Sonntag, 6. Juni 2010
das leben - wie ein wein mit ner brise salz
weil menschen die fähigkeit fehlt, gefühle in worte zu pressen, in formeln, in umschläge, bedienen sie sich der musik, glaubend und wiederfindend und beziehend alles was ihren zustand beschreibt. man mag lieder, die mitleiden. menschen, die musik nicht brauchen, sind glücklicher.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UOdJoPc_5VY&feature=related

body bill - very small

there’s a very small snake
drowning in a very cold lake
nearby is were kids play
very good games, even for today it’s okay

I know of a small boy
he’s a pretty good toy
for a very small girl,
but she does not like to play him anymore

when I stick my head in,
I know I have to fix it, but I don’t know where to begin
when I stick my head in,
I know I have to fix it, but I don’t know where

she likes to play alone
at her very neat home
or to see her small friends
sometimes all of them, sometimes just one of them, well, it depends

I know of that black hole
is it in my heart might be just in my soul?
when I stick my head in,
I know I have to fix it, but I don’t know where to begin, to begin

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