
Pop-Corner (Musik-Ecke)
#421 Re: Pop-Corner (Musik-Ecke)
denn die Waffen, mit denen wir kämpfen, sind nicht fleischlicher Art, sondern starke Gotteswaffen zur Zerstörung von Bollwerken: wir zerstören mit ihnen klug ausgedachte Anschläge (2.Korinther 10:4)
#422 Re: Pop-Corner (Musik-Ecke)
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Freiheit ist das Recht, anderen zu sagen, was sie nicht hören wollen.
George Orwell
George Orwell
#423 Re: Pop-Corner (Musik-Ecke)
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Freiheit ist das Recht, anderen zu sagen, was sie nicht hören wollen.
George Orwell
George Orwell
#425 Re: Pop-Corner (Musik-Ecke)
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Lg Kingdom
Lg Kingdom
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#426 Re: Pop-Corner (Musik-Ecke)
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(1) Been running away so long from the day
Into the strange night of stone to fade away
As the light is gently bleeding out of my soul
Penetrating the evening as I ride on this endless road
(Refr) But you can't turn back the time
It always gonna wait on the line
Some may wish never to be born, wasting the dawn
Like a rose growing from the Christ's thorn, wasting the dawn
(2) Been waiting for you for so long, little bird of prey
To fly me higher to the brighter day
Where the lizard lingers long under the sun
Forgetting the night, darkest July Paris '71
(1) Been running away so long from the day
Into the strange night of stone to fade away
As the light is gently bleeding out of my soul
Penetrating the evening as I ride on this endless road
(Refr) But you can't turn back the time
It always gonna wait on the line
Some may wish never to be born, wasting the dawn
Like a rose growing from the Christ's thorn, wasting the dawn
(2) Been waiting for you for so long, little bird of prey
To fly me higher to the brighter day
Where the lizard lingers long under the sun
Forgetting the night, darkest July Paris '71
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#429 Re: Pop-Corner (Musik-Ecke)
(1) Going on their lands for sale to stake my claim burn my name in the soil out past the borders beyond the hill through seasons of nothing safe for the self-destructive world memories get altered no point of reference to hold and it feels like someone is watching asi tear into the skin of innocence and decadence for awhile
(2) So we settled in and half the veins where blood runs pure troubled the cure for a short while out in the dust they suffocate the sprawl and greed bent on breed and stare and children stare stare through shiny little boxes.
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