We went into town on the Tuesday night
Searching all the places that you hang about
We're looking for you
In the back street cellar dive drinking clubs
In the discotheques and the gaming pubs
We're looking for you
You will pay the price for my own sweet brother
And what he has become
And a hundred other boys and girls
And all that you have done
We picked up the trail at the Seven Crowns
One of your cronies, he was doing your rounds
We followed him
Just a silhouette figure up Market Pass
Where the headlamps shine on the broken glass
We followed him
Over the bridge by the old canal
Where the shadows dance on the lighted wall
He stopped to light up a cigarette
And we dived into a doorway
No police, no summons, no courts of law
No proper procedure, no rules of war
No mitigating circumstance
No layers fees, no second chance
There are lasses getting trouble on their own home beat
There are old folk battered in the open street
In this city of ours
There are eyes that see but say nothing at all
There are ears that hear but they don't recall
In this city of ours
So we followed your man back to your front door
And we're waiting for you outside
'Cause not everybody here is scared of you
Not everybody passes on the other side
No police, no summons, no courts of law . . .
And we could spend our whole lives waiting for some thunderbolt to come
And we could spend our whole lives waiting for some justice to be done
Unless we make our own
@Angavilya: thx
@Joanna: thx
@Simone: thx ...aber green day mag ich ja nun gar nicht... ;)
@Patient: thx
@InGo?: thx
@Christoph: Therion - "The wild Hunt" ? Da würde das Bilder aber nicht so richtig passen...
@Carina: thx
@Konstantin: Das überlass ich dem Betrachter.
@Tamara: thx
Dolce Vita 10/10/2004 20:38
ein gutes bild !ich muss da sofort an das R.A.F / schleyer entführungsbild denken.
Calis Ben Ulke 10/10/2004 20:05
dat passt da schon eherChristoph Lauber 10/10/2004 19:58
hab's gefunden:new model army - the hunt
We went into town on the Tuesday night
Searching all the places that you hang about
We're looking for you
In the back street cellar dive drinking clubs
In the discotheques and the gaming pubs
We're looking for you
You will pay the price for my own sweet brother
And what he has become
And a hundred other boys and girls
And all that you have done
We picked up the trail at the Seven Crowns
One of your cronies, he was doing your rounds
We followed him
Just a silhouette figure up Market Pass
Where the headlamps shine on the broken glass
We followed him
Over the bridge by the old canal
Where the shadows dance on the lighted wall
He stopped to light up a cigarette
And we dived into a doorway
No police, no summons, no courts of law
No proper procedure, no rules of war
No mitigating circumstance
No layers fees, no second chance
There are lasses getting trouble on their own home beat
There are old folk battered in the open street
In this city of ours
There are eyes that see but say nothing at all
There are ears that hear but they don't recall
In this city of ours
So we followed your man back to your front door
And we're waiting for you outside
'Cause not everybody here is scared of you
Not everybody passes on the other side
No police, no summons, no courts of law . . .
And we could spend our whole lives waiting for some thunderbolt to come
And we could spend our whole lives waiting for some justice to be done
Unless we make our own
Calis Ben Ulke 10/10/2004 19:54
@Angavilya: thx@Joanna: thx
@Simone: thx ...aber green day mag ich ja nun gar nicht... ;)
@Patient: thx
@InGo?: thx
@Christoph: Therion - "The wild Hunt" ? Da würde das Bilder aber nicht so richtig passen...
@Carina: thx
@Konstantin: Das überlass ich dem Betrachter.
@Tamara: thx
Christoph Lauber 10/10/2004 18:46
hab vergessen wie die band hieß: das ist doch auch ein lied, oder?J S P 10/10/2004 18:20
der schnitt und vorallem der blick!!!Anna II 10/10/2004 18:17
wow, das find ich genial..schnitt, kontraste, schärfe,..
alles halt :)