Sonntag, 27. Juni 2010
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Mittwoch, 16. Juni 2010
The Hunter
If travel is searching
and home what's been found
I'm not stopping
I'm going hunting
I'm the hunter
I'll bring back the goods
but I don't know when
I thought I could organise freedom
how Scandinavian of me
you sussed it out, didn't you?
You could smell it
so you left me on my own
to complete the mission
now I'm leaving it all behind
I'm going hunting : I'm the hunter
(You just didn't know me)
and home what's been found
I'm not stopping
I'm going hunting
I'm the hunter
I'll bring back the goods
but I don't know when
I thought I could organise freedom
how Scandinavian of me
you sussed it out, didn't you?
You could smell it
so you left me on my own
to complete the mission
now I'm leaving it all behind
I'm going hunting : I'm the hunter
(You just didn't know me)
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Montag, 14. Juni 2010
Grau
Wo bleibt mir meine Luft?
Ein grauer Schleier legt sich um das Organ
und es zieht sich zusammen wie ein trockener Schwamm.
Die Asche dringt in jede Faser ein und ich verliere mich
in der Wunderschönheit des abendlichen Blätterdaches,
das über uns wacht, hinauf zur Frische der grenzenlosen Luft.
Durch meinen Rachen wird es
Grau.
Sonntag, 13. Juni 2010
Samstag, 12. Juni 2010
Donnerstag, 10. Juni 2010
Dienstag, 8. Juni 2010
Momma's Place
So you think you know it all
But that's just the arrogance of youth
I've been there and I've done it, baby
I'm tellin' you the truth
Your Momma was a tear away
I used to think I knew it all
Thought I could play the game and not get played, no
But then the fall.
Don't you go pull a fast one
I used to be an awful rascal
Do you think you invented being bad?
I used to be a real rough-hewn
But had to become a tough one
Do you think you invented being bad?
But that's just the arrogance of youth
I've been there and I've done it, baby
I'm tellin' you the truth
Your Momma was a tear away
I used to think I knew it all
Thought I could play the game and not get played, no
But then the fall.
Don't you go pull a fast one
I used to be an awful rascal
Do you think you invented being bad?
I used to be a real rough-hewn
But had to become a tough one
Do you think you invented being bad?
Sonntag, 6. Juni 2010
Samstag, 5. Juni 2010
Space Oddity
Ground control to major Tom
Take your protein pills and put your helmet on
Commencing countdown, engines on
Check ignition
Now it's time to leave the capsule
I'm stepping through the doof
And I'm floating in a most peculiar way
And the stars look very different today
Here am I floatin' 'round my tin can far above the world
Planet Earth is blue and there's nothing I can do
Though I'm past one hundred thousand miles, I'm feeling very still
And I think my spaceship knows which way to go
Can you hear me, major Tom?
Can you hear me, major Tom?
Can you hear me, major Tom?
Can you...
Here am I sitting in my tin can far above the Moon
Planet Earth is blue and there's nothing I can do
Take your protein pills and put your helmet on
Commencing countdown, engines on
Check ignition
Now it's time to leave the capsule
I'm stepping through the doof
And I'm floating in a most peculiar way
And the stars look very different today
Here am I floatin' 'round my tin can far above the world
Planet Earth is blue and there's nothing I can do
Though I'm past one hundred thousand miles, I'm feeling very still
And I think my spaceship knows which way to go
Can you hear me, major Tom?
Can you hear me, major Tom?
Can you hear me, major Tom?
Can you...
Here am I sitting in my tin can far above the Moon
Planet Earth is blue and there's nothing I can do
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Donnerstag, 3. Juni 2010
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