Kling Glöckchen klingelingeling.
Hier sind die fünf Lieder des 31. FOFL, das am vergangenen Wochenende stattfand.
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Violence flarin', bullets loadin'
You're old enough to kill but not for votin'
You don't believe in war, but what's that gun you're totin'?
And even the Jordan river has bodies floatin'
But you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
How you don't believe
We're on the eve of destruction
It's time to get away
It's time to get away from you, uh-uh
You brought a lot of money
But me, I catch a tiny tummy
And you, you make me sleep
I tried and tried
But you're undermine me, uh-huh
And I start to be sensible (if you know what I mean)
And so it's time to get away
We should have a baby
And then I wouldn't feel quite so sad
Then I'd feel like Paul the Saint and not Jack the Lad
A baby that'll make me feel so very glad
I've had a life of booze, but that's all I've ever had
'Cause I'm the King of Misery
The Prince of the torn apart
And you're the lighthouse keeper
To the owner of a ship-wrecked heart
Ich glaub mich küsst der Kardinal
Da steht‘n armes Würstchen
Und wird brutal verknackt
Bloß weil er mit zwei Freunden
Die Klampfe ausgepackt
Und in der Innenstadt von Dortmund (Oder war? s Wuppertal)
Von Lust und Last sein Lied sang, als wäre es ganz normal
Doch dann kam der große Stempel: I-L-L-E-G-A- illegal
Fun Fact: Kaum jemand wagte sich an ein Cover dieses Klassikers, außer: Bon Jovi. (Ausgerechnet!) Kam nicht gut an. Der Kommentar des britischen DJs Rob Smith: "Es ist das Schlimmste, was der Musik je passiert ist, und ich schließe sowohl die Ermordung von John Lennon als auch die Solokarriere von Brian McFadden darin ein." Wie treffend. (I like!)
They've got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
It's no place for the old
When you first took my hand
On a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me
Broadway was waiting for me
You were handsome
You were pretty
Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night
The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day
R.I.P Shane MacGowan
Frohe FOFLige Weihnachten wünscht Euch Penjelly!