You think Nazi is a genetic condition?
PS: Is this your new thing? Instead of heckling each post youâre going to post about how Gunda is a Nazi several times a day?
how do you find time for music?
doesnât being a fucking nazi cunt take all your time?
I was just surfing Mey on YouTube and read this comment by Paul Feuermann. I couldnât do any better to express how much many songs by him mean and do to me.
âReinhard Mey is an indispensable, dear companion to me! His poetry inspires me, his life is my inspiration, I experience it so wonderfully essential and holistic, genuine and profound. He has been a role model for me for decades and I come in, meet HIM in his songs and feel joy and breathe deeply. Thank you dear Reinhard for the beauty of your workshop of life âŚâ
Just purchased two tickets. I am so happy and thankful to be able to see him live once more in Munich this November. Due to his high age itâs likely my last chance. The ex-wife of my oldest brother is joining me, just like she did when I asked her to attend his concert in Berlin ages ago. I am so moved and excited. I hope, he will play this song again. If he does, I will drink a bottle of red in my mind at that Beach on Corsica with Uli. I wish she could still join me too.
ah nice, enjoy!
I will, thank you!
Hard to believe, Uli passed 5 years ago already. I wish I could speak with her at least once again. Miss you.
A song in bavarian about a sixteen year old girl from FFB (FĂźrstenfeldbruck, a small town nearby MĂźnchen) who died in a car crash only short from home while hitchhiking from Hamburg to Munich. The song tells what happens from the perspective of the driver (first-person-narrative). The song is still catching me like it did the first time.
Despite itâs English lyrics, I post this song in the German forum, as Meyâs German accent is German enough, lol. I canât hear a German accent when his daughter sings, though. She has a great voice. Itâs wonderful to hear them both sing together. His life experiences with all those ups and downs in his rich, warm voice, in which the death of his son Maximilian left itâs mark - and her innocent and light voice - thatâs a great combination. And I love, that they chose my most favourite english song ever. Taken from Meyâs own YouTube channel. That explains the private pictures.
Itâs definitely there. Her words are understandable but her accent is quite strong. Not as strong as her fatherâs, of course.
Really, I hear nada German accent and even no accent at all (also no english, which often non-native English speakers adapt by learning). Thus, to me, it sounds so neutral, that in combination with her very nice voice I have an angel in mind when she sings, lol.
You hear it most clearly when she sings alone (starting at 2:12). Donât get me wrong, her English is good. I can just tell you instantly that sheâs not a native speaker, the way Spanish speakers can instantly tell I am not a native speaker even when Iâm generally pronouncing things correctly.
I still prefer that British choir version you posted some years ago.
EDIT: Found it.
Oh, that choir version is still my favourite too. This duet by the Meyâs is nevertheless special to me, despite itâs not really good. Because itâs done by someone I hugely respect and admire. And this despite we politically disagree, at least when it comes to the party we give our cross. Although I assume we would find many agreeable practical solutions to the political problems, if no political party is noted behind them. Which btw. is my wish for election changes. No party and no persons should be elected directly anymore. The voters shall make their cross behind each partyâs solution to concrete problems, without the party behind them being named. Just like the âWahl-O-Matâ does (I found no English translation for that tool).
Anyway, I also find it very comforting to see an old man and his daughter having such a good bonding. Especially because I admire him that much. Itâs even nearly personal to me, that why I feel so intense by listening to it. Meyâs songs accompanied and influenced me throughout my life. Their content, their mindset and attitudes shaped me more than probably anything else.
for your convenience audio and lyrics
ome on - Joey get out of school
We got places to go
A '57 Lincoln you got a radio that hurts
And the girls like to touch it
Just to find out if it works
But donât look at me
It wasnât me
Joey live on the edge of the corner
Of living on the run
I like to ride in the middle
Iâm just tryinâ to have some fun
Until the Pirates come
And take me
And I wonât need a pilot
Got a pirate who might sail
Somewhere I heard far away
You answer me
So Iâm holding on
To your rainbow sleeves
Well, goodbye boys,
Oh my buddy boys,
Oh my sad-eyed Sinatras
Itâs a cold globe around the sea
You keep the shirt that I bought ya
And I know youâll get the chance to make it
And nothinâs gonna stop you
You just reach right out and take it
You say - So long, lonely Avenue
So long lonely avenue
Iâll see you there
Wait ân see
Be lookinâ for me
Just like you
Just like me
i swear to god this woman is drunk
A long stretch of headlights
Bends into I-9
Tiptoe into truck stops
And sleepy diesel eyes
Volcanoes rumble in the taxi
And glow in the dark
Camels in the driverâs seat
A slow, easy mark
But you ran out of gas
Down the road a piece
Then the battery went dead
And now the cable wonât reachâŚ
Itâs your last chance
To check under the hood
Last chance
She ainât soundinâ too good,
Your last chance
To trust the man with the star
Youâve found the last chance Texaco
Well, he tried to be Standard
He tries to be Mobil
He tried living in a world
And in a shell
There was this block-busted blonde
He loved her - free parts and labor
But she broke down and died
And threw all the rods he gave her
But this one ainât fuel-injected
Her plugâs disconnected
She gets scared and she stalls
She just needs a man, thatâs all
Itâs her last chance
Her timingâs all wrong
Her last chance
She canât idle this long
Her last chance
Turn her over and go
Pullinâ out of the last chance texaco
The last chance