To whom it may concern

[Nerea]

ay after day, love turns grey
Like the skin of a dying man.
Night after night, we pretend its all right
But I have grown older and
You have grown colder and
Nothing is very much fun any more.


And I can feel one of my turns coming on.
I feel cold as a razor blade,
Tight as a tourniquet,
Dry as a funeral drum.


Run to the bedroom,
In the suitcase on the left
You'll find my favorite axe.
Don't look so frightened
This is just a passing phase,
One of my bad days.
Would you like to watch T.V.?
Or get between the sheets?
Or contemplate the silent freeway?
Would you like something to eat?
Would you like to learn to fly?
Would'ya?
Would you like to see me try?
Would you like to call the cops?
Do you think it's time I stopped?

Why are you running away?

[Is there anybody out there?]

RE: To whom it may concern


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[Nerea]

Nobody home


I've got a little black book with my poems in.
Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in.
When I'm a good dog, they sometimes throw me a bone in.
I got elastic bands keepin my shoes on.
Got those swollen hand blues.
Got thirteen channels of shit on the T.V. to choose from.

I've got electric light.
And I've got second sight.
And amazing powers of observation.
And that is how I know
When I try to get through
On the telephone to you
There'll be nobody home.

I've got the obligatory Hendrix perm.
And the inevitable pinhole burns
All down the front of my favorite satin shirt.
I've got nicotine stains on my fingers.
I've got a silver spoon on a chain.
I've got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains.
I've got wild staring eyes.
And I've got a strong urge to fly.
But I got nowhere to fly to.

Babe when I pick up the phone
There's still nobody home.

I've got a pair of Gohills boots
and I got fading roots.
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"Where the hell are you?"
"Over 47 german planes were destroyed with the loss of only 15 of our own aircraft" "Where the hell are you Simon?"

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http://www.bruder-franziskus.de/pinkfloyd/wall19.htm

Ist nicht alles 100 % übersetzt, aber kann man so annehmen

[hans_01]

My Aphrodisiac Is You


Some people say
That oysters make you come on strong,
But i don't buy it,
I don't believe my diet turns me on,
Won't take no pills,
That's the last thing that i need to do,
i can't deny it, my aphrodisiac is you.

Alright,
I could sniff some powdered rhino horn,
And go to bed in rubber gloves.
But i don't need no stimulation,
Potions, balms or embrocation,
I'm in love, - in other words:

Don't smoke no grass
or opium from old Hong Kong,
That Hubble-bubble
Just makes me see you double all night long.
Don't waste my time,
With Spanish fly and roots to chew,
They cause me trouble
Because my aphrodisiac is you

Alright,
I could sniff some powdered rhino horn,
And go to bed in rubber gloves.
But i don't need no stimulation,
Potions, balms or embrocation,
I'm in love, - in other words:

Some people like
To read the Khama Sutra first,
But i don't need it
I think if i should read it i'd be worse!
Don't ask me why,
'cause baby, i aint got a clue.
I just concede it,
My aphrodisiac is you.

(Katie Melua)

[Frühlingsrolle]

RE: To whom it may concern


mal was anderes nerea,
bist du eigentlich auch, in diesem plauder-forum vertreten, wo ankef, hörnchen usw. sich rumtreiben?

[Nerea]

RE: To whom it may concern


Ja, aber nicht unter "Nerea".
Ausserdem nur sporadisch immer mal wieder da..
Warum ???

Frühlingsrolle :
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mal was anderes nerea,
bist du eigentlich auch, in diesem plauder-forum vertreten, wo ankef, hörnchen usw. sich rumtreiben?

[meinereine]

RE: Nobody home


hab mir eben den link angesehen....klasse! danke für die anregung!

[Barabbas]

RE: One of these days...


...I'm going to cut you into little pieces...(Meddle, 1972 glaube ich). Wollte noch gestern schreiben, habe aber keine zeit gehabt.

[Nerea]

RE: One of these days...


Yep, richtig..Meddle...:-)

You've got mail,....y yo, me voy a la cunita.

Que duermas bien, chico

Barabbas :
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...I'm going to cut you into little pieces...(Meddle, 1972 glaube ich). Wollte noch gestern schreiben, habe aber keine zeit gehabt.