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Blowin' In The Wind
02:37
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How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, ’n’ how many times must the cannonballs fly
Before they’re forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind
Yes, ’n’ how many years can a mountain exist
Before it’s washed to the sea?
Yes, ’n’ how many years can some people exist
Before they’re allowed to be free?
Yes, ’n’ how many times can a man turn his head
And pretend that he just doesn’t see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind
Yes, ’n’ how many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, ’n’ how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, ’n’ how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind
© 2015 Stephan Ckoehler
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House Of The Risin' Sun
06:39
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There is a house down in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl
And me, oh God, I'm one
My mother was a tailor
She sowed these new blue jeans
My sweetheart was a gambler, Lord
Down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk
He fills his glasses up to the brim
And he'll pass the cards around
And the only pleasure he gets out of life
Is rambling from town to town
Oh tell my baby sister
Not to do what I have done
But shun that house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
Well with one foot on the platform
And the other foot on the train
I'm going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
I'm a-going back to New Orleans
My race is almost run
I'm going back to end my life
Down in the rising sun
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl
And me, oh God, I'm one
© 2015 Stephan Ckoehler
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Come gather ’round people, wherever you roam
And admit that the waters around you have grown
And accept it that soon you’ll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you is worth savin’
Then you better start swimmin’ or you’ll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin’
Come writers and critics who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide, the chance won’t come again
And don’t speak too soon for the wheel’s still in spin
And there’s no tellin’ who that it’s namin’
For the loser now will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin’
Come senators, congressmen, please heed the call
Don’t stand in the doorway, don’t block up the hall
For he that gets hurt will be he who has stalled
There’s a battle outside, ragin’
It’ll soon shake your windows and rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin’
Come mothers and fathers throughout the land
And don’t criticize what you can’t understand
Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command
Your old road is rapidly agin’
Please get out of the new one if you can’t lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin’
The line it is drawn, the curse it is cast
The slow one now will later be fast
As the present now will later be past
The order is rapidly fadin’
And the first one now will later be last
For the times they are a-changin’
For the times they are a-changin’
© 2015 Stephan Ckoehler
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Like a Rolling Stone
07:34
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Once upon a time you dressed so fine
Y’threw the bums a dime in your prime
Didn't you?
People'd call, say: "Beware doll, you're bound to fall!"
You thought they were all a’kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
Ah, you've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
Nobody has ever taught you how to live out on the street and now you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but know you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And say, do you want to make a deal?
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
To be on your own...
You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns when they all did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
To be on your own...
Ah, Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're all drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all precious gifts
But you'd better take your diamond ring you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal
How does it feel?
Ah, how does it feel?
To be on your own...
© 2015 Stephan Ckoehler
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If you're travelin' to the north country fair
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline
Remember me to one who lives there
For she once was a true love of mine
Please see for me if her hair hangs long
If it rolls and flows all down her breast
Please see for me if her hair hangs long
That's the way I remember her best
Well, if you go when the snowflakes storm
When the rivers freeze and summer ends
Please see for me if she's wearing a coat so warm
To keep her from the howlin' winds
Well, if you're travelin' in the north country fair
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine
© 2015 Stephan Ckoehler
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Just Like a Woman
05:54
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Nobody feels any pain
Tonight as I stand inside the rain
Ev’rybody knows
That Baby’s got new clothes
But lately I see her ribbons and her bows
Have fallen from her curls
She takes just like a woman, yes, she does
She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does
And she aches just like a woman
But she breaks just like a little girl
Queen Mary, she’s my friend
Yes, I believe I’ll go see her again
Nobody has to guess
That Baby can’t be blessed
Till she finally sees that she’s like all the rest
With her fog, her amphetamine and her pearls
She takes just like a woman, yes
She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does
And she aches just like a woman
But she breaks just like a little girl
Yeah, it was raining from the first
And I was dying there of thirst
So I came in here
And your long-time curse hurts
But what’s worse
Is this pain in here
I can’t stay in here
Ain’t it clear that—
I just can’t fit
Yes, I believe it’s time for us to quit
When we meet again
Introduced as friends
Please don’t let on that you knew me when
I was hungry and it was your world
Ah, you fake just like a woman, yes, you do
You make love just like a woman, yes, you do
Then you ache just like a woman
But you break just like a little girl
© 2015 Stephan Ckoehler
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Mama, take this badge off of me
I can’t use it anymore
It’s gettin’ dark, too dark for me to see
I feel like I’m knockin’ on heaven’s door
Knock, knock, knockin’ on heaven’s door
Knock, knock, knockin’ on heaven’s door
Knock, knock, knockin’ on heaven’s door
Knock, knock, knockin’ on heaven’s door
Mama, put my guns in the ground
I can’t shoot them anymore
That long black cloud is comin’ down
I feel like I’m knockin’ on heaven’s door
Knock, knock, knockin’ on heaven’s door...
© 2015 Stephan Ckoehler
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8. |
Gotta Serve Somebody
06:04
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You may be an ambassador to England or to France
You may like to gamble, you might like to dance
You may be the heavyweight champion of the world
You may be a socialite with a long string of pearls
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You’re gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody
You may be a rock ’n’ roll addict prancing on the stage
You might have drugs at your command, women in a cage
You may be a businessman or some high-degree thief
They may call you Doctor or they may call you Chief
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes you are
You’re gonna have to serve somebody (Serve somebody)
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody (Serve somebody)
You may be a state trooper, you might be a young Turk
You may be the head of some big TV network
You may be rich or poor, you may be blind or lame
You may be living in another country under another name
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes you are
You’re gonna have to serve somebody (Serve somebody)
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody (Serve somebody)
You may be a construction worker working on a home
You might be living in a mansion, you might live in a dome
You may own guns and you may even own tanks
You may be somebody’s landlord, you may even own banks
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody (Serve somebody)
Yes, you’re gonna have to serve somebody (Serve somebody)
Well, it may be the devil and it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody (Serve somebody)
You may be a preacher with your spiritual pride
You may be a city councilman taking bribes on the side
You may be workin’ in a barbershop, you may know how to cut hair
You may be somebody’s mistress, may be somebody’s heir
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody
Yes, you’re gonna have to serve somebody (Serve somebody)
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody (Serve somebody)
Might like to wear cotton, might like to wear silk
Might like to drink whiskey, might like to drink milk
You might like to eat caviar, you might like to eat bread
You may be sleeping on the floor, sleeping in a king-sized bed
Still gonna have to serve somebody (Serve somebody)
Yes, you’re gonna have to serve somebody (Serve somebody)
Well, it may be the devil and it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody
© 2015 Stephan Ckoehler
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Stephan Ckoehler Coswig, Germany
Stephan Ckoehler, geboren 1976 in Dresden. Abitur am Gymnasium in Coswig (Sachsen), Abbruch des Studiums an der Jenaer Friedrich Schiller Universität, GTA, Webdesigner, Tankwart, Bauhelfer, Wurstverkäufer, Erntehelfer etc. 2002 Tontechniker an den Landesbühnen Sachsen, seit 2003 freiberuflicher Folkrockmusiker, u.a. mit Philius, Derschoenewald, Die Knilche, The Cashbags, The Ckoehler Family. ... more
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