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am 25. März 2012 - Erloschene Feuer - Industrie&Glück
Ein interessanter Vortrag zu einem interessanten Buch - trotz dem scheinbar "trockenen" Inhalt der Industriegeschichte von Rehau, Selb und Hof locker und leicht zu lesen und mit vielen alten und seltenen Fotografien versehen.
Einen weiten Bereich hat Schulfreund Gerald den persönlichen Erinnerungen vorbehalten - und hier ist mein einziger Kritikpunkt: Nicht allen, speziell nicht jungen Leuten, sind die Songs der hier angesprochenen Lieder bekannt - deshalb unten die vollständigen Texte und die Links zum Anhören. Vor allem mit Ewan McColl dürften einige Nicht-Irland-Fans Probleme haben.
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http://www.buecher.de/shop/buecher/erloschene-feuer-industrie--glueck/sammet-gerald/products_products/detail/prod_id/34537958/
| Penny Lane |
Dirty Old Town |
In Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs
Of every head he's had the pleasure to know
And all the people that come and go
Stop and say hello
On the corner is a banker with a motorcar
The little children laugh at him behind his back
And the banker never wears a mac in the pouring rain
Very strange
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
Wet beneath the blue suburban skies
I sit and meanwhile back in
Penny Lane there is a fireman with an hourglass
And in his pocket is a portrait of the Queen
He likes to keep his fire engine clean
It's a clean machine
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
A four of fish and finger pies
In summer meanwhile back
Behind the shelter in the middle of a roundabout
A pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray
And though she feels as if she's in a play
She is anyway
Penny Lane, the barber shaves another customer
We see the banker sitting waiting for a trim
And the fireman rushes in from the pouring rain
Very strange
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
There beneath the blue suburban skies
I sit and meanwhile back
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
There beneath the blue suburban skies
Penny Lane
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I met my love by the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
I kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town, dirty old town
I heard a siren from the docks
Saw a train set the night on fire
I smelled the breeze on the smoky wind
Dirty old town, dirty old town
Clouds are drifting across the streets
Cats are prowling on their beat
Spring's a girl on the streets at night
Dirty old town, dirty old town
I'm going to make me a big sharp axe - axe!
Shining steel tempered in the fire
I'll cut you down like an old dead tree
Dirty old town, dirty old town
I met my love by the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
I kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town, dirty old town
Dirty old town, dirty old town (16x) |
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