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Welche Musik hört ihr gerade?

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M
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M
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von Frédéric Chopin/Hans Kliment, Kondukt, österr. Garde, Trauermusik, aufgenommen von der Militärmusik Kärnten
Leitung: Sigismund Seidl

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November - by Tom Waits & William S. Burroughs -

No shadow
No stars
There's no moon and
No cars
November
It only believes
In a pile of dead leaves
And a moon
That's the color of bone.

No prayers for November
To linger longer
Stick your spoon in the wall
We'll slaughter them all.

November has tied me
To an old dead tree
Get word to April
To rescue me
November's cold chain.

Made of wet boots and rain
And shiny black ravens
On chimney smoke lanes
November seems odd
You're my firing squad
November.

With my hair slicked back
With carrion shellac
With the blood from a pheasant
And the bone from a hare.

Tied to the branches
Of a roebuck stag
Left to wave in the timber
Like a buck shot flag.

Go away you rainsnout
Go away blow your brains out
November.

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M


Tom Waits - Frank´s Wild Years

Well Frank settled down out in the Valley and he hung his wild years on a nail that he drove through his wife's forehead

He sold used office furniture out there on San Fernando Road and assumed a $30,000 *beep* at 15¼%, put a down payment on a little two-bedroom place.

His wife was a spent piece of used jet trash: made good Bloody Marys, kept her mouth shut most of the time, had a little Chihuahua named Carlos that had some kind of skin disease and was totally blind.

They had a thoroughly modern kitchen, self-cleaning oven, the whole bit. Frank drove a little Sedan. They were so happy.

One night, Frank was on his way home from work, stopped at the liquor store. Picked up a couple Mickey's Big Mouths, drank 'em in the car on his way to the Shell station. He got a gallon of gas in a can. Drove home, doused everything in the house, torched it, parked across the street, laughing, watching it burn, all Halloween orange and chimney red.

Then Frank put on a top 40-station, got on the Hollywood Freeway, and headed north.

Never could stand that dog.

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