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4th YEAR ESO SYLLABUS
Disguised as a comment to this entry you can find an extract of present year's syllabus. I've cut here and there to avoid repetition but, yes, it is really bo-o-oring. But I think some parts are worth your attention, specially the ones about ""Objetivos" y "Criterios de evaluación".
BEST PART OF BREAKING UP by The Ronettes
(written by: Phil Spector / Vince Poncia / Pete Andreoli)
Baby, when we break up from a quarrel or a ________
I can't wait to have you _______ and hold you, oh, so tight
Tell me why, I want to know-oh-oh
Tell me why is it so-oh-oh
That the best part of breaking up is when you're making up
Best part of breaking up is when you're making up
But, after breaking up, be sure you're making up with me
Every time you ________, I get those teardrops in my eyes
But they seem to go _______ when you apologize
Tell me why, I want to know-oh-oh
Tell me why is it so-oh-oh
That the best part of breaking up is when you're making up
Best part of breaking up is when you're making up
But, after breaking up, be sure you're making up with me
C'mon, baby, c'mon baby
Don't say "_________"
Well, it makes no difference who was wrong
Just as _______ as I'll be with you
Baby, I'll be __________ till you're back where you should be
_______, baby, I belong to you and you belong to me
Tell me why, I want to know-oh-oh
Tell me why is it so-oh-oh
That the best part of breaking up is when you're making up
Best part of breaking up is when you're making up
But, after breaking up, be sure you're making up with me
The best part of breaking up is when you ________ that
you're making up with me!!!
Baby, when we break up from a quarrel or a ________
I can't wait to have you _______ and hold you, oh, so tight
Tell me why, I want to know-oh-oh
Tell me why is it so-oh-oh
That the best part of breaking up is when you're making up
Best part of breaking up is when you're making up
But, after breaking up, be sure you're making up with me
Every time you ________, I get those teardrops in my eyes
But they seem to go _______ when you apologize
Tell me why, I want to know-oh-oh
Tell me why is it so-oh-oh
That the best part of breaking up is when you're making up
Best part of breaking up is when you're making up
But, after breaking up, be sure you're making up with me
C'mon, baby, c'mon baby
Don't say "_________"
Well, it makes no difference who was wrong
Just as _______ as I'll be with you
Baby, I'll be __________ till you're back where you should be
_______, baby, I belong to you and you belong to me
Tell me why, I want to know-oh-oh
Tell me why is it so-oh-oh
That the best part of breaking up is when you're making up
Best part of breaking up is when you're making up
But, after breaking up, be sure you're making up with me
The best part of breaking up is when you ________ that
you're making up with me!!!
3rd YEAR ESO SYLLABUS
Disguised as a comment to this entry you can find an extract of present year's syllabus. I've cut here and there to avoid repetition but, yes, it is really bo-o-oring. But I think some parts are worth your attention, specially the ones about ""Objetivos" y "Criterios de evaluación".
White Christmas
...as recorded by Clyde McPhatter & The Drifters in 1954!
Ooh-Doop doop, doop doo doop
Ooh-Doop doop, doop doo doop
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas,
Just like the ones I used to know,
Where those treetops glisten, and children listen,
To hear sleigh bells in the snow, the snow.
Then, I-I-I am dreaming of a white Christmas,
With every Christmas card I write,
May your days, may your days, may your days be merry and bright,
And may all your Christmases be white.
I-I-I am dreaming of a white Christmas,
Just like the ones I used to know,
Where the treetops glisten, and children listen,
To hear sleigh bells in the snow.
I-I-I am dreaming of a white Christmas,
With every Christmas card I write,
May your days, may your days, may your days be merry and bright,
And may all your Christmases be white.
Jingle bells, jingle bells all the way-- ooooh.
Ooh-Doop doop, doop doo doop
Ooh-Doop doop, doop doo doop
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas,
Just like the ones I used to know,
Where those treetops glisten, and children listen,
To hear sleigh bells in the snow, the snow.
Then, I-I-I am dreaming of a white Christmas,
With every Christmas card I write,
May your days, may your days, may your days be merry and bright,
And may all your Christmases be white.
I-I-I am dreaming of a white Christmas,
Just like the ones I used to know,
Where the treetops glisten, and children listen,
To hear sleigh bells in the snow.
I-I-I am dreaming of a white Christmas,
With every Christmas card I write,
May your days, may your days, may your days be merry and bright,
And may all your Christmases be white.
Jingle bells, jingle bells all the way-- ooooh.
MAMA SAYS by the BEACH BOYS
Here's this bit of psychedelic barbershop doo-wop, as Jimi Hendrix accurately put down one day.
Eat a lot sleep a lot brush 'em like crazy
Run a lot do a lot never be lazy
(Good boy)
Eat a lot sleep a lot brush 'em like crazy
Run a lot do a lot never be lazy
Eat a lot sleep a lot brush 'em like crazy
Run a lot do a lot never be lazy
Never be lazy be lazy
Eat a lot sleep a lot brush 'em like crazy
Run a lot do a lot never be lazy... boy
Poof!
Eat a lot sleep a lot brush 'em like crazy
Run a lot do a lot never be lazy
(Good boy)
Eat a lot sleep a lot brush 'em like crazy
Run a lot do a lot never be lazy
Eat a lot sleep a lot brush 'em like crazy
Run a lot do a lot never be lazy
Never be lazy be lazy
Eat a lot sleep a lot brush 'em like crazy
Run a lot do a lot never be lazy... boy
Poof!
Oh, Christmas Tree
Same as 'O Tannenbaum' with English lyrics. Another tune than everybody enjoys more than me...
O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree,
Your branches green delight us.
O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree,
Your branches green delight us.
They're green when summer days are bright;
They're green when winter snow is white.
O, Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree,
Your branches green delight us!
O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree,
You give us so much pleasure!
O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree,
You give us so much pleasure!
How oft at Christmas tide the sight,
O green fir tree, gives us delight!
O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree,
You give us so much pleasure!
O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree,
Your branches green delight us.
O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree,
Your branches green delight us.
They're green when summer days are bright;
They're green when winter snow is white.
O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree,
Your branches green delight us!
Oh Christmas tree, Oh Christmas tree
Forever true your color
Oh Christmas tree, Oh Christmas tree
Forever true your color
Your boughs so green in summertime
Stay bravely green in wintertime
Oh Christmas tree, Oh Christmas tree
Forever true your color
Oh Christmas tree, Oh Christmas tree
You fill my heart with music
Oh Christmas tree, Oh Christmas tree
You fill my heart with music
Reminding me on Christmas day
To think of you and then be gay
Oh Christmas tree, Oh Christmas tree
You fill my heart with music
O Tannenbaum!
Dieses Lied ist ein ,,Must". Ich hasse Weihnachtslieder... aber es macht allen viel Spass!
O Tannenbaum, o Tannenbaum,
Wie treu sind deine Blätter.
Du grünst nicht nur zur Sommerzeit,
Nein, auch im Winter, wenn es schneit.
O Tannenbaum, o Tannenbaum,
Wie treu sind deine Blätter.
O Tannenbaum, o Tannenbaum,
du kannst mir sehr gefallen.
Wie oft hat nicht zur Weihnachtszeit
Ein Baum von dir mich hoch erfreut.
O Tannenbaum, o Tannenbaum,
du kannst mir sehr gefallen.
O Tannenbaum, o Tannenbaum,
dein Kleid will mich was lehren:
die Hoffnung und Beständigkeit
gibt Trost und Kraft zu aller Zeit.
O Tannenbaum, o Tannenbaum,
dein Kleid will mich was lehren.
O Tannenbaum, o Tannenbaum,
dein Kleid will mich was lehren:
die Hoffnung und Beständigkeit
gibt Trost und Kraft zu aller Zeit.
O Tannenbaum, o Tannenbaum,
dein Kleid will mich was lehren.
Dem Dry Bones
There are countless versions of this song. It's supposed to be gospel, but I wouldn't be surprised to find out someday that it's two or three thousand years old!
Ezekiel connected dem dry bones
Ezekiel connected dem dry bones
Ezekiel connected dem dry bones
Don't you hear the word of the Lord?
Your toe bone connected to your foot bone,
Your foot bone connected to your ankle bone,
Your ankle bone connected to your leg bone,
Your leg bone connected to your knee bone,
Your knee bone connected to your thigh bone,
Your thigh bone connected to your hip bone,
Your hip bone connected to your back bone,
Your back bone connected to your shoulder bone,
Your shoulder bone connected to your neck bone,
Your neck bone connected to your head bone,
Don't you hear the word of the Lord?
Disconnect dem bones, dem dry bones
Disconnect dem bones, dem dry bones
Disconnect dem bones, dem dry bones
Don't you hear the word of the Lord?
Your head bone connected to your neck bone,
Your neck bone connected to your shoulder bone,
Your shoulder bone connected to your back bone,
Your back bone connected to your hip bone,
Your hip bone connected to your thigh bone,
Your thigh bone connected to your knee bone,
Your knee bone connected to your leg bone,
Your leg bone connected to your ankle bone,
Your ankle bone connected to your foot bone,
Your foot bone connected to your toe bone.
Don't you hear the word of the Lord?
By the bye: I first heard this song in the last episode of the classic 6Os series 'The Prisoner'.
Ezekiel connected dem dry bones
Ezekiel connected dem dry bones
Ezekiel connected dem dry bones
Don't you hear the word of the Lord?
Your toe bone connected to your foot bone,
Your foot bone connected to your ankle bone,
Your ankle bone connected to your leg bone,
Your leg bone connected to your knee bone,
Your knee bone connected to your thigh bone,
Your thigh bone connected to your hip bone,
Your hip bone connected to your back bone,
Your back bone connected to your shoulder bone,
Your shoulder bone connected to your neck bone,
Your neck bone connected to your head bone,
Don't you hear the word of the Lord?
Disconnect dem bones, dem dry bones
Disconnect dem bones, dem dry bones
Disconnect dem bones, dem dry bones
Don't you hear the word of the Lord?
Your head bone connected to your neck bone,
Your neck bone connected to your shoulder bone,
Your shoulder bone connected to your back bone,
Your back bone connected to your hip bone,
Your hip bone connected to your thigh bone,
Your thigh bone connected to your knee bone,
Your knee bone connected to your leg bone,
Your leg bone connected to your ankle bone,
Your ankle bone connected to your foot bone,
Your foot bone connected to your toe bone.
Don't you hear the word of the Lord?
By the bye: I first heard this song in the last episode of the classic 6Os series 'The Prisoner'.
A defective fairy tale!
Once upon a chair, in a small house in the forest, there lived an ice old woman with his two daughters. The first dollar was pretty but stupid, the second one was ugly put clever, and the third wan wash pretty but clever. The old lady was very poor. She just got tree fast-food restaurants and a branch of department stores. Her daughters heated her. They didn’t like living in the woods, in a snail house. They wanted to sail the restaurants and the department stores. Both brothers could think of nothing but honey. They became gritty and talked about honey all the time. Day made plans, day said, “When our mother dies, we will be rich”... but each one throught, “No, I will be rich. You won’t even get a smell of the money”. The beautiful stupid daughter caught a piano and shouted opera arias all day long. The ugly clever daughter fried delicious cakes twenty-five hours a day. But the youngest pretty clever daughter stayed in his room writing poems all by her shelf.
Once mourning a prince came riding by. He was lost and wanted to know the way out of the forest. He was thirsty-two. He knocked off the kitchen door and asked for some wafer. But the ugly, clever, disgusting sister ignored him. Then he herd some body screaming, so he took his sword and ran upstarts. He kicked down the door to the room of the pitiful stupid daughter, who was singing his areas as loud as usual. Surprised by her beauty, the prince fell in love of her and sat on the broken door for two days until he finally realized that she was as ugly in the inside as beautiful in the upside. He went out. The pretty clever daughter had looked after is horse. She also gave him a water glass. The prince was deeply moved by her gentleness and thanked her warmly, and then he jumped on his horse and wrote away. He never came back. The youngest pretty lever daughter returned to her room and threw all her poems into the fire. She closed the door and stayed put for three months. Yes, that is when the mice old human died.
They read her Last Will and Testament: What a sunrise! Mum’s businesses and bread were for the youngest pretty, cleaver dollar. Her sisters, who had been god and nice to their mother till the very end, deaf not understand it and asked the youngest pretty clever brother what had happened. And the youngest pretty clever sister answered that there mother had observed that they were perfectly happy cooking and sing-sing, so they didn’t need no money. The oldest sisters found this unfair and thus started a terrible fright that shook our peaceful forest for three yearns.
Once mourning a prince came riding by. He was lost and wanted to know the way out of the forest. He was thirsty-two. He knocked off the kitchen door and asked for some wafer. But the ugly, clever, disgusting sister ignored him. Then he herd some body screaming, so he took his sword and ran upstarts. He kicked down the door to the room of the pitiful stupid daughter, who was singing his areas as loud as usual. Surprised by her beauty, the prince fell in love of her and sat on the broken door for two days until he finally realized that she was as ugly in the inside as beautiful in the upside. He went out. The pretty clever daughter had looked after is horse. She also gave him a water glass. The prince was deeply moved by her gentleness and thanked her warmly, and then he jumped on his horse and wrote away. He never came back. The youngest pretty lever daughter returned to her room and threw all her poems into the fire. She closed the door and stayed put for three months. Yes, that is when the mice old human died.
They read her Last Will and Testament: What a sunrise! Mum’s businesses and bread were for the youngest pretty, cleaver dollar. Her sisters, who had been god and nice to their mother till the very end, deaf not understand it and asked the youngest pretty clever brother what had happened. And the youngest pretty clever sister answered that there mother had observed that they were perfectly happy cooking and sing-sing, so they didn’t need no money. The oldest sisters found this unfair and thus started a terrible fright that shook our peaceful forest for three yearns.
SIXTEEN LIMERICKS
There was an old man from Dunoon,
Who always ate soup with a fork.
For he said, ‘As I eat
Neither fish, fowl nor meat
I should finish my dinner too quick.’
As a beauty, I am not a star;
There are others more handsome, by far;
But my face, I don’t mind it,
For I am behind it:
It’s the people in front get the jar.
There was a maid with such graces,
That her curves cried aloud for embraces.
‘You look,’ said McGhee,
‘Like a million to me:
Invested in all the right places!’
There was an old widower Doyle,
Who wrapped his wife up in tin foil;
He thought it would please her
To stay in the freezer,
And anyway outside she’d spoil.
A fly and a flea in a flue
Were imprisoned, so what could they do?
Said the fly, ‘Let us flee!’
‘Let us fly!’ said the flea.
So they flew through a flaw in the flue.
There was a young fellow from Tyne
Put his head on the South-Eastern Line;
But he died of ennui,
For the 5:33
Didn’t come till a quarter past nine.
There was a young man from Tacoma
Whose breath had a whisky aroma;
So to alter the smell
He swallowed Chanel,
And went off in a heavenly coma.
An eccentric old person of Slough,
Who took all his meals with a cow,
Always said, ‘It’s uncanny,
She’s so like Aunt Fanny,’
But he never indicated how.
A cute little babe form St. Paul
Wore a newspaper dress to a ball,
But the dress caught on fire
And burned her entire
Front page, sporting section and all.
There was a young fellow of Ealing,
Endowed with such delicate feeling,
When he read, on the door,
‘Don’t spit on the floor,’
He jumped up and spat on the ceiling.
There was a young man from Devises
Whose ears were of different sizes;
One was so small
It was nothing at all,
The other took numerous prizes.
There was an old lady of Harrow,
Her views were exceedingly narrow.
She built two baths
At the end of her paths
For the different sexes of sparrows.
There was an old man of Peru
Who dreamt he was eating his shoe.
He awoke in the night
With a terrible fright
And found it was perfectly true.
Who always ate soup with a fork.
For he said, ‘As I eat
Neither fish, fowl nor meat
I should finish my dinner too quick.’
As a beauty, I am not a star;
There are others more handsome, by far;
But my face, I don’t mind it,
For I am behind it:
It’s the people in front get the jar.
There was a maid with such graces,
That her curves cried aloud for embraces.
‘You look,’ said McGhee,
‘Like a million to me:
Invested in all the right places!’
There was an old widower Doyle,
Who wrapped his wife up in tin foil;
He thought it would please her
To stay in the freezer,
And anyway outside she’d spoil.
A fly and a flea in a flue
Were imprisoned, so what could they do?
Said the fly, ‘Let us flee!’
‘Let us fly!’ said the flea.
So they flew through a flaw in the flue.
There was a young fellow from Tyne
Put his head on the South-Eastern Line;
But he died of ennui,
For the 5:33
Didn’t come till a quarter past nine.
There was a young man from Tacoma
Whose breath had a whisky aroma;
So to alter the smell
He swallowed Chanel,
And went off in a heavenly coma.
An eccentric old person of Slough,
Who took all his meals with a cow,
Always said, ‘It’s uncanny,
She’s so like Aunt Fanny,’
But he never indicated how.
A cute little babe form St. Paul
Wore a newspaper dress to a ball,
But the dress caught on fire
And burned her entire
Front page, sporting section and all.
There was a young fellow of Ealing,
Endowed with such delicate feeling,
When he read, on the door,
‘Don’t spit on the floor,’
He jumped up and spat on the ceiling.
There was a young man from Devises
Whose ears were of different sizes;
One was so small
It was nothing at all,
The other took numerous prizes.
There was an old lady of Harrow,
Her views were exceedingly narrow.
She built two baths
At the end of her paths
For the different sexes of sparrows.
There was an old man of Peru
Who dreamt he was eating his shoe.
He awoke in the night
With a terrible fright
And found it was perfectly true.
Papers on USA history
General American history resources:
http://www.montgomeryschoolsmd.org/curriculum/socialStd/American_bookmarks.html#gen
http://www.ushistory.org/us/
http://www.marist.edu/liberalarts/history/hisamer.html
1. Pre-columbian America:
2. The pilgrims, New England, Salem & the Witch Hunt
http://www.newenglandtravelplanner.com/history/pilgrims.html
http://www.essortment.com/all/salemwitchhunt_rkto.htm
http://www.nationalgeographic.com/salem/
3. The American Revolution
http://www.freeessays.cc/db/2/aky115.shtml
4. Slavery
5. Expansion. Going westward
6. The American Civil War
http://www.loc.gov/search/civilwar.html
http://www.freeessays.cc/db/2/aky157.shtml
7. The Depression and the World Wars
http://www.freeessays.cc/db/2/aky126.shtml
http://www.freeessays.cc/db/2/aky140.shtml
8. The sixties: JFK, MLK & Vietnam
http://mcel.pacificu.edu/as/students/vwarlib/world.html
http://www.freeessays.cc/db/2/aky156.shtml
9. Contemporary USA: From the Watergate to Guantanamo
http://www.montgomeryschoolsmd.org/curriculum/socialStd/American_bookmarks.html#gen
http://www.ushistory.org/us/
http://www.marist.edu/liberalarts/history/hisamer.html
1. Pre-columbian America:
2. The pilgrims, New England, Salem & the Witch Hunt
http://www.newenglandtravelplanner.com/history/pilgrims.html
http://www.essortment.com/all/salemwitchhunt_rkto.htm
http://www.nationalgeographic.com/salem/
3. The American Revolution
http://www.freeessays.cc/db/2/aky115.shtml
4. Slavery
5. Expansion. Going westward
6. The American Civil War
http://www.loc.gov/search/civilwar.html
http://www.freeessays.cc/db/2/aky157.shtml
7. The Depression and the World Wars
http://www.freeessays.cc/db/2/aky126.shtml
http://www.freeessays.cc/db/2/aky140.shtml
8. The sixties: JFK, MLK & Vietnam
http://mcel.pacificu.edu/as/students/vwarlib/world.html
http://www.freeessays.cc/db/2/aky156.shtml
9. Contemporary USA: From the Watergate to Guantanamo
99 Red Balloons
English 'adaptation' of Nena's song. Any resemblance is just a coincidence...
You and I in a little toy shop
Buy a bag of balloons with the money we've got.
Set them free at the break of dawn
'Til one by one, they were gone.
Back at base, bugs in the software
Flash the message, Something's out there.
Floating in the summer sky.
99 red balloons go by.
99 red balloons
Floating in the summer sky.
Panic bells, it's red alert.
There's something here from somewhere else.
The war machine springs to life.
Opens up one eager eye.
Focusing it on the sky.
Where 99 red balloons go by.
99 Decision Street.
99 ministers meet.
To worry, worry, super-scurry.
Call the troops out in a hurry.
This is what we've waited for.
This is it boys, this is war.
The president is on the line
As 99 red balloons go by.
99 Knights of the air
Ride super-high-tech jet fighters
Everyone's a superhero.
Everyone's a Captain Kirk.
With orders to identify.
To clarify and classify.
Scramble in the summer sky.
As 99 red balloons go by.
99 dreams I have had.
In every one a red balloon.
It's all over and I'm standing pretty.
In this dust that was a city.
If I could find a souvenir.
Just to prove the world was here.
And here is a red balloon
I think of you and let it go.
You and I in a little toy shop
Buy a bag of balloons with the money we've got.
Set them free at the break of dawn
'Til one by one, they were gone.
Back at base, bugs in the software
Flash the message, Something's out there.
Floating in the summer sky.
99 red balloons go by.
99 red balloons
Floating in the summer sky.
Panic bells, it's red alert.
There's something here from somewhere else.
The war machine springs to life.
Opens up one eager eye.
Focusing it on the sky.
Where 99 red balloons go by.
99 Decision Street.
99 ministers meet.
To worry, worry, super-scurry.
Call the troops out in a hurry.
This is what we've waited for.
This is it boys, this is war.
The president is on the line
As 99 red balloons go by.
99 Knights of the air
Ride super-high-tech jet fighters
Everyone's a superhero.
Everyone's a Captain Kirk.
With orders to identify.
To clarify and classify.
Scramble in the summer sky.
As 99 red balloons go by.
99 dreams I have had.
In every one a red balloon.
It's all over and I'm standing pretty.
In this dust that was a city.
If I could find a souvenir.
Just to prove the world was here.
And here is a red balloon
I think of you and let it go.
99 Luftballons
Möglicherweise das bekannteste deutsche Pop-Hit. Am mindestens einer die besten.
Hast Du etwas Zeit für mich
Dann singe ich ein Lied für Dich
Von 99 Luftballons
Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont
Denkst Du vielleicht grad' an mich
Dann singe ich ein Lied für Dich
Von 99 Luftballons
Und dass sowas von sowas kommt
99 Luftballons
Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont
Hielt man für UFOs aus dem All
Darum schickte ein General
Eine Fliegerstaffel hinterher
Alarm zu geben, wenn es so war
Dabei war da am Horizont
Nur 99 Luftballons
99 Düsenjaeger
Jeder war ein grosser Krieger
Hielten sich für Captain Kirk
Das gab ein grosses Feuerwerk
Die Nachbarn haben nichts gerafft
Und fühlten sich gleich angemacht
Dabei schoss man am Horizont
Auf 99 Luftballons
99 Kriegsminister
Streichholz und Benzinkanister
Hielten sich für schlaue Leute
Witterten schon fette Beute
Riefen: Krieg und wollten Macht
Mann, wer hätte das gedacht
Dass es einmal soweit kommt
Wegen 99 Luftballons
99 Jahre Krieg
Liessen keinen Platz für Sieger
Kriegsminister gibt es nicht mehr
Und auch keine Düsenflieger
Heute zieh ich meine Runden
Seh die Welt in Trümmern liegen
Hab' nen Luftballon gefunden
Denk' an Dich und lass' ihn fliegen
Hast Du etwas Zeit für mich
Dann singe ich ein Lied für Dich
Von 99 Luftballons
Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont
Denkst Du vielleicht grad' an mich
Dann singe ich ein Lied für Dich
Von 99 Luftballons
Und dass sowas von sowas kommt
99 Luftballons
Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont
Hielt man für UFOs aus dem All
Darum schickte ein General
Eine Fliegerstaffel hinterher
Alarm zu geben, wenn es so war
Dabei war da am Horizont
Nur 99 Luftballons
99 Düsenjaeger
Jeder war ein grosser Krieger
Hielten sich für Captain Kirk
Das gab ein grosses Feuerwerk
Die Nachbarn haben nichts gerafft
Und fühlten sich gleich angemacht
Dabei schoss man am Horizont
Auf 99 Luftballons
99 Kriegsminister
Streichholz und Benzinkanister
Hielten sich für schlaue Leute
Witterten schon fette Beute
Riefen: Krieg und wollten Macht
Mann, wer hätte das gedacht
Dass es einmal soweit kommt
Wegen 99 Luftballons
99 Jahre Krieg
Liessen keinen Platz für Sieger
Kriegsminister gibt es nicht mehr
Und auch keine Düsenflieger
Heute zieh ich meine Runden
Seh die Welt in Trümmern liegen
Hab' nen Luftballon gefunden
Denk' an Dich und lass' ihn fliegen
I'll Tell my Ma
Traditional Irish song
I'll tell my ma when I get (1)____________,
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pull my (2)______________ and stole my comb
But that's all right till I go home
She is handsome, she is (3)_______________,
She is the Belle of Belfast city
She is a-courtin' one, two, three,
Please won't you tell me who is she(4)____________
Albert Mooney says he loves her,
All the boys are (5)________________ for her
Knock at the door and ring at the bell,
Oh my (6)___________________ love, are you well
Out she comes as white as snow,
Rings on her fingers, (7)______________ on her toes
Ould Johnny Morrissey says she will die
If she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye
Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high
And the (8)_______________ come tumbling through the sky
She's as sweet as apple pie,
She'll get her own lad by and by
When she gets a lad of her own
She won't tell her ma when she gets home
Let them all come as they will
For it's Albert Mooney she loves still
I'll tell my ma when I get (1)____________,
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pull my (2)______________ and stole my comb
But that's all right till I go home
She is handsome, she is (3)_______________,
She is the Belle of Belfast city
She is a-courtin' one, two, three,
Please won't you tell me who is she(4)____________
Albert Mooney says he loves her,
All the boys are (5)________________ for her
Knock at the door and ring at the bell,
Oh my (6)___________________ love, are you well
Out she comes as white as snow,
Rings on her fingers, (7)______________ on her toes
Ould Johnny Morrissey says she will die
If she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye
Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high
And the (8)_______________ come tumbling through the sky
She's as sweet as apple pie,
She'll get her own lad by and by
When she gets a lad of her own
She won't tell her ma when she gets home
Let them all come as they will
For it's Albert Mooney she loves still
Dead End Street
by the Kinks
There’s a crack up in the ceiling,
And the (1)__________ sink is leaking.
Out of work and got no (2)_______________,
A (3)______________ joint of bread and honey.
What are we living for?
Two-roomed apartment on the second (4)___________.
No money (5)_____________ in,
The rent collector’s knocking, (6)______________ to get in.
We are strictly (7)_______________ class,
We don’t understand, (dead end!)
Why we should be on dead end street. (dead end!)
(8)_____________ are living on dead end street. (dead end!)
(I’m) Gonna die on dead end street.
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
On a cold and frosty (9)________________,
Wipe my eyes and stop me yawning.
And my (10)_______________ are nearly frozen,
Boil the tea and put some toast on.
What are we living for?
Two-roomed apartment on the second floor.
No chance to (11)__________________,
In deep indebted and now it’s much too (12)____________.
We both want to (13)__________ so hard,
We cant get the chance, (dead end!)
People live on dead end street. (dead end!)
People are dying on dead end street. (dead end!)
Gonna die on dead end street.
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Head to my (14)__________ (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
How’s it feel? (yeah)
How’s it feel? (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah) …
There’s a crack up in the ceiling,
And the (1)__________ sink is leaking.
Out of work and got no (2)_______________,
A (3)______________ joint of bread and honey.
What are we living for?
Two-roomed apartment on the second (4)___________.
No money (5)_____________ in,
The rent collector’s knocking, (6)______________ to get in.
We are strictly (7)_______________ class,
We don’t understand, (dead end!)
Why we should be on dead end street. (dead end!)
(8)_____________ are living on dead end street. (dead end!)
(I’m) Gonna die on dead end street.
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
On a cold and frosty (9)________________,
Wipe my eyes and stop me yawning.
And my (10)_______________ are nearly frozen,
Boil the tea and put some toast on.
What are we living for?
Two-roomed apartment on the second floor.
No chance to (11)__________________,
In deep indebted and now it’s much too (12)____________.
We both want to (13)__________ so hard,
We cant get the chance, (dead end!)
People live on dead end street. (dead end!)
People are dying on dead end street. (dead end!)
Gonna die on dead end street.
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Head to my (14)__________ (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
How’s it feel? (yeah)
How’s it feel? (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah) …
Rat Fink, a defective detective's tale.
My name is Fink, Joe Fink. My friends call me ‘Rat’ Fink. But I have got no friends. I am a private detective. I follow husbands, look into garbage cans. Yeah, that kind of person. I usually sit all day long in my small, dusty office, smoking, drinking, and feeling sorry for myself. Suddenly she is there. She is looking at me through deep blue eyes. And she is talking to me. She is saying something about her husband. But I am not listening. I am just thinking about her voice, sweet as poison and dangerous as ice on the highway. I smile and stare. I wait patiently until she finishes her story. I think she is exaggerating, but I do not mind. All clients do the same. Eventually she tells me what she wants me to do. Somebody is following her.
I have to follow that person. We talk about money.
At the door, we shake hands. I think she is going to cry but suddenly, she holds me and gives me a great, long kiss. I hug her, of course. Then she turns and goes away. She does not look back. Her eyes look like icebergs again. (…)
I have to follow that person. We talk about money.
At the door, we shake hands. I think she is going to cry but suddenly, she holds me and gives me a great, long kiss. I hug her, of course. Then she turns and goes away. She does not look back. Her eyes look like icebergs again. (…)
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