ich finde, wir sollten noch ein wenig musik hören, bevor es ganz still wird:
Cemetary Blues
(Lanay, Williams)
Transcribed from vocals by Bessie Smith, recorded September 26, 1923.
From Bessie Smith: 1923; The Chronological Classics 761.
Folks, I know a gal named Cemetary Lize,
Down in Tennessee;
She has got a pair of mean old graveyard eyes,
Full of misery!
Every night and day,
You can hear her sing her blues away:
I'm going down to the cemetary,
'Cause the world is all wrong!
I'm going down to the cemetary,
'Cause the world is all wrong!
Down there with the spooks to hear 'em sing my sorrow song.
Got a date to see a ghost
By the name of Jones,
Got a date to see a ghost,
By the name of Jones,
Makes me feel happy to hear him rattle his bones!
He's one man
I always know just where to find!
He's one man,
I always know just where to find!
When you want true lovin', go and get the cemetary kind!
He ain't no fine dresser,
He don't wear nothin' but a sack;
Yeah, he ain't no fine dresser,
He don't wear nothin' but a sack;
Everytime he kisses me, that funny feeling creeps up my back!
Also doch. Die lichten Punkte. Schimmer inmitten gekreuztem Schwarz. U roter Kühle. Oder doch nicht. Schluß. Endlich. Bleibts gleich. Solange was abfällt
Erik Schwarz 28/09/2006 1:04
Mach keinen Scheiss ey!Frau Ali 27/09/2006 15:25
Such a pretty house
and such a pretty garden.....
Otto Hablizel 26/09/2006 18:33
starke Farben und Symbolismus pur. Sehe ich da noch einen Gessler-Hut auf dem Kreuz?Bill Dermacher 26/09/2006 17:53
danke für die kondolenzen.ich finde, wir sollten noch ein wenig musik hören, bevor es ganz still wird:
Cemetary Blues
(Lanay, Williams)
Transcribed from vocals by Bessie Smith, recorded September 26, 1923.
From Bessie Smith: 1923; The Chronological Classics 761.
Folks, I know a gal named Cemetary Lize,
Down in Tennessee;
She has got a pair of mean old graveyard eyes,
Full of misery!
Every night and day,
You can hear her sing her blues away:
I'm going down to the cemetary,
'Cause the world is all wrong!
I'm going down to the cemetary,
'Cause the world is all wrong!
Down there with the spooks to hear 'em sing my sorrow song.
Got a date to see a ghost
By the name of Jones,
Got a date to see a ghost,
By the name of Jones,
Makes me feel happy to hear him rattle his bones!
He's one man
I always know just where to find!
He's one man,
I always know just where to find!
When you want true lovin', go and get the cemetary kind!
He ain't no fine dresser,
He don't wear nothin' but a sack;
Yeah, he ain't no fine dresser,
He don't wear nothin' but a sack;
Everytime he kisses me, that funny feeling creeps up my back!
La Wendu 26/09/2006 15:43
mögen sie in frieden ruhen. und die seele wieder mit den lichtern tanzen...schönes bild
Monika Brand 26/09/2006 14:30
genau, fav!!R A S C H 26/09/2006 14:27
Also doch. Die lichten Punkte. Schimmer inmitten gekreuztem Schwarz. U roter Kühle. Oder doch nicht. Schluß. Endlich. Bleibts gleich. Solange was abfälltPolaroidstern... Ollie 26/09/2006 14:25
und diese lichtflecken oder was immer das auch ist ... passen wunderbar dazu. FAV !Mañuela Grabo 26/09/2006 13:40
wowSandra Ludewig 26/09/2006 13:38
*Bettina S. 26/09/2006 13:14
stark !lg bettina
strange-pictures 26/09/2006 13:10
+++Paul P. Pulp 26/09/2006 13:09
das ist toll, gerade auch in verbindung mit deinem untertitel, der ungemein leitetBill Dermacher 26/09/2006 13:09
schlussbild.