ICP - What is a Juggalo

Wenn man Abschied nimmt,
geht nach unbestimmt,
mit dem Wind, wie Blätter wehn,

sing ma et Abschiedsleed,
dat sich öm Fernweh drieht,
um Horizont, Salz und Teer.

Wer singe Püngel schnürt,
söök, wo er hinjehürt,
et wie ne Zuch fuhr,
nit nur ein Zuhuss.

Man läßt vieles hier,
Freund ich danke dir,
für den Kuß, den letzten Gruß.

Ich will weiter gehn,
keine Tränen sehn,
so ein Abschied ist lang noch kein Tod.

Niemals geht man so ganz
irgendwas von mir bleibt hier
es hat seinen Platz
immer bei dir. Wenn et auch noch so sticht, denn wer in dr Kält
keen Zukunft sieht,

maach enem Vagabund
doch et Hätz net wund,
fliech e Stück mit
op singem Weech.

Doch dann lass mich los,
sieh die Welt ist groß,
ohne Freiheit bin ich fast schon wie tot.

Niemals geht man so ganz,
irgendwas von mir bleibt hier,
es hat seinen Platz immer bei dir.

Niemals geht man so ganz,
irgendwas von mir bleibt hier,
es hat seinen Platz immer bei dir.

Ich verspreche dir,
wenn zurück bei dir,
wenn der Wind von Süden weht.

Ich saach nit leb wohl,
dat Wort dat kling wie Hohn,
völlig hohl maach et joot.

Sieh, ich weine auch,
Tränen sind wie Rauch,
sie vergehn, dieser Käfig macht mich tot.

Niemals geht man so ganz,
irgendwas von mir bleibt hier,
es hat seinen Platz immer bei dir.

Niemals geht man so ganz,
irgendwas von mir bleibt hier,
es hat seinen Platz immer bei dir.

Nie verläßt man sich ganz,
irgendwas von dir geht mit,
es hat seinen Platz immer bei mir.

Never heard a more beautiful german/koelsch song.



Please look up the english translation. It's worth it.

Oh baby...
Well there's a light in your eye that keeps shinin'
Like a star that can't wait for the night
I hate to think out of line, here baby
Why can't I see you tonight?
And the warmth of your smile starts the burnin'
And the thrill of your touch give me fright
I'm shakin' so much, really yearnin'
Why don't you show up naked, alright?
Yeah, it's alright...

And if you promise your love so completely
And you said you would always be true
You swore that you never would leave me, baby
Whatever happened to you?

And you thought it was only in movies
And you wish all your dreams would come true, hey
It ain't the first time, believe me, baby
I'm standin' here feelin' blue, oh, yes I'm blue

Now I will stand in the rain on the corner
I watch the people go shuffling downtown
Another ten minutes, no longer, and then I'm turnin' around round

And the clock on the wall's moving slower
My heart sinks to the ground
And the storm that I thought would blow over
Has lotted the love that I found
Light of the love that I found
Light of the love that I found
Love (or "Oh") that I found

Hey baby, c'mon
I feel somewhere, and I'll drive no more
Oh whoa, my heart is gone, at their low
Gimme a chance, gimme a chance
I see my dream and I just don't sing this song
Got to get home, got to get home, yeah
I feel this rain pouring down on me
Got to get home, yeah, get home
Got to get home, got to get home, got to get home
Got to get home

Oh now my body is starting to quiver
And the palms of my hands getting wet
I got no reason to doubt you, baby
It's all a terrible mess
And I'll run in the ring till I'm breathless
When I'm breathless I run till I drop, hey
Thoughts of a fool getting (or "kinda") gutless
I'm just a fool waiting on the wrong block
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, oh, light of the love that I found

One More Cup Of Coffee - Bob Dylan

Your breath is sweet
Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky.
Your back is straight, your hair is smooth
On the pillow where you lie.
But I don't sense affection
No gratitude or love
Your loyalty is not to me
But to the stars above.

One more cup of coffee for the road,
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below.

Your daddy he's an outlaw
And a wanderer by trade
He'll teach you how to pick and choose
And how to throw the blade.
He oversees his kingdom
So no stranger does intrude
His voice it trembles as he calls out
For another plate of food.

One more cup of coffee for the road,
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below.

Your sister sees the future
Like your mama and yourself.
You've never learned to read or write
There's no books upon your shelf.
And your pleasure knows no limits
Your voice is like a meadowlark
But your heart is like an ocean
Mysterious and dark.

One more cup of coffee for the road,
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below.

Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall.
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood,
Cries out, "My God, they've killed them all!"
Here comes the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see
And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously.
"I didn't do it," he says, and he throws up his hands
"I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand.
I saw them leavin'," he says, and he stops
"One of us had better call up the cops."
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
In the hot New Jersey night.

Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around.
Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda ->-bleeped-<- was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that.
In Paterson that's just the way things go.
If you're black you might as well not show up on the street
'Less you wanna draw the heat.

Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops.
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
He said, "I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates."
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head.
Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead"
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man could hardly see
They told him that he could identify the guilty men.

Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in,
Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says, "Wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!"
Yes, here's the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Four months later, the ghettos are in flame,
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame.
"Remember that murder that happened in a bar?
Remember you said you saw the getaway car?
You think you'd like to play ball with the law?
Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night?
Don't forget that you are white."

Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I'm really not sure."
Cops said, "A poor boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello
Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.
You'll be doin' society a favor.
That sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver.
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain't no Gentleman Jim."

Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that much.
It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail.
But then they took him to the jail house
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.

All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance.
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy ->-bleeped-<-.
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger.
And though they could not produce the gun,
The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury agreed.

Rubin Carter was falsely tried.
The crime was murder one, guess who testified?
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride.
How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool's hand?
To see him obviously framed
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a game.

Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell.
Yes, that's the story of the Hurricane,
But it won't be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he's done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Joe - All The Things

"The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down" The Band

Praise break music

Child In Time - Deep Purple

Mo' Horizons - Foto Viva (Nicola Conte Mix)

Wasted Sunsets - Deep Purple

8 miles high the Byrds

Walking On Sunshine - Katrina & The Waves