Eigentlich sollte das ja eine Umfrage werden, aber es gibt einfach viel zu viele wirklich tieftraurige Lieder von Elvis. Keine Chance sie auf nur 10 zu reduzieren. Das würde dem Melancholie- und Herzschmerzpotential in Elvis Oeuvre einfach nicht gerecht. Deswegen dieser Thread, wo jeder eingeladen ist (über) jene Nummern zu posten, die ihm in ihrer Emotionalität nahe gehen.
Ich mach mal den Anfang mit einem Stück, das mir regelhaft beim Hören die Tränen in die Augen treibt …
It’s midnight
egal ob live oder Studio, alternate Takes, Rehearsal oder Master ... dieser Song hat es mir angetan ... kaum erklingen die ersten Takte und Elvis Stimme singt, maybe it's too late, sometimes I even hate myself for loving you, ist es um mich geschehen ...
Maybe it's too late. Sometimes I even hate myself for loving you
Trying to be strong then nighttime comes along and I start loving you
Wanting you. Where is all my selfcontrol I'm burning way down in my soul
And needing you, and wishing I could be the man, I try to
Hating me for wanting you to be with you knowing you don't love me like you used to
But it's midnight, Ohh and I miss you
It's getting late and I know that's when I am weak
Funny how things have a way of looking so much brighter in the day light
I ought to go to bed to try and straighten out my head and just forget you
Oh but it's midnight yes and I miss you
It's getting late and I know that's when I am weak
Funny how things have a way of looking so much brighter in the day light
I ought to go to bed to try and straighten out my head and just forget you
Oh but it's midnight yes and I miss you
It's midnight and I miss you
:traurig:
Ich mach mal den Anfang mit einem Stück, das mir regelhaft beim Hören die Tränen in die Augen treibt …
It’s midnight
egal ob live oder Studio, alternate Takes, Rehearsal oder Master ... dieser Song hat es mir angetan ... kaum erklingen die ersten Takte und Elvis Stimme singt, maybe it's too late, sometimes I even hate myself for loving you, ist es um mich geschehen ...
Maybe it's too late. Sometimes I even hate myself for loving you
Trying to be strong then nighttime comes along and I start loving you
Wanting you. Where is all my selfcontrol I'm burning way down in my soul
And needing you, and wishing I could be the man, I try to
Hating me for wanting you to be with you knowing you don't love me like you used to
But it's midnight, Ohh and I miss you
It's getting late and I know that's when I am weak
Funny how things have a way of looking so much brighter in the day light
I ought to go to bed to try and straighten out my head and just forget you
Oh but it's midnight yes and I miss you
It's getting late and I know that's when I am weak
Funny how things have a way of looking so much brighter in the day light
I ought to go to bed to try and straighten out my head and just forget you
Oh but it's midnight yes and I miss you
It's midnight and I miss you
:traurig:
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