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I've had recurring nightmares that I was loved for who I am
And missed the opportunity to be a better man.

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Muse - Hoodoo

So you go running off in search of a perfect stranger
While the loneliness seems to spring from your life
Like a fountain from a pool

Fountain of Sorrow. Von Jackson Browne, wie ich soeben herausgefunden hab. Joan Baez singt es aber besser.

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And you run, and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter
Never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to nought
Or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desparation is the English way
The time is gone
The song is over
Thought I'd something more to say

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(Pink Floyd)

Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously
He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously
And when bringing her name up
He speaks of a farewell kiss to me
He?s sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all
Muttering small talk at the wall while I?m in the hall
How can I explain?
Oh, it?s so hard to get on
And these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn

Muss ich denn sterben um zu leben?

Falco - Out of the Dark.

Chimes Of Freedom

Far between sundown?s finish an? midnight?s broken toll
We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing
As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds
Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing
Flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight
Flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight
An? for each an? ev?ry underdog soldier in the night
An? we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

In the city?s melted furnace, unexpectedly we watched
With faces hidden while the walls were tightening
As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowin? rain
Dissolved into the bells of the lightning
Tolling for the rebel, tolling for the rake
Tolling for the luckless, the abandoned an? forsaked
Tolling for the outcast, burnin? constantly at stake
An? we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail
The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder
That the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze
Leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder
Striking for the gentle, striking for the kind
Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind
An? the unpawned painter behind beyond his rightful time
An? we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales
For the disrobed faceless forms of no position
Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts
All down in taken-for-granted situations
Tolling for the deaf an? blind, tolling for the mute
Tolling for the mistreated, mateless mother, the mistitled prostitute
For the misdemeanor outlaw, chased an? cheated by pursuit
An? we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

Even though a cloud?s white curtain in a far-off corner flashed
An? the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones
Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting
Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail
For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale
An? for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail
An? we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

Starry-eyed an? laughing as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
As we listened one last time an? we watched with one last look
Spellbound an? swallowed ?til the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an? worse
An? for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
An? we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

...auch wenn ich sie grad nicht seh.

'How do you feel?'
That is the question but I forget you don't expect an easy answer.
When something like a soul becomes initialized
and folded up like paper dolls and little notes
you can't expect a bit of hope

Stone Sour - Through Glass

In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of ev'ry glove that layed him down
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
"I am leaving, I am leaving"
But the fighter still remains

"Well now what's the use in dreaming
You got better things to do
Dreams never did work for me anyway
Even when they did come true"
I feel a change coming on...

Oh, but I was so much older then.
I'm younger than that now.

- My Back Pages -

My mother, my mother she hold me
She hold me when I was out there
My father, my father he liked me
Oh, he liked me, does anyone care?

- Ode To My Family -

So tenderly
your story is
nothing more
than what you see
or what you've done
or will become
standing strong
do you belong
in your skin;
...
it beats a lonely rythm all night long.

(Und die ganze Zeit, die ich hier sinnlos rumsitze regnet es und regnet und regnet... faszinierend, wie viel Wasser es gibt. Der Rhein wird überquellen, wo er eh schon extrem viel Wasser führt, momentan...)

There's a world outside
And I know 'cause I've heard talk
In my sweetest dreams
I would go out for a walk

But I don't think I'm ready yet
I'm not feeling up to it now
Just not that steady yet
And I don't need you telling me how

There's some happiness
And my stone face cracks again
Maybe sometime sooner or later

But I don't think I'm ready yet
...

Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high
And the dreams that you dreamed of
Once in a lullaby


Somewhere over the rainbow
Blue birds fly
And the dreams that you dreamed of
Dreams really do come true


Someday I'll wish upon a star
Wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where trouble melts like lemon drops
High above the chimney top is where you'll find me


Somewhere over the rainbow bluebirds fly
And the dreams that you dare to, oh why, oh why can't I?

Someday I'll wish upon a star,
Wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where trouble melts like lemon drops
High above the chimney top is where you'll find me


Somewhere over the rainbow way up high
And the dreams that you dare to, ... why, oh why can't I

das wollte ich auch gerade posten, Angie.