Donnerstag, 19. Februar 2009

he called me veronique

this is why i loved to be a musicians girl.

"mai 10
also schatzi batzi.....

verse
i sold my soul for a one night stand, followed alice into wonderland, i took the pills and i danced with the queen, - oh yeah - we danced inbetween, all them lines

chorus
they called her véronique, the kind that everybody knows, oh yeah véronique, finder than every painted rose

verse
i followed daylight right into dark, n took the matter like a walk in the park, but then i met her, yeah she felt so damn right, an she weren't no child of the night

chorus
they called her véronique, the kind that everybody knows, oh yeah véronique, finder than every painted rose

bridge
her kind of love is what i adore, oh what kind of trouble am i in for, cuz my kind of heaven, cuz my kind of heaven, lies at hells back door

chorus
they called her véronique, the kind that everybody knows, oh yeah véronique, finder than every painted rose"

isn't this sweet as hell?

Mittwoch, 18. Februar 2009

Montag, 16. Februar 2009

männlichkeit. zuviel verlangt?

wo sind die männer die sagen was sie wollen? die männer die sich nehmen was sie wollen!
wo habens eigentlich all diese metrosexuellen typen rausgelassen?
wo sind die männer, die dir beim küssen den arsch packen? und gleichzeitig 5 liter bier trinken.
ja, man muss es einfach mal sagen: wo sind sie hin, die männer mit den eiern in der hose?

Donnerstag, 12. Februar 2009

yes

it's totally fucked.
i'm totally fucked.
wish you were here.

Mittwoch, 11. Februar 2009

yes

"i've been listening to my gut since i was 14 years old, and frankly speaking, i've come to the conclusion that my guts have shit for brains."

Samstag, 7. Februar 2009

bald ist brüderschafts reunion!

..und sie werden immer fetter

Donnerstag, 5. Februar 2009

got to show me love

so this was my monday


and i don't know why, but i fucking had the groove to this one

Mittwoch, 4. Februar 2009

Sonntag, 1. Februar 2009

no more i love yous

die tage ziehn an mir vorbei. irgendwie ist immer sonntag und dann montag. die wochenenden sind nichts. die wochentage noch weniger.