Schlagwort: Musik

Song song song.

Musical taste argument of the day: If you can leave out a block of 50 seconds and the song still sounds the same, then it is probably crap.

Frei Zeit.

Sehen Sie die Uhr dort oben,
wissen Sie die Zeiger sagen

dass ich Sie anzeige,
wenn Sie mich jetzt noch weiter plagen

Grossstadtgeflüster: Feierabend

As the virus spreads inside.

Look around, then you see
It's no doubt that we face extermination

Amaranthe: Viral

Scheresteinpapier.

Everybody wants to be happy so
Take a look around find a hand to hold
If you really want you can change like the weather
No matter what you do it'll keep getting better

Katzenjammer: Rock-Paper-Scissors

Here, home, us.

Look again at that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there-on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

Carl Sagan: Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space, as quoted in Nightwish: All the Works of Nature Which Adorn the World, part VIII. Ad Astra