear you laugh
My teeth are so big they will cut you in half
My teeth are so big they will cut you,
they will cut you...
Chorus

Dire wolf is comin’, hot on your heels
Dire wolf is comin’, sniffin’ your smell
My little bride, gonna see you in hell
My little bride, gonna see you,
gonna see you...
Chorus

Songbook :: Diggin' in the Dirt

Diggin’ in the dirt
Try to find some gold
in the mud of your soul

Forget about sin
Don’t let past things
drag you down (darlin’)

Diggin’ in the dirt
You dig all your life
but never touch the ground

Body of a Beast
But in my heart a star
shines on forever

Chorus:
Diggin’ in the dirt, all I gotta say:
Wasn’t man made from clay?

Diggin’ in the dirt
The deeper you dig
the harder it gets

Kick in the head
If life’s a mess
changin’ it is the best (baby)

Diggin’ in the dirt
Shovel on hard
Down in your pit

Never give up!
If your spade breaks
Use your nails (and shine on!)
Chorus

Songbook :: Störtebeker (traditional)

1. Störtebeker un Gödeke Micheel,
de roveden beiden to glieken Deel,
to Water und ok to Lande,
so lang, dat et Gott van Hemmel verdrot;
do mosten se lieden grote Scahnde.

2. Störtebeker sprok: Alltohand!
De Westsee is uns wohlbekannt
Dahin wöll'n wi nu fahren,
de rieken Kooplüd van Hamborg
Mögt jem ehr Schep nu wahren.

3. Nu leepen se wi dull dahin
in ehren bösen Röversinn,
Bit dat man jem kreeg faten.
Bi't Hilgeland in aller Fröh,
Dar mussen se't Haar woll laten.

4. De „bunte Koh ut Flandern" kamm,
dat Roov-Schipp op de Hören namm
Un stött et wiß in Stücken.
Dat Volk se broch'n nah Hamborg op,
Dar mussen se'n Kopp all missen.

5. De Frone, de heet Rosenfeld,
haut af so manken wilden Held
Den Kopp mit kühlem Mote.
He hadde angeschmörte Schoh;
Bit an sien' Enkel stunn he in Blote.

Songbook :: Hindenburg (Death Of An Airship)

The last morning cometh for the german bird
Soaring on the seas, soaring on the skies
Adorned with swastikas on the fin
(You dress tough, but you'll never win!)

A special day in Lakehurst
New Jersey's bright, full of light
couples meet for something to see
(This day will go down in history!)

the first spark burns deep in her heart
New Jersey's bright, full of light
Kissed by fire the captain dies
mixed with flames fall his cries

chorus
Here she comes!
Dressed in flames
What a beauty!
Death of an Airship

Every second grows her impending doom
Burning on the seas, burning in the skies
Hydrogenium flows thar she blows
Spectators staring, full of woes

Oh the humanity the radio blares
sending to the east, sending to the west
All over America the people sigh
But they will never never never know why

Wantonly she strips her skeletton
bursting into light, burning like a sun
glowing in exploding glance
Never forget her funeral dance

chorus
Here she comes!
Dressed in flames
What a beauty!
Death of an airship
Here she comes!
Dressed in flames
An airship dies --
There's fire in the skies!

Songbook :: You Sold Your Soul For An E-String (Rock'n'Roll Is A Hard Life)

Rock'n'Roll is a hard life
You know the stage better than your wife
You sold your soul for an e-string
But now taking "E" is the only thing
chorus
you're burning out/ burning out
you're burning out/  burning out

O rock'n'roll hero of the distant past
Are you trying to tell me that fame will last?
There's a neon glory on your balding head
You have a smiling face, but your eyes are sad
chorus
instrumental

You gotta play all night & loose the day
and in the afternoon there's hell to pay
Get on with working your way up to the top
Being an immortal is a tough job!
chorus

You met your old lady when she was a fan
Now she can't stand you - but nobody can
She had a baby boy some years ago
Maybe it's yours - well, what do you know?
chorus
instrumental
You know you're burning out, burning out,
Without a doubt you're burning out
There is a cloud upon your head
Your balding head & soon you be dead
You're burning out, burning out,
Without a doubt you're burning out
You're out!

Rock'n'roll is a hard life
But still it all hurts like a knife
You sold your soul for an e-string
Being your own legend is the only thing
chorus
left for you/ left for you
'cause you're burning out/  burning out

Songbook :: Barmbek South (Barmbek Süd)

I had a nice wife now I hate that bitch
Each time I see I get an evil twitch
I think about hitting her in the mouth
I better move out to - Barmbek South

I had a future now I'm sweating for dimes
From the early morning to the midnight chimes
It's enough to make you wanna freak out
I better move on to - Barmbek South

I life in a shack that's priced like gold
There's cracks in the ceiling & it's always cold
I hate this place, my landlord's a louse
I better move out to - Barmbek South

If you see me on the street you better run
Tonight I have a temper, tomorrow a gun
And if you cross me, I'll burn down your house
And than I will go to - Barmbek South

My girlfriend's a slut - I like it that way
Sex is my religion, what else can I say?
Not only prayers can come in your mouth
Especially if you're down & out in - Barmbek South
Especially if you're down & out in - Barmbek South
Especially if you're down & out in - Barmbek South

Songbook :: Superhuman Blues

There's a rustle of capes in the air
    I know it's coming from somewhere
All the agents & the superhuman crew
    Are staring down at me & you
I know some alien is reading my mind
    Above us X-ray-vision shines
Another Crisis is coming tonite
    Won't somebody please send me some Kryptonite?

Chorus:
The style of the world has changed so much
    In 4 colors & a nuclear touch
Where's Jack Kirby to same me
    From the 21st century?

Little man I said enough
    When the gloves are off, the going gets rough
What chance 'gainst superpowers
    Who move planets & topple towers?
Men of Bronze, Men of Steel
    To distant to know how to feel
I can see them sitting & brood
    In their Fortresses of Solitude
Chorus

If you can't get no satisfaction
    Leave your girl for some easier action
Just pick up a costume & learn how to fight
    A loser by day can be a heroe at night
Nobody cares for a pimplefaced boy
    So pump yourself up with an alien toy
And if you get dissed by your neighborhood god
    Just blast him with your Mega-Rod
Chorus

On brightest day, in darkest night
    No evil shall escape my sight
The war against sleep will never stop
    As long as they don't close my comic shop
Worlds will live & worlds will die
    It's as American as apple pie
If you miss it this time on the rack
    Grab it when it's collected in paperback!
Chorus

Songbook :: Lied der Pikten

Rome never looks where she treads.
Always her heavy hooves fall,
On our stomachs, our hearts or our heads;
And Rome never heeds when we bawl.
Her sentries pass on—that is all,
And we gather behind them in hordes,
And plot to reconquer the Wall,
With only our tongues for our swords.

We are the Little Folk—we!
Too little to love or to hate.
Leave us alone and you’ll see
How we can drag down the State!
We are the worm in the wood!
We are the rot at the root!
We are the taint in the blood!
We are the thorn in the foot!

Mistletoe killing an oak—
Rats gnawing cables in two—
Moths making holes in a cloak—
How they must love what they do!.
Yes—and we Little Folk too,
We are busy as they—
Working our works out of view—
Watch, and you’ll see it some day!

No indeed! We are not strong,
But we know Peoples that are.
Yes, and we’ll guide them along,
To smash and destroy you in War!
We shall be slaves just the same?
Yes, we have always been slaves,
But you—you will die of the shame,
And then we shall dance on your graves!

We are the Little Folk—we!
Too little to love or to hate.
Leave us alone and you’ll see
How we can drag down the State!
We are the worm in the wood!
We are the rot at the root!
We are the taint in the blood!
We are the thorn in the foot!

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Rudyard Kipling: "A Pict Song" ist wohl das beeindruckendste, was ich von meiner Reise in die Hitze des Südens mitgebracht habe. Bis hierher war es mir nicht bekannt, aber es spricht eine Ader in mir an, die älter ist als viele andere - ich erinnere mich an Bran Mak Morn, den großen König, und wie wir im Heidekraut verborgen auf den stampfenden Schritt der Legionäre warteten...

Songbook :: Howling at the Moon

Little red riding hood where you wanna go?
Little red riding hood I got my eyes on you
In the deep dark wood I’m waiting for you
howlin’ at the moon
howlin’ at the moon

Little red little red riding hood
Little red little red riding hood
I can smell it & I know it’s good
howlin’ at the moon
howlin’ at the moon

Lost little girl your skin is so white
Lost little girl your eyes are so blue
Now feel the love of the loup-garou
howlin’ at the moon
howlin’ at the moon

I have big eyes to see your naked body
I have big ears to hear you laugh
My teeth are so big they will cut you in half
howlin’ at the moon
howlin’ at the moon

Hear the songs of the children of night
Hear me bayin’ & hear me growl
No sign of Jesus can save you now
howlin’ at the moon
howlin’ at the moon

Dire wolf is comin’ hot on your heels
Dire wolf is comin’ sniffin’ your smell
My little bride I’ll see you in hell
howlin’ at the moon
howlin’ at the moon
wooooooooooooooo