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furchtbares foto, aber ein foto

nun, nachdem ich am letzten freitag dank dem lieben cricket die möglichkeit erhielt TORI AMOS live zu sehen muß ich gestehen, ich sah davor 'ne band (bzw einen solo-künstler mit band ;) ) von deren musik ich total begeistert war/bin: SETH LAKEMAN (aus dartmoor)
eine mischung aus folk, britpop, singersongwriting und melancholie... wunderschön!

How much a tale you know is never told,
How much of youth is growing old,
How much a thought it will make you think,
How much you made me get another drink.

How much you lose you never spend it,
How much you buy you never lend it,
How much you risk you never help this,
And you're straight back on me for another kiss.

Mean, green eyes they never go,
Mean, green eyes, but they said so.
Mean, green eyes they never go,
There's nothing to reveal.

How much a fool he wises up,
How much you talk you can't give it up.
How much a thought it will make you think,
How much you made me get another drink.

and the beginning comes to an end
no more feelings in my hands
all the meaning is gone
no more feelings for anyone

better to die than to cry
better to fake than to awake
better to creep than to weep
better than the end

and the sun does no-more shine
all the good work turns to crime
fulfilled of pain i can't stand
hearing words "is this the end?"

better to die than to cry
better to fake than to awake
better to creep than to weep
better than the end

"Lover, You Should've Come Over"

Looking out the door i see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners
Parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water
And maybe i'm too young to keep good love from going wrong
But tonight you're on my mind so you never know

When i'm broken down and hungry for your love with no way to feed it
Where are you tonight, child you know how much i need it
Too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run

Sometimes a man gets carried away, when he feels like he should be having his fun
And much too blind to see the damage he's done
Sometimes a man must awake to find that really, he has no-one

So i'll wait for you... and i'll burn
Will I ever see your sweet return
Oh will I ever learn

Oh lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late

Lonely is the room, the bed is made, the open window lets the rain in
Burning in the corner is the only one who dreams he had you with him
My body turns and yearns for a sleep that will never come

It's never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
It's never over, all my riches for her smiles when i slept so soft against her
It's never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter
It's never over, she's the tear that hangs inside my soul forever

Well maybe i'm just too young
To keep good love from going wrong

Oh... lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late

Well I feel too young to hold on
And i'm much too old to break free and run
Too deaf, dumb, and blind to see the damage i've done
Sweet lover, you should've come over
Oh, love well i'm waiting for you

Lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late

also, wow, wow. wow!!!!!!!!!! ob das noch zu toppen ist? ich zweifle stark daran...
endlich war mal wieder guter, alter grunge back in town!!!

die (große) halle in der arena war ziemlich voll mit leuten, die stimmung von band zu band immer besser bis der fabelhafte buzz mit seinen leuten das publikum zum auszuck führte...

meine persönliche ausbeute:
2 handsignierte melivins-plakate
1 original playlist-zettel
genickschmerzen der extra-klasse (ja ich habe gerockt;) )
oberkörperschmerzen (weil ich ja immer gaaaaaanz vor muß ;) )
und einen mörder-kater ;))

aber: ich bereue nichts! wäre wirklich schade gewesen ein concert von dieser klasse auszulassen...

freitag: ich habe es getan! ich kehrte zurück - NACH HAUSE!!! für alle, die mich nicht kennen: Arena Wien (=Szenetreffpunkt a la Punk Rock-Wien, Austria)... vor jahren mein "mehr zu hause" als mein "echtes zu hause"...;)

nach jahren der abstinenz in der arena, haben es freunde von mir (die böslinge) geschafft, mich wieder "heimatluft"schnuppern zulassen, und: WAHNSINN!!! ein high - ohne drogen - gekreuzt mit literweise alkohol, zig lachanfällen und unglaublich lieben & netten personen! (mein schädel brummt, mein magen ist flau, alles tut weh (=muskelkater) ...aber es hat sich rendiert ;) )

danke, es ist schön, zu wissen, dass es noch einen platz OHNE hass, neid und gier dafür überstrotzend von kollegialität, freundlichkeit & tiefgründigen, intelligenten gesprächen gibt.

ein prost auf die arena ... und auf dass sie für immer bestehen möge!