du willst das alles nicht wirklich wissen und deshalb erspare ich dir hier diskussionen über das nahende ende oder die versäumnisse der jugend im allgemeinen, dafür habe ich andere orte, um meinem allgemeinen frust darüber luft zu machen, daß das wort, über das zu reden wäre, im gegensatz zu der frage, welchen tee-shirt man unbedingt kaufen muss und wie man sexismus in der online-welt bekämpfen sollte, eben nicht auf rivva.de auftaucht. ich könnte also neue katzenphotos (es gibt ein sehr schönes von jim(boy) und miiich in trauter eintracht auf einem stuhl zusammen gekuschelt) zeigen, oder dir erzählen, daß bei tigerlili (aka lilifee) nicht mehr zu übersehen ist, daß sie wohl demnächst mama wird. ich könnte dir verraten, daß ich "der alte" genannt werde (im liebevollen tonfall gebührenden respekts) oder neuerdings "der nachtkater" ...
夜猫子
halt all die dinge, die dich davon abhalten, über die dinge zu reden oder nachzudenken, die wie ein intercity auf uns zurasen. ich will deine gute laune nicht weiter stören und überlasse es dir selbst, was dich nun wirklich interessiert und womit du dich auseinandersetzen möchtest.
denk einfach an deine todo liste ...
oh, ich hätte da noch was wirklich lustiges. naja, es ist nur dann lustig, wenn man in zeiten von auf wochen ausverkauften kinos, in denen "50 shades of gaga" gezeigt wird, es tatsächlich und wahrscheinlich auch noch ohne rot zu werden vor scham, daß man so peinlich provinziell, wie gute deutsche nun mal sind, fertig bringt "die geschichte der O." als "softporno" zu bezeichnen. achtung: hoher fremdschämfaktor!
ich muss jetzt sofort mal nachgucken, ob susanne auch das nicht minder superpeinliche interiew mit ulrich seidel zu "paradies - liebe" führte.
von mir heute jedenfalls nur noch dies: jerry garcia, "cats down under the stars"
und robert hunter's version von "reuben & cerise"
statt der nicht ganz so schönen von garcia
auf dem "cats down under the stars" album ...
sie ist der "wahre jakob"
statt der nicht ganz so schönen von garcia
auf dem "cats down under the stars" album ...
sie ist der "wahre jakob"
Reuben And Cerise
Lyrics: Robert Hunter
Cerise was brushing her long hair gently down
It was the afternoon of Carnival
As she brushes it gently down
Reuben was strumming his painted mandolin
It was enlaid with a pretty face in jade
Played the Carnival Parade
Cerise was dressing as Pirouette in white
When a fatal vision gripped her tight
Cerise, beware tonight
Reuben, Reuben, tell me truly true
I feel afraid and I don't know why I do
Is there another girl for you
If you could see in my heart
You would know it's true
There is none, Cerise, except for you
Except for you
I swear to it on my very soul
If I lie may I fall down cold
When Reuben played on his painted mandolin
The breeze would stop and listen in
Before going its way again
Masquerade began when nightfall finally woke
Like waves against the bandstand dancers broke
To the painted mandolin
Looking out on the crowd, who is standing there?
Sweet Ruby Claire at Reuben stared
At Reuben stared
She was dressed as Pirouette in red
And her hair hung gently down
The crowd pressed round, Ruby stood as though alone
Reuben's song took on a different tone
And he played it just for her
The song that he played was the Carnival Parade
Each note cut a thread of Cerise's fate
It cut through like a blade
Reuben was playing his painted mandolin
When Ruby froze and turned to stone
For the strings played all alone
If you could see in my heart
You would know it's true
There is none, Cerise, except for you
Except for you
The voice of Cerise from the face of the mandolin
Singing Reuben, Reuben, tell me true
For I have no one but you
If you could see my heart
You would know it's true
There is none, Cerise, except for you
Except for you
I swear to it on my very soul
If I lie, may I fall down cold
The truth of love an unsung song must tell
The course of love must follow blind
Without a look behind (note 10)
Reuben walked the streets of New Orleans till dawn
Cerise so lightly in his arms
And her hair hung gently down
Additional lyrics:
Ahoy, old ferryman, riverboat of Charon ride
Though alive, take Reuben to the other side
For his sweet Cerise has died
It's a long lonely walk from Hell to the burying ground
Cerise may return but don't you look around
For your glance would cut her down
Lyrics: Robert Hunter
Cerise was brushing her long hair gently down
It was the afternoon of Carnival
As she brushes it gently down
Reuben was strumming his painted mandolin
It was enlaid with a pretty face in jade
Played the Carnival Parade
Cerise was dressing as Pirouette in white
When a fatal vision gripped her tight
Cerise, beware tonight
Reuben, Reuben, tell me truly true
I feel afraid and I don't know why I do
Is there another girl for you
If you could see in my heart
You would know it's true
There is none, Cerise, except for you
Except for you
I swear to it on my very soul
If I lie may I fall down cold
When Reuben played on his painted mandolin
The breeze would stop and listen in
Before going its way again
Masquerade began when nightfall finally woke
Like waves against the bandstand dancers broke
To the painted mandolin
Looking out on the crowd, who is standing there?
Sweet Ruby Claire at Reuben stared
At Reuben stared
She was dressed as Pirouette in red
And her hair hung gently down
The crowd pressed round, Ruby stood as though alone
Reuben's song took on a different tone
And he played it just for her
The song that he played was the Carnival Parade
Each note cut a thread of Cerise's fate
It cut through like a blade
Reuben was playing his painted mandolin
When Ruby froze and turned to stone
For the strings played all alone
If you could see in my heart
You would know it's true
There is none, Cerise, except for you
Except for you
The voice of Cerise from the face of the mandolin
Singing Reuben, Reuben, tell me true
For I have no one but you
If you could see my heart
You would know it's true
There is none, Cerise, except for you
Except for you
I swear to it on my very soul
If I lie, may I fall down cold
The truth of love an unsung song must tell
The course of love must follow blind
Without a look behind (note 10)
Reuben walked the streets of New Orleans till dawn
Cerise so lightly in his arms
And her hair hung gently down
Additional lyrics:
Ahoy, old ferryman, riverboat of Charon ride
Though alive, take Reuben to the other side
For his sweet Cerise has died
It's a long lonely walk from Hell to the burying ground
Cerise may return but don't you look around
For your glance would cut her down
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