lieblingslied

admin — Tue, 12 May 2009 20:20:06 +0000

i hope that our few remaining friends give up on trying to save us
i hope we come up with a failsafe plot to piss off the dumb few that forgave us
i hope the fences we mended fall down beneath their own weight
and i hope we hang on past the last exit
i hope it’s already too late
and i hope the junkyard a few blocks from here someday burns down
and i hope the rising black smoke carries me far away
and i never come back to this town again in my life
i hope i lie and tell everyone you were a good wife
and i hope you die
i hope we both die

i hope i cut myself shaving tomorrow
i hope it bleeds all day long
our friends say it’s darkest before the sun rises
we’re pretty sure they’re all wrong
i hope it stays dark forever
I hope the worst isn’t over
and i hope you blink before i do
yeah i hope i never get sober
and i hope when you think of me years down the line you can’t find one good thing to say
and i hope that if i found the strength to walk out you’d stay the hell out of my way
i am drowning
there is no sign of land
you are coming down with me
hand in unlovable hand
and i hope you die
i hope we both die

[mountain goats. no children]

rilo kiley.

admin — Fri, 06 Feb 2009 11:06:45 +0000

i do this thing where i think i’m real sick. but i won’t go to the doctor to find out about it
cause they make you stay real still in a real small space
as they chart up your insides and put them on display
they’d see all of it, all of me, all of it

oh, you’re almost home.
i’ve been waiting for you to come in.
dancing around in your old suits going crazy in your room again.
i think i’ll go out an embarrass myself by getting drunk and falling down in
the street.
you say i choose sadness, that it never once has chosen me.
maybe you’re right.

it’s all of the good that won’t come out of me
and how eventually my mouth will just turn to dust if i don’t tell you quick.
standing here on this frozen lake.

(all the good that won’t come out)

and sometimes when you’re on
you’re really fuckin on
and your friends they sing along
and they love you
but the lows are so extreme
that the good seems fucking cheap
and it teases you for weeks in its absence
but you’ll fight and you’ll make it through
you’ll fake it if you have to
and you’ll show up for work with a smile
you’ll be better
and you’ll be smarter
and more grown up and a better daughter or son
and a real good friend
and you’ll be awake
you’ll be alert
you’ll be positive though it hurts
and you’ll laugh and embrace all your friends
and you’ll be a real good listener
you’ll be honest
you’ll be brave
you’ll be handsome and you’ll be beautiful
you’ll be happy

(a better son/daughter)

i used to think if i could realize i’d die
then i would be a lot nicer
used to believe in a lot more
now i just see straight ahead

that’s not to say i don’t have good times
but as for my days
i spend them waiting

(science vs. romance)

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mädchenmodus.

admin — Wed, 28 Jan 2009 19:23:27 +0000

viel besser als lernen: babysocken stricken!

bücher, teil 1

admin — Mon, 26 Jan 2009 20:07:53 +0000

linkes drittel des bücherregals

rocko schamoni - risiko des ruhms
todd pruzan / favell lee mortimer - the clumsiest people in europe
iris hanika - treffen sich zwei
emily brontë - sturmhöhe
j.d. moehringer - tender bar
gabriel garcia márquez - von der liebe und anderen dämonen
gabriel garcia márquez - 100 jahre einsamkeit
sophokles - antigone
sophokles - könig ödipus
william shakespeare - der widerspenstigen zähmung
william shakespeare - was ihr wollt
gottfried keller - der grüne heinrich
heinrich v. kleist - der zerbrochne krug
g. e. lessing - emilia galotti
friedrich hebbel - maria magdalena
j. m. r. lenz - die soldaten
august strindberg - der vater
august strindberg - ein traumspiel
j. w. v. goethe - wilhelm meisters lehrjahre
j. w. v. goethe - wilhelm meisters wanderjahre
j. w. v. goethe - götz von berlichingen
ian kershaw - hitler
haruki murakami - hard-boiled wonderland
charles baudelaire - die blumen des bösen (d/fr)
michel houellebecq - die möglichkeit einer insel
jasper fforde - something rotten
jane austen - emma (d/e)
dorota mas?owska - schneeweiß und russenrot
harry mulisch - das steinerne brautbett
charlotte brontë - jane eyre (d/e)
clemens meyer - als wir träumten
sven regener - herr lehmann
stendhal - rot & schwarz
helmut krausser - eros
roger willemsen - kleine lichter
siri hustvedt - was ich liebte
martin amis - koba der schreckliche
simon sebag montefiore - der junge stalin
cordt schnibben - i can’t get no
saša staniši? - wie der soldat das grammophon repariert
orhan pamuk - schnee
erich kästner - der zauberlehrling

der erste teil der großen menge ungelesener bücher, die sich in den letzten jahren im regal angesammelt haben. zu wenig zeit, aber haben wollen. klar.

die aufgabe für die nächsten monate wird sein, wenigstens eines oder zwei bücher pro monat zu lesen.
mitte februar dann semesterferien. vielleicht schaff ich dann auch mal drei. ha.