Zurück in der Warschauer Straße. Regen und Schawarma. Astra und Carlsberg. Krach und Musik. Trommeln und Springen. Zittern an der Garderobe. Glühen in der Nische. Balkon und Taxi.
moseron - 11.10.2009
Es ist nicht eine afrikanische Frau geworden, die sich um Bäume kümmert.
moseron - 09.10.2009
Wieso, um Himmels willen, sind belegte Brötchen in Backshops IMMER mit Remouladensoße bestrichen? Und wieso falle ich IMMER wieder darauf rein?
moseron - 09.10.2009
Mein morgendlicher Spaziergang durch den strömenden Regen.
moseron - 08.10.2009
He took his sister from his head
And then painted her on the sheets
And then rolled her up in grass and trees
And they kissed 'till they were dead
This ain't no holiday
But it always turns out this way
Here I am, with my hand.
And then painted her on the sheets
And then rolled her up in grass and trees
And they kissed 'till they were dead
This ain't no holiday
But it always turns out this way
Here I am, with my hand.
moseron - 07.10.2009
Der Nebel, der Weichheit erzeugt und wattiges Alleinsein zwischen den Vielen.
Kalte Hände und ein Gürtel.
Kalte Hände und ein Gürtel.
moseron - 07.10.2009
Press up against the amp
Turn up the treble, don't forget
Getting dizzy, sitting around
Sacred trickster in another tight sound
I wish I could be music on a tree
Noise Nomads and me
Levitating on the ground.
Turn up the treble, don't forget
Getting dizzy, sitting around
Sacred trickster in another tight sound
I wish I could be music on a tree
Noise Nomads and me
Levitating on the ground.
moseron - 06.10.2009
Leises Gluckern und Fließen in der Heizung. Stille.
When I find myself by the sea, in anothers company by the sea
When I go out the pier, gonna die and have no fear
Because you, you just know, you just do.
When I find myself by the sea, in anothers company by the sea
When I go out the pier, gonna die and have no fear
Because you, you just know, you just do.
moseron - 06.10.2009
Eis an Fingern. Mittagssonne. Zwei Meter. Lächeln. Runzelhände.
moseron - 05.10.2009