Cause

Dezember 29, 2013

Detroit - fisherblueroomDetroit – fisherblueroom foto by Lance The LBC

1967 Mrs Helen Hall was killed during Race Riots in Detroit

  Mrs Helen Hall was killed during Race Riots in Detroit 1967
by www.theseamericans.com

Rodriguez – Cause (1970)

Cause I lost my job two weeks before Christmas
And I talked to Jesus at the sewer
And the Pope said it was none of his God-damned business
While the rain drank champagne

My Estonian Archangel came and got me wasted
Cause the sweetest kiss I ever got is the one I’ve never tasted
Oh but they’ll take their bonus pay to Molly McDonald,
Neon ladies, beauty is that which obeys, is bought or borrowed

Cause my heart’s become a crooked hotel full of rumours
But it’s I who pays the rent for these fingered-face out-of-tuners
and I make 16 solid half hour friendships every evening

Cause your queen of hearts who is half a stone
And likes to laugh alone is always threatening you with leaving
Oh but they play those token games on Willy Thompson
And give a medal to replace the son of Mrs. Annie Johnson

Cause they told me everybody’s got to pay their dues
And I explained that I had overpaid them
So overdued I went to the company store
and the clerk there said that they had just been invaded
So I set sail in a teardrop and escaped beneath the doorsill

Cause the smell of her perfume echoes in my head still
Cause I see my people trying to drown the sun
In weekends of whiskey sours
Cause how many times can you wake up in this comic book
and plant flowers?

Sixto Rodriguez

junger Freund

Dezember 29, 2013

junger Freund

junge Freundin

Dezember 29, 2013

junge Freundin

Catch The Wind

Dezember 28, 2013

Donovan – Catch The Wind

In the chilly hours and minutes
Of uncertainty, I want to be
In the warm hold of your loving mind

To feel you all around me
And to take your hand along the sand
Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind

When sundown pales the sky
I want to hide a while behind your smile
And everywhere I’d look your eyes I’d find

For me to love you now
Would be the sweetest thing, ‚twould make me sing
Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind

When rain has hung the leaves with tears
I want you near to kill my fears
To help me to leave all my blues behind

For standin‘ in your heart
Is where I want to be and I long to be
Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind
Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind
Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind
Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind
(Ah, but I may as well try)
Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind
(I may as well try)
I may as well try and catch the wind
(I may as well try)
I may as well try and catch the wind
(I may as well try)
Don’t you know, baby, that I may as well try and catch the wind
(I may as well try)
(I may as well try)
(I may as well try)

the remains of the day

Dezember 25, 2013

MONO – The Remains of the Day

träumen

Dezember 24, 2013

träumenfoto von fahw

Meine Wahrnehmung
ist meine Existenz –
und ohne sie
– wär ich nicht –

Meine Wahrnehmung
ist meine Welt
und endet meine Wahrnehmung
so endet auch meine Welt

– aber was ist dann
meine Wahrnehmung
in einem Traum ?

Dezember 20, 2013

Es gibt keine traurige Musik –
– nur traurige Menschen.

Dezember 20, 2013

songs by the tumbled sea

songs by the tumbled sea

Filou – Schlag auf Schlag

Schlag auf Schlag

Wo du gehst, gehst du ab
Bild, das keinen Rahmen hat
Wo du stehst, da stand ich auch
Linientreu und unverbraucht

Oben hockt der tiefe Fall
Ein Sturm zieht auf mit Überschall
Kirche, Baukran, Taubenchor
Die scharfen Windböen Wiens im Ohr

Meine Finger taub und hart
Mein Witz hat schon so einen Bart
Klagelied und Schlachtgesang
Aber nie ein Schmerz, nur ein Belang

Halt mich fest und lass mich los
Gib mir meinen Gnadenstoß
Sag mir wo, ich sag dir wann
Ich schau dich, wenn das Licht stimmt, so gern an

Und Zug um Zug
Leer ich den Krug
Und Schlag auf Schlag
Erschlägt mich der Tag
Und Schwarz auf Weiß
Hier der Beweis
Und Stück für Stück
Kehr ich zurück

Wo du lebst, lebst du knapp
Stadt, die keinen Namen hat
Hier serviert man Guglhupf
Ein überdachter Unterschlupf

Besockte Füße in Sandalen
Gehen wir ohne zu bezahlen
Man erzählt sich ungehemmt
Das Geld, das Geld hat uns getrennt

Die Abenteuer grell und schrill
In die ich mich stürzen will
Mit Haut und Haaren, mit Haaren und Haut
Zu viel hat sich schon angestaut

Meistens weltfremd, oft naiv
Unser Liebesdetektiv
Ihr auf der Spur, ihr hinterher
Es klang leicht, es ist manchmal so schwer

www.filoumusik.com

Dezember 17, 2013

rimasfoto by fahw

Savages – City’s full

Savages – Hit Me

Savages Jehnny Beth and the lyrics of Hit Me

Savages – Fuckers

Savages Tour dates

Savages Tour dates

Breakdown (And Then…)

Dezember 16, 2013

Rowland S. Howard – Breakdown (And Then…)