| Titel | Strange Times |
| Komposition | Michael Mann, 2020 |
| Originalinterpret | Waiting For Louise |
| Klicks | 43687 |
| Video | |
| Info | Als der Text und Musik entstanden, Ende 2019/Anfang 2020, waren "Fake News" und "Schwurbler" noch nicht die ganz große Sache. Beim "gelbgesichtigen Betrüger" sollte allerdings klar sein, wer da gemeint ist. Musikalisch ist das Ganze vielleicht eine Hommage and Fleetwood Mac (in der Mit70er Version) |
| Status bei W4L |  just doin' ... |
| Interpret | Titel | Label/Jahr | Platz |
|---|---|---|---|
| Waiting For Louise | "Rain Meditation" |
E=MC², 2023 |
When all wrong words make perfect rhymes
With your bad habits (you’re) feelin’ good sometimes
How could you tell - that something is wrong?
When you tear a page out of someone’s book
When you hear a song but you don’t get the hook …
How could you know – if the message gets through?
These are strange times
And you really wonder why
You’re always way too late
It is a strange land
The yellow-faced trickster holds the crown
He’s not a crackerjack
Never gonna give it back
When your compass needle is spinning ‘round
When you lose connection to the underground
How can you tell – above from below
When you spread a rumor with no truth inside
And your sources are all mystified
How can you deny it’s all conspiracy?
These are strange times
And you really wonder why
You’re always way too late
It is a strange land
The yellow-faced trickster holds the crown
He’s not a crackerjack
Never gonna give it back
With your bad habits (you’re) feelin’ good sometimes
How could you tell - that something is wrong?
When you tear a page out of someone’s book
When you hear a song but you don’t get the hook …
How could you know – if the message gets through?
These are strange times
And you really wonder why
You’re always way too late
It is a strange land
The yellow-faced trickster holds the crown
He’s not a crackerjack
Never gonna give it back
When your compass needle is spinning ‘round
When you lose connection to the underground
How can you tell – above from below
When you spread a rumor with no truth inside
And your sources are all mystified
How can you deny it’s all conspiracy?
These are strange times
And you really wonder why
You’re always way too late
It is a strange land
The yellow-faced trickster holds the crown
He’s not a crackerjack
Never gonna give it back