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Weihnachtsspecial #4 - Signiertes Buch von Nick Cave »Der Tod des Bunny Munro«
Heute könnt ihr etwas recht exklusives gewinnen. Mit »Der Tod des Bunny Munro« veröffentlicht Nick Cave seinen zweiten Roman. Der Verlag Kiepenheuer & Witsch hat mir eine signierte Ausgabe dieses Werkes zur Verlosung freigegeben. Das ist in sofern spannend, weil Herr Cave sonst eher ungerne signiert. Spannend klingt aber auch der Inhalt.
Klappentext zu »Der Tod des Bunny Munro«
»Bunny Munro verkauft an der Südküste Englands einsamen Ehefrauen Kosmetikartikel und den Traum vom Glück. Durch den plötzlichen Tod seiner Frau aus der Bahn geworfen und aus Angst, den Boden unter den Füßen zu verlieren, tut er das Einzige, das ihm sinnvoll erscheint: Er steigt mit seinem Sohn ins Auto und fährt einfach los. Während Bunny seinem Job nachgeht und bisweilen vor eifersüchtigen Ehemännern fliehen muss, sitzt der neunjährige Bunny junior geduldig im Auto und betrachtet die Welt durch die Augen seiner Enzyklopädie, die er eifrig studiert. Ihn tröstet allein seine Mutter, die ihm als guter Geist verheißt, dass alles gut werden wird. Als Bunny seinen altersschwachen Vater aufsucht, dessen Boshaftigkeit legendär ist, scheint der letzte Tag in seinem Leben gekommen.«
Gewinnen
Da dieses Buch nur bei wahren Fans gut aufgehoben ist, zitiert in den Kommentaren eure Lieblingszeilen von Nick Cave. Dazu habt ihr bis morgen früh um 10 Uhr Zeit (Donnerstag, 03.12.09). Der oder die Gewinnerin wird nach dem Zufallsprinzip gezogen. Viel Glück ;)
Nick Cave mit The Birthday Party »Nick The Stripper«
Ich möchte die Gelegenheit nutzen, um auf dieses unfassbare Meisterwerk völlig durchgeknallter Musik hinzuweisen. Aus dem Jahre 1981…
Weitere Infos zu »Der Tod des Bunny Munro«
Auf der Website des Verlages findet ihr weitere Infos zum Buch, Ausschnitte aus Lesungen und eine Bestellmöglichkeit, falls es mit dem Gewinnen hier nicht klappen sollte.
Fotocredit: © Gavin Evans
Der Gewinner
Gewonnen hat das signierte Buch von Nick Cave: Pascal (Am 2. Dezember 2009 um 11:10 Uhr). Viel Spaß damit.
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also ich nehms gerne wenns anscheinend niemand haben will….
@Julian, erstens ging das Ding gerade erst online, zweitens solltest du bei ernsthaftem Interesse auch den Text lesen…
There she goes, my beautiful world
Die Sonne, daß weiß ich noch, kämpfte mit einem Rudel fetter Wattewolken, und die Schatten kamen und gingen und kamen und gingen, bis die verhüllte Nacht sie alle miteinander einsackte.
Hey, das wird ja immer besser das Weihnachtsspecial! Das Buch steht auch schon auf meiner Wunschliste, dann probier ich doch mal mein Glück…
Meine Lieblingsverse von Nick Cave:
“On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
As he stood smiling above me with a rock in his fist”
They call me the wild rose
I waved to my neighbour
My neighbour waved to me
But my neighbour
Is my enemy
In diesem speziellem Posting gilt das auch für alle Kommentatoren um mich rum ;-)
Gruß
Stefan
Ist zwar ein bisschen makaber, aber ich liebe die Murder Ballads einfach:
Somewhere she lies, this lovely creature
Beneath the slow drifting sands
With her hair full of ribbons
And green gloves on her hands
L is for LOVE, baby
O is for ONLY you that I do
V is for loving VIRTUALLY all that you are
E is for loving almost EVERYTHING that you do
R is for RAPE me
M is for MURDER me
A is for ANSWERING all of my prayers
N is for KNOWING your loverman’s going to
be the answer to all of yours
[Nach dem Abschicken wird mir sicher noch eine andere Stelle einfallen, die ich noch viel besser finde, aber ich werde trotzdem nur einmal teilnehmen. Versprochen.]
The tears are welling in my eyes again
I need twenty big buckets to catch them in
Twenty pretty girls to carry them down
Twenty deep holes to bury them in
The tears are welling in my eyes again
I need twenty big buckets to catch them in
Twenty pretty girls to carry them down
Twenty deep holes to bury them in…
Der Refrain zu “The Mercy Seat” lautet
“And I’m not afraid to die.”
Der Song endet dann mit dem Satz
“But I’m afraid I told a lie.”
Der Mann erzählt einfach eine starke Geschichte.
Wow, als Fan von Nick Cave kann ich folgendes Lieblingszitat beisteuern:
“The thing about being young is that you think you’re the final product of evolution. You are invincible. And nothing can hurt you. And people don’t count. Ah, the solipsism of youth.”
Well, I don’t know what it is but there’s definitely something going on upstairs.
But there are some things love won’t allow
I held her hand but I don’t hold it now
I don’t know why and I don’t know how
But she’s nobody’s baby now.
Allerdings finde ich, das mein Vorkommentator das Ding verdient hätte. Fantastischer Text.
Öhm. Huch. Da kam jetzt wer dazwischen. Ich meinte Robert…
(Dieser Kommentar will nicht am Gewinnspiel teilnehmen)
“Amateurs, dilettantes, hacks, cowboys, clones
The streets groan with little Caesars, Napoleons and cunts
With their building blocks and their tiny plastic phones
Counting on their fingers, with crumbs down their fronts”
Aus “Darker With the Day” auf der Platte “No More Shall We Part”. Großartiges Album!
Eigentlich
“O baby please don’t cry
And try to keep
Your little head upon my shoulder
Now go to sleep”
aber da er ein Lied über meinen Geburtsort hat natürlich
“The sea would crash about us
The waves would lash about us
I’ll be your Rock of Gibraltar”
:-)
Mir gefällt am besten von “Supernaturally” folgende Textpassage:
Once I was your hearts desire
Now I am the ape hunkered by the fire
With my knuckles dragging through the mire
You float by so majestically
You’re my north, my south, my east, my west
You are the girl that I love best
With an army of tanks bursting from your chest
I wave my little white flag at thee
Passend zu Weihnachten (more or less ;)):
“We’re under fifteen feet of pure white snow” - Auf jeden Fall ein toller Song. Und über den signierten Roman würde ich mich sehr freuen!
The horse says it, the pig says it
The judge in his wig says it
The fox and the rabbit
And the nun in her habit says
Babe, I’m on fire
Babe, I’m on fire
OK, bin dabei :-)
LG Frank
The door it opened just a crack,
but Love was shrewed and bold.
My life flashed before my eyes,
it was a horror to behold.
A life-sentence sweeping confetti from the floor of a concrete hole
“see the little cloud up in the sky
it’s a good good day today
see the little cloud pass on by
it’s a good good day today”
…
“there can be times
when no things come together
under a clear sky and you can believe
you hold your breath for this moment
but do not breathe for this day alone”
…
Ist zwar ein Cover - aber besser geht es für mich nicht:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wHFZ6-NnDxU
Papa Won’t Leave You Henry,
wegen folgenden Zeilen:
Well it’s into the shame
And it’s into the guilt
And it’s into the fucking fray.
And the walls ran red around me
A warm arterial spray…
With the rain on my face
There is no place that I belong
Did you forget this fucking singer so soon?
And did you forget my song?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - The Singer // The Singer
“Let there be no sadness, no sorrow,
Let there be no road too narrow,
There’ll be a new day, and it’s today,
For all of us.”
Weil ich schon lange mal ein Nick Cave Buch lesen wollte.
And I don’t believe in the existence of angels
But looking at you I wonder if that’s true
Oh! God! Please let me die beneath her fists!
We watched our friends grow up together
And we saw them as they fell
Some of them fell into heaven
And some of them fell into hell
I don’t believe in an interventionist God
But I know, darling, that you do
But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Call me up, baby, and I will answer your call
Call me up but remember I am no use to you at all
(Still in Love, auf der Nocturama)
Now she’s in the kitchen, rattling those pots and pans
I’d cook him something nice, she said, but he refuses to wash his hands
He used to be so good to me, now he smells so fucking bad
There is a dead man in my bed, she said
I keep poking at him with my stick
But his skin is just so fucking thick
There’s a dead man in my bed
Then she drew the curtains down
And said, “When will you ever learn
That what happens there beyond the glass
Is simply none of your concern?
The thing about being young is that you think you’re the final product of evolution. You are invincible. And nothing can hurt you. And people don’t count. Ah, the solipsism of youth…
“It was his brother who tore the caul on that, the morning of their birth, and as if that sole act of assertion was to set an inverted precedent for inertia in his life to come, Euchrid, then unnamend, clutched ahold of his brother’s heels and slopped into the world with all the glory of an uninvited guest.”
Schickes Cover! Das Buch würde sich ganz hervorragend in meinem Bücherregal machen, neben Caves Debütroman “And the ass saw the angel”.
I waved to my neighbour my neighbour waved to me
but my neighbour is my enemy
“Don’t it make you feel so sad
don’t the blood rush to your feet
to think that everything you do today
tomorrow is obsolete”
[More news from nowhere]
Ich mag ja ansich keine schlechten Früchte ausser Äpfel:
Just remember that death is not the end
And all your dreams have vanished
And you don’t know what’s up the bend
There are those of us not fit to tie
The laces of your shoes
Must remain behind to testify
Through an elementary blues
(Let the Bells ring)
dafür würd ich sterben! sterben, verstehste?!!!!
*fleh*
achso, hier ein zitat:
“come sale your ships around me
and burn your bridges down.
we make a little history baby
everytime you crawlin´ around.”
They call me the wild rose ;)
The thing about being young is that you think you’re the final product of evolution. You are invincible. And nothing can hurt you. And people don’t count. Ah, the solipsism of youth
O Warden, I surender to you,
Your fists cain’t hurt me anymore,
You know, these hands will never wash,
These dirty Death Row floors.
O You kings of halls and ends of halls,
You will die within these walls,
And I’ll go, all down the row,
Knockin’ on Joe.
All things move toward their end
I knew before I met her that I would lose her
I swear I made every effort to be good to her
I made every effort not to abuse her
Crazy bracelets on her wrists and her ankles
And the bells from the chapel go jingle-jangle
Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me wegen der unglaublichen Kraft, die dieses Lied hat, auch nach all den Jahren.
On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
And I kissed her goodbye, said, “All beauty must die”
And I lent down and planted a rose between her teeth
*will haben*
ich nehms gerne!
“And leave the dead beneath the ground so cold
For god is in this hand that I hold”
(Gates to the garden)
Outside my window the world has gone to war
Are you the one that I’ve been waiting for?
Das ist echt schwierig- sich festzulegen. Zuerst wollte ich ja ein paar Zeilen von Stagger Lee posten. Aber dann fiel mir ein, dass der Song gar nicht von Cave selbst ist sondern auf die Songsters, schwarzen Wandersänger, zurück geht und von John Hurt erstmals aufgenommen wurde. Also deswegen hier der Anfang von Into my arms. Das passt auch mehr in die harmonische Vorweihnachtszeit.
I don’t believe in an interventionist God
But I know, darling, that you do
But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Not to touch a hair on your head
To leave you as you are
And if He felt He had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms
Beste Grüße und frohe Weihnachten (danach heißt es wieder “all beauty must die” aus where the wild roses grow, was ja auch kein reiner cave song ist)
Robert
Der Robert hat den Loverman leider schon, ist aber trotzdem mein Lieblingstext:
M is for MURDER me
A is for ANSWERING all of my prayers
N is for KNOWING your loverman’s going to
And the ass saw the angel.
Irgendwie schön.
Und nun gibt mir das Buch.
Out of sorrow entire worlds have been built
Out of longing great wonders have been willed
They’re only little tears, darling, let them spill
And lay your head upon my shoulder
Outside my window, the world has gone to war
Are you the one that I’ve been waiting for?
(Are you the one that I’ve been waiting for?)
Hallo. Da möcht ich mich doch auch gleich mal in der Hoffnung das exklusive Stück zu gewinnen in die Liste mit einreihen. Zitate aus Songtexten gibt es zu hunderten - da kann ich mich nicht entscheiden. Und einfach nur über Google ein tolles Zitat suchen mag ich auch nicht und würde Cave nicht gerecht werden. Daher mein Beitrag der Titel seines neuen Werkes. Denn allein der Titel, das Cover und der Klappentext machen mich so neugierig und lässt bereits jetzt schon die Begeisterung für Nick Cave weiter wachsen. Eine coole Sau!
Also daher mein Zitata: “Der Tod des Bunny Munro”
Auf dem Wunschzettel landet das Buch in jedem Fall! Grüße, Gordon
“Sooner or later, you’re going to get eaten” Cannibal’s Hymn ^^
I loved her then, I guess I love her still
Hers is the face I see when a certain mood moves in
She lives in my blood and skin
Her wild feral stare, her dark hair
Her winter lips as cold as stone
Yeah, I was her man
But there are some things love won’t allow
I held her hand but I don’t hold it now
I don’t know why and I don’t know how
But she’s nobody’s baby now
One more time
Heaven has denied us its kingdom
The saints are drunk howling at the moon
The chariots of angels are colliding
Well, I’ll run, babe, but I’ll come running
Straight to you
get ready for love!
Come on, admit it, babe
It´s a wonderful life
If you can find it
sehr wahr.
Fingers down the throat of love! Love! Love!
you are always on my mind…
Na da muss man ja mitmachen. Hab von ihm auch schon “Und die Eselin sah den Engel” gelesen und war davon begeistert.
Aber das Lieblingszitat ist dann doch aus “Loverman”:
Loverman! Till the bitter end
While empires burn down Forever and ever
and ever and ever Amen I’m your loverman
So help me, baby So help me
Cause I am what I am what I am what I am
I’ll be your loverman!
Money, man, it is a bitch
The poor, they spoil it for the rich
Would you please put down that telephone
We’re under fifteen feet of pure white snow
you were my lover
you were my friend
there never was no other
on whom I could depend
then we came along this road..
Von Nick Caves Band Grinderman der Song ‘No Pussy Blues’:
“I got the no pussy blues / seems I was wrong with the flowers”
Ein wunderbarer Song über den Eifer des Mannes, die Frau zu bekommen. Klar auf den Punkt gebracht worums geht. Großartig! Schöner kann das Scheitern nicht beschrieben werden.
they call me the wild roses
We’re under fifteen feet of pure white snow.
Frohes Fest!
Aus “Straight to you”, großartiger Song:
Heaven has denied us its kingdom
The saints are drunk howling at the moon
The chariots of angels are colliding
Well I’ll run babe but I’ll come running
Straight to you…
For you dear, I was born
For you I was raised up
For you I’ve lived and for you I will die
For you I am dying now
You were my mad little lover
Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down
We make a little history, baby
Every time you come around
The Lyre of Orpheus
Look what I’ve made, cried Orpheus
And he plucked a gentle note
Eurydice’s eyes popped from their sockets
And her tongue burst through her throat
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee
I can’t get down and I won’t get down
And stay all night with thee
For the girl I have in that merry green land
I love far better than thee
And the wind did howl and the wind did blow
La la la la la
La la la la lee
I’ve felt you coming girl, as you drew near
I knew you’d find me, cause I longed you here
Are you my desitiny? Is this how you’ll appear?
People just ain’t no good
I think that’s well understood
You can see it everywhere you look
People just ain’t no good
Dig yourself Lazarus, dig yourself back in that hole!
She had a heartful of love and devotion
She had a mindful of tyranny and terror
Well, I try, I do, I really try
But I just err, baby, I do, I error
So come find me, my darling one
I’m down to the grounds, the very dregs
New Morning
One morn I awakened, a new sun was shining,
The sky was a kingdom, all covered in blood.
One morn I awakened, a new sun was shining,
The sky was a kingdom, all covered in blood.
The moon and the stars, where the troops that lay conquered,
Like food left to wither, poor spirital food.
Somewhere she lies, this lovely creature ,beneath the slow drifting sands, with her hair full of ribbons and green gloves on her hands
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I’m yearning
To be done with all this measuring of truth.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I’m not afraid to die.
(Nick Cave, The Mercy Seat. IMHO, eines der größten Werke des letzten Jahrhunderts.)
Hm ich habe mir nie Gedanken über mein Lieblingszitat gemacht, aber spontan fällt mir die erste Zeile des Liedes (He Wants You) ein das ich als erstes von ihm gehört habe
“Under the bridge and into your dreams he soars
While you lie alone in that idea-free sleep of yours
That you’ve been sleeping now for years”
And I don’t believe in the existence of angels
But looking at you I wonder if that’s true
But if I did I would summon them together
And ask them to watch over you
To each burn a candle for you
To make bright and clear your path
And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love
And guide you into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms
||
Heaven has denied us its kingdom
The saints are drunk howling at the moon
The chariots of angels are colliding
Well, I’ll run, babe, but I’ll come running
Straight to you
For I am captured
Straight to you
For I am captured
One more time
||
Why the hen won’t lay no egg
Can’t get that cock to crow
The nag is spooked and crazy
O God help Tupelo! O God help Tupelo!
O God help Tupelo! O God help Tupelo!
eine deutsche übersetzung von “oh, my lord”:
Nun bin ich beim Haarschneider
Die Leute sehen mich, während sie vorüber gehen
Einer von ihnen trägt ein Plastikgeweih
und drückt seinen Hintern gegen das Glas
Ich auf Händen und Knien!
Weil Nick Cave und PJ Harvey mein absolutes Traumpaar der düstermelancholischen Klänge sind, habe ich mich für diese Zeilen aus ihrem Duett “Henry Lee” entschieden:
“A little bird lit down on Henry Lee
She leaned herself against a fence
Just for a kiss or two
And with a little pen-knife held in her hand
She plugged him through and through
And the wind did roar and the wind did moan
lalalala….”
If this is heaven ahm bailin’ out!
…
Rats in paradise! Rats in paradise!
(Mutiny in Heaven)
Bei Nick Cave muss ich vor allem immer an die Zeiten im PC69 denken, wo es traditionell den Weeping Song zum Abschluss gab. Die Location gibt’s seit einigen Jahren nicht mehr… daher:
Father, why are all the women weeping?
They all are weeping for their men
Then why are all the men there weeping?
They are weeping back at them.
Your knowledge is impressive and your argument is good, but i am the resurrection, babe
and your standing on my foot.
(little empty boat)
My father often told me that money would set me free
(The Willow Garden)
I checked the chamber of my gun
Saw I had one final bullet left
my hand it looked almost human
as I raised it to my head
ein klassiker, die kleine kylie und der nick mit “Where the wild roses grow”.
textauszug here:
From the first day I saw I knew she was the one
as she stared in my eyes and smiled.
For her lips where the colour of the roses
that grew down the river, all bloody and wild.
still, the fire of love is true
and I am breathless without you
Me, I’m lying here, with nothing in my ears
Me, I’m lying here, for what seems years
I know just one thing - love comes on a wing. And tonight i will be by your side, but tomorrow I will fly.
When you’re sad and when you’re lonely
And you haven’t got a friend
Just remember that death is not the end…
She said, “Father, mother, sister, brother,
Uncle, aunt, nephew, niece,
Soldier, sailor, physician, labourer,
Actor, scientist, mechanic, priest
Earth and moon and sun and stars
Planets and comets with tails blazing
All are there forever falling
Falling lovely and amazing”
Then she smiled and turned to me
And waited for me to reply
Her hair was falling down her shoulders
As I sat sadly by her side…
From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one
She stared in my eyes and smiled
People think I’m a miserable sod but it’s only because I get asked such bloody miserable questions.
schwer, es gibt so viele gute texte.
aber weil es das erste von nick cave war,
was mich erwischt hat:
And like a moth that tries
To enter the bright eye
I go shuffling out of life
Just to hide in death awhile
aus mercy seat
Your tiny little face
Keeps yapping in the gloom
Seven steps behind me
With your dustpan and broom.
I couldn’t help but imagine you
All postured and prone
But there’s a little guy on my shoulder
Says I should go home alone.
You keep leaning in on me
And you’re looking pretty pissed
That grave you’ve dug between your legs
Is hard to resist.
But my little boat is empty
It don’t go
And my oar is broken
It don’t row, row, row
But my little boat is empty
It don’t go
And my oar is broken
It don’t row, row, row
Love is a state that I would like to exist in continuously.
He said, well bartender, it’s a plain to see
I’m that bad motherfucker called Stagger Lee
Mr. Stagger Lee
Well, the Barkeep said, Yeah, I’ve heard your name down the way and I kick motherfucking asses like you every day
Mr. Stagger Lee
Well, those were the last words that the barkeep said
‘Cause Stag put four holes in his motherfucking head
Just then in came a broad called Nellie Brown
Was known to make more money than any bitch in town
She struts across the bar, hitching up her skirt
Over to Stagger Lee, she’s starting to flirt
Oh, Stagger Lee
She saw the barkeep, said Oh God, he can’t be dead!
Stag said, Well, just count the holes in the motherfucker’s head.
Böser Text aber toller Song
Full of all my whispered words, her black hair
And wet with tears and good-byes, her hair of deepest black..
Herrlich!
Where the viaduct looms,
like a bird of doom.
As it shifts and cracks
Where secrets lie in the border fires,
in the humming wires..
(Nick Cave - Red Right Hand)
Leave these ancient places to the angels
Let the saints attend to their keeping of the cathedrals
And leave the dead beneath the ground so cold
For God is in this hand that I hold
As we open up the gates of the garden
Won’t you meet me at the gates
Won’t you meet me at the gates
Favourite Song!
“The sound is beautiful, it’s perfect!
The sound of her young legs in stockings,
The rhythm of her walk, it’s beautiful!
Just let it twist, let it break,
Let it buckle, let it bend,
I want to hear the noise of my Zoo-Music Girl.”
hier, hier!
das buch liegt nun seit einiger zeit bereits auf meinem amazon-wunschzettel … auch wenn ich gehoert habe, dass es nichts fuer zarte gemueter ist, wuerde ich mich sehr freuen es neben der eselin und dem engel einordnen zu duerfen :)
I walk into the corner of my room, see my friends in high places
I don’t know which is which and whom is whom, they’ve stolen each other’s faces
“die haut des himmels riss auf und spie ihre last in das becken des tals. Faulig und stinkend und unwiderruflich stürzte ein gewaltiger schwall, eine wand schmutzigen, ekelhaften und giftigen wassers herab, als wäre die ganze galle des himmels aus den kloaken der hölle hochgepumpt worden, um in einem wütenden schwarzen strom über hütte und zuckerrohr ausgekotzt zu werden.”
Nun lauschte er den Geräuschen seines eigenen gefangenen Körpers, dem Bröckeln von Rippen und Rückgrat, dem Zerren seines geprüften Plexus, dem Zischen seiner Eingeweide, dem Stöhnen von Haut und Knochen - denn sein ganzer Leib war gefesselt und auf den bösen Nagel des Daseins gespießt.
(aus “und die Eselin sah den Engel”)
“Let there be no sadness, no sorrow,
Let there be no road too narrow,
There’ll be a new day, and it’s today,
For all of us.”
Papa Won’t Leave You, Henry
I went out walking the other day
The wind hung wet around my neck
My head it rung with screams and groans
From the night I spent amongst her bones
I passed beside the mission house
Where that mad old buzzard, the reverend,
Shrieked and flapped about life after your dead
Well, I thought about my friend, Michel
BESTES!
How they rolled him in linoleum
“Let there be no sadness, no sorrow, Let there be no road too narrow, There’ll be a new day, and it’s today,
For all of us.
For all of us. Wie es einfach so dasteht. Es klingt!
“the thing about being young is that you think
you are the final product of evolution, you are
invincible, and nothing can hurt you. And people
don’t count. Ah. The solipsism of youth.”
Zitat: “An etwas Punkt, den du anfängst, zu sehen den Unterschied zwischen, was du wirklich wünschst und was dein Priorität Auftrag ist. Ich glaube, daß heute ich weiß, was ich wünsche. Das ist das Problem mit Perspektive, sowie Fokus und Konzentration.”
Nick Cave
Until nothing was left, nothing left at all, except the body of Sorrow
That rose in time to float upon the surface of the eaten soil..
Rain it down on the wife and the kids
Rain it down on the house where we live
Rain until you got nothing left to give
And rain that ever-loving stuff down on me
meine mitbewohnerin würde dafür töten! :)
…aber zu weihnachten würde sie es nie erwarten!
Vielleicht klappt’s ja?!
Rain down to Jana! ;)
Wow!!! Genial, leider verpasst…
Wie lustig, ich habs hier momentan auf schwedisch liegen…