Mehr als vier Monate habe ich weder Schlaf noch Ruhe gehabt: Geburtsaristokratie, Begabungsaristokratie, Glücksaristokratie, elegante Koketterie der Boudoirs, die schwere Atmosphäre der diplomatischen Salons, der sinnlose Tumult der Routs, Gähnen und Bravorufe in literarischen und künstlerischen Abendveranstaltungen, egoistische und verletzende Freuden auf dem Ball, Plaudereien und Dummheiten in Teegesellschaften, Scham und Selbstvorwürfe am nächsten Morgen, Triumph im Salon, überspannte Kritiken und Lobhudeleien in Zeitungen aller Art, künstlerischen Enttäuschungen, Erfolg beim Publikum, alles das habe ich durchgemacht, alles erlebt, alles gefühlt, verachtet, verflucht und beweint
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
once upon a time
Once upon a time
A girl with moonlight in her eyes
Put her hand in mine
And said she loved me so
But, that was once upon a time
Very long ago.
Once upon a time
We sat beneath a willow tree
Counting all the stars
And waiting for the dawn
But, that was once upon a time
Now the tree is gone.
How the breeze ruffled through her hair
How we always laughed
As though tomorrow wasn't there
We were young
And didn't have a care
Where did it go?
Once upon a time
The world was sweeter than we knew
Everything was ours
How happy we were then
But, somehow once upon a time
Never comes again.
Monday, October 24, 2005
It's that ole devil called love again
A girl with moonlight in her eyes
Put her hand in mine
And said she loved me so
But, that was once upon a time
Very long ago.
Once upon a time
We sat beneath a willow tree
Counting all the stars
And waiting for the dawn
But, that was once upon a time
Now the tree is gone.
How the breeze ruffled through her hair
How we always laughed
As though tomorrow wasn't there
We were young
And didn't have a care
Where did it go?
Once upon a time
The world was sweeter than we knew
Everything was ours
How happy we were then
But, somehow once upon a time
Never comes again.
It's that ole devil called love again,
Gets behind me and keeps giving me the shove again,
Putting rain in my eyes, tears in my dreams,
And rocks in my heart.
It's that sly ole son of a gun again,
He keeps telling me, I'm the lucky one again.
But I still have that rain, still have those tears,
And those rocks in my heart.
S'pose I didnt stay - ran away - didn't play,
The devil what a potion, he would brew.
He'd follow me around, build me up, tear me down,
Till I'll be so bewildered, I wont know what to do.
Might as well, give up the fight again.
I know darn well, he'll convince me, that he's right again.
When he sings that sorry song, I'm just gonna tag along,
With that ole devil called love.
He'd follow me around, build me up, tear me down,
Till I'll be so bewildered, I wont know what to do.
Might as well, give up the fight again.
I know darn well, he'll convince me that he's right again.
When he sings that sorry song, I'm just gonna tag along,
With that ole devil called love.
Kein Feuer,
Keine Kohle,
tut brennen so heiß wie heimliche Liebe,
von der niemand nichts weiss.
Sunday, September 18, 2005
election
Friday, September 16, 2005
...cookie --- a sweet Revoulution ----@---@--->
Keine Kohle,
tut brennen so heiß wie heimliche Liebe,
von der niemand nichts weiss.
...[german] .... hallo süßer Keks, quatsche gerade wunderbar mit dir, bist aber nicht greifbar, nicht in meiner Nähe, unerreichbar für Küsse, für eine schier unendliche Umarmung, unerreichbar mit dir stundenlang zu knutschen ....
