Lyrics for any child of the 80's

[docwebster]

Rock me Amadeus...
Rock rock rock rock me Amadeus
Rock me all the time to the top

Er war ein Punker
Und er lebte in der groen Stadt
Es war Wien, war Vienna
Wo er alles tat
Er hatte Schulden denn er trank
Doch ihn liebten alle Frauen
Und jede rief:
Come on and rock me Amadeus

Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus Amadeus, oh oh oh Amadeus

Er war Superstar
Er war populr
Er war so exaltiert
Because er hatte Flair
Er war ein Virtuose
War ein Rockidol
Und alles rief:
Come on and rock me Amadeus

Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus Amadeus, oh oh oh Amadeus

Come on and rock me Amadeus
Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus Amadeus, oh oh oh Amadeus

Es war um 1780
Und es war in Wien
No plastic money anymore
Die Banken gegen ihn
Woher die Schulden kamen
War wohl jedermann bekannt
Er war ein Mann der Frauen
Frauen liebten seinen Punk

Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus Amadeus, oh oh oh Amadeus

Come and rock me Amadeus....

Baby baby do it to me rock me
Baby baby do it to me rock me
Baby baby do it to me rock me
Ja ja ja
Baby baby do it to me rock me
Baby baby do it to me rock me
Baby baby do it to me rock me

Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus Amadeus, oh oh oh Amadeus...

Comments

[sinboy.livejournal.com]

It reads as even cheesier in translation

gonna have to look up some German

[http://users.livejournal.com/_duncan/]

..ian rockstar Falco decided to tell the world:

And again, by the White Rapper.
And again, by the Muppet Babies.

moo!

[fernblatt.livejournal.com]

eat me, I'm a danish!!

Re: moo!

[docwebster.livejournal.com]

"Your private life's your own, dear." - Alan Titchmarsh

Re: moo!

[trickykris.livejournal.com]

*giggle*
Eat me, I'm a danish!!! brings back fond memories!

OK... You asked for it...

[fernblatt.livejournal.com]

Actually no one asked for it...

But I'll see your Amadeus and raise you one
Kommissar!



Zwei drei vier one two three
Its easy to see
But its not that I don't care so
Cause I hear it all the time
But they never let you know
On the TV and the radio
She was young her heart was pure
But every night is bright she got
She said sugar is sweet
She come rappin' to the beat
Then I knew that she was hot

She was singin
Don't turn around, oh oh
Der Kommissar's in town, oh oh
You're in his eye
And you'll know why
The more you live
The faster you will die

Alles klar, Herr Kommissar?

She said babe you know
I miss Jill and Joe
And all my funky friends
But my street understanding
was just enough to know what she really meant
And I got to thinking while she was talking
That I know she told the story
Of those special places that she goes
When she rides with the others in the subway

Singin'
Don't turn around, oh oh
Der Kommissar's in town, oh oh
And if he talks to you
And you don't know why
You say your life
Is gonna make you die...

Alles klar, Herr Kommissar?

Well we meet Jill and Joe
And brother Herr
And the whole cool gang (and oh)
They're rappin' here they're rappin' there
But she's climbin' on the wall
Its a clear case, Herr Kommissar
Cause all the children know
They're all slidin' down into the valley
They're all slipping on the same snow

Hear the children
Don't turn around, oh oh
Der Kommissar's in town, oh oh
He's got the power
And you're so weak
And you're frustration will not let you speak

Don't turn around, oh oh
Der Kommissar's in town, oh oh
And if he talks to you
Then you'll know why
The more you live
The faster you will die

Don't turn around, oh oh
Der Kommissar's in town, oh oh

Re: OK... You asked for it...

[kshandra]

I trust you already knew that Falco originally recorded that, as well - in German, natch. ATF translated it for their cover.

Re: OK... You asked for it...

[fernblatt.livejournal.com]

Think I may still have some of his German singles somewhere around here,maybe an album, lost with the rest of my vinyl. Oh, and lucky for us, I like his version much better. After The Fire had broken up by the time their version hit the charts here. But at least Peter Banks brough us the dulcet tones of Gary Numan, who still performs to this day on a limited basis.

Haben Sie gewut, da Falco ein sterreicher ist? Er ist nicht deutsch oder Klingon. Or at least as much as my sucky German speaking skills remember.

Grrr, maybe not

[fernblatt.livejournal.com]

LJ won't let me post umlauts or double ess's

Re: Grrr, maybe not

[kshandra]

Ich erlernte sehr wenig, das von meiner Großgroßmutter deutsch ist, als ich jung war; Ich erinnere mich nur das an bloßeste Minimum. (translation courtesy Babelfish; extended characters found here.)

IOW, your German's all Greek to me. ;-)

Re: Grrr, maybe not

[fernblatt.livejournal.com]

I never actually said I *remembered* how to speak German legibly..... I do much better with "movie German" That is,
English with a heavy accent. Like ziss und zat, etc...

But as far as the failed cut and paste the other evening it's a conspiracy. All I did was cut and paste. LJ gave me an error message telling my I was using illegal characters... grrrr

lets see if it will let me cut and past the comment about your grandmother...

meiner Grogromutter deutsch ist

Re: Grrr, maybe not

[fernblatt.livejournal.com]

I deleted this post to edit my reply. When I posted it the FIRST time, it handled my cut and paste of Kush's grandmother just fine, with double esses and everything. After I did the editing and attempted to post again, it took out the double esses and gave me this error -

"Bad Unicode Input Your browser sent some text which is not recognised as valid text in the UTF-8 encoding, as it should be. This might happen if you forced your browser to view the previous page in some other encoding rather than UTF-8. It may also indicate a bug in the browser. If you cannot get around this error, contact us. "

I *told* you it was a conspiracy!

Re: Grrr, maybe not

[kshandra]

And actually, the email copy I got of your deleted reply didn't handle the character properly, either....

*shrug* I give up.

This is the sort of pedantry up with which I shall not put

[beernotbombs.livejournal.com]

Und er lebte in der groen Stadt

Isn't it "in der großer Stadt"?

The way you have it translates to "And he lived in the green city". I think it should be "And he lived in the big city".

And I don't think it's even the proper form of the the adjective. Since Stadt is a feminine noun, and it's in the dative case, the modifier should take the -er ending: "in der gröner Stadt". That's why I suspect that grön is incorrect.

Prost!
-g-

mmm.. Terri Nunn

[gridlore.livejournal.com]

I'm alone
Sitting with my empty glass
My four walls
Follow me through my past
I was on a Paris train
I emerged in London rain
And you were waiting there
Swimming through apologies

I remember searching for the perfect words
I was hoping you might change your mind
I remember a soldier sleeping next to me
Riding on the metro

You wore white
Smiling as you took my hand
So removed
We spoke of wintertime in France
Minutes passed with shallow words
Years have passed and still the hurt
I can see you now
Smiling as you pulled away

I remember the letter wrinkled in my hand
"I'll love you always" filled my eyes
I remember a night we walked along the Seine
Riding on the metro

I remember a feeling coming over me
The soldier turned, then looked away
I remember hating you for loving me
Riding on the metro

I'm alone
Sitting with my broken glass
My four walls
Follow me through my past
I was on a Paris train
I emerged in London rain
And you were waiting there
Swimming through apologies - sorry

I remember searching for the perfect words
I was hoping you might change your mind
I remember a soldier sleeping next to me
Riding on the metro

Re: mmm.. Terri Nunn

[fernblatt.livejournal.com]

What really frightens me is I *like* that song

You do know that this means war...

[fernblatt.livejournal.com]

And all things are fair in war. Even Manilow *twitch*

Her name was Lola, she was a showgirl
With yellow feathers in her hair and a dress cut down to there
She would merengue and do the cha-cha
And while she tried to be a star,
Tony always tended bar
Across the crowded floor, they worked from 8 til 4
They were young and they had each other
Who could ask for more?

At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana (Copacabana)
The hottest spot north of Havana (here)
At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana
Music and passion were always the fashion
At the Copa....they fell in love.

(Love....Copacabana....)

His name was Rico, he wore a diamond.
He was escorted to his chair, he saw Lola dancing there
And when she finished, he called her over,
But Rico went a bit too far,
Tony sailed across the bar
And then the punches flew and chairs were smashed in two
There was blood and a single gunshot
But just who shot who?

At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana (Copacabana)
The hottest spot north of Havana (here)
At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana
Music and passion were always in fashion
At the Copa....she lost her love.

Copa... Copacabana... music and passion... always the fashion...

Her name is Lola, she was a showgirl,
But that was 30 years ago, when they used to have a show.
Now it's a disco, but not for Lola,
Still in the dress she used to wear,
Faded feathers in her hair.
She sits there so refined, and drinks herself half-blind.
She lost her youth and she lost her Tony,
Now she's lost her mind!

At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana (Copacabana)
The hottest spot north of Havana (here)
At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana
Music and passion were always in fashion
At the Copa....don't fall in love.

I've got you all beat....

[filkertom.livejournal.com]

Spring was never waiting for us, girl
It ran one step ahead
As we followed in the dance
Between the parted pages and were pressed
In love's hot, fevered iron
Like a striped pair of pants

MacArthur Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it
'Cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again
Oh, no!

I recall the yellow cotton dress
Foaming like a wave
On the ground around your knees
The birds, like tender babies in your hands
And the old men playing checkers by the trees

MacArthur Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it
'Cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again
Oh, no!

[break]

There will be another song for me
For I will sing it
There will be another dream for me
Someone will bring it
I will drink the wine while it is warm
And never let you catch me looking at the sun
And after all the loves of my life
After all the loves of my life
You'll still be the one

I will take my life into my hands and I will use it
I will win the worship in their eyes and I will lose it
I will have the things that I desire
And my passion flow like rivers through the sky
And after all the loves of my life
After all the loves of my life
I'll be thinking of you
And wondering why

[break]

MacArthur Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it
'Cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again
Oh, no!
Oh, no
No, no
Oh no!!