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desenfrenada — Fri, 14 Nov 2008 11:38:54 +0000

During lunchbreak our team managed to find the most convincing answer to the question: Who - or what - killed the dinosaurs?

Short answer: a tribe of 118-feet-humanoids, bred by the ancient Egyptions and enslaved to get those cozy pyramids built, ate them all up.
Long answer: to be published in the next Watch Tower. Also watch out to see a documentation on Astro-TV.

Second scientific sensation today:

Hocico - Gritas de las Entrañas

hmpf

desenfrenada — Tue, 11 Nov 2008 09:24:14 +0000

Die Malediven wollen umziehen - dann fliegen wir jetzt alle nochmal schnell hin, solange sie noch da sind, oder wie?

Making it besser

desenfrenada — Wed, 05 Nov 2008 21:52:09 +0000

Hocico - Forgotten tears

desenfrenada — Thu, 30 Oct 2008 09:44:36 +0000

Cruel fantasies
Of someone’s dreams
That’s what we are
We feel so far in here
Far from their highest plans
Far in our land
‘Cause we were born
In a cold womb
I wish I could visit home
To forget this cold
They call us forgotten tears
‘Cause no eyes cried for us griefs

When I look for answers
I just find this
I realize we’re forgotten tears
I hope their god never finds us

*sigh*

Sometimes I’ve got no clue

desenfrenada — Mon, 27 Oct 2008 09:57:33 +0000

But at least sometimes I know where to look.

Goethes Erben - Himmelgrau

Run(-ning nose)

desenfrenada — Fri, 24 Oct 2008 12:00:42 +0000

Yesterday’s evening run: 15km. Less beer the day before might have helped but hey, at least nobody had to carry me home.

And yes, the days get colder and colder. Thank goodness there are Cradle longsleeves one can borrow.

Zoe Keating - We insist

The resurrection of Amanda Palmer@Vienna

desenfrenada — Tue, 21 Oct 2008 10:30:30 +0000

Now that is what I call one of the best concerts of my life - Amanda Palmer played in Vienna last night and it was _vile_.

Jason Webley and Zoe Keating sang and played incantations, and the resurrection was successful - Amanda Palmer was everything but zombie. She started with Astronaut: A short history of nearly nothing and played through Ampersand, Blake Says, Bad habit, Mrs. O to Half Jack, Guitar Hero, Leeds United, Have to drive, Strength through music and The point of it all - and she brought with her: friends, company, whatever you would like to call a bunch of freaky people obviously having fun. The Danger Ensemble’s show was a joy to watch; they glided around like dolls in a mechanical doll house, covered themselves and Amanda in jam and white wine and, to sum it up, made live a cabaret this evening.

There was a “Ask Amanda” interlude when she answered questions fans had submitted to a box before the concert.
Questions: “Can I have a baby from you?” (”I like how this one’s phrased”) - “In what do you believe?” (”you Austrians are so f***ing deep”) - “Why are you a vegetarian? do you like broccoli?” (so much for being deep, Amanda).
I would have asked her if she was happy to be in Vienna with us, but sometimes you just don’t want to hear the truth. On the other hand, maybe she really was, who knows.

For this four-encore-concert (Die Seeräuber-Jenny, Umbrella cover, Ein Stuhl in der Hölle, Creep cover on the Ukulele, Living on a prayer cover, Girl anachronism…) our goddess of beauty and grotesqueness demanded human sacrifices, and she got one girl willing to have her hair cut to “Hallelujah”:

she tied you to her kitchen chair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
and from your lips she drew the hallelujah…

Amanda Palmer - Have to drive

desenfrenada — Tue, 21 Oct 2008 07:15:06 +0000

i have to drive
i have my reasons, deer
it’s cold outside
i hate the seasons here

i suffer mornings most of all
i feel so powerless and small
by 10 o’clock i’m back in bed
fighting the jury in my head

we learn to drive
it’s only natural, deer
we drive all night
we haven’t slept in years

we suffer mornings most of all
we saw you lying in the road
we tried to dig a decent grave
but it’s still no way to behave

it is a delicate position
spin the bottle
pick the victim
catch a tiger
switch directions
if he hollers
break his ankles
to protect him

we’ll have to drive
they’re getting closer
just get inside
it’s almost over

we will save your brothers we
will save your cousins we will drive them
far away from streets and signs
from all signs of mad mankind

we suffer mornings most of all
wake up all bleary-eyed and sore
forgetting everything we saw

i’ll meet you in an hour
at the car.

Massive Attack - Inertia creeps

desenfrenada — Fri, 17 Oct 2008 09:08:52 +0000

*rrrrrrr*

Recollect me darling raise me to your lips
Two undernourished egos four rotating hips
Hold on to me tightly I’m a sliding scale
Can’t endure then you can’t inhale
Clearly
Out of body experience interferes
And dreams of flying I fit nearly
Surrounds me though I get lonely
Slowly

Moving up slowly
Inertia keeps
She’s moving up slowly
Slowly
Moving up slowly
Inertia creeps
Moving up slowly
She comes
Moving up slowly
She comes
Moving up slowly
Inertia creeps
Moving up slowly
She comes
Moving up slowly
Moving up slowly

In my home no chrome as clear as
See me now with my nearest dearest
Been there when I’m over careering
Room shifting is endearing
Between us is our kitchen
Would you found my irritant’s itching
Been here before
Been here forever

Moving up slowly
Inertia keeps
Moving up slowly
Inertia creeps
Moving up slowly
Inertia keeps
Moving up slowly
She comes
Moving up slowly
Moving up slowly
She comes moving up slowly
Inertia creeps moving up slowly

She comes
I make no sound in my eider-down
Awake I lie in the morning’s blue
Room is still my antenna in you
Nylon burns the bedspread with two
Gravity’s zero see me stall
I bounce off walls lose my footing and fall
It can be sweet though incomplete though
And the frames will freeze
See me on all four’s
It’s been a long time

She comes
She comes
I want to x you
She comes
I want to x you
She comes

I caught your radio waves
I caught your radio waves
Will you take a string
Say you string me along
Say you string me along
Say inertia creeps
Inertia creeps and she comes
Say she comes
Say she comes
Say she comes
Say she comes

Not running for president

desenfrenada — Fri, 17 Oct 2008 08:11:33 +0000

Greater beings beware; I do it for personal pleasure (I just looove it when the pain gradually subsides).

This week’s Wednesday: 12km in about an hour (sped up by being scared of hordes of soccer fans).

I was quite surprised because I can’t remember having ever been a “fast” runner. Anyway; looking forward to next week.