Gosh, it's sad in here, isn't it?


I think it's about time to "shape up".


Any drugs anyone?
Prozac maybe....

Give me a hint with a hammer
Or give me a hit with a brick
Life is that dead old dilemma
Of chances unwilling to pick

In dark deep the shadows are trailing
Like pieces of sick cloth on string
A longing of mourning and wailing
When wet to your body they cling

Yet, I cannot give my soul in
Hand back that dead carcass of mine
Nothing to make me old heart sing
Has left heaven’s torment in time

Warum gerade ich?

Manchmal kann ich durch die Luft gehn

als ob sie sich vor mir verneigt

manchmal kann ich durch die Luft gehn

als ob sie mir den Ausweg zeigt

Dann wiederum wird mir der Kopf so schwer

als trüg ich eine Sprungschanze als Hut

dabei ist auf dem Schädel alles leer

dann geht es mir nicht gut

Warum gerade ich

warum gerade ich und nicht du

warum gerade ich

hört mir überhaupt noch irgendjemand zu

Manchmal kann ich durch die Luft gehn

als wär die Welt für mich gemacht

manchmal kann ich durch die Luft gehn

wie jemand der als letzter lacht

Warum gerade ich

warum gerade ich und nicht du

warum gerade ich

ich ersehne das Duell mit dem Tabu

hört mir überhaupt noch irgendjemand zu

Es gibt zwei drei Dinge wo ich keinen Spaß versteh

am schönsten ist es immer noch zuhaus

wär wohl besser wenn ich jetzt nachhause geh

da liefern sie nicht aus

Warum fragst du nicht

warum weißt du nicht was ich brauch

warum sagst du nichts

warum mag ich mich sobald ich untertauch

warum gerade ich

warum gerade ich und nicht du

warum gerade ich

ich ersehne das Duell mit dem Tabu

hört mir überhaupt noch irgendjemand zu

Dann wiederum fällt jede Tür ins Schloß

und unerhörte Härte kommt ins Spiel

dann heißt es wie du willst du bist der Boß

sonst bleibt mir nicht mehr viel

sonst bleibt mir nicht mehr viel

[Heinz-Rudolf Kunze]

X-Mas Horror

Why can't Christmas ever stay nice?

You're always looking forward to it, singing along....

And then - BANG - that stressful feeling hits you with a brick.

I am disappointed.

I want cookies!

Und man wird verdammt nochmal nicht krank nur weil man keine Puuuhschen trägt!!!

- Verfluchtes Sauerländer Pack -

DON’T THINK TWICE

It ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe

It don’t matter, anyhow

An’ it ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe

If you don’t know by now

When your rooster crows at the break of dawn

Look out your window and I’ll be gone

You’re the reason I’m trav’lin’ on

Don’t think twice, it’s all right

It ain’t no use in turnin’ on your light, babe

That light I never knowed

An’ it ain’t no use in turnin’ on your light, babe

I’m on the dark side of the road

Still I wish there was somethin’ you would do or say

To try and make me change my mind and stay

We never did too much talkin’ anyway

So don’t think twice, it’s all right

It ain’t no use in callin’ out my name, gal

Like you never did before

It ain’t no use in callin’ out my name, gal

I can’t hear you any more

I’m a-thinkin’ and a-wond’rin’ all the way down the road

I once loved a woman, a child I’m told

I give her my heart but she wanted my soul

But don’t think twice, it’s all right

I’m walkin’ down that long, lonesome road, babe

Where I’m bound, I can’t tell

But goodbye’s too good a word, gal

So I’ll just say fare thee well

I ain’t sayin’ you treated me unkind

You could have done better but I don’t mind

You just kinda wasted my precious time

But don’t think twice, it’s all right

(Bob Dylan)

Pisa here we come

Why is it okay in this country
not to know people like
Gershwin or Kurt Weill,
but if you're unaware of
Loki Schmidt
you'll be tarred and feathered?

I feel disregarded in my transnationalty!

(I bet there are laws on this. Discriminated I am! Ha!)

Fed up

Life is just NOT co-operating!

01/12/04

And why on earth does it look like anyone but me
has forgotten about WORLD AIDS DAY again?!?

Ignorant Fools!

Some more

Oh, how I love tongue twisters!

Betty Botter bought some butter

but she said the butter's bitter.

If I put it in my batter

it will make my batter bitter.

So, she bought some better butter,

better than the bitter butter

and she put it in her batter

and the batter was not bitter.

It was better Betty Botter bought some better butter then.

http://www.uebersetzung.at/twister/en.htm

Stuff you find

"Be who you are and say what you feel,

because those who mind don't matter

and those who matter don't mind."

[Theodor Geisel, Dr. Seuss]

Found it here:
http://www.tiggersbouncinplace.com
What a lovely site...

Shattered

I AM NOT BORN TO BE A WAITRESS!!!


And whatever happens, I will not ever do it again.

Not even attempting....

Kindchenschema

And then those hormones hit you with a brick!

Next I'll be wanting to cuddle with babies.... Ugh.

THE TIGRESS

Was it doom's or heaven's sigh

When the tigress came upon you?

Say where do your wishes lie

As her claws enthrall you?

Does your heart beat strong with pain,

With fear, or is it yet desire?

Is that conformity I hear

In her eternal fire?

Hark now, have I caught you bare?

Seen right through your jungle heart?

Be cautious of the witch's stare,

It might catch you off your guard.

[ This is all mine. : ) ]

Ich bin ein nimmermüder Born unnützen Wissens.

[Was that PROUST who said this?]

Anyway, it's ever just so true for me.

Poppy-Day

It's Poppy-Day today and the Germans are starting Carnival.
Well... what can you say....
Do not live in Cologne then!

The first person I saw today was a cow. Followed by a tiger and a chicken.

While I was on my way to have my wisdom-tooth extracted.

Odd day. Very odd.

O Tell Me The Truth About Love

Some say that love's a little boy,
And some say it's a bird,
Some say it makes the world go around,
And some say that's absurd,
And when I asked the man next-door,
Who looked as if he knew,
His wife got very cross indeed,
And said it wouldn't do.

Does it look like a pair of pyjamas,
Or the ham in a temperance hotel?
Does its odour remind one of llamas,
Or has it a comforting smell?
Is it prickly to touch as a hedge is,
Or soft as eiderdown fluff?
Is it sharp or quite smooth at the edges?
O tell me the truth about love.

Our history books refer to it
In cryptic little notes,
It's quite a common topic on
The Transatlantic boats;
I've found the subject mentioned in
Accounts of suicides,
And even seen it scribbled on
The backs of railway guides.

Does it howl like a hungry Alsatian,
Or boom like a military band?
Could one give a first-rate imitation
On a saw or a Steinway Grand?
Is its singing at parties a riot?
Does it only like Classical stuff?
Will it stop when one wants to be quiet?
O tell me the truth about love.

I looked inside the summer-house;
It wasn't even there;
I tried the Thames at Maidenhead,
And Brighton's bracing air.
I don't know what the blackbird sang,
Or what the tulip said;
But it wasn't in the chicken-run,
Or underneath the bed.

Can it pull extraordinary faces?
Is it usually sick on a swing?
Does it spend all its time at the races,
or fiddling with pieces of string?
Has it views of its own about money?
Does it think Patriotism enough?
Are its stories vulgar but funny?
O tell me the truth about love.

When it comes, will it come without warning
Just as I'm picking my nose?
Will it knock on my door in the morning,
Or tread in the bus on my toes?
Will it come like a change in the weather?
Will its greeting be courteous or rough?
Will it alter my life altogether?
O tell me the truth about love.

[W.H. Auden ]

There'll be Winter

Ich glaube ja eigentlich nicht so an böse Omen,
aber wenn sich morgens schon der Duschvorhang an einen ranwanzt,
kann aus dem Tag ja eigentlich nix Gutes mehr werden....

For now

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My candle burns at both ends

It will not last the night

But, ah, my foes, and, oh, my friends

- it gives a lovely light.

[Edna Saint Vincent Millay]