Donnerstag, 15. Oktober 2009
Mama sagt.
Dienstag, 13. Oktober 2009
Montag, 12. Oktober 2009
Freitag, 9. Oktober 2009
and if all else fails remember always the open road.
Patrick Wolf läuft immer noch die ganze Zeit:
I'll seize the day
make life as traveller
work as messenger
with my pain
my pleasure
all one beat.
Mittwoch.
Dienstag, 6. Oktober 2009
Nobody knows how I wait for you summer, spring, autumn, winter, here perishing.
Hier Damaris von ihm in London (leider finde ich vom Auftritt im Münchner Ampere noch keine Videos und meine Kamera war zu schwach). So so so SO schön.
Ein schlechtes Foto noch von mir, aber egal.
Was macht man an einem herbstsonnigen Samstagnachmittag?
Sonntag, 4. Oktober 2009
The bath was spilling over, my self pity spilling with it.
Ich hoffe, das Patrick Wolf Konzert rettet mir zumindest noch den Abend, mitsamt seinen Songtexten:
you must come
come to joy
turn your head to the sun
its down to you
you can shine
you can shake all the sorrow from your palm
its down to you if you dare to come to joy
[Patrick Wolf - Paris]
Samstag, 3. Oktober 2009
Grün und so.
Gestern Nacht kam ich nach Hause und mein gesamtes Geschirr war abgewaschen - ohhh, ein Putzfee-erich in meiner Wohnung. :')
Ohrwurm.
like I knew I would
I told you I was trouble
you know that I'm no good.
[Amy Winehouse]
Freitag, 2. Oktober 2009
The Coat Is Always On.
Donnerstag, 1. Oktober 2009
Nächster Wiesngang
Hello Saferide
Sehr viel Liebe für das Konzert letzten Freitag.
25 days.
25, 25 days. That’s too much, that’s too much!
25, 25 days. That’s too much, that’s too much!
25, until I get to see you
25, until I get to know if what we just started will have conquered backpacker girls with newly braided hair and Mano Chao records
It will soon be 24. Oh!
You’re so worth waiting for
24, 24 days. Still too much, much too much.
24, 24 days. Half an hour done just writing this song
24, oh I see mouths moving
24, and I nod at what might be the right time to nod
You and I hadn’t even met 24 days ago.
I must have been so low!
And I didn’t even know!
23, 22, 21, 20, 19, 18, 17, 16, 15, 14, 13, 12, 10 (because I slept for so long those days)
9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.
I get a text from you, saying you’re off to Havanna airport as we speak.
I start brushing my teeth.
Ten minutes later: “Sorry I mixd up d days :)”
YOU STUPID FUCK
YOU STUPID FUCK
You stupid fuck, you need to come back
Oh.
I’m at Arlanda airport with a famous flower in my hand waiting for you.
I see the doors opening, I see the passengers pouring out fresh like gingerbread cookies and wearing what appears to be new, funky hats, I see from a distance it’s someone I know well you’re approaching, I can see it, I take a step forward