Wednesday, July 16, 2014
Sensible Heart
I get so distracted
By some peoples reactions
That I don't see my own faults
For what they are
For what they are
By some peoples reactions
That I don't see my own faults
For what they are
For what they are
At times so self destructive
With no intent or motive
But behind this emotion,
My sensible heart
My sensible heart
With no intent or motive
But behind this emotion,
My sensible heart
My sensible heart
See I'm no king
I wear no crown
But desperate times
Seem over now
But still I weaken somehow
It tears me apart
It tears me apart
I wear no crown
But desperate times
Seem over now
But still I weaken somehow
It tears me apart
It tears me apart
I hope to learn as time goes by
That I should trust what's deep inside
Burning bright, oh burning bright
My sensible heart
My sensible heart
My sensible heart
My sensible heart
That I should trust what's deep inside
Burning bright, oh burning bright
My sensible heart
My sensible heart
My sensible heart
My sensible heart
- Artist: City and Colour Name of the song: Sensible Heart, Album:...Off By Heart -
Sunday, July 6, 2014
"Time Spent In Los Angeles"
These days my friends don’t seem to know me
Without my suitcase in my hand
Where I am standing still
I seem to disappear
But maybe that's how I found you
Maybe that's taught me exactly what I want
Maybe meeting you so far away from home
Is what makes it all so clear
But you got that special kind of sadness
You got that tragic set of charms
That only comes from time spent in Los Angeles
Makes me wanna wrap you in my arms
When people ask me where I come from
To see what that says about man
I only end up giving bad directions
That never lead them there at all
It’s something written in the head lights
Is something swimming in my drink
And if I were the moon
It would be exactly where I fall
Cause you got that special kind of sadness
You got that tragic set of charms
That only comes from time spent in Los Angeles
Makes me wanna wrap you in my arms
I used to think someone would love me
For places I have been
And the dirt I have been gathering
Deep beneath my nails
But now I know what I’ve been missing
And I’m going home to make it mine
And I'll be battening the hatches and pulling in the sails.
But you got that special kind of sadness
You got that tragic set of charms
That only comes from time spent in Los Angeles
Makes me wanna wrap you in my arms
Without my suitcase in my hand
Where I am standing still
I seem to disappear
But maybe that's how I found you
Maybe that's taught me exactly what I want
Maybe meeting you so far away from home
Is what makes it all so clear
But you got that special kind of sadness
You got that tragic set of charms
That only comes from time spent in Los Angeles
Makes me wanna wrap you in my arms
When people ask me where I come from
To see what that says about man
I only end up giving bad directions
That never lead them there at all
It’s something written in the head lights
Is something swimming in my drink
And if I were the moon
It would be exactly where I fall
Cause you got that special kind of sadness
You got that tragic set of charms
That only comes from time spent in Los Angeles
Makes me wanna wrap you in my arms
I used to think someone would love me
For places I have been
And the dirt I have been gathering
Deep beneath my nails
But now I know what I’ve been missing
And I’m going home to make it mine
And I'll be battening the hatches and pulling in the sails.
But you got that special kind of sadness
You got that tragic set of charms
That only comes from time spent in Los Angeles
Makes me wanna wrap you in my arms
- Artist: Dawes Name of the song: "Time Spent In Los Angeles" Album: Nothing Is Wrong -
Saturday, May 3, 2014
23
Manchmal stehe ich morgens in der Küche, koche routiniert meinen Kaffee und frage mich, wie es sein kann, das gestern so unscheinbar geendet und jetzt ein neuer Morgen ist. Es macht mir Angst, dass ich langsam beginne zu begreifen, dass auch ich der Zeit unterlegen bin. Dass ich älter werde, so wie jeder um mich herum. Dass das einzige, was meine Erinnerung an Gestern aufrecht erhalten kann, in der Musik am Leben bleibt, in den Sätzen, die ich in meinen Tagebüchern niedergeschrieben habe, in den Fotografien, in denen ich versucht habe bewusst Momente festzuhalten. Das ist alles, was bleibt.
Der Kaffee läuft durch.
Ich schaue aus dem Fenster und habe das Gefühl die immer gleichen Farben, Facetten und Fehler zu sehen. Fehler. Etwas, woran ich rüttele, zerre, verzweifle. Sie bleiben. Rufen mir in Erinnerung, wie dumm ich gewesen bin, welche niederen Gedanken den vernünftigen getrotzt und gesiegt haben und kann es nicht glauben, dass ich diese Narben zugelassen habe. Warum?
Der Kaffee ist fertig. Ich gieße mir das schwarze, reine Getränk in meine Lieblingstasse. Ein Geschenk von einer Freundin, der vielen Freundinnen und Freunde, Bekanntschaften, die ich einmal hatte und nicht mehr habe.
So gehe ich in den Tag und werde bald wieder verdrängen, was für diesen flüchtigen Moment so klar erschien.
Tuesday, April 15, 2014
Immer
"Diese Liebe is' wenn du weißt was du am anderen hast
Und nicht wegen jeder kleinen Streiterei den ander'n hasst
Liebe heißt den Rechner auch mal runterfahren
Und dass wir immer noch zusammen sind in hundert Jahren
Liebe is' Schuld daran, dass man nicht mehr schlafen will
Weil das wahre Leben schöner is' als jeder Traum (..)"
- Sido "Liebe"
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