On a Balcony

When our feet rested on concrete balconies,
beer in hand, music in back,
sunset in front,
it wasn't easier.
It only felt that way.

AURORA

She came dressed

as a lonely girl. 

Not easy; at ease

with herself

by herself

for herself, 

on her own feet, firmly

planted in the clouds.

She stripped, lonely

layer after lonely layer.

Bit by bit, piece by piece,

shell by shell.

Standing there, 

beaming, glowing,

radiating, silent, 

naked.

She moved, 

breathed, touched.

Starch sheets, cotton shirts,

warm wood;

shoulders, legs, hair

moist skin.

She stepped away, took

away her skin, 

gathered up her layers

and returned.

Little Things.

You wake up as a little thing.
You go to school as a little thing. 
You go to work as a little thing. 
You go to sleep as a little thing.


You work on little things.
You keep little things. 
You hold on to little things. 
'Cause it's the little things that count. 

Fill the Fort.

Saturday, 4/4/09 @ Club Action
Knulp
Union Hills
The Canvas Divine

Will be different, possibly amazing.
See you there.

"Is that what my voice sounds like?"

Shameless self-promotion: You can check out - and download - 'our' new EP called "Pocket Poets, Pocket Dances" at our website www.unionhills.de (Click on "Liebestöter")

Enjoy - and feel free to comment.

How Can I Express?

I see you in your car
-your air, your hair, your stare.
I feel you in your street
- your feet, your beat, your cheat.
I hear you in your room -
- your steps, your regrets, your sex.

How can I express,
overwhelmed by your presence?

That.
I'm.
Lonely.

Night Out.

To the tune of 80's heartbreak
I drink to understand.

I raise my glass to your mind,
I drown a bottle on your body,
I take a shot on your eyes.

My feet shuffle til they fade.
My hips wiggle til they break.
My hands clap til they're sore.
My voice sings til it's gone.


And at gloomy halogen dawn,
nothing has changed.
Except our ways.

Schamlose Werbung für die gute Sache #7

Two days ago I noted on the lack of music on music televsion, Pascal over at nocheinblog.info picked it up.
Meanwhile, my pals in Union Hills decided to enter the MTV Rookie contest. You can now vote for our video for Tell Me Once and Fuck Me Twice. I'm not in the vid', as it's plain rockin', no recitin' . So do your part to get music back on the corporate airwaves, or simply do us a favor. Vote or diet.

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.

Untitled 2.0

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.