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Songidee:
Ein unglücklich Verliebter, der nichts auf die Reihe kriegt
Stil:
Es sollte ursprünglich kitschig und elektronisch, aber irgendwie altmodisch klingen.
Eine Gitarre musste her. Jörn macht alles mit. :-)
Ein Tag später war sie fertig, die Gitarre.
Hab alles eingesungen, aber es klang nicht so richtig.
Also hat Jörn auch den Gesang übernommen.
Vielen Dank!!!
Musik/Text/Drums/Synths: Micha
Gitarren/Gesang: Jörn
Text:
Comb back my hair – but it’s curlin’ the wrong way.
Pretend I don’t care – when you pass me every day.
All the letters in my jacket – all the poems I can’t rhyme –
I will tuck them into your mailbox – hoping you will find mine.
I bake you a pie – but the crust has gone all flat.
Wave when you pass by – while I’m trippin’ on my hat.
All the candies in my pocket – all the jokes I try to tell –
I will hide them behind your curtain – hoping you’ll laugh as well.
This song you'll never know
Here in my pocket – is a ticket for the show.
Down by the fountain – is the place I want to go.
Run to the park – just to wave and catch your glance.
Trip in the dark – still I pray for one small chance.
All the tickets in my jacket – all the songs I hum too loud –
I will tape it on your window– hoping to make you proud.
Out on the corner – is the jukebox playin’ slow.
Up in the moonlight – is the song you’ll never know.
This song you'll never know
All the letters in my pocket – all the coins I had to spend –
I will throw them into the river – my best friend in the end.
Later that evening I lie wait for her
What did I come here for?
Didn't feel well the last few days
And now she's coming home
She's coming home
I see her in the corridor
I think I still love her
I do love her
It strangled me
I strangled her
I killed her
I'm sorry
This song you'll never know
I'm still in love....
Ein unglücklich Verliebter, der nichts auf die Reihe kriegt
Stil:
Es sollte ursprünglich kitschig und elektronisch, aber irgendwie altmodisch klingen.
Eine Gitarre musste her. Jörn macht alles mit. :-)
Ein Tag später war sie fertig, die Gitarre.
Hab alles eingesungen, aber es klang nicht so richtig.
Also hat Jörn auch den Gesang übernommen.
Vielen Dank!!!
Musik/Text/Drums/Synths: Micha
Gitarren/Gesang: Jörn
Text:
Comb back my hair – but it’s curlin’ the wrong way.
Pretend I don’t care – when you pass me every day.
All the letters in my jacket – all the poems I can’t rhyme –
I will tuck them into your mailbox – hoping you will find mine.
I bake you a pie – but the crust has gone all flat.
Wave when you pass by – while I’m trippin’ on my hat.
All the candies in my pocket – all the jokes I try to tell –
I will hide them behind your curtain – hoping you’ll laugh as well.
This song you'll never know
Here in my pocket – is a ticket for the show.
Down by the fountain – is the place I want to go.
Run to the park – just to wave and catch your glance.
Trip in the dark – still I pray for one small chance.
All the tickets in my jacket – all the songs I hum too loud –
I will tape it on your window– hoping to make you proud.
Out on the corner – is the jukebox playin’ slow.
Up in the moonlight – is the song you’ll never know.
This song you'll never know
All the letters in my pocket – all the coins I had to spend –
I will throw them into the river – my best friend in the end.
Later that evening I lie wait for her
What did I come here for?
Didn't feel well the last few days
And now she's coming home
She's coming home
I see her in the corridor
I think I still love her
I do love her
It strangled me
I strangled her
I killed her
I'm sorry
This song you'll never know
I'm still in love....
This Song
Comb back my hair – but it’s curlin’ the wrong way.
Pretend I don’t care – when you pass me every day.
All the letters in my jacket – all the poems I can’t rhyme –
I will tuck them into your mailbox – hoping you will find mine.
I bake you a pie – but the crust has gone all flat.
Wave when you pass by – while I’m trippin’ on my hat.
All the candies in my pocket – all the jokes I try to tell –
I will hide them behind your curtain – hoping you’ll laugh as well.
This song you'll never know
Here in my pocket – is a ticket for the show.
Down by the fountain – is the place I want to go.
Run to the park – just to wave and catch your glance.
Trip in the dark – still I pray for one small chance.
All the tickets in my jacket – all the songs I hum too loud –
I will tape it on your window– hoping to make you proud.
Out on the corner – is the jukebox playin’ slow.
Up in the moonlight – is the song you’ll never know.
This song you'll never know
All the letters in my pocket – all the coins I had to spend –
I will throw them into the river – my best friend in the end.
Later that evening I lie wait for her
What did I come here for?
Didn't feel well the last few days
And now she's coming home
She's coming home
I see her in the corridor
I think I still love her
I do love her
It strangled me
I strangled her
I killed her
I'm sorry
This song you'll never know
I'm still in love....
Comb back my hair – but it’s curlin’ the wrong way.
Pretend I don’t care – when you pass me every day.
All the letters in my jacket – all the poems I can’t rhyme –
I will tuck them into your mailbox – hoping you will find mine.
I bake you a pie – but the crust has gone all flat.
Wave when you pass by – while I’m trippin’ on my hat.
All the candies in my pocket – all the jokes I try to tell –
I will hide them behind your curtain – hoping you’ll laugh as well.
This song you'll never know
Here in my pocket – is a ticket for the show.
Down by the fountain – is the place I want to go.
Run to the park – just to wave and catch your glance.
Trip in the dark – still I pray for one small chance.
All the tickets in my jacket – all the songs I hum too loud –
I will tape it on your window– hoping to make you proud.
Out on the corner – is the jukebox playin’ slow.
Up in the moonlight – is the song you’ll never know.
This song you'll never know
All the letters in my pocket – all the coins I had to spend –
I will throw them into the river – my best friend in the end.
Later that evening I lie wait for her
What did I come here for?
Didn't feel well the last few days
And now she's coming home
She's coming home
I see her in the corridor
I think I still love her
I do love her
It strangled me
I strangled her
I killed her
I'm sorry
This song you'll never know
I'm still in love....
