Fain de tot, Dude !!

No, I wont hit you, its nice here.

Jon Lord - Bourée

Jon Lord - Sarabande

Cine are chef de Cabo Wabo...

Van Halen

Rush - Tom Sawyer

Rush


The Necromancer part 1

OK, I hit you now my friend.
This is Flea, the bassist from Red Hot Chilli Peppers, just listen how he slap the bass.

Flea Bass Demonstration

Hey @ Cla ! N-am stiut ca te ocupi de vechituri Asa ca sa contribui si io cu ceva aici , de pe vremea Woodstock-ului :


Eagles - Hotel California

Faaaiiiinnn, March !!

Mai pun si io una de pe vremea aia:

Molly Hatchet - Dreams I'll never see

Sweet home Alabama, where the sky's so good...

Lynyrd Skynyrd

James Last si Gheorghe Zamfir - Einsamer Hirte

Cantec preluat si in filmul " Kill Bill "


@ Cla ,

James Last mai canta acolo in Germania ? Cred ca are vreo 80 de ani .

March, l-am vazut odata anu trecut sau acum 2 ani la TV si si-a luat caciula, adica s-a dus în pensie, îi ajunge.
A fost nascut în 1929 si-i merge bine acum, înca.
Mai multe n-am auzit, probabil ca traieste undeva retras unde vrea sa aiba pace si liniste.
O fi la pescuit

Apropos James Last Orchester.
Niste mistocari din Erlangen s-au numit James Blast Orchester.
Blasen e felatie.
James Last le-a interzis numele asta, de-atunci se numesc doar JBO
(Originalul e Symphony of destruction - de la Manowar)

JBO

Hei, Cla, merci pt. Manowar!

... şi ceva pentru un suflet veşnic îndrăgostit...

Si tie, Erwin, merci pt Warriors, super !!

Brian Johnson nu era la AC/DC înca
Pe atunci era în Anglia la Geordie:

Hope You like It

Danke Cla...zehr schön

I'll buy you six bay mares to put in your stable
Six golden apples bought with my pay
I am the first piper who calls the sweet tune
But i must be gone by the seventh day

I carry the dust of a journey
That cannot be shaken away
It lives deep within me
For I breathe it every day

He was the wizard of a thousand kings
and a chance to meet him one night wondering.
He told me tales and he drank my wine.
Me and my magic man kinda feeling fine.
He had a cloak of gold and eyes of fire.
And as he spoke I felt a deep desire
to free the world of its fear and pain
and help the people to feel free again.

Some fools think
Of happiness, blissfulness, togetherness
Some fools fool themselves, I guess
They're not foolin' me
I know it isn't true I know it isn't true
Love is just a lie made to make you blue
Love hurts,
Ooo-oo love hurts

Carry on a waydward son.... don't cry no more...

Kansas

I close my eyes, only for a moment, and the moment's gone
All my dreams, pass before my eyes, a curiosity
Dust in the wind, all they are is dust in the wind.
Same old song, just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do, crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see

Your cruel device
your blood, like ice
One look, could kill
My pain, your thrill...
I wanna love you but I better not touch

Super, Dude !!

White Wedding

Hey Joe

Jimi

Cla...!!! ...man ?? Jimi...the king ...



Ce poti sa postezi dupa piesa asta ??

Absolut nimic. Un moment de reculegere in memoriam

With no loving in our souls and no money in our coats
You can't say we're satisfied
But Angie, Angie, you can't say we never tried
Angie, you're beautiful, but ain't it time we said good-bye?
Angie, I still love you, remember all those nights we cried?
All the dreams we held so close seemed to all go up in smoke
Let me whisper in your ear:
Angie, Angie, where will it lead us from here?

I can't help about the shape I'm in
I can't sing, I ain't pretty and my legs are thin
But don't ask me what I think of you
I might not give the answer that you want me to

Oh well

...cu Petre Green si...

Sweet child in time you'll see the line
The line that's drawn between the good and the bad
See the blind man shooting at the world
Bullets flying taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord I bet you have
And you've been hit by flying lead
You'd better close your eyes and bow your head
And wait for the rïcochet

Oh, won't you come with me
And take my hand
Oh, won't you come with me
And walk this land
Please take my hand

In a gadda da vida, honey
Don't you know that I'm lovin' you
In a gadda da vida, baby
Don't you know that I'll always be true

But you won't fool the children of the revolution
No you won't fool the children of the revolution
No no no

Well you can tear a plane
In the falling rain
I drive a Rolls Royce
'Cos its good for my voice

But you won't fool the children of the revolution
No you won't fool the children of the revolution
No no no

Oh, god I am the American dream
I do not think I'm too extreme
And I'm a handsome son of a bich,
I'm gonna get a good job and be real rich!






SPECIAL CLA


Hallo Leute, ich bin Bobby Brown
man sagt, ich sei der süßeste Junge in der Stadt
Mein Auto ist schnell und meine Zähne blitzen
Ich erzähle allen Mädels, daß sie meinen Schwanz küssen sollen

Hier bin ich an einer berühmten Schule
Ich ziehe mich scharf an und benehme mich cool
Ich hab hier ne Cheerleaderin, die mir mit den Hausarbeiten helfen möchte.
Ich lass sie die ganze Arbeit machen, und vielleicht vergewaltige ich sie dann später

Oh Gott ich bin der amerikanische Traum
und ich glaube nicht, daß ich zu extrem bin!
Ich bin aber auch ein gutaussehender Hurensohn
Ich werde einen guten Job bekommen und wirklich reich werden
(Werd 'nen guten, guten Job bekommen...)

Doch die Frauenbewegung
verbreitete sich im Land
und Leute, ich war echt nicht darauf vorbereitet
als ich diese Lesbe namens Freddie fickte!

Sie hielt ne kleine Ansprache
oh ja, sie wollte es richtig spannend machen...
Sie hatte meine Eier in nen Schraubstock gespannt
aber den Schwanz ließ sie draußen.
Ich glaube, er ist immer noch nach ihr süchtig, aber nun spritzt er zu schnell ab!

Oh Gott, ich bin der amerikanische Traum
aber nun rieche ich nach Vaseline
Und ich bin ein mieser Hurensohn
Bin ich ein Typ oder ne Frau?
Ich bin mir nicht sicher
(Ich frag mich, frag mich...)

Also kaufte ich mir einen Freizeitanzug
ich vertuschte meine Veraenderung,
aber irgendwie "bin ich immer noch süß".
Bekam nen Job in der Radiowerbung
und keiner der DJs merkt, daß ich schwul bin

Letztendlich ging das mit mir und einem Freund
so in die Richtung S & M
Ich kann eine Stunde auf dem Höhepunkt bleiben
solange ich meinen kleinen "Golden Shower" bekomme ("Golden Shower" ist meines Wissens, eine Sexualpraktik, bei der man sich anpinkeln lässt. Ich würde diesen Teil daher übersetzen: ..., solange ich ein bisschen angepinkelt werde.)

Oh Gott, ich bin der amerikanische Traum
mit ner Spindel so weit im Arsch bis ich schreie
Und ich tue alles, um noch weiter zu kommen
Ich liege nachts wach und sage "Danke Fred!"

Oh Gott, oh Gott ich bin so fantastisch
dank Freddie bin ich ein sexueller Spast
und ich heiße Bobby Brown -
pass nur auf, wie ich runtergehe (und Dir einen blase)
Und ich heiße Bobby Brown -

When you climb into your bed tonight.
When you lock and bolt the door.
Just think of those out in the cold and dark.
Cause there's not enough love to go' round ...

Wild thing, I...think I love you
But I wanna know for sure
So come on, and hold me tight
I love you

I'm a Neanderthal man
You're a Neanderthal girl
Let's make Neanderthal love
In this Neandrethal world

Even on my favorite table
He can beat my best.
His disciples lead him in
And he just does the rest.
He's got crazy flipper fingers
Never seen him fall.
That deaf, dumb and blind kid
Sure plays a mean pinball!

Well, my pad is very messy and there's whiskers on my chin
And I'm all hung up on music and I always play to win
I ain't got no time for lovin' 'cause my time is all used up
Just sitting round creatin' all that groovy kind of stuff

Don't you know,
Honey, nobody ever gonna love you
The way I try to do.
Who'll be willing to take your pain
And all your heartache, too ?
Honey, I swear I'll always, I'll always be around
If you ever want me
Come on and cry, cry baby, cry baby yeah, cry baby, yeah,
Oh daddy, welcome back home, yeah.

Now some men like the fishin' and some men like the fowlin'
And some men like to hear a cannon ball a roarin'
Me I like sleepin' specially in my Molly's chamber
But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain, yeah

Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o

Any lovin' is good lovin'
So I took what I could get
Yes I took what I could get
And then, and then, and then she looked at me with them big brown eyes

And said, You ain't seen nothin' yet
Baby, you just ain't seen n-n-n-nothin' yet
Here's something, here's something
Here's a lover you're never gonna forget, baby
B-B-B-Baby, you just ain't seen n-n-n-nothin' yet
You ain't been around
You ain't seen nothin' yet, that's what she told me
She said, I need an education, go to school

Let me tell you how!
I took her home, to my place
Watching every move on her face
She said: “Look, what’s your pain baby?
Are you tryin’ put me in shape?”
I said: “Stop! Don’t cause a fest
Don’t you think that love could last?”
He said: “Love? Lower berth!
Now you’re tryin’ trick me in love!”

All right now, baby, it’s all right baby now!
All right now, baby, it’s all right baby now!

American woman Stay away from me American Woman Mama let me be
Don’t come Hanging around my door I don’t want to see your face No more
I got more important Things to do Then spend my time Growing old with you
American Woman Get away from me American woman

Midnight on the water
I saw the ocean's daughter
Walking on a wave's chicane
Staring as she called my name

And I can't get it out of my head
No, I can't get it out of my head
Now my old world is gone for dead
'Cause I can't get it out of my head

Bohemian Rhapsody

Queen

Fat bottomed girls

Queen

Here I go again

Whitesnake

The problem is all inside your head
She said to me
The answer is easy if you
Take it logically
I'd like to help you in your struggle
To be free
There must be fifty ways
To leave your lover

She said it's really not my habit
To intrude
Furthermore, I hope my meaning
Won't be lost or misconstrued
But I'll repeat myself
At the risk of being crude
There must be fifty ways
To leave your lover
Fifty ways to leave your lover

Lost in a river last saturday night
Far away on the other side.
He was caught in the middle of a desperate fight
And she couldn't find how to push through
The trees that whisper in the evening
Carried away by a moonlight shadow
Sing a song of sorrow and grieving
Carried away by a moonlight shadow

Do you remember when we used to dance
And incidents arose from circumstance
One thing led to another we were young
And we would scream together songs unsung

It was the heat of the moment
Telling me what my heart meant
The heat of the moment showed in your eyes

There were three men came out of the west, their fortunes for to try
And these three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn must die

Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ,
Who are you? What have you sacrificed?
Jesus Christ Superstar,
Do you think you're what they say you are?