Beschimpft wurde ich, warum ich denn in letzter Zeit so wenig schreibe. Nun ja, beschimpft ist vielleicht der falsche Ausdruck. Ok, eigentlich lag nicht mal ein Hauch von Beschimpfung in der Anmerkung. Also vergessen wir das.

Kommen wir zum zweiten Teil der Überschrift: Bejubelt. Bejubelt wurde ich in der Tat. Am Samstag abend. Schülerkonzert bei meiner Gesangslehrerin. Rund 20 Aktive, die zum Musik-Playback oder teilweise auch zu Live-Begleitung je ein Liedchen trällerten.

Froh bin ich, dass mir trotz des in der Tat vorhandenen Lampenfiebers die Stimme nicht völlig wegsackte. Froh bin ich, dass die Stellen, an denen ich mich beim Proben immer wieder mal versungen habe, ohne viel Nachdenken perfekt geklappt haben. Froh bin ich, dass ich vor dem Singsang zwei, drei lockerflockige Einleitungs-Sätze mehr herausgebracht habe als die meisten anderen. Froh bin ich, dass ich nicht wie ein vertrocknetes Stockbrot am Mikrofonständer klebte, sondern rhythmisch-beschwingt mit dem Mikro in der Hand Ganzkörperbewegungen fertiggebracht habe. Froh bin ich, dass ich nach dem Auftritt verschiedentlich lobend angesprochen wurde. Froh bin ich, dass meine Lehrerin bei der Verabschiedung meinte, sie sei überrascht gewesen, wie souverän ich meinen Auftritt auf und über die Bühne gebracht habe.

Schade fand ich, dass jeder nur einen Titel hatte und damit nur ein paar Minuten auf der Bühne stand. Hatte mich grade dran gewöhnt, da war das Lied auch schon vorbei...

Und kann jemand mir sagen, ob der Rest des Albums genauso klasse ist wie der Song "Crawling Up A Hill"?

Schon was älter, bestimmt schon mal gesehen oder gehört, aber immer noch gut:
http://www.cumbredelsol.de/Gimmick/volare-karaoke.swf

Von hier.
Der Trupp Primatenrstufler amüsiert mich ja gelegentlich. Wenn's nur nicht so viele wären...

Music and lyrics: Gloria Estefan, Kike Santander

Chorus:
Let’s get loud, let’s get loud
Turn the music up, let’s do it
C’mon people let’s get loud
Let’s get loud
Turn the music up to hear that sound
Let’s get loud, let’s get loud
Ain’t nobody gotta tell ya
What you gotta do

If you wanna live your life
Live it all the way and don’t you waste it
Every feelin’ every beat
Can be so very sweet you gotta taste it

You gotta do it, you gotta do it your way
You gotta prove it
You gotta mean what you say
Life’s a party, make it hot
Dance don’t ever stop, whatever rhythm
Every minute, every day
Take them all the way you gotta live ’em
(’cause I’m going to live my life)

You gotta do it, you gotta do it your way
You gotta prove it
You gotta mean what you say
You gotta do it, you gotta do it your way
You gotta prove it
You gotta mean what you say

Chorus:
Let’s get loud, let’s get loud
Turn the music up to hear that sound
Let’s get loud, let’s get loud
Ain’t nobody gotta tell you
What you gotta do

Break

Life is meant to be big fun
You’re not hurtin’ anyone
Nobody loses
You gotta do it, you gotta do it your way
To gotta prove it
You gotta mean what you say
You gotta do it, you gotta do it your way
You gotta prove it
You gotta mean what you say

Chorus (2x)

It's Too Late

Stayed in bed all morning just to pass the time
There's something wrong here
There can be no denying
One of us is changing
Or maybe we've just stopped trying

And it's too late baby, now it's too late
Though we really did try to make it
Something inside has died and I can't hide
And I just can't fake it

It used to be so easy living here with you
You were light and breezy
And I knew just what to do
Now you look so unhappy
And I feel like a fool

And it's too late baby, now it's too late
Though we really did try to make it
Something inside has died
and I can't hide it
And I just can't fake it

[instrumental]

There'll be good times again for me and you
But we just can't stay together
Don't you feel it too
Still I'm glad for what we had
And how I once loved you

And it's too late baby, now it's too late
Though we really did try to make it
Something inside has died and
I can't hide and I just can't fake it

Oh it's too late my baby
Too late my baby
You know
It's too late my baby

Money, Money, Money
written by Benny Anderson and Bjorn Ulvaeus

I work all night, I work all day, to pay the bills I have to pay
Ain't it sad
And still there never seems to be a single penny left for me
That's too bad
In my dreams I have a plan
If I got me a wealthy man
I wouldn't have to work at all, I'd fool around and have a
ball...

Money, money, money
Must be funny
In the rich man's world
Money, money, money
Always sunny
In the rich man's world
Aha-ahaaa
All the things I could do
If I had a little money
It's a rich man's world

A man like that is hard to find but I can't get him off my mind
Ain't it sad
And if he happens to be free I bet he wouldn't fancy me
That's too bad
So I must leave, I'll have to go
To Las Vegas or Monaco
And win a fortune in a game, my life will never be the same...

Money, money, money
Must be funny
In the rich man's world
Money, money, money
Always sunny
In the rich man's world
Aha-ahaaa
All the things I could do
If I had a little money
It's a rich man's world

Money, money, money
Must be funny
In the rich man's world
Money, money, money
Always sunny
In the rich man's world
Aha-ahaaa
All the things I could do
If I had a little money
It's a rich man's world

It's a rich man's world

You've Got A Friend
Words and music by: Carol King

When you're down and troubled
And you need some loving care
And nothing, nothing is going right
Close your eyes and think of me
And soon I will be there
To brighten up even your darkest night

You just call out my name
And you know wherever I am
I'll come running to see you again
Winter, spring, summer or fall
All you have to do is call
And I'll be there
You've got a friend

If the sky above you
Grows dark and full of clouds
And that old north wind begins to blow
Keep your head together
And call my name out loud
Soon you'll hear me knocking at your door

You just call out my name
And you know wherever I am
I'll come running to see you
Winter, spring, summer or fall
All you have to do is call
And I'll be there

Ain't it good to know that you've got a friend
When people can be so cold
They'll hurt you, and desert you
And take your soul if you let them
Oh, but don't you let them

You just call out my name
And you know wherever I am
I'll come running to see you again
Winter, spring, summer or fall
All you have to do is call
And I'll be there
You've got a friend

Chanson d'Amour
-Words and music by Wayne Shanklin

Chanson d'amour, ra da da da da, play encore
Here in my heart, ra da da da da, more and more
Chanson d'amour, ra da da da da, I adore
Each time I hear, ra da da da da, chanson d'amour

MUSICAL INTERLUDE

Chanson d'amour, ra da da da da, I adore
Each time I hear, ra da da da da, chanson d'amour
Everytime I hear, chanson, chanson d'amour