... salut de nouveau
Wieder auf Reisen.
Du fragst oft nach mir.
Ich telephonier
noch vorm Zubettgehen mit dir.
Freu mich auf den Moment,
wenn ich steh in der Tür,
und du läufst mir jauchzend entgegen.
...
Und dann öffne ich meine Arme für dich.
Ja, dann öffne ich meine Arme für dich!
Dann öffne ich meine Arme, Gerhard Schöne (1992)
Du fragst oft nach mir.
Ich telephonier
noch vorm Zubettgehen mit dir.
Freu mich auf den Moment,
wenn ich steh in der Tür,
und du läufst mir jauchzend entgegen.
...
Und dann öffne ich meine Arme für dich.
Ja, dann öffne ich meine Arme für dich!
Dann öffne ich meine Arme, Gerhard Schöne (1992)
Donnerstag, 31. Mai 2018
Samstag, 12. Mai 2018
(II) Driving home tunes...
Risin'
up
back on the street
did my time took my chances
back on the street
did my time took my chances
went
the distance
now i'm back on my feet
just a man and his will to survive
so many times
it happens too fast
you trade your passion for glory
don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past
you must fight just to keep them alive
It's the eye of the tiger
it's the thrill of the fight
risin' up to the challenge of our rival
and the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night
and he's watchin us all with the eye
of the tiger
Face to face
out in the heat
hangin' tough
stayin' hungry
they stack the odds
still we take to the street
for the kill with the skill to survive
It's the eye of the tiger
it's the thrill of the fight
risin' up to the challenge of our rival
and the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night
and he's watchin us all with the eye
of the tiger
Risin' up
straight to the top
had the guts
got the glory
went the distance
now i'm not gonna stop
just a man and his will to survive
It's the eye of the tiger
it's the thrill of the fight
risin' up to the challenge of our rival
and the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night
and he's watchin us all with the eye
of the tiger
now i'm back on my feet
just a man and his will to survive
so many times
it happens too fast
you trade your passion for glory
don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past
you must fight just to keep them alive
It's the eye of the tiger
it's the thrill of the fight
risin' up to the challenge of our rival
and the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night
and he's watchin us all with the eye
of the tiger
Face to face
out in the heat
hangin' tough
stayin' hungry
they stack the odds
still we take to the street
for the kill with the skill to survive
It's the eye of the tiger
it's the thrill of the fight
risin' up to the challenge of our rival
and the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night
and he's watchin us all with the eye
of the tiger
Risin' up
straight to the top
had the guts
got the glory
went the distance
now i'm not gonna stop
just a man and his will to survive
It's the eye of the tiger
it's the thrill of the fight
risin' up to the challenge of our rival
and the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night
and he's watchin us all with the eye
of the tiger
James
Michael Peterik / Frankie Sullivan III
Ça fait plus que dix ans que je l'ai enregistré sur K7...
(I) Driving home tunes...
...gorgeous
first love stuff. Il était une fois...
After
all the broken stones that were thrown for no good reason,
Inside, she is loving him still after all this time,
And though her heart bears the scars, no sign of healing,
Inside, she is loving him still after all this time,
And though her heart bears the scars, no sign of healing,
It's
alright, she is loving him still, After all this time
Trying to push the past away,
Still waiting for the lights to change,
But she'll try, try,
For the sake of their pride, pride,
Learning to barely feel the pain,
The thicker the skin the less the strain,
And though it's really hurting,
She ain't breakin, breakin, breakin,
She is loving him still,
After all this time,
Now he knows, his weakness shows, selfish soul,
Never changing, but that's fine,
Cos she's loving him still, after all this time
And to the outside eye, you see a family getting by,
And it all seems perfect, and that's how she wants it,
Cos she's loving him still,
After all this time,
Trying to push the past away,
Still waiting for the lights to change,
But she'll try, try,
For the sake of their pride, pride,
Learning to barely feel the pain,
The thicker the skin the less the strain,
And though it's really hurting,
She ain't breakin, breakin, breakin,
She is loving him still,
After all, after all, after all this time
Oh, bones, have to grow,
Age it shows, though we try and hide it,
Inside, she is loving him still, After all this time
And behind his tired eyes,
She sees the boy with his arms wide,
Who made her feel like an angel,
Oh that's why...
She is loving him still,
For the rest of her life,
She is loving him still,
For the last so many miles,
She is loving him still,
After all this time
Trying to push the past away,
Still waiting for the lights to change,
But she'll try, try,
For the sake of their pride, pride,
Learning to barely feel the pain,
The thicker the skin the less the strain,
And though it's really hurting,
She ain't breakin, breakin, breakin,
She is loving him still,
After all this time,
Now he knows, his weakness shows, selfish soul,
Never changing, but that's fine,
Cos she's loving him still, after all this time
And to the outside eye, you see a family getting by,
And it all seems perfect, and that's how she wants it,
Cos she's loving him still,
After all this time,
Trying to push the past away,
Still waiting for the lights to change,
But she'll try, try,
For the sake of their pride, pride,
Learning to barely feel the pain,
The thicker the skin the less the strain,
And though it's really hurting,
She ain't breakin, breakin, breakin,
She is loving him still,
After all, after all, after all this time
Oh, bones, have to grow,
Age it shows, though we try and hide it,
Inside, she is loving him still, After all this time
And behind his tired eyes,
She sees the boy with his arms wide,
Who made her feel like an angel,
Oh that's why...
She is loving him still,
For the rest of her life,
She is loving him still,
For the last so many miles,
She is loving him still,
After all this time
Simon
Webbe
Freitag, 11. Mai 2018
Gisbert zu Knyphausen - Dich zu lieben ist einfach (live bei TV Noir)
Viel Freude beim Genießen!
L.
Donnerstag, 10. Mai 2018
Gerson Main: Deejay
Ich verstehe kein Wort Niederländisch,
aber dieses Lied klingt verdächtig nach zauberhafter Sommermucke. :)
Mittwoch, 9. Mai 2018
Dienstag, 8. Mai 2018
Die hungrigen aber...
Es gibt zwei Sorten Ratten:
Die hungrigen und die satten.
Die hungrigen und die satten.
Die satten bleiben vergnügt zu Haus.
Die hungrigen aber wandern aus.
Heinrich Heine, Die Wanderratten, um 1850
Montag, 7. Mai 2018
Un balcon sur la mer
Sublime et envoûtant:
scénario magnifique, interprétation merveilleuse et des lieux de tournage pleins de nostalgie d'une enfance brutalement finie.
À surtout ne pas rater!
NB: Un des plus beaux dialogues:
Elle: Je te cherchais.
Lui: Je me suis perdu.
NB: Un des plus beaux dialogues:
Elle: Je te cherchais.
Lui: Je me suis perdu.
Labels:
Film,
Jean Dujardin,
Marie-Josée Croze,
Nicole Garcia
Sonntag, 6. Mai 2018
Das Sichtbare in den Dienst
des Unsichtbaren zu zwingen -
das macht das Leben des Dichters aus.
Marina Zwetajewa, Dichter über Kritiker, 1927
Andrew Bird - "Lusitania" from Josh Barone on Vimeo.
des Unsichtbaren zu zwingen -
das macht das Leben des Dichters aus.
Marina Zwetajewa, Dichter über Kritiker, 1927
Andrew Bird - "Lusitania" from Josh Barone on Vimeo.
Samstag, 5. Mai 2018
Freitag, 4. Mai 2018
wehen oder ruhen?
Ob Wellen bewegende Winde
Wehen oder ruhen,
Was ändert das schon?
Ein treibendes Blatt auf dem Wasser,
Ein treibendes Blatt auf dem Wasser,
So treibt die vergängliche Welt.
Higuchi Ichiyo,
Tagebucheintrag vom 23. August 1892
Donnerstag, 3. Mai 2018
nie so sehr
Ich habe nie so sehr gewünscht,
verrückt zu sein, wie gerade jetzt.
Nur der Wahnsinn kann uns all das geben,
was das Schicksal uns verweigert hat.
Luigi Pirandello an Marta Abba am 27. Juni 1929
Mittwoch, 2. Mai 2018
...das tut gut.
O schwankender Löwenzahn und glückliche Stockrose,
das tut aber meiner Nase gut.
Da kann mir der künstliche Kram gestohlen bleiben,
das hier ist etwas anderes als Rosenöl und Kölnischwasser.
Jack London, Der Ruf der Wildnis, 1903
Dienstag, 1. Mai 2018
The Circle of Life
Welcher Himmel kann wirklicher sein,
als sich die Geisterwelt der Kindheit zu bewahren?
Beatrix Potter, Meine Geschichte,
Notiz vom 17. November 1896
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