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Ich werde geboren:
Ganz abgesehen von „Black is black“ der Los Bravos mit Berliner Sänger
stellen die Herman’s Hermits
NO MILK TODAY
(Graham Gouldman)
No milk today, my love has gone away
The bottle stands forlorn, a symbol of the dawn
No milk today, it seems a common sight
But people passing by don’t know the reason whyHow could they know just what this message means
The end of my hopes, the end of all my dreams
How could they know the palace there had been
Behind the door where my love reigned as queenNo milk today, it wasn’t always so
The company was gay, we’d turn night into dayBut all that’s left is a place dark and lonely
A terraced house in a mean street back of town
Becomes a shrine when I think of you only
Just two up two downNo milk today, it wasn’t always so
The company was gay, we’d turn night into day
As music played the faster did we dance
We felt it both at once, the start of our romanceHow could they know just what this message means
The end of my hopes, the end of all my dreams
How could they know a palace there had been
Behind the door where my love reigned as queenNo milk today, my love has gone away
The bottle stands forlorn, a symbol of the dawnBut all that’s left is a place dark and lonely
A terraced house in a mean street back of town
Becomes a shrine when I think of you only
Just two up two downNo milk today, my love has gone away
The bottle stands forlorn, a symbol of the dawn
No milk today, it seems a common sight
But people passing by don’t know the reason whyHow could they know just what this message means
The end of my hopes, the end of all my dreams
How could they know a palace there had been
Behind the door where my love reigned as queenNo milk today, it wasn’t always so
The company was gay, we’d turn night into dayBut all that’s left is a place dark and lonely
A terraced house in a mean street back of town
Oh all that’s left is a place dark and lonely
A terraced house in a mean street back of town
Oh all that’s left is a place dark and lonely
A terraced house in a mean street back of town
vor.
Ich hatte nie eine Chance.
Boah ist das alt. Da war ja selbst ich noch ein Kind. „forlorn“ hab ich immer verstanden und mitgeträllert, aber nie begriffen. Bedeutet das verloren? Und wo kommt es her? Wo will es hin? Wieso und weshalb hattest du keine Chance?…
Verlassen, ja ein Zeichen der Dämmerung.
Zu dieser Zeit hatte wohl niemand eine Chance, weder meine Eltern noch sonst wer, heute trage ich die vermeintlichen Konsequenzen…ist ein Fluch in der dritten Generation: Dummheit. Und Gott ich bin plötzlich froh intelligent zu sein 😉
Ach was? (fragten Loriots Figuren immer auf unnachahmliche Art)
„Ein Klavier, ein Klavier“ – herrlich!