September 2010
19 posts
15 minutes of fame. bro and me on stehsegelrevue... →
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windsurfers
you don’t know their first name. you don’t know their last name. sometimes you can’t recall their nickname. maybe you can’t recognize them outside of the spot, not wearing wetsuit and harness. and you know which sailsizes they are on usually but nothing about what they do for living.
you haven’t meet them for weeks - in winter for months - but when some blow pops...
mind and soul
sometimes your mind and soul separates from eachother. your mind says: why the bloody hell does someone come to the cold, unfamiliar and unfriendly place like this, while home is warm, blessed and peaceful. (well, it’s not used to be like that all the time, but it seems. at least.) and then your soul answers: get yourself together, will you? take your kit, sail away, look for a chop, jump...
rocket queen
And now with google (and lyricsfreak):
I see you standing
Standing on your own
It’s such a lonely place for you
For you to be
If you need a shoulder
Or if you need a friend
I’ll be here standing
Until the bitter end
No one needs the sorrow
No one needs the pain
I hate to see you
Walking out there
Out in the rain
So don’t chastise me
Or think I, I mean you harm
Of...
rocket queen
let’s see how well i remember the best love song ever from gnr. (without google, to be fair)
i see you standin’
standing on your own
it’s such a lonely place for you
for you, too me
if you need a shoulder
if you need a friend
i’ll be standing
until the end
no one needs a sorrow
no one needs a pain
i hate to see you
walking down
in the rain
so don’t...
shame(?)!
as long as so-called pop songs have been existing in the mainstream - give or take for sixty years -, they gather around only three topic:
- you are with me,
- you aren’t with me,
- why aren’t you with me.
nb.: show me a grindcore track and i show you the lead guitarist’s broken heart within…
“We started the morning with a giggle when Tom asked Steve, who had injured his...”
– lynn bridle
showing off
‘uncle matula, i used to sail with two fins.’
‘you can’t come off well even with one, son.’
kiters=gaylords →
game
we happily and relieved run out of the office every weekdays in the evenings and leave all the mess behind. the end-of-school feeling is rumbling fresh in our veins, it’s like being 10 years old again. fabulous. old, dirty running shoes and crimson sneakers are discovered among the already forgotten high-school stuffs and goals are made by taken off jumpers.
we’re playing one-on-one...
“Über die Jahre hat sich nun unser Sport gewandelt. Windsurfen entwickelte sich...”
– berni seidl
Watchtidy and true.
for...ever
‘hi, bro!’
‘hi ya.’
‘four-seven?’
‘four-two.’
‘choppy?’
‘not so much.’
‘waves?’
‘typical port-tack ride.’
‘thruster?’
‘single.’
‘…’
‘…’
‘girl?’
‘we broke up straight away. have caught her with one of...
