Nimmer ist immer nimmer. Immer ist nimmer immer. Und nimmer ist nimmer immer nimmer. Weil immer und nimmer immer nimmer sind und nimmer nimmer immer sein kann. Aber sie sind immer zusammen.

Loslassen ist eine Kunst die nicht alle beherrschen. Manchmal kann, will und möchte man es nicht. Und man weiss nicht wieso und warum.
Dieses eine Lied kommt ganz nah dran...ganz nah an dieses Gefühl.


I-C-H-W-A-R-H-i-E-R (von Alin Coen)

Ich werde meine Hand tättowieren- ich lass los.
Ich will auch meinen Kopf formatieren- er wehrt sich bloß.
Und wenn ich glaub ich hab mich gefangen, dann kippt's auch schon, doch ich will nichts verlangen.
Es sieht zwar nicht nach Chancen aus, doch den Kurs den halt ich -volle Kraft vorraus.

Ich schreib auf deine Mauer- hier die Tür.
Und ich renne fest dagegen, damit ich irgendetwas spür.
Und je mehr ich deine Nähe such, desto weiter rückst du fort.
Und obwohl ich mich dafür verfluch werf ich die Hoffnung nicht ganz über Bord.

Die Lösung fehlt und ich überleg- ich muss ganz weit weg,
also mach ich mir den Plan und beweg mich nicht vom Fleck.
Und wenn ich glaub ich habs überwunden, wird gleich neuer Anlass erfunden.
Ich versuchs, schau her!
Schon wieder ein Versuch mehr.

Ich schreib auf deine Mauer, dies ist der Weg.
Und ich kratze an den Fugen, damit sich irgendetwas regt.
Und je länger ich auf der Stelle trete, desto mehr verlierts an Sinn.
Weil es nicht mal einen Schritt weiter geht, ich verliere mich bloß darin.

So sehr ich es bedauer, schaff ich's nicht bis zu dir.
Und ich schreib ich auf deine Mauer 'ich war hier' .
Und je weiter ich mich dann entfern', desto leichter fällt's, zu verstehen.
Ich weiß du magst mich auch sehr gern mit etwas Abstand.
Versehen.

Gone Magic or the Escalation of Nothingness

People in perfect harmony
Celebrating the beauty of wilderness
Not expecting the arising agony
Just feeling the purity of happiness

A market – crazy, chaotic and colourful
A group – lonely, sad, and hateful
Lots of locals – proud, pure and poetic
Lots of police – fearful, feist and furious

While the sun is shining
The crowd is flying
While they eat, sell and buy
The others eat, and wait for them to cry

Music fills the air
Everywhere
Smiles light up the day
Even there

There where all the worries
Are forgotten
There where for a moment
The world stopps to rotten

But then – all of the sudden
The darkness swallows the light
A fire here, a loud BANG there
Agression is rising

People seemingly lost
People just wanting to celebreate
From here to there...
...to nowhere

A stone, a fall, a cry
Astonished people just screaming „why“?
They push, they run, they fear
Just save me my dear

Why am I still here?
Why do I fear
So close, so closed

Pushing, holding, screaming
Hurting, running, running...

Clouds

Last night when i went to bed
I wrote this letter in my head
I was too spaced out for you to reach me
I used to teach you now you teach me
I never thought that you were gonna realise
What you had inside, so now i´m well suprised

They say my head is in the clouds
They say my head is in the clouds
Cloud nine to be precise

You see the world is turning on
And somethings are
Just the way they are they are

The world is turning on
And somethings are
just the way they, just the way they are

I take the best words that come to my mind
The nicest melody that i can find
I write the greatest song that i can write
To bring you back into my life

Back then god had sent me
to make you angry
to send you on your journey
Coz there were things you had to learn

They say my head is in the clouds
they say my head is in the clouds
Cloud nine to be precise

You see our world ain´t in this world
You see our world ain´t in this world
Cloud nine to be precise

The world is turning on
And somethings are
Just the way they are they are

The world is turning on
And somethings are
Just the way they just the way they are


I turn my back on this
It wouldn´t change a thing
It´s just the way it is
You couldn´t change a thing
It´s been from ever since
From before time begins
I surrender all there is
No joy like this again

You take all my songs
I wrote them for you
See i din´t know
I only thought i knew
You were invisible
Now you visible
Was too blind to see
Like the sun it dawns on me

The world is turning on
And somethings are
Just the way they are they are

The world is turning on
And somethings are
Just the way they just the way they are

(Clouds by Patrice)

She loves you (not)

Weep for yourself, my man,
you'll never be what is in your heart
weep little lion man,
you're not as brave as you were at the start
rate yourself and rake yourself,
take all the courage you have left
wasted on fixing all the problems
that you`ve made in your own head

but it was not your fault but…
and it is your heart on the line
it is really fucked up all the time
isn`t it my dear?
isn`t it, my…

tremble for yourself, my man,
you know that you have seen this all before
tremble little lion man,
you'll never settle for any of your scores
your grace is wasted in your face,
your boldness stands alone among the wreck
learn from your sister or else spend your days biting your own neck

but it was not your fault but…
and it is your heart on the line
it is really fucked up all the time
isn`t it my dear?
Isn`t it, my…

but it was not your fault but…
and it is your heart on the line
it is really fucked up all the time
isn`t it my dear?
Isn`t it, my dear?

but it was not your fault but…
and it is your heart on the line
it is really fucked up all the time
isn`t it my dear?
Isn`t it, my…

but it is not your fault but mine
and it was your heart on the line
I really fucked it up this time
didn't I, my dear?
didn't I, my dear?

(a little changed version of : Mumford and Sons - Little Lion Man)

Walk the Line

Trying to walk the line
Trying to keep it fine
Trying to understand
Trying to master my hand.

Far away FRIENDS
Distant LANDS
Thinking one THING
Thinking the wrong THING.

Trying to walk the line
Trying to keep it fine
Trying to understand
Trying to master my hand.

Disappointed in me
Disapointed in thee
Sad because it is true
Sad because it is you.

Friends should be friends
A friendship ends
A YES and a NO
What way shall I go?

Trying to walk the line
Trying to keep it fine
Trying to understand
Trying to master my hand.

Friends should be friends
A friendship ends
A YES and a NO
What way will you go?

Another Land
Another hand
Another mind
Another kind.

Him and her
Love to stirr
Life isn't a drink
Whatever you think.

Needing you here
But you chose to be there
Staying away like no friend
I guess our friendship will end.

Trying to walk the line
Trying to keep it fine
Trying to understand
Trying to master my hand.

Selfishly you chose to be
I wish you the best
Honestly my 'lil rollercoaster bee
Go on with your QUEST.

Hilflos

Ausser Atem stehe ich da
Alles ist so unglaublich unklar
Ein Herz, ein Körper, ein Wille
Gefangen in unheimlicher Stille

Auf einmal braucht sie Mich
Gegen das grelle Licht
Gegen die Sterilität
Gegen die Schmerzen
Gegen das Unbekannte
Gegen sie und fuer Sie

Er ist bei ihr doch eingefroren
In der Angst sie zu verlieren
Ist er verloren

Another place

Sometimes a road trip through the snow,
Rescuing some northern wings,
Carries you to another place.

Sometimes snowflakes fly so strong
One cannot see the street that
lies ahaed

Sometimes snowflakes turn to rain
Sometimes they carry you all the way
to the coast

Sometimes you realize that you CANT
choose your blood
But that you CAN choose
your friends

Sometimes you feel so lost, so lonely
Sometimes there is a shoulder that
protects you

Sometimes you cant forget
But sometimes you need to forgive
in order to move on

Sometimes you need to let go
Sometimes you wonder why
Sometimes you wonder what if
Sometimes you realize

...that what will be will be


Thank you northern wind!

Gone Magic


Magical moments they come and go. Just as a song has its flow. A rhythm one sings a long a certain time over and over. All of the sudden the rythm keeps repeating itself too many times.
Gone magic.

Magical moments they come and go. First a scent, then a sensation, one turns around. The smell keeps hunting us- until someone passes us on the street- it returns. And then it is gone again.
Gone magic.

Magical moments they come and go. A smile, a look, a voice. Giving and getting. Mis-understanding the moment.
Gone magic