have faith
have faith
in the blue
lady

strange how
the ears ring
after a night
of wrongdoing

strange how
the arms sting
when you're left
holding nothing

you need contact daily
your conscience is failing
and you already love her





thanks to symmetry.

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scarred
your back was turned
curled like an embryo
take another face
you will be kissed again
i was cold as i mouthed the words
and crawled across the mirror

i wait
await the next breath
your name
like ice into my heart

a shallow grave
a monument to the ruined age
ice in my eyes
and eyes like ice don't move
screaming at the moon
another past time

your name
like ice into my heart

everything as cold as life
can no-one save you?
everything
as cold as silence
and you will never say a word

your name
like ice into my heart

ein lieblingslied einer lieblingsband auf dem soundtrack meines lebens.

O.K., you say I'm ignorant
FUCK YOU you got no right to judge me
YOU THINK I can't think for myself
FUCK YOU my mind is clearer than yours is
at least my mind isn't clogged
as bad as yours is, I'm getting
pretty numb to society's ways
YOU are just a hypocrite
CAN'T WAIT for my chance to get back at you
YOU'RE RIGHT you're part of the majority
FUCK YOU I see right through you
all your standards getting
drilled into my head, I think
your world is not as perfect
as
you
think





und hier meine Nachdichtung:

ok. du meinst vielleicht, ich sei dumm -
leck mich doch! woher nimmst du dir das recht, über mich sowas zu sagen?
Du meinst, ich hätte keine Ahnung von NIX
aber fick dich doch! ich hab' den Durchblick - du nicht!

immerhin leide ich nicht so unter Kopf-Verstopfung wie du,
ja genau, ich bin gegen die Gesellschaft nämlich völlig abgestumpft.

Du bist ein totaler Heuchler
Ich kann kaum erwarten es dir heimzahlen zu können
Klar, du gehörst zur Mehrheit und Masse
aber leck mich, ich durchschaue dich und all diesen Konsens-Mist, der in meinen Kopf geballert werden soll.
Und glaube mir, deine Welt ist nicht annähernd perfekt, auch wenn du das vielleicht denkst.

--> eine Urban Waste-Seite

I'm gonna be moving
away pretty quick
the trends that I see
are getting me sick
I used to hang out
the people were cool
now kids put their boots on
when they get out of school
Public Opinion
is making me die
the shit that I see
is making me die,
maybe it's time
to say goodbye

i'm not into punkrock
i'm not into hardcore
don't try to label me
PUBLIC OPINION

if you really wanna do find out
You'll ask me what i'm about
maybe i'm just crazy
and don't want to be
figured out


(möglich auch, dass es heißt: and don't want to think - figure it out! -- das würde auf die heutigen kids auf jeden fall passen!!!)

masche hier, legen und dann was weiss ich... das macht dann:

handgestrickt.de

na dann! handgestrickt! ich hätts aber lieber gern gehäkelt.

I know your name
I know the people out there feel the same
I know you're gone
I hope you've got some friends to come along

I know you're out there
I know you're gone
You can't say that's fair
Can't you be wrong?

I feel ok
Sure, I know that's not what people say
Maybe they're wrong
Maybe you weren't on my side all along

I know you're out there
I know you're gone
You can't say that's fair
Can't you be wrong?

I know you're out there
You're still a case
It's still the place
Weren't you invited?
It's what you can't spare
Whatever's left, just hide the rest
And bring it right in

I know it's sick
I know you think again it's just a trick
Maybe I've changed
Just tell me was this all in vain?

I know you're out there
I know this face it's not erased
Weren't you invited?
It's what you can't spare
Whatever's left, just hide the rest
And bring it right in

Maintained inside
I've lost my range
Feeling strange
Weren't you invited?
Just never tried
It's still the place
You're still the case
Now bring it right in

Ich liebe diesen Song, erstens, weil er total schön ist, super Mukke und zweitens, weil unser J Mascis auch noch schöne Texte schreibt...

"Maintained inside
I've lost my range
Feeling strange
Weren't you invited?"

sei noch sinnloser, als der Fußball selbst, soll Martin Walser mal gesagt haben.

Noch sinnloser? Das ist ein Hyperlativ. Also gehe ich davon aus, dass der gute Martin das _ironisch_ gemeint hat. Denn sicher weiß er, dass einige Leute denken, Fussball sei eine Sache auf Tod und Leben. Und er weiss auch, dass wiederum andere Leute glauben, es sei noch viel ernster, als das...

Ich kann mich da nicht anschließen. Ich halte es wie Jack Charlton:

"Erzählt mir nichts von Fussball-Geheimnissen. Der Ball muss aus unserer Hälfte und in das andere Tor."