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Das erste Triple-Tribute überhaupt und vielleicht bleibt es auch das einzige. Es gilt drei Songtexten der White Stripes und das haben sie allein deshalb verdient, weil es mir schwer fiel, mich überhaupt für nur drei Texte zu entscheiden.

Vielleicht stellt sich für manche die Frage: warum Songtexte so explizit ausstellen? Weil sie ein kleines Stück Literatur sind, manchmal wie vertonte Gedichte und in vielen Songtexten steckt ein oder mehrere wundervolle Momente: Lustig, traurig, melancholisch, wütend. Und gerade weil das nichts, aber auch rein gar nichts neues ist, gibt es dieses Tribute. Denn manchmal werden diese wunderbaren Texte übersehen oder übersungen. Und bei so manchem Text darf das einfach nicht sein.

Also, das erste Triple-Tribute für Meg und Jack White für:

Dead leaves and the dirty ground
Fell in love with a girl
We're going to be friends

I wasn't very indiscreet and yet | That is a notion that I might as well forget | Friends look at me these days with fond surprise | But when I start to speak they roll their eyes

Let me tell you about her | Hush now, I've said too much | There's something indescribable I can't quite catch | Let me tell you about her | The way that she makes me feel | Then draw a curtain on this scene I shan't reveal

Some things are too personal | Too intimate to spill | And gentlemen don't speak of them | And this one never will

I wasn't very conversational | Except to say that, "You're sensational" | Friends now regard me with indulgent smiles | But when I start to speak they run for miles

Let me tell you about her | Hush now, I've said too much | There's something indescribable I can't quite catch | Let me tell you about her | The way that she makes me feel | Then draw a curtain on this scene I shan't reveal

Fall is here, hear the yell | back to school, ring the bell | brand new shoes, walking blues | climb the fence, books and pens | I can tell that we're going to be friends

Walk with me, Suzy Lee | through the park and by the tree | we will rest upon the ground | and look at all the bugs we found | then safely walk to school without a sound

Well here we are, no one else | we walked to school all by ourselves | there's dirt on our uniforms | from chasing all the ants and worms | we clean up and now its time to learn

Numbers, letters, learn to spell | nouns, and books, and show and tell | at playtime we will throw the ball | back to class, through the hall | teacher marks our height against the wall

And we don't notice any time pass | we don't notice anything | we sit side by side in every class | teacher thinks that I sound funny | but she likes the way you sing

Tonight I'll dream while I'm in bed | when silly thoughts go through my head | about the bugs and alphbet | and when I wake tommorow I'll bet | that you and I will walk together again | cause I can tell that we're going to be friends

Heute gilt The Tribute dem Text von Motorpsychos Landslide. Schon die erste Zeile bringt es auf den Punkt.

nothing to explain | whenever you're around me | the silence's still astounding | unshadowed by distress or overcasting anger | we're lucky if the landslide hit's us hard on time; | our rose-lipped youth is passing by

so easy that it's hard | walking on a faultline, spending all the dreamtime | waiting for the landslide to hit home | so those self-seeking satellites stop spinning 'round | and are forced to choose a different course

who would wanna know? | if you're not gonna show | how the crazy gift of time takes it's toll | Impress me and say that you will put it straight | wipe off the residue and clean the slate | go get a grip before it's all too late | all and everythings at stake.

too proud to let you know (nothing to explain) | I tried to prove you wrong (no need to complain) | but there's a consolation: | the gravity's increasing (nothing to explain whenever you're around me) | since you've been around | the self-seeking satellites stopped spinning 'round | can't find no joke to fend you off

who would wanna know? | if you're not gonna show | how the crazy gift of time takes it's toll

Impress me and say that you will put it straight | wipe off the residue and clean the slate | go get a grip before it's all too late | all and everythings at stake: | more than anyone can take!

Met a girl, introduced myself | I asked her go to with me and no one else | And she said "I'd really like to see you everyday | But I'm afraid of what my friends might say | You need a bath, and your clothes are wrong | You're not my type; I can tell we wouldn't get along." | I just laughed — what else could I do? | Just then her friends chimed in, singin' "Get a clue. | Get a life, put it in your song." (Put it in your song)

There's something I've been meaning to say to you | There's something I've been meaning to say to you

I'd had enough, couldn't take it anymore, yeah | So I turned and I ran straight for the door | Bought some mags on my way home | For later on, you know, when I'm all alone | Bottle of wine and some cigarettes | Watch TV and go to bed | I know a guy lives in Los Angeles | Sometimes his life there makes me so jealous | I'd have a life, put it in my song (Put it in your song)

There's something I've been meaning to say to you | There's something I've been meaning to say to you

I'd like to move out of this place | Change my name, maybe get a new face | Sleep all day, stay up all night | Everybody I meet thinks I'm alright | I'd have a life, put it in my song (Put it in your song)

There's something I've been meaning to say to you | There's something I've been meaning to say to you | There's something I've been meaning to say to you | There's something I've been meaning to say to you

I want to kill this man but he turned around and ran. | I'll kill him with karate that I learned in Japan. | He wouldn't see my face. I wouldn't leave a trace. | I wouldn't use a bullet cause a bullet's a disgrace.

Aw, mom, I never thought that I was a murdering man | But tonight I'm on my way.

There's this drawer that I know in a house up the road | That's full of things that are easily sold. | When they go out of town I could go and snoop around | And make myself rich off the things that I found.

Aw, mom, I never thought that I was a stealing man | But tonight I'm on my way.

I was sitting on the bleacher staring at the speaker, | Reading his lips but I could not understand. | So I opened up my ears and clearly I could hear | This detailed story all about a grain of sand.

Aw, mom, I always dreamt of being a good listener | So tonight I'm on my way.

There's this kid you gotta meet. He lives across the street. | He's got spirit and heart. We're ten years apart. | He is up for anything. He can hang with anyone. | He still likes the things we used to think were fun.

Aw, mom, I never thought that I could have a friend | But tonight I'm on my way.

I'm in love with someone who's as pretty as a flower. | Her life give me power so I'm buyin' her a ring. | She makes hats with her hands. She is such an artist. | I'm her biggest fan and I'm teaching her to sing

Aw, mom, I never thought that I could love no on | But tonight I'm on my way.

Das heutige Tribute geht direkt in den Himmel, mit den Worten eines großen Dramaturgen: "Keep it simple stupid."

one-two-three-four | I'm a shock trooper in a stupor yes I am | I'm a Nazi schatze y'know I fight for fatherland | I'm a shock trooper in a stupor yes I am | I'm a Nazi schatze y'know I fight for fatherland

Little German boy Being pushed around | Little German boy In a German town

eins-zwei-drei-vier

Today your love, tomorrow the world Today your love, tomorrow the world | Today your love, tomorrow the world Today your love, tomorrow the world | Today your love, tomorrow the world

Wenig Bands, die ich kenne, mit dermaßen viel Energie, die aus jeder Zeile strömt, bricht und deine regennassen Haare in Sekunden recht föhnt, auf dass sie stehen, weit, mindestens bis zum Himmel. Mindestens. Intelligent unter Strom, von wegen AC/DC.

Can I scream? Yeah! | We lack the motion to move to the new beat | We lack the motion to move to the new beat

It's here for us to admire if we can afford the beauty of it | Can afford the luxury of turning our heads | Adjust that thousand dollars smile and behold the creation of man | Great words won't cover ugly actions - good frames won't save bad paintings

We lack the motion to move to the new beat. Yeah! | We lack... motion | When the day is over - Hey! - the doors are locked on us | Money buys the access - and we can't pay the cost | And how can we expect anyone to listen if we are using the same old voice? | We need new noise - new art for the real people

We dance to all the wrong songs | We enjoy all the wrong moves | We dance to all the wrong songs | We're not leading | We dance to all the wrong songs | We enjoy all the wrong moves | We dance to all the wrong songs | We're not, we're not, we're not, we're not, we're not, we're not... | Leading

We dance - all the wrong songs | We enjoy - all the wrong moves | We dance - all the wrong songs

We dance - all the wrong songs | We enjoy - all the wrong move | We dance - all the wrong songs

Here we go!

We dance to all the wrong songs | We enjoy all the wrong moves | We dance to all the wrong songs | We're not leading. Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

The new beat! The new beat! The new beat! The new beat! | The new beat! The new beat! The new beat! The new beat! | The new beat! The new beat! The new beat! The new beat! | The new beat! The new beat! The new beat! The new beat! | Thank you.

Es gibt selten einen Liedtext mit einer ganz bestimmten Stelle, die perfekt ist. Die in diesem einen Moment genau dem entspricht, ist was einen bewegt. Genau in diesem Moment und das hat eine Auswirkung. Nämlich, jedesmal, an genau dieser Stelle, wird dieser Moment neu, wieder - perfekt:"And every breath that is in your lungs is a tiny little gift to me, is a tiny little gift to me."

dead leaves and the dirty ground | when I know you're not around | shiny tops and soda pops | when I hear your lips make a sound | when I hear your lips make a sound

thirty notes in the mailbox | will tell ya that I'm coming home | and I think I'm gonna stick around | for a while so you're not alone | for a while so you're not alone

if you can hear a piano fall | you can hear me coming down the hall | if I can just hear your pretty voice | I don't think I need to see at all | don't think I need to see at all

soft hair and a velvet tongue | I wanna give ya what you give to me | and every breath that is in your lungs | is a tiny little gift to me | is a tiny little gift to me

I didn't feel so bad 'til the sun went down | then I come home | no one to wrap my arms around | wrap my arms around

well any man with a microphone | can tell you what he loves the most | and you know why you love at all | if you're thinking of the holy ghost | if you're thinking of the holy ghost

Wintertime winds blow cold the season | Fallen in love, I'm hopin' to be | Wind is so cold, is that the reason? | Keeping you warm, your hands touching me

Come with me dance, my dear | Winter's so cold this year | You are so warm | My wintertime love to be

Winter time winds blue and freezin' | Comin' from northern storms in the sea | Love has been lost, is that the reason? | Trying desperately to be free

Come with me dance, my dear | Winter's so cold this year | And you are so warm | My wintertime love to be

La, la, la, la

Come with me dance, my dear | Winter's so cold this year | You are so warm | My wintertime love to be