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Mordlust? Überzeugung? Rachsucht? Auftrag? Eifersucht? Verzweiflung? Pure Böswilligkeit?
Songs über Damen, die auf die eine oder andere Art zur Waffe griffen um dem Leben von anderen ein Leben zu bereiten.
Zu Gast im Studio: Fake Mistress (Olivia Pils) mit ihrem Album “Great True Crime Stories”

Here the Songs to sing along:
Aileen Wuornos (Fake Mistress)

What is a murder for love
what is a murder for freedom
no money no sex
no money no love
no money no freedom
love for sale
cheap as hell
hell for me
love for you
love money cant buy
i had a dream
noone can stop my dream

Come come come love
kiss kiss me hot
hit hit me not
or i shoot with blood

streets and cars
trucks and drivers
love for sale
cheap as hell
hell for me
love for you
a man is a man only dead a good man
hell for you!

Come come come love
kiss kiss me hot
hit hit me not
or i shoot with blood

It is a pain you see to run the streets for money
fuck for money

a man is a man only dead a good man
a woman is a woman only love for a woman
you are my fantasie
you
for you i will climb mountains and hills
you can save me save me from eternity

Good Bye Earl (The Dixie Chicks)
Mary Anne and Wanda were the best of friends
All through their high school days
Both members of the 4H Club
Both active in the FFA

After graduation Mary Anne went out
lookin’ for a bright new world
Wanda looked all around this town
and all she found was Earl

Well, it wasn’t two weeks
after she got married that
Wanda started gettin’ abused
She put on dark glasses
and long sleeved blouses
And make-up to cover her bruise

Well, she finally got the nerve to file for divorce
She let the law take it from there
But Earl walked right through that restraining order
And put her in intensive care

Right away Mary Anne flew in from Atlanta
On a red eye midnight flight
She held Wanda’s hand and they worked out a plan
And it didn’t take them long to decide
That Earl had to die

Goodbye, Earl
Those black-eyed peas?
They tasted all right to me, Earl
You’re feeling weak?
Why don’t you lay down and sleep, Earl
Ain’t it dark?
Wrapped up in that tarp, Earl

The cops came by to bring Earl in
They searched the house high and low
Then they tipped their hats
and said “Thank You, ladies, if you hear from him let us know”

Well, the weeks went by and spring turned to summer
And summer faded into fall
And it turns out he was a missing person
who nobody missed at all

So the girls bought some land
and a roadside stand
Out on Highway 109
They sell Tennessee ham
and strawberry jam,
And they don’t lose any sleep at night
‘Cause Earl had to die

Goodbye Earl
We need a break
Let’s go out to the lake, Earl
We’ll pack a lunch
And stuff you in the trunk, Earl
Well, is that all right?
Good! Let’s go for a ride, Earl.
 Hey

Well, hey hey hey
Ah, hey hey hey
Well, hey hey hey

The Ballad of Mairead Farell (Senchai and the Unity Squad)
Do not stand at my grave,
I am not there I do not sleep,
Do not stand and my grave and cry,
When Ireland lives I do not die.

A woman’s place is not at home,
The fight for freedom it still goes on,
I took up my gun until freedoms day,
I pledged to fight for the I.R.A.

In Armagh jail I served my time,
Strip searches were a British crime,
Degraded me but they could not see,
I’d suffer this to see Ireland free.

Gibraltar was the place I died,
McCann and Savage were by my side,
I heard the order so loud and shrill,
Of Thatchers voice, said shoot to kill.

So do not stand at my grave,
I am not there I do not sleep,
Do not stand and my grave and cry,
When Ireland lives I do not die.

Mary Hamilton (Joan Baez)
Word is to the kitchen gone, and word is to the hall
And word is up to madam the queen, and that’s the worst of all
That Mary Hamilton has borne a babe
To the highest stuart of all

Oh rise, arise Mary Hamilton
Arise and tell to me
What thou hast done with thy wee babe
I saw and heard weep by thee

I put him in a tiny boat
And cast him out to sea
That he might sink or he might swim
But he’d never come back to me

Oh rise arise Mary Hamilton
Arise and come with me
There is a wedding in Glasgow town
This night we’ll go and see

She put not on her robes of black
Nor her robes of brown
But she put on her robes of white
To ride into Glasgow town

And as she rode into Glasgow town
The city for to see
The bailiff’s wife and the provost’s wife
Cried alack and alas for thee

Oh you need not weep for me she cried
You need not week for me
For had I not slain my own wee babe
This death I would not dee

Oh little did my mother think
When first she cradled me
The lands I was to travel in
And the death I was to dee

Last night I washed the queen’s feet
Put the gold in her hair
And the only reward I find for this
The gallows to be my share

Cast off, cast off my gown, she cried
But let my petticoat be
And tie a napkin round my face
The gallows, I would not see

Then by them come the king himself
Looked up with a pitiful eye
Come down, come down Mary Hamilton
Tonight you will dine with me

Oh hold your tongue, my sovereign liege
And let your folly be
For if you’d a mind to save my life
You’d never have shamed me here

Last night there were four Marys
Tonight there’ll be but three
It was Mary Beaton and Mary Seton
And Mary Carmichael and me

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