I don't remember where my feet touch the ground but I remember every word and every sound

Portugal. the Man - Lay me back down

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I remember things, not many things
I don't remember where my feet touch the ground
But I remember every word and every sound

I remember things, not many things
I don't remember when the ships hit the sea
But I remember my name and what they paid for me

They placed me in the bed with the cold hearted people
Divided into space.
Lay me back down
In the holes and the warmth that we've warmed up
Pour me on in
Lay me back down
Lay me back down
Aahhhhh...

I remember things, not many things
I don't remember presidents or what they did
But I remember the wars and just who profited

I remember things, not many things
I don't remember place in times
But I remember the love and just who gave me it

In the bed with the cold hearted people
And listen to them working too hard
Lay me back down
In the holes and the warmth that we've warmed up

I hear them calling me back to the ground
I hear them calling me back where I belong

Catch for us the foxes in the vineyard - the little foxes.

Mewithoutyou - The Soviet

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God is love and love is real, but the dead are dancing with the dead and through all that's charming disappears.
All things lovely only hurt my head as I gather stones from fields like pearls of water on my fingers' ends and wrap them in boxes.
Save from windows, from things that break, as the night-time shined like day it saw my sorry face.
Hair a mess but it liked my best that way
(besides how else could I confess? When I looked down like if to pray, well I was looking down her dress...) Good god, please! Catch for us the foxes in the vineyard - the little foxes.

Turn your ear, musician.
To silence because they only come out when it's quiet, their tails brushing over your eyelids - wake up, sleeper, and rise from the dead!
Or the fur that they shed will cover your bed in a delicate orange-ish cinnamon red.
Ah, I don’t need this!
I hate my loves, I have my doubts.
I don’t need this.

Pack all your words in case, we take them all away

Musee Mecanique - Like home

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Take precious things away,
With clouds and tape,
Strike up the bell to play,
And walk down to the lake.

Hold this ghost,
Sweet unknown

Hold this ghost,
Feels like home

Pack all your words in case,
We take them all away,
Find us the darkest space,
In time can't quite taste

Hold this ghost,
Feels like home,
Hold this ghost,
Sweet unknown...

Come on and sew us together, tattered rags stained forever.

Listener - Wooden Heart

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We’re all born to broken people on their most honest day of living
and since that first breath... We’ll need grace that we’ve never given
I've been haunted by standard red devils and white ghosts
and it's not only when these eyes are closed
these lies are ropes that I tie down in my stomach,
but they hold this ship together tossed like leaves in this weather
and my dreams are sails that I point towards my true north,
stretched thin over my rib bones, and pray that it gets better
but it won’t won’t, at least I don’t believe it will...
so I've built a wooden heart inside this iron ship,
to sail these blood red seas and find your coasts.
don’t let these waves wash away your hopes
this war-ship is sinking, and I still believe in anchors
pulling fist fulls of rotten wood from my heart, I still believe in saviors
but I know that we are all made out of shipwrecks, every single board
washed and bound like crooked teeth on these rocky shores
so come on and let’s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief
and fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach
come on and sew us together, tattered rags stained forever
we only have what we remember

I am the barely living son of a woman and man who barely made it
but we’re making it taped together on borrowed crutches and new starts
we all have the same holes in our hearts...
everything falls apart at the exact same time
that it all comes together perfectly for the next step
but my fear is this prison... that I keep locked below the main deck
I keep a key under my pillow, it’s quiet and it’s hidden
and my hopes are weapons that I’m still learning how to use right
but they’re heavy and I’m awkward...always running out of fight
so I’ve carved a wooden heart, put it in this sinking ship
hoping it would help me float for just a few more weeks
because I am made out of shipwrecks, every twisted beam
lost and found like you and me scattered out on the sea
so come on let’s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief
and fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach
come on and sew us together, just some tattered rags stained forever
we only have what we remember

My throat it still tastes like house fire and salt water
I wear this tide like loose skin, rock me to sea
if we hold on tight we’ll hold each other together
and not just be some fools rushing to die in our sleep
all these machines will rust I promise, but we'll still be electric
shocking each other back to life
Your hand in mine, my fingers in your veins connected
our bones grown together inside
our hands entwined, your fingers in my veins braided
our spines grown stronger in time
because are church is made out of shipwrecks
from every hull these rocks have claimed
but we pick ourselves up, and try and grow better through the change
so come on yall and let’s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief
and fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach
come on and sew us together, were just tattered rags stained forever
we only have what we remember

Hanging on a star

Nick Drake - Hanging on a star

Die Nacht holt heimlich durch des Vorhangs Falten

Aus Deinem Haar vergeßnen Sonnenschein.

Schau, ich will nichts, als Deine Hände halten

Und still und gut und voller Frieden sein.

Da wächst die Seele mir, bis sie in Scherben

Den Alltag sprengt; sie wird so wunderweit:

An ihren morgenroten Molen sterben

Die ersten Wellen der Unendlichkeit.

-Rilke

Mono - Ashes in the snow

I'll give you my words in poetry. In sonnet form, a sonnet for thee.

Aereogramme - If you  love me you'd destroy me

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I'll give you my heart, I'll give you my soul

I'll give you all that I've ever been

And all that I've touched, that's ever touched me

The flesh and the bones of my memories

And if you love me you'd destroy me

If you love me you'd destroy me

I'll give you my words in poetry

In sonnet form, a sonnet for thee

Cause roses are red, and violets are blue

And lavender's green with envy of you

I'll give you my life to wreck

My hopes to crush

My tender sanity

I'll give you my heart to break

My hand to brush

Away so callously

Probably one of the most beautiful songs ever.

This will destroy you - Quiet

We are like children dressing in our parents' clothes

Mewithoutyou - A glass can ony spill what it contains

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A cat came drifting onto my porch from the outside cold
And with eyes closed, drinking warm milk from my bowl
Thought,
"Nobody hears me! Nobody hears me!
As I crept in so soft
And nobody sees me! Nobody sees me!"
As I watched six steps off

Like peacocks wandering the walkways of the zoo
Who have twice the autonomy the giraffes and the tigers do
Saying,
"No one can stop me! No one can stop me!
No one clips my claws.
Now everyone watch me! Everyone watch me
scale these outside walls!"

Oh you, pious and profane
Put away your praise and blame
Said, "A glass can only spill what it contains"
To the perpetually plain, the incurably inane
A glass can only spill what it contains

What new mystery is this?
What blessed backwardness?
The Immeasurable One is held and does not resist!
Struck by wicked words and foolish fists of senseless men
The Almighty One does not defend

I was halfway listening to what she thinks she knows
We're like children dressing in our parents' clothes
Saying,
"Nobody knows me. Nobody knows me.
No one knows my name.
Nobody knows me. Nobody knows me.
No, nobody knows me."

I half-heartedly explained
But gave up peacefully ashamed
A glass can only spill what it contains
We went to Portugal and Spain
And in her mind the entire time it rained
A glass can only spill what it contains

What new mystery is this?
In overflowing emptiness
The Invisible is seen among the shadows and the mist
Before my doubting eyes the Infinite appears in time
The Unquestionable is questioned but makes no reply

What new mystery is this?
What new mystery is this?
What new mystery is this?
What new mystery is this?
What new mystery is this?
My lips betray with a kiss
What new mystery is this? 

Thrice - Silver wings

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From tender years you took me for granted

But still I deign to wander through your lungs

While you were sleeping soundly in your bed,

(Your drapes were silver wings, your shutters flung)

I drew the poison from the summer's sting,

And eased the fire out of your fevered skin.

I moved in you and stirred your soul to sing;

And if you'd let me I would move again.

I've danced 'tween sunlit strands of lover's hair;

Helped form the final words before your death.

I've pitied you and plied your sails with air;

Gave blessing when you rose upon my breath.

And after all of this I am amazed,

That I am cursed far more than I am praised.

These new puritans - We want war

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Some of these trees have been growing for years
The leaves on the floor must be five metres deep
The paths are a labyrinth or even a trap
Some tides don't turn some things never come back.

Secret recordings were made in the marsh
I bore a hole in the tree just to see
Knights dance in molecules, here's Gallahad
They're rising back up, they're rising back up.

Shadows dance back up, it's happening again
If you listen carefully you might hear them whisper:
"We hold all the secrets, we hold all the words;
But they're scrambled and broken so you'll never know"

(And that the Thames flows beneath the grass)
Can't you see them floating like black ash?
Can't you feel them crawling down your back?
Can't you feel them breathing down your neck?
Sea breeze, sea breeze.

Beirut - Nantes

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Well it's been a long time, long time now
since I've seen you smile

and I'll gamble away my fright
and I'll gamble away my time
and in a year, a year or so
this will slip into the sea
well it's been a long time, long time now
since I've seen you smile

nobody raise their voices
just another night to mourn to
nobody raise their voices
just another night to mourn to

Endlich lässt sich die Sonne mal wieder in Berlin blicken und tunkt die sonst so trostlose Hermannstraße in hübsches, goldenes Licht. Das perfekte Lied für diesen Tag? Ich glaube dieses hier.

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Sing something wonderful
Sing something horrible

Cuz they said something new
How much more could you ever do
You said something more
How much could you ever do
You paint them off
Paint them off

I was echoing the sunrise 
talking with the rain
and you were walking 
with the sunshine echoing the same thing

Nietzsche hat einmal gesagt: 'Ohne Musik wäre das Leben ein Irrtum'. Und ich muss sagen, dass ich mir ein Leben ohne Musik und selber musizieren gar nicht erst vorstellen möchte. Neben den anderen Dingen, die ich liebe, ist die Musik immer am präsentesten, denn sie begleitet mich bei allem, was ich mache und wo immer ich gerade bin.


Wenn man mich fragt, was ich denn so für Musik höre, komme ich meist ins Stocken, da ich diese Frage unglaublich schwierig finde. Denn eigentlich könnte ich sagen: 'Alles was mir gefällt' .. .Aber damit wäre wahrscheinlich die fragende Person nicht einverstanden. Fange ich dann an einige Musikrichtungen zu nennen, die ich gerne höre, merke ich wie das Schubladendenken bei der anderen Person anfängt. Natürlich hat jeder seinen eigenen Musikgeschmack, jedoch finde ich es schade, sich vor etwas zu verschließen, was man nicht richtig kennt. Vor Neuem sowieso.