slacker.

somewhere between Poland and Berlin

Let’s go for a drive and see the town tonight
There’s nothing to do but I don’t mind when
I’m with you

This town’s so strange they built it to change
And while we sleep we know the streets get rearranged
With my old friends it was so different then
Before your war against the suburbs began

Before it began

Now the music divides us into tribes
You grew your hair so I grew mine
You said the past won’t rest
Until we jump the fence and leave it behind

With my old friends I can remember when
You cut your hair, I never saw you again
Now the cities we live in could be distant stars
And I search for you in every passing car

The night’s so long
Yeah the night’s so long
I’ve been living in the shadows of your song

Been living in the shadows of your song

In the suburbs I, I learned to drive
And you told me we would never survive,
So grab your mother’s keys we leave tonight

                                       

But you started a war that we can’t win
They keep erasing all the streets we grew up in
Now the music divides us into tribes
You choose your side, I’ll choose my side

                                         

All my old friends they don’t know me now All my old friends are staring through me now 

All my old friends they don’t know me now All my old friends they don’t know me now 

They don’t know me now All my old friends, wait…    

                                      

                                               

sieh.nur.die.Stadt.

"...wie sie dabei sind, alles einzureißen"

meanwhile

...in Dortmund- Hörde

48h

coffein

EXPOSED

Learning lines in the rain. Special effects by Loonatik and Drinks.The graveyard scene.The golden years.

on||the||road

one|day|we|will|die

And one day we will die.And our ashes will fly 

from the aeroplane over the sea.But for now we

are young.Let us lay in the sun.And count every

beautiful thing we can see.Love to be.In the

arms of all I'm keeping here with me.

to grandpa 06102009 

wochenend||impressionen

tales||from||the||crypt

The first time that I met her I was convinced I had finally found the one. She was convinced I was under the influence of all those drunken romantics – I was reading Fante at the time – I had bukowski on the mind. She got a job at Jacob’s serving cocktails to the local drunks. Against her will. I fit the bill: I perched down at the end of the bar, She Said, “Space is not just a place for stars – I gave you an inch, you want a house with a yard.” And I know she loved me once, but those days are gone. She used to call me everyday from a pay phone on her break for lunch – just to say she can’t wait to come home. 

born||in||the||80s

under||water||love

empty your mind, be formless, shapeless- like water.