Freitag, 12. Dezember 2008
"was muss, muss"
in times like this.
we promised not to moan about the privileged life we have.
we promised not to cry.
we promised not to lie.
but in times like this, it's hard to stick on to your own values.
when all you want is a little cave, where you can hide.
from the world.....
in times like this.
everyone tries to cheer you up.
when all you want is a cup.
full of hope.
but all you have is cup in a box full of memories.
in times like this.
don't be nostalgic.
about the old days.
and better lifes.
now it's the future.
in times like this.
take your box with the cup and the memories.
put it away.
in times like this.
putting it away doesn't mean to forget.
you put it away to keep it.
as you always wanted it to be.
no memory. but the life you lived.
in times like this.
we promise again no to moan.
stop. don't stop. move on.
we open up a box full of cookies.
in times like this it's all we want.
we promised not to moan about the privileged life we have.
we promised not to cry.
we promised not to lie.
but in times like this, it's hard to stick on to your own values.
when all you want is a little cave, where you can hide.
from the world.....
in times like this.
everyone tries to cheer you up.
when all you want is a cup.
full of hope.
but all you have is cup in a box full of memories.
in times like this.
don't be nostalgic.
about the old days.
and better lifes.
now it's the future.
in times like this.
take your box with the cup and the memories.
put it away.
in times like this.
putting it away doesn't mean to forget.
you put it away to keep it.
as you always wanted it to be.
no memory. but the life you lived.
in times like this.
we promise again no to moan.
stop. don't stop. move on.
we open up a box full of cookies.
in times like this it's all we want.
Freitag, 21. November 2008
winter
ein grausamer morgen.
mein erster schnee in berlin.
die stadt ist kalt und grau.
die stadt und ihre sorgen.
werden zu meinen.
gestern noch gelacht.
heute schon wieder betrübt.
die angst setzt ein.
ich weiß nicht ob es genügt.
die stadt und der schnee.
ein leben an der spree.
du willst dass ich geh?
geh schnee, geh spree, geh berlin, geh alles.
und ich bleib.
mein erster schnee in berlin.
die stadt ist kalt und grau.
die stadt und ihre sorgen.
werden zu meinen.
gestern noch gelacht.
heute schon wieder betrübt.
die angst setzt ein.
ich weiß nicht ob es genügt.
die stadt und der schnee.
ein leben an der spree.
du willst dass ich geh?
geh schnee, geh spree, geh berlin, geh alles.
und ich bleib.
Dienstag, 18. November 2008
herbst
Montag, 17. November 2008
viele grüße aus dem absurditätenkarussell der marktforschung
swindle, faking, lying.
i almost started crying
but we have to deal with it,
because earning money is always eating shit.
i almost started crying
but we have to deal with it,
because earning money is always eating shit.
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