Broken Thoughts

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I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that’s real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything

What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar’s chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here

What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way

Nine Inch Nailes – Hurt

Wie ist die Welt so stille..

Verteidigungsminister Helmut Schmidt

Helmut Schmidt
* 23. Dezember 1918 in Hamburg; † 10. November 2015

Wollst endlich sonder Grämen
Aus dieser Welt uns nehmen
Durch einen sanften Tod!
Und, wenn du uns genommen,
Laß uns in Himmel kommen,
Du unser Herr und unser Gott!

So legt euch denn, ihr Brüder,
In Gottes Namen nieder;
Kalt ist der Abendhauch.
Verschon uns, Gott! mit Strafen,
Und laß uns ruhig schlafen!
Und unsern kranken Nachbar auch!

Matthias Claudius

Photo: Bundeswehr/Archiv

Hold your breath

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All the dogs are howling now
Waken up by a noise
Seven days with no water
Seven days all alone

And it goes on and on and on
and on and on
On and on and on and on and off

Sleepovers and returns
waving back all concerns

Seven days no hunger
Seven days all alone

So hold your breath and save your words
you’re waving back all concerns

Seven days no wonder
Seven days all alone

And it goes on and on and on
and on and on
On and on and on and on and off

Krakow loves Adana