Hello, this is a thread for the Germies on here where we type - you guessed it, German people. This will be bilingual since we'll use native speaking material. If you ain't German or don't speak it but still have a typing for a person from here, go ahead either way, we are terribly curious! :love: We'll look out for subtitled things as well as we can.
Hallo ihr Lieben. Versuchen wir uns mal an deutschen typings mit deutschem Material - so wenig berühmte Leute von hier sind irgendwo typisiert worden wären aber trotzdem so furchtbar interessant. Mal Interviews in unserer Landessprache zu nehmen ist dementsprechend ein Experiment. Danke fürs mitmachen und schaut nach Übersetzungen um die anderen noch ein bisschen einzubinden :wave:
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ILE SO/SP - Peter Fox
The lyrics are like... !!!
@Kim @Cassandra @MaviTilki @Horatio who else?
Hallo ihr Lieben. Versuchen wir uns mal an deutschen typings mit deutschem Material - so wenig berühmte Leute von hier sind irgendwo typisiert worden wären aber trotzdem so furchtbar interessant. Mal Interviews in unserer Landessprache zu nehmen ist dementsprechend ein Experiment. Danke fürs mitmachen und schaut nach Übersetzungen um die anderen noch ein bisschen einzubinden :wave:
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ILE SO/SP - Peter Fox
The lyrics are like... !!!
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Originally Posted by Lyrics Translate
Burning my studio, I snort the ashes like coke.
Killing my goldfish, I bury him in the yard.
Blowing up my place, everything I have I let go of.
My old life tastes like stale toast.
Grill me a splendid steak, Peter now cooks the finest meat.
I am the update, Peter Fox 1.1.
I want to boogie, celebrate, but my pond is too small.
Growing me a new set of biters like a Great White.
Waxed, doped, polished, brand new teeth.
I'm euphoric-ified and have expensive plans
I buy me construction machinery, diggers and rollers and cranes
Blast [Fall] to Berlin and lean [push] on the siren
Building beautiful box towers, Bass massages your souls
I'm the wreckingball for the G-G-G-German scene
Hey, everything glitters, so nice & new.
Hey, if you don't like it, do it over.
The world's covered with dust, but I want to see where it goes.
Climb the mountain of muck, because a fresh wind blows up there.
Hey, everything glitters, so nice & new.
I'm sick of my old stuff, and let it rot in a sack.
Give my digs to the moths (moth my old clothes/rags)
and then I'll go shopping naked.
I am completely renovated, Brides have something to stare at.
Fit as a fiddle, super toned, world master in chess and boxing.
Only talk in concrete terms, give me a yes or no.
Stop with the nonsense, I'll let all the old pranksters be.
If I ever smoke pot again, I'll hack an ax into my leg.
I want no more lying, I want to mean every phrase I say.
My head is bursting, I've got to change everything.
I'm looking for the button, meet The Powers That Be.
Force the land into happiness, buy banks and broadcasters.
Everything goes crazy, trembling sheep and lambs.
I look better than Bono, and am the Man of the People.
Ready to save the world, even if it's wanted too much.
There's no more air here, it's hard for me to breathe.
Bye bye I have to get out of here, the walls are closing in.
Killing my goldfish, I bury him in the yard.
Blowing up my place, everything I have I let go of.
My old life tastes like stale toast.
Grill me a splendid steak, Peter now cooks the finest meat.
I am the update, Peter Fox 1.1.
I want to boogie, celebrate, but my pond is too small.
Growing me a new set of biters like a Great White.
Waxed, doped, polished, brand new teeth.
I'm euphoric-ified and have expensive plans
I buy me construction machinery, diggers and rollers and cranes
Blast [Fall] to Berlin and lean [push] on the siren
Building beautiful box towers, Bass massages your souls
I'm the wreckingball for the G-G-G-German scene
Hey, everything glitters, so nice & new.
Hey, if you don't like it, do it over.
The world's covered with dust, but I want to see where it goes.
Climb the mountain of muck, because a fresh wind blows up there.
Hey, everything glitters, so nice & new.
I'm sick of my old stuff, and let it rot in a sack.
Give my digs to the moths (moth my old clothes/rags)
and then I'll go shopping naked.
I am completely renovated, Brides have something to stare at.
Fit as a fiddle, super toned, world master in chess and boxing.
Only talk in concrete terms, give me a yes or no.
Stop with the nonsense, I'll let all the old pranksters be.
If I ever smoke pot again, I'll hack an ax into my leg.
I want no more lying, I want to mean every phrase I say.
My head is bursting, I've got to change everything.
I'm looking for the button, meet The Powers That Be.
Force the land into happiness, buy banks and broadcasters.
Everything goes crazy, trembling sheep and lambs.
I look better than Bono, and am the Man of the People.
Ready to save the world, even if it's wanted too much.
There's no more air here, it's hard for me to breathe.
Bye bye I have to get out of here, the walls are closing in.