Dienstag, 5. August 2008
Montag, 4. August 2008
Sonntag, 3. August 2008
strange day III
manche tage sind so lang
und sind trotzdem so schnell vorüber
manche tage sind so lang
und sind trotzdem so schnell vorüber
manche tage sind so lang
und sind trotzdem so schnell vorüber
und sind trotzdem so schnell vorüber
Samstag, 2. August 2008
WEAEDNPB
Sixteen years,
Sixteen banners united over the fields
While the good shepherd grieves
Desperate men, desperate women divided,
Spreading their wings 'neath the falling leaves.
Fortune calls.
I stepped forth from the shadows, to the marketplace,
Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone down.
She's smelling sweet like the meadows where she was born,
On midsummer's eve, near the tower.
The cold-blooded moon.
The captain waits above the celebration
Sending his thoughts to a beloved maid
Whose ebony face is beyond communication.
The captain is down but still believing that his love will be repaid.
They shaved her head.
A messenger arrived with a black nightingale.
I seen her on the stairs and I couldn't help but follow,
Follow her down past the fountain where they lifted her veil.
I stumbled to my feet.
I rode past destruction in the ditches
With the stitches still mending 'neath a heart-shaped tattoo.
Renegade priests and treacherous young witches
Were handing out the flowers that I'd given to you.
The palace of mirrors
Where dog soldiers are reflected,
The endless road and the wailing of chimes,
The empty rooms where her memory is protected,
Where the angels' voices whisper to the souls of previous times.
She wakes him up
Forty-eight hours later, the sun is breaking
Near broken chains, mountain laurel and rolling rocks.
She's begging to know what measures he now will be taking
He's pulling her down and she's clutching on to his long golden locks.
Gentlemen, he said,
I don't need your organization, I've shined your shoes,
I've moved your mountains and marked your cards
But Eden is burning, either get brave for elimination
Or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards.
Peace will come
With tranquility and splendor on the wheels of fire
But will offer no reward when her false idols fall
And cruel death surrenders with its pale ghost retreating
Between the King and the Queen of Swords.
lyrics: bob dylan
Sixteen banners united over the fields
While the good shepherd grieves
Desperate men, desperate women divided,
Spreading their wings 'neath the falling leaves.
Fortune calls.
I stepped forth from the shadows, to the marketplace,
Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone down.
She's smelling sweet like the meadows where she was born,
On midsummer's eve, near the tower.
The cold-blooded moon.
The captain waits above the celebration
Sending his thoughts to a beloved maid
Whose ebony face is beyond communication.
The captain is down but still believing that his love will be repaid.
They shaved her head.
A messenger arrived with a black nightingale.
I seen her on the stairs and I couldn't help but follow,
Follow her down past the fountain where they lifted her veil.
I stumbled to my feet.
I rode past destruction in the ditches
With the stitches still mending 'neath a heart-shaped tattoo.
Renegade priests and treacherous young witches
Were handing out the flowers that I'd given to you.
The palace of mirrors
Where dog soldiers are reflected,
The endless road and the wailing of chimes,
The empty rooms where her memory is protected,
Where the angels' voices whisper to the souls of previous times.
She wakes him up
Forty-eight hours later, the sun is breaking
Near broken chains, mountain laurel and rolling rocks.
She's begging to know what measures he now will be taking
He's pulling her down and she's clutching on to his long golden locks.
Gentlemen, he said,
I don't need your organization, I've shined your shoes,
I've moved your mountains and marked your cards
But Eden is burning, either get brave for elimination
Or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards.
Peace will come
With tranquility and splendor on the wheels of fire
But will offer no reward when her false idols fall
And cruel death surrenders with its pale ghost retreating
Between the King and the Queen of Swords.
lyrics: bob dylan
Freitag, 1. August 2008
strange day II
ich bin so blöd , dass ich mich immer wieder mal von meiner eitelkeit und meiner neugier reinlegen lasse....nuvera, rosa mascherln auf arkaden....Donnerstag, 31. Juli 2008
strange day
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manche tage sind so kurz
und enden trotzdem nicht
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manche tage sind so kurz.............
und enden trotzdem nicht...........
und enden trotzdem nicht...........
dingle dongle webshop print.......
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manche tage sind so kurz
und enden trotzdem nicht
und enden trotzdem nicht
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Mittwoch, 30. Juli 2008
MKL
der Kreislauf war kurzzeitig gestört, gestockt, gestaut, sauer auf mich, überlastet...
hör die signale
folge dem ruf
Dienstag, 29. Juli 2008
DFTR
straße zu mir?straße in mich rein?
wo landet das ganze das da rauskommt?ausweg
........................einweg
meinweg
Montag, 28. Juli 2008
Sonntag, 27. Juli 2008
Freitag, 25. Juli 2008
R08FRNM
bodies in urban spaces - fotoprojekt
ausstellungslocation hainfeld für die ausstellung sind wir zu spät gekommen
Tabakhütte als KlangweltEröffnungskonzert: 25.7.2008, 20 Uhr
Donnerstag, 24. Juli 2008
TVN- bald nur frauen???!!!
Elisabeth's zauberhafte OrchideenblütenFotos auf dem Foto: Elisabeth Kees Kraus
Mittwoch, 23. Juli 2008
Falling Slowly
Falling Slowly
I don't know you
But I want you
All the more for that
Words fall through me
And always fool me
And I can't react
And games that never amount
To more than they're meant
Will play themselves out
Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
You've made it now
Falling slowly, eyes that know me
And I can't go back
Moods that take me and erase me
And I'm painted black
You have suffered enough
And warred with yourself
It's time that you won
Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you had a choice
You've made it now
Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you had a choice
You've made it now
Falling slowly sing your melody
I'll sing along
Dienstag, 22. Juli 2008
Du und Ich = manchmal Wir
Essen so wie heute - intensiv, geduldig, nervös, mißverständlich, verständnisvollWeggehn so wie früher - leicht, lustig, spannend, gelöst, aufregend, kindisch, laut
Montag, 21. Juli 2008
Sonntag, 20. Juli 2008
es ist gegessen....
DO FR SASO
ich lebe wieder, kann wieder weinen, das essen schmeckt mir, die blume blüht wieder, das lachen klingt wieder nach lachen, die nacht ist wieder meine freundin...
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