Dem milners trern

Oj, wifil jorn

Senen farforn,

Sait ich bin a milner

Ot o do;

Di reder drejen sich,

Di jorn gejen sich,

Ich bin schojn alt un grajs un gro

S’ is teg varhanen

‘ch wil mich dermonen

Tsu ‘ch hob gehat

A schtikl glik –

Di reder drejen sich,

Di jorn gejen sich

Kejn entwer is nit do zurik

‘ch hob gehert sogn,

Men wel mich farjogn

Arojs fun dorf

Un fun der mil;

Di reder drejen sich,

Di jorn gehen sich,

Oj, on an ek un on a tsil

Fun glik vartribn

Bin ich geblibn,

On wajb, on kind,

O do alejn;

Di reder drejen sich,

Di jorn gejen sich,

Un ejlent bin ich wi a schtejn

Wu wel ich wojnen?

Wer wet mich schojnen?

Ich bin schojn alt,

Ich bin schojn mid –

Di reder drejen sich,

Di jorn gejen sich,

Un ojch mit sej gejt ojs der Jid.

Dem milners trern

Geschreven door

Mark Warschawski

(rond 1900)

Uitvoering: Zupfgeigenhandel

Op de cd Jiddische Lieder (Pläne 1979)

Time

Time –

He's waiting in the wings

He speaks of senseless things

His script is you and me, boy

Time –

He flexes like a whore

Falls wanking to the floor

His trick is you and me, boy

Time –

In Quaaludes and red wine

Demanding Billy Dolls

And other friends of mine

Take your time

The sniper in the brain, regurgitating drain

Incestuous and vain, and many other last names

I look at my watch it say 9:25 and I think "Oh God I'm still alive"

We should be on by now

We should be on by now

Lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai

Lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai

You –

are not a victim

You –

just scream with boredom

You –

are not evicting time

Chimes - Goddamn, you're looking oldYou'll freeze and catch a cold'Cause you've left your coat behindTake your timeBreaking up is hard, but keeping dark is hatefulI had so many dreams, I had so many breakthroughsBut you, my love, were kind, but love has left you dreamlessThe door to dreams was closed, your park was real and

greenlessPerhaps you're smiling now, smiling through this darknessBut all I have to give is guilt for dreaming

We should be on by now

We should be on by now

We should be on by now

We should be on by now

We should be on by now

Lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai

Lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai

Lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai

Lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai

Lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai

Lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai

Lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai

Lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai

David Bowie

Time

Van de cd Aladdin sane (RCA 1973)

Time

Ticking away the moments

that make up a dull day

Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way

Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town

Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain

And you are young and life is long and there is time to kill today

And then one day you find ten years have got behind you

No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking

Racing around to come up behind you again

The sun is the same

in a relative way,

but you're older

Shorter of breath and

one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter,

never seem to find the time

Plans that either come to naught

or half a page of scribbled lines

Hanging on in quiet desperation

is the English way

The time is gone,

the song is over,

thought I'd something more to say

Home, home again

I like to be here when I can

And when I come home cold and tired

It’s good to warm my bones beside the fire

Far away across the field

The tolling of the iron bell

Calls the faithful to their knees

To hear the softly spoken magic spells.

Time van Pink Floyd

Geschreven door Roger Waters

Cd Dark side of the moon (1973)