Deep down in Texas there's a pub without a name It belongs to Harold's mother, Judy Mary Jane All those who've seen it, oh I'm sure they won't forget People spilling alcohol until the floor is wet And they sing: Hey, hey, mama, fill my tankard one more time Hey, hey, mama Judy Mary Jane Oh, hey, hey, mama, swing your body next to mine Hey, hey, mama Judy Mary Jane At night the house is packed, people laugh and sing Everybody's getting drunk with whisky scotch and gin Mike strums the banjo and Harold sings along Old Dave plays the fiddle and so they sing their song And it goes: Hey, hey, mama, fill my tankard one more time Hey, hey, mama Judy Mary Jane Oh, hey, hey, mama, swing your body next to mine Hey, hey, mama Judy Mary Jane Oh, hey, hey, mama, swing your body next to mine Hey, hey, mama Judy Mary Jane And when the morning comes, everybody's gone And they won't be back until the setting of the sun Then Mary takes a nap and rests her weary head Thinking of the glorious and joyful times she had And I sing: Hey, hey, mama, fill my tankard one more time Hey, hey, mama Judy Mary Jane Oh, hey, hey, mama, swing your body next to mine Hey, hey, mama Judy Mary Jane

I wish Natalie Portman was my neighbour We could talk about the weather We could drive to work together I could feed her dog and maybe Take it for a walk I wish Natalie Portman was my neighbour We could have lunch together I wish Natalie Portman was my neighbour I'd live there forever I could watch her every morning When I wake tired and yawning She could take the garbage out And she could mow the lawn I wish Natalie Portman was my neighbour We could have lunch together I wish Natalie Portman was my neighbour I'd live there forever I wish Natalie Portman was my neighbour We could have lunch together I wish Natalie Portman was my neighbour I'd live there forever I wish Natalie Portman was my neighbour I would always be with her I wish Natalie Portman was my neighbour I'd live there forever I wish Natalie Portman was my neighbour We could have lunch together I wish Natalie Portman was my neighbour

I'm really happy I have you in my life I'm really glad you're there You're really someone who makes me come alive You really show you care I'm really happy you spend your time with me It always makes my day But there is something that's making my heart bleed One thing that's not okay When we go to the cinema it's always you and me - and your boy-friend When we go to the opera it's always you and me - and your boy-friend I want to be the one you need It's driving me insane I'm smart and nice, but I'm not him So all my love is in vain I'm really happy you've found a loving man But how come it's not me? It really kills me, oh can't you understand That you're the one for me? When we go to the cinema it's always you and me - and your boy-friend When we go to the opera it's always you and me - and your boy-friend When we go to the theatre it's always you and me and your boy-friend When we go to the countryside it's always you and me and your boy-friend When we go to the local mall it's always you and me and your boy-friend When we go to the concert hall it's always you and me and your boy-friend When we dive in the swimming pool it's always you and me and your boy-friend When we go to the Brandos show it's always you and me and your boy-friend

I saw her on the graveyard Dressed in black There between the tombstones She was talking to the dead Kurt Cobain, George Harrison Mozart and Jim Morrison Famous people make her day As long as they have passed away She's a graveyard girl She's a graveyard girl She's a graveyard girl, yes she is Yes she is I saw her at the grave of Freddie Mercury I saw her at the grave of J.R.R. Tolkien J.F.K., George Harrison Beethoven, Jim Morrison Famous people make her day As long as they have passed away She's a graveyard girl She's a graveyard girl She's a graveyard girl, yes she is She's a graveyard girl She's a graveyard girl She's a graveyard girl, yes she is And then one day she realized that she's been to every graveyard on earth. Still, she couldn't get enough. So she bought a gun and went... Johnny Cash, George Harrison John Lennon and Jim Morrison Famous people make her day As soon as they have passed away She's a graveyard girl She's a graveyard girl She's a graveyard girl, yes she is She's a graveyard girl She's a graveyard girl She's a graveyard girl, yes she is

Now I'm here alone cos you're not at my side You know it's easier to hide Away than look it in the eye In my heart I start to cry Now I'm here and I'm sitting on the toilet Now I'm here and I'm lonely to the bone Now I'm here and I'm singing on the toilet Now I'm here all alone It's so hard to tell the truth cos I don't know What's on you mind? What if I show You what I feel inside my heart? Will you be mine or torn apart? Now I'm here and I'm sitting on the toilet Now I'm here and I'm lonely to the bone Now I'm here and I'm singing on the toilet Now I'm here all alone Show me what you feel Still I'm here and I'm sitting on the toilet Now I'm here and I'm lonely to the bone Still I'm here and I'm singing on the toilet Still I'm here all alone all on my own

She's in love with Michael Owen Cos he's so cute and he's so great She's in love with Michael Owen Waiting for him at the stadium's gate She's his fan, owns a thousand pictures He's in her dreams at night Watching him play makes her heart go boom Yeah, he makes her feel all right Yeah, he makes her feel all right, cos she's in love She's in love with Michael Owen Cos he's so cute and he's so great She's in love with Michael Owen Waiting for him at the stadium's gate She attends every match and afterwards She's waiting at the stadium's gate Hoping that someday she will meet him there To tell him, You're so great! To tell him, You're so great! Cos she's in love She's in love with Michael Owen Cos he's so cute and he's so great She's in love with Michael Owen Stalking him at the stadium's gate Then one day, as if in a dream She really met him there He said, Hi, I'm Michael! How are you? It made her grasp for air It made her grasp for air, cos she's in love She's in love with Michael Owen Cos he's so cute and he's so great She's in love with Michael Owen Meeting him at the stadium's gate She was so excited, her heart stood still She was happy as can be But without her heart-beat she couldn't live So she died there instantly She died there instantly, cos she's in love She's in love with Michael Owen Cos he's so cute and he's so great She's in love with Michael Owen Waiting for him at the heaven's gate

Noah built a mighty ark - therefore God exists The day is bright, the night is dark - therefore God exists Politicians never lie - therefore God exists Life is just and pigs can fly - therefore God exists Jesus made the blind man see - therefore God exists They play my song on the MTV - therefore God exists There is a chip inside my brain - therefore God exists One day I'll meet Shania Twain - therefore God exists If God was one of us I would call him Stephen If God was one of us I would look her in the eye The Bible says the earth is flat - therefore God exists It takes one step to cross a gap - therefore God exists A madman shot John Lennon dead - therefore God exists I just want Beck in your head - therefore God exists If God was one of us I would call him Stephen If God was one of us I would look her in the eye 3.14159 - therefore God exists A quota sample will do fine - therefore God exists My favourite drinks are cherry smoothies - therefore God exists Michael Bay makes brilliant movies - therefore God exists Piper Perabo cut her hair - therefore God exists May I sit into your chair?

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Sie denkt an die Sonne. Sie träumt von der Welt. Sie kämmt ihre Haare, wie ihr es gefällt. Sie lacht mit den Kindern. Sie füttert den Hund. Sie geht gerne joggen und bleibt so gesund. Sie mag die Bretagne. Sie spielt gerne Skat. Sie pflanzt viele Blumen und fährt häufig Rad. Sie kocht Marmelade. Sie schreibt ein Gedicht. Sie sieht in den Wolken ein weißes Gesicht. Ihn kümmert das alles nicht, Denn jetzt gerade denkt er sich: ANOVA mit gerichteten Kontrasten. Voll Euphorie haut er die Syntax in die Tasten. ANOVA und dazu dann noch ein Schaubild. Die Glückshormone tanzen wild in seinem Kopf. Sie liegt auf der Wiese. Sie badet im Meer. Sie ist nicht mehr 18, doch nimmt's nicht so schwer. Sie liebt Schokolade. Sie ist stets auf Zack. Sie bäckt einen Kuchen mit Kokosgeschmack. Ihn kümmert das alles nicht, Denn jetzt gerade denkt er sich: ANOVA mit gerichteten Kontrasten. Voll Euphorie haut er die Syntax in die Tasten. ANOVA und dazu dann noch ein Schaubild. Ein Nudelholz trifft ihn von hinten auf den Kopf. Benommen schaut er in das Licht. Er traut seinen Augen nicht. ANOVA mit gerichteten Kontrasten. Mit voller Wucht fällt sein Schädel auf die Tasten. ANOVA mit unendlich vielen Sternchen. Die Engel singen im Chor in seinem Kopf. ANOVA mit gerichteten Kontrasten. Mit voller Wucht fällt sein Schädel auf die Tasten. ANOVA mit unendlich vielen Sternchen. Der Rhythmus schlägt von innen gegen seinen Kopf.

In ihrer Hand ein Buch; in ihrem Kopf ein Traum; In ihrem Haar ein Tuch - tja, leider kenn' ich sie kaum. In ihrem Schuh ein Fuß; in ihrer Tasche die Zeit - Und dann zum Abschied ein Gruß, bis nächste Woche. Das, was sie sagt, klingt gut. Das, was sie meint, macht Sinn. Das, was sie denkt, ist klug aufgrund der Weisheit darin. Das, was sie liest, ist dick. Das, was sie schreibt, ist toll Und wenn sie zu mir blickt, dann bin ich glücklich. Sie ist für Ökostrom. Sie ist recht häufig still. Sie ist die Hauptperson, für die ich schwärmen will. Sie ist meist gut gelaunt. Sie ist mysteriös. Ja, ich bin häufig erstaunt von ihrem Handeln. In meinem Blick ihr Arm; in meinem Kopf ein Traum; In meinem Herz ihr Charme - doch leider kenn' ich sie kaum. In meinem Schuh ein Fuß; in meiner Tasche ein Lied - Und dann zum Abschied ein Gruß, bis nächste Woche. Sie passt viel besser als ich in diese komische Welt. Sie wird auch ohne mich ganz bestimmt mal ein Held. Und trotzdem wüsste ich gerne, ob es nicht möglich wäre, Dass wir beide zusammen glücklich werden.

If I could paint my feelings I'd talk about brushes all the time If I could spell my joy I'd use but vowels If I could wear my passion a hat would suit me fine If I could weave my heart I'd just make towels If I could eat my sorrow I'd chew lemons all the time If I could name my fear I'd call it Fullers If I could drink my longing I'd serve myself the sweetest wine If I could print my pain I'd need no colours If I could paint my feelings If I could ride my soul If I could wear my longing I'd be all right If I could draw my wisdom I'd sketch circles all the time If I could strum my hope I'd play an F-chord If I could dye my spirit then blue'd be on my mind If I could fly my love you'd be the airport

Out in the jungle surrounded by thieves Walking the edge on a carpet of leaves You never wanted to be part of their game But even that is now a part of your fame Sending a signal of hope and distress Trying in vain to find a way to confess You never wanted to get lost in the maze Of money and passion, of fortune and grace You never wanted to discover the truth The fading grey of beauty and youth You never wanted to consider the price You have to pay for believing their lies

Spirit She - monastic consedation Spirit She - another rainy night Spirit She - redemption in sensation Spirit She - ten thousand tears I've cried Spirit She - in every single hour Spirit She - no matter where I go Spirit She - a fragrant yellow flower You will be a flicker in the glow She's a wonder of shyness yearning for conation Waiting for someone in the dead of the night She's a number, a feeling yearning for insation Knowing that no one ever tried Spirit She - the empty desert highway Spirit She - the Scarlet Pimpernel Spirit She - the caladon on Friday It will be the only revenel Can you tell me what you see What you hear and what you feel? Can you show me something real? Will you save my Spirit She? She's a wonder of shyness yearning for conation Waiting for someone in the dead of the night She's a number, a feeling yearning for insation Knowing that no one ever tried Spirit She - November days of darkness Spirit She - November days of rain Spirit She - no matter where your heart is I can feel the laughter and the pain Can you tell me what you see What you hear and what you feel? Can you show me something real? Will your spirit set me free? Spirit she - my precious isolation Spirit she - my one and only friend Spirit she - in every contemplation I will be the loser in the end She's a wonder of shyness yearning for conation Waiting for someone in the dead of the night She's a number, a feeling yearning for insation Knowing that no one ever tried Spirit She My Spirit She Spirit She My Spirit She

Stay by my side All through the night You'll be all right Watch the candle's flame Stay for a while Give me your smile Then I'll be all right Though I wish you felt the same