| Titel | Perfect Day |
| Komposition | Michael Mann, 2009 |
| Originalinterpret | Waiting For Louise |
| Klicks | 676 |
| Info | Tagebuch eines Liedes: eine schöne, wenn auch nicht ungewöhnliche Akkordefolge entsteht beim Herumprobieren und wird mit dem ZOOM festgehalten. "Klingt das nicht ein wenig nach Stadionrock?" fragt sich der skeptische Rock'n'Roller |
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Met that little girl
On a Friday morning
In the big store, standing behind the counter
She took my pick-up-ticket
and gave me her smile
She told me that this was her first day
She was not sure
if she was doin’
everything alright
I told her “Don’t worry,
‘cause nobody’s perfect
Even on a perfect day”
So the smile of that girl
started my perfect day
While the weather was getting better and better
I started a ride on my motorbike
I went down to the second hand record store
I wasn’t searchin’ for something special
Just scrolling through the vinyl stacks
When I found that record back from 1969
It was “Travelin’”
by the Savage Rose
Although I must admit
I never have been
searchin’ for it
That pretty little record
brightened up my perfect day
Back on my motor bike
I took the long way home
Cruisin’ down the alleys,
the green fields passing by
When the warm wind was blowing round my face
I felt I was on top of the highest place
Then I realized:
this was just a perfect day
Just takin’ a ride on a perfect day
Just takin’ a ride on a perfect day
On a Friday morning
In the big store, standing behind the counter
She took my pick-up-ticket
and gave me her smile
She told me that this was her first day
She was not sure
if she was doin’
everything alright
I told her “Don’t worry,
‘cause nobody’s perfect
Even on a perfect day”
So the smile of that girl
started my perfect day
While the weather was getting better and better
I started a ride on my motorbike
I went down to the second hand record store
I wasn’t searchin’ for something special
Just scrolling through the vinyl stacks
When I found that record back from 1969
It was “Travelin’”
by the Savage Rose
Although I must admit
I never have been
searchin’ for it
That pretty little record
brightened up my perfect day
Back on my motor bike
I took the long way home
Cruisin’ down the alleys,
the green fields passing by
When the warm wind was blowing round my face
I felt I was on top of the highest place
Then I realized:
this was just a perfect day
Just takin’ a ride on a perfect day
Just takin’ a ride on a perfect day