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[info]reijamira wrote
on August 22nd, 2007 at 02:11 pm

Ohrwürmer #1

(der) Ohrwurm: [pl. (die) Ohrwürmer, Ohrwuermer], noun, German word for music that currently sticks to one's head


I thought it's time to present a few songs I'm really into at the moment!

The first one is by the great and wonderful Elvis "The Pelvis" Presley. I don't know why I love Elvis so much these days, perhaps it's because recently I was able to get my hands on his Greatest Jukebox Hits, which is really a great album. Anyway, the song I'm quite addicted to at the moment is 'Suspicious Mind'. I'm sure you all know this song, right?


SUSPICIOUS MIND
Elvis Presley


We're caught in a trap
I can't walk out
Because I love you too much baby

Why can't you see
What you're doing to me
When you don't believe a word I say?

We can't go on together
With suspicious minds
And we can't build our dreams
On suspicious minds

So, if an old friend I know
Drops by to say hello
Would I still see suspicion in your eyes?

Here we go again
Asking where I've been
You can't see these tears are real
I'm crying

We can't go on together
With suspicious minds
And be can't build our dreams
On suspicious minds

Oh let our love survive
Or dry the tears from your eyes
Let's don't let a good thing die

When honey, you know
I've never lied to you
Mmm yeah, yeah



The second song I'm in love with at the moment is by Johnny Cash. There are not many songs by him I don't like! He's a talented artist! The song I like most these days is 'God's Gonna Cut You Down', I really can't tell why I love this song so much seeing that it is entirely about God!

GOD'S GONNA CUT YOU DOWN
Johnny Cash


You can run on for a long time,
Run on for a long time,
Run on for a long time,
Sooner, or later, God'll cut you down.
Sooner, or later, God'll cut you down.

Go and tell that long tongue liar,
Go and tell that midnight rider,
Tell the rambiler, the gambler, the back biter,
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down.

Well my goodness gracious,
Let me tell you the news.
My heads been wet with the midnight dew.
I've been down on bended knee,
Talkin to the man from Galiee.
He spoke to me in a voice so sweet,
I thought I heard the shuffle of angels feet.
He called my name and my heart stood still,
When He said "John go do my will"

Go and tell that long tongue liar,
Go and tell that midnight rider,
Tell the rambler, the gambler, the back biter,
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down.

You can run on for a long time,
Run on for a long time,
Run on for a long time,
Sooner, or later, God'll cut you down.
Sooner, or later, God'll cut you down.

You can throw your rock, hide your hand,
Workin in the dark against your fellow man.
But as sure as God made black and white,
What's done in the dark,
Will be brought to the light.

You can run on for a long time,
Run on for a long time,
Run on for a long time,
Sooner, or later, God'll cut you down.
Sooner, or later, God'll cut you down.

Go and tell that long tongue liar,
Go and tell that midnight rider,
Tell the rambler, the gambler, the back biter,
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down.



And last but not least a song that was played in Supernatural during 2.14 "Born Under A Bad Sign" when possessed!Sam enters the bar and meets Jo! That song is by Tarbox Ramblers and called 'Ashes to Ashes' (30 seconds impression only, couldn't find anything else, sorry!) It's a wonderful, slow song that sounds dangerous because of Michael Tarbox' deep voice and the dark country blues tone. It fits Sam's demon side very well!

ASHES TO ASHES
Tarbox Ramblers


All through the port, past Chinatown's gate
The thieves and grifters were forced to wait
Each seeking passage on the riverboat south
Gold filled their purses, lies filled their mouths

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust; Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

You dreamed in the lamplight by the waterfront pier
Transit guaranteed by handlers far from here
Your papers in order, identity assumed
A raft to convey you moored beneath the moon

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust; Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

Smoking in her stateroom far below deck
Rosa Coldfield barely kept herself in check
She scrawled your face on a mirror so cold
She called your name in a voice so bold

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust; Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

Your dreams were unhindered, desires unbound
You lingered for an hour with the treasure you'd found
You steeled yourself for travel, unpacked your blade
Your mind always on all the money you'd made

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust; Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

Miss Coldfield spoke freely with no sense of tact
And foolish disregard for the force at her back
The docks of New Orleans teemed with traffic that day
But no-one seemed to notice as they carried her away

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust; Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

Caracas blazed before you with the rising sun
Her strangers would forgive you everything you'd done
In the street you threw a coin into a beggar's cup
You looked down, he looked up

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust; Ashes to ashes, dust to dust


Impressions, opinions, anything else?

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