1. 30 05 2006 08:12

    PAL

    pal

    In Ois Guade | 2 Comments
  2. 30 05 2006 08:08

    whiskey

    und dazu “waves of grain”

    Pray betray the deceased,
    such an infamous freedom, such a militant peace.
    How dare they distrust, do they know who we are?
    And Your progeny’s brave,
    their tract houses waiting, pre-plucked and pre-paved:
    To the ends of the Earth, wife, kids and a car.

    But oh no, no, I see them falling.
    Let’s all pray for rain, Let’s all pray for rain.
    And all your children are reared by panic and fear.
    But what when all your fields are rotten,
    your waves of grain, amber waves of grain?
    And your word is yet done: Inbreed us ’till we’re all the same.

    And Your collection of tongues,
    you keep framed in your parlour, with your bibles and guns,
    the fetus of Christ with a fistful of scars.
    And your vision is clear,
    while you blind your own kind in a curtain of fear,
    your words twisted skywards distracted by stars.

    But oh, no, no, the sky is falling.
    Let’s all pray for rain, Let’s all pray for rain.
    And you pour out your prayers and weep ‘cuase you care.
    But what when all your fields are rotten,
    your waves of grain, amber waves of grain?
    And you hide the dead while my friends head to die in your name.

    And This playground is yours
    spoke God when you met, behind closed doors.
    Gesture your hand and the pawns shall subside
    And though you play alone,
    you never get lonely, you never get bored.
    Who needs a friend when God’s on your side?

    But oh, no, no, I see them falling.
    Let’s all pray for rain, Let’s all pray for rain.
    And even I can’t pretend we’re not near the end.
    But what when all your fields are rotten,
    your waves of grain, amber waves of grain?
    When your days are done, I hope you’ve had fun with your game.

    And you accepted as fact:
    Behold a white horse, with you on it’s back,
    a bow in your hand, a crown through your hair.
    And the oceans shall rise
    and slap on the shores of mountainsides.
    Great waves of progress shall wet the air.

    But oh, no, no, the sky is falling.
    Let’s all pray for rain, Let’s all pray for rain.
    And you fools in the back with your heads in your hats,
    What when all your fields are rotten,
    your waves of grain, amber waves of grain?
    And my words won’t be done, they’ll never be done ’till the end.

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  3. 29 05 2006 09:19

    money left to burn

    1 “Nightsongs [US-Import]”
    Stars; CD;

    1 “Heart”
    Stars; CD;

    1 “American 3-Solitary Man”
    Johnny Cash; CD;

    1 “Fishscale”
    Ghostface Killah; CD;

    1 “Keine Lieder über Liebe”
    Florian Lukas; DVD;

    1 “Personal Files”
    Johnny Cash; CD;

    1 “Aufstand im Schlaraffenland”
    Deichkind; CD;

    1 “Walk the line (Special Edition, 2 DVDs)”
    Joaquin Phoenix; DVD;

    1 “Bending the Willow”
    Sometree; CD;

    irgendwo muss das geld ja hin, nicht dass es schlecht wird…

    In Amazon, Musik | No Comments
  4. 24 05 2006 07:19

    Bob Dylan

    65 schon..
    bob dylan

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  5. 22 05 2006 07:51

    Morrisey

    47 wird der gute…

    In Ois Guade | 1 Comment
  6. 19 05 2006 10:42

    vollkommen logisch

    das Wetter heute verlangt einfach nach einem Hut!

    In alltag | 2 Comments
  7. 15 05 2006 18:56

    Wieder Bilder

    am Wochenende viele Bilder gemacht und wieder eines dabei mit dem ich wirklich zufrieden bin

    bild

    bild

    bild

    bild

    bild

    bild

    bild

    In Bilder, Foto | 1 Comment
  8. 10 05 2006 06:34

    Makro

    mal ein wenig rumgespielt… naja

    blume

    blume

    In Bilder, Foto | No Comments
  9. 09 05 2006 16:14

    Pi

    Pi & taktlo$$ morgen Backstage, und ratet mal wer auf der Gaesteliste steht….yeeeehaaaa

    In Musik | 3 Comments
  10. 08 05 2006 07:54

    time for heroes

    Did you see the stylish kids in the riot
    We were shovelled up like muck
    Set the night on fire
    Wombles bleed truncheons and shields
    You know I cherish you my love

    But there’s a rumour spread nasty disease around town
    Caught round the houses with your trousers down
    A headrush in the bush
    You know I cherish you my love
    Oh how i cherish you my love

    Tell me what can you want now you’ve got it all
    The whole scene is obscene
    Time will strip it away
    A year and a day
    And Bill Bones
    Bill Bones knows what I mean
    He knows it’s eating, it’s chewing me up
    It’s not right for young lungs to be coughing up blood
    Oh it’s all
    It’s all in my hands
    And its all up the walls

    Well the stale chips are up and the hopes stakes are down
    Its these ignorant faces that bring this town down
    Yeah I sighed and sunken with pride
    I passed myself down on my knees
    Yes I passed myself down on my knees

    Now tell me what can you want now you’ve got it all
    The whole scene is obscene
    Time will strip it away
    A year and a day
    And Bill Bones
    Bill Bones knows what I mean
    There are fewer more distressing sights than that
    Of an Englishman in a baseball cap
    Yeah we’ll die in the class we were born
    That’s a class of our own my love
    A class of our own my love

    Did you see the stylish kids in the riot
    We were shovelled up like muck
    Then set the night on fire
    Wombles bleed truncheons and shields
    You know I cherish you my love
    Oh how I cherish you my love.

    Posting von Peter zu den sog Babyshambles Sessions 2003

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