Schamlose Werbung für die gute Sache #4

Diesmal im doppelten Sinne. Nicht nur aus der Arroganz eines Union Hills Mitglieds, sondern sogar ganz unironisch. Morgen steigt im Büchenstadel in Ulm ein Benefizkonzert für an Leukämie erkrankte Kinder. Mit den großartigen Road to Kansas aus Saarbrücken und ner ganze Riege local heroes.
Also, wer im Ulmer Raum wohnt und das hier ließt, kommen!
Ja, genau, ich meine dich! Du da!
Is da wer?

Schamlose Eigenwerbung #3

Das lohnt sich wirklich: In Ulm's schnuckelig-schnoddrigen Club Schilli mit den großartigen Frances Farmer aus der Schweiz - italienischer Post-Grunge at it's best! Kein Spin, reine Wahrheit!

Schamlose Eigenwerbug #2

Für den Fall, dass der ein oder andere geneigte Leser
heute Abend in Stuttgart ist:

See the Lights

See the lights are glistening.
They sparkle through the damp and grey.
The swoosh of cars below
Lures you from your tower.

See the lights are glistening.
You smell the scent of joy.
The coldness in your bones
battles the warmth in your heart.

See the lights are glistening.
The lonely table full of friends.
Old thoughts on new paper
change the way you see your soul.

See the lights are glistening.
But the kingdom still won't come.
Swamped by the decor of beauty
the Child and you have grown apart.

Even in Moments of Beauty, Questions are Asked.

Is what we see really what we look for?
Is how we look really what we long for?
Is where we go not where we came from?
Is who we want not who we get?
Is when we buy not when we sell?
Is what we replace really what we miss?

Failure is just the next attempt.
An attempt is something when you got nothing.

The Youth is Drowning.

Tears don't fall, they question.
Only loud emotion is good emotion.
Bring us together 'til we're a herd,
scream until your silence is unheard.
Sing until no one's listening,
Dance until no one's watching.
The revolutionary cell needs CPR,
it drowned in the interior of that bar.
Take 'em on on your own,
there is nothing left to frown..

The world is nothing but a show,
too bad the actors don't know.

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Baiting the public to publicize puberty.
Quivering teens lost in a crowd of two.
Cowboys shoot liberty in the name of unity.
I long for those who
believe in the sound of hopelessness.
It's the sound hope of the nation
that He reaches out of the emptiness
and unites the world in frustration.

Orange Juice.

Tender places. Worn out races.
Stumble over the tracks. Disillusioned. Curious.
Horny habits an the eternal hunt.
No dialogs. Just two monologues.

I like you.

I love you.

I want you.

I had you.

I hate you.

I forget you.

A queue without an end.
An end without a clue.