<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061439954567102477</id><updated>2012-01-01T14:54:39.337+01:00</updated><category term='Introduction'/><category term='wrong hole'/><category term='Song of the day'/><category term='Regin Smiður'/><category term='Küss mich'/><category term='comedy'/><category term='Review'/><category term='Schule'/><category term='Langeweile'/><category term='The devil went down to georgia'/><category term='yu-gi-oh abridged'/><category term='Annett Müller'/><category term='brooklyn rage'/><category term='Sister Christian'/><category term='Der Adler'/><category term='Styx'/><category term='Flogging Molly'/><category term='Charlie Daniels band'/><category term='Jan Hegenberg'/><category term='die apokalyptischen reiter'/><category term='evil'/><category term='Týr'/><category term='Untot auf Urlaub'/><category term='Regenbogen'/><category term='Musik'/><category term='Sonata Arctica'/><category term='Voltaire'/><category term='/re'/><category term='Replica'/><category term='Darth Vader'/><category term='death (devil'/><category term='Folk'/><category term='Night Ranger'/><category term='Gesetze'/><category term='Boat on the river'/><category term='God'/><category term='keelhauled'/><category term='Irish'/><category term='devil'/><category term='Fragebogen'/><category term='Ankündigung'/><category term='Staat'/><category term='country'/><category term='Laura'/><category term='Fiddler&apos;s Green'/><category term='Priest'/><category term='religion'/><category term='alestorm'/><category term='fun'/><category term='Sebastian23'/><category term='Landser'/><category term='Stephen Lynch'/><category term='allgemeines'/><category term='Larry Gallagher'/><category term='Mrs. McGrath'/><category term='evil song)'/><category term='Death'/><title type='text'>pla1nswalk3r's blog...    ...OF DOOM!!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061439954567102477/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>pla1nswalk3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06616356871239711898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHY1BuEWYak/TBMXTlbkSsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gwDVzj2t37g/S220/vfsfb.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061439954567102477.post-8872685194399071202</id><published>2010-11-30T22:27:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T23:36:05.536+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schule'/><title type='text'>Werbeanalyse suckt hart!</title><content type='html'>Da ich ja dieses Schuljahr wiederhole, bekomm ich natürlich auch wieder die gleichen Themen ab, wie letztes Jahr. Das aktuelle Deutsch-Thema ist nun also wieder Werbeanalyse. Ich habe dieses Thema schon letztes Jahr gehasst. Ich analysiere nur allzu gerne alles andere: Poesie, Song-Lyrics, Karikaturen, Rorschach Tests, was auch immer. Auf meiner vorherigen Schule habe ich auch die Analyse von Kurzgeschichten nicht unbedingt gemocht, jetzt würde ich dafür töten, statt Werbeanzeigen Kurzgeschichten analysieren zu dürfen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Werbung ist mMn so ziemlich das niederste, das auf Papier gedruckt werden kann und wird in dieser Hinsicht nur noch von Twilight-Büchern übertrumpft. Werbung verdient es einfach nicht, mehr als eine Sekunde lang angesehen zu werden, geschweige denn, sich ausgiebig Gedanken darüber zu machen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061439954567102477-8872685194399071202?l=pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/feeds/8872685194399071202/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/2010/11/werbeanalyse-suckt-hart.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061439954567102477/posts/default/8872685194399071202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061439954567102477/posts/default/8872685194399071202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/2010/11/werbeanalyse-suckt-hart.html' title='Werbeanalyse suckt hart!'/><author><name>pla1nswalk3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06616356871239711898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHY1BuEWYak/TBMXTlbkSsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gwDVzj2t37g/S220/vfsfb.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061439954567102477.post-6292707377348977665</id><published>2010-11-30T12:08:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T22:27:42.819+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='allgemeines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='/re'/><title type='text'>Guess who's back!</title><content type='html'>Ja, ich hab beschlossen, mal wieder zu posten. Ich weis noch nicht, wie lange das anhalten wird, aber what ever...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061439954567102477-6292707377348977665?l=pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/feeds/6292707377348977665/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/2010/11/guess-whos-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061439954567102477/posts/default/6292707377348977665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061439954567102477/posts/default/6292707377348977665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/2010/11/guess-whos-back.html' title='Guess who&apos;s back!'/><author><name>pla1nswalk3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06616356871239711898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHY1BuEWYak/TBMXTlbkSsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gwDVzj2t37g/S220/vfsfb.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061439954567102477.post-4564548411308422459</id><published>2010-06-18T13:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T19:56:33.704+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and the music</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Ich hab diesen Fragebogen vor ner Ewigkeit mal in nem Forum ausgefüllt und ihn gestern erst wiedergefunden. Es geht darum, dass man jede Frage mit einem Teil aus nem Songtext beantworten muss.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.) Bist du männlich oder weiblich?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes a man, &lt;br /&gt;Is it the power in his hands?&lt;br /&gt;Is it his quest for glory?&lt;br /&gt;Give it all you've got,&lt;br /&gt;And fight to the top,&lt;br /&gt;So we can know your story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dvda - Now you're a man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.) Wenn du einer geliebten Person genau eine Sache sagen dürftest, was wäre es?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew, that I'm your only one (your only one),&lt;br /&gt;I could live and make it through the time,&lt;br /&gt;But if one day, yes one day you'd just be gone (just be gone),&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't know how to ever get by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jan Hegenberg - If I knew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.) Wo wünschst du dir im Moment zu sein?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiddler's green is a place I heard tell,&lt;br /&gt;Where the fishernem go if they don't go to hell,&lt;br /&gt;The skies are all clear and the dolphins do play,&lt;br /&gt;And the cold coast of Greenland is far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fiddler's Green - Fiddler's Green&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.) Was denkst du über deine besten Freunde?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denn wir wissen, dass wir Freunde sind, &lt;br /&gt;Wir wissen, dass wir Freunde bleiben, &lt;br /&gt;Und uns auch niemals vergessen. &lt;br /&gt;Denn wir haben Sachen erlebt, &lt;br /&gt;Wo dran die Erinnerung besteht, &lt;br /&gt;50 Jahre lang hält und auch dann nicht vergeht, &lt;br /&gt;Viel zuviel hat die gemeinsame Zeit uns're Köpfe geprägt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frei.Wild - Freundschaft&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.) Irgendein Ratschlag?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't always have to fuck her hard,&lt;br /&gt;In fact sometimes that's not right to do,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you got to make some love,&lt;br /&gt;And fuckin' give her some smoochies, too,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you got to sqeeze,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you got to say 'please',&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you got to say 'hey!,&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna fuck you softly,&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna screw you gently,&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna hump you sweetly,&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna ball you discreetly.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenatious D - Fuck her gently&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.) Was wünschst du dir jetzt im Moment zu tun?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gammeln auf'm Strand,&lt;br /&gt;Buddel inner Hand,&lt;br /&gt;Sonne auf'm Bauch,&lt;br /&gt;So kannas bleibn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Torfrock - Gammeln auf'm Strand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.) Wie denkst du über Alkohol &amp; Drogen?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Keine Macht den Drogen!"&lt;br /&gt;Geheuchelt und verlogen!&lt;br /&gt;Jeder Schwachsinn ist euch recht,&lt;br /&gt;Ob billig, oder noch so schlecht.&lt;br /&gt;"Keine Macht den Drogen!"&lt;br /&gt;Das ist euer billiger Slogan.&lt;br /&gt;"Keine Macht den Drogen!"&lt;br /&gt;Ihr seid ausgezogen, &lt;br /&gt;Um uns die Moral zu verkaufen,&lt;br /&gt;Die wir ach so brauchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tankwart - Billiger Slogan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.) Wenn du einer verhassten Person genau eine Sache sagen dürftest, was wäre es?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go forth, be conquered, &lt;br /&gt;Go forth and die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dethklok - Go forth and die&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.) Was tust du für gewöhnlich Freitag Nacht?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich sitze auf meinem Stuhl,&lt;br /&gt;Und ich starre aus dem Fenster,&lt;br /&gt;Und ich stell mir wieder mal die alten Fragen:&lt;br /&gt;Wo komm ich her,&lt;br /&gt;Wo geh ich hin,&lt;br /&gt;Und wie viel Zeit werd ich noch haben?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Die Ärzte - Langweilig&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oder:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wochenendparty, alle sind schon hier, &lt;br /&gt;Nur die richtig guten Kumpels und jede menge Bier. &lt;br /&gt;Alle sind gut drauf, aus den Boxen dröhnt Musik, &lt;br /&gt;Aa kann mir keiner erzählen, dass es was Besseres gibt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frei.Wild - Wochenendparty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.) Bist du für Weltfrieden?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friede sei mit dir, mein Freund in ewigkeit,&lt;br /&gt;Doch es gillt zu streiten, stehe bereit,&lt;br /&gt;Ziehe mit uns, du schenkst den Sieg,&lt;br /&gt;Kämpf für eine Welt, die das Leben verdient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Die Apokalyptischen Reiter - Friede sei mit dir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.) Was denkst du über deinen Job?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's out for summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alice Cooper - School's out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.) Wie fühlst du dich in eben diesem Augenblick?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die Sonne scheint mir aus dem Arsch,&lt;br /&gt;Und das ohne unterlass,&lt;br /&gt;Ich bin heut all der Dinge Freund,&lt;br /&gt;Ich träume nicht, ich lebe, lebe, lebe was geträumt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Die Apokalyptischen Reiter - Die Sonne scheint&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13.) Derzeitiger Lieblingsong?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, when I was a young man I carried me pack,&lt;br /&gt;And I lived the free life of a rover,&lt;br /&gt;From the Murrays green basin to the dusty outback,&lt;br /&gt;I waltzed my Matilda all over.&lt;br /&gt;Then in 1915 me country said 'Son,&lt;br /&gt;It's time to stop rambling, there's work to be done.'.&lt;br /&gt;So they gave me a tin hat, they gave me a gun,&lt;br /&gt;And marched me away to the war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the band played Waltzing Matilda,&lt;br /&gt;As the ship pulled away from the quay,&lt;br /&gt;And amidst all the tears, flag waving and cheers,&lt;br /&gt;We sailed off for Gallipoli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How well I remember that terrible day,&lt;br /&gt;When the blood stained the sand and the water.&lt;br /&gt;And how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay,&lt;br /&gt;We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter.&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Turk he was ready, oh he primed himself well,&lt;br /&gt;He rained us with bullets, and he showered us with shell,&lt;br /&gt;And in five minutes flat, we were all blown to hell,&lt;br /&gt;They nearly blew us back home to Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the band played Waltzing Matilda,&lt;br /&gt;As we stopped to bury our slain,&lt;br /&gt;Well we buried ours and the Turks buried theirs,&lt;br /&gt;Then started all over again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now those who were living, just tried to survive,&lt;br /&gt;That mad world of blood, death and fire,&lt;br /&gt;And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive,&lt;br /&gt;Though 'round me the corpses piled higher.&lt;br /&gt;Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head,&lt;br /&gt;And when I awoke in me hospital bed,&lt;br /&gt;And saw what it had done, I wished I were dead.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew there were worse things than dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For no more I'll go waltzing Matilda,&lt;br /&gt;All around the green bush far and near,&lt;br /&gt;For to hump, tent and pegs, a man needs both legs,&lt;br /&gt;No more waltzing Matilda for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They collected the wounded, the crippled, the maimed,&lt;br /&gt;And they shipped us back home to Australia.&lt;br /&gt;The armless, the legless, the blind, the insane,&lt;br /&gt;Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla,&lt;br /&gt;And when the ship pulled into Circular Quay,&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the place where me legs used to be,&lt;br /&gt;And thank Christ there was no one waiting for me,&lt;br /&gt;To grieve, to mourn and pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the band played Waltzing Matilda,&lt;br /&gt;As they carried us down the gangway,&lt;br /&gt;But nobody cheered, they just stood there and stared,&lt;br /&gt;And turned all their faces away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now every April I sit on my porch,&lt;br /&gt;And I watch the parade pass before me,&lt;br /&gt;I see my old comrades, how proudly they march,&lt;br /&gt;Renewing their dreams of past glory.&lt;br /&gt;And I see the old men all tired, stiff and sore,&lt;br /&gt;The lonely old heroes of a forgotten war,&lt;br /&gt;And the young people ask, 'What are they marching for?',&lt;br /&gt;And I ask myself that same question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the band plays Waltzing Matilda,&lt;br /&gt;And the old men still answer the call,&lt;br /&gt;But year after year, those old men disappear,&lt;br /&gt;Some day no one will march there at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda,&lt;br /&gt;Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?&lt;br /&gt;And their ghosts may be heard as you march along that billabong,&lt;br /&gt;Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Steve Rowe - And the band played Waltzing Matilda (orig. v. Eric Bogle)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14.) Irgendwelche abschließenden Worte?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es ist besser, für das was man ist, gehasst,&lt;br /&gt;Als für das, was man nicht ist, geliebt zu werden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kettcar - Stockhausen, Bill Gates und ich&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061439954567102477-4564548411308422459?l=pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/feeds/4564548411308422459/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/2010/06/me-and-music.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061439954567102477/posts/default/4564548411308422459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061439954567102477/posts/default/4564548411308422459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/2010/06/me-and-music.html' title='Me and the music'/><author><name>pla1nswalk3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06616356871239711898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHY1BuEWYak/TBMXTlbkSsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gwDVzj2t37g/S220/vfsfb.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061439954567102477.post-6365416785360348438</id><published>2010-02-28T02:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T02:39:44.303+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Night Ranger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sister Christian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song of the day'/><title type='text'>Song of the day XVI</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Nachträglich für den 27. Februar, weil cih erst jetzt wieder da bin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Night Ranger - Sister Christian&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister Christian&lt;br /&gt;Oh the time has come&lt;br /&gt;And you know that you're the only one&lt;br /&gt;To say O.K.&lt;br /&gt;Where you going&lt;br /&gt;What you looking for&lt;br /&gt;You know those boys&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna  play no more with you&lt;br /&gt;It's true &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're motoring!&lt;br /&gt;What's your price for flight,&lt;br /&gt;In finding mister right?&lt;br /&gt;You'll be alright tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe you know&lt;br /&gt;You're growing up so fast&lt;br /&gt;And mama's worrying&lt;br /&gt;That you won't last&lt;br /&gt;To say "Let's play"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister Christian&lt;br /&gt;There's so much in life &lt;br /&gt;Don't you give it up&lt;br /&gt;Before your time is due&lt;br /&gt;It's true&lt;br /&gt;(It's true yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motoring!&lt;br /&gt;What's your price for flight?&lt;br /&gt;You've got him in your sight&lt;br /&gt;And driving through the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motoring!&lt;br /&gt;What's your price for flight,&lt;br /&gt;In finding mister right?&lt;br /&gt;You'll be alright tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(solo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motoring!&lt;br /&gt;What's your price for flight,&lt;br /&gt;In finding mister right?&lt;br /&gt;You'll be alright tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motoring!&lt;br /&gt;What's your price for flight,&lt;br /&gt;In finding mister right?&lt;br /&gt;You'll be alright tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister Christian&lt;br /&gt;Oh the time has come&lt;br /&gt;And you know that you're the only one&lt;br /&gt;To say O.K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're motoring&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah!) Motoring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qilMbQ563wE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qilMbQ563wE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asaheil ok vana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walk3r&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061439954567102477-6365416785360348438?l=pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/feeds/6365416785360348438/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/2010/02/song-of-day-xvi.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061439954567102477/posts/default/6365416785360348438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061439954567102477/posts/default/6365416785360348438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/2010/02/song-of-day-xvi.html' title='Song of the day XVI'/><author><name>pla1nswalk3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06616356871239711898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHY1BuEWYak/TBMXTlbkSsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gwDVzj2t37g/S220/vfsfb.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061439954567102477.post-2372536682391067522</id><published>2010-02-25T19:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T19:52:52.881+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Voltaire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death (devil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evil song)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song of the day'/><title type='text'>Song of the day XV</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Voltaire - Death, death (devil, devil, evil, evil song)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My granny while on her deathbed,&lt;br /&gt;She turned and said to me,&lt;br /&gt;"Why must you view life so morbidly?&lt;br /&gt;I tried to teach you right,&lt;br /&gt;But somewhere I went wrong,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you sing those death, death, devil, devil, evil, evil songs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When six pallbearers put her down,&lt;br /&gt;And laid her body in the ground,&lt;br /&gt;My eyes were wet, my face was very long.&lt;br /&gt;The pastor said, "Son, here you are.&lt;br /&gt;Won't you please take this guitar?&lt;br /&gt;Sing dear departed Granny one last song."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I sang:&lt;br /&gt;Death, death, devil, devil, devil, devil, evil, evil, evil, evil songs.&lt;br /&gt;Hell, you know that's how I get along.&lt;br /&gt;The world is full of tragedy, so how can it be wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Singing death, death, death, death, devil, devil, evil, evil songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was shopping at Hot Topic,&lt;br /&gt;And I was walking out the door,&lt;br /&gt;When two dumb jocks came up to me.&lt;br /&gt;They said, "Hey fag, it ain't Halloween!"&lt;br /&gt;And they kicked my lipstick to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I sang:&lt;br /&gt;Death, death, devil, devil, devil, devil, evil, evil, evil, evil songs.&lt;br /&gt;Hell, you know that's how I get along.&lt;br /&gt;The world is full of idiots, so how can it be wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Singing death, death, death, death, devil, devil, evil, evil songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I went down to church on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;I sat up front in a pew.&lt;br /&gt;The priest said, "Jesus and Mary, too!&lt;br /&gt;Son, what the Devil's got into you?&lt;br /&gt;Get up and sing a hymn or two!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I sang:&lt;br /&gt;Death, death, devil, devil, devil, devil, evil, evil, evil, evil songs.&lt;br /&gt;Hell, you know that's how I get along.&lt;br /&gt;The world's full of hypocrisy, so how can it be wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Singing death, death, death, death, devil, devil, evil, evil songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was invited to the White House.&lt;br /&gt;The president pulled me aside.&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Son, sing us a song of peace&lt;br /&gt;For those evil-doers in the Middle East."&lt;br /&gt;I rolled my eyes and kicked this rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sang:&lt;br /&gt;Death, death, devil, devil, devil, devil, evil, evil, evil, evil songs.&lt;br /&gt;Hell, you know that's how I get along.&lt;br /&gt;The world is full of W's, so how can it be wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Singing death, death, death, death, devil, devil, evil, evil songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, then I died and went to Hell.&lt;br /&gt;I could tell right away by the awful smell&lt;br /&gt;That this was clearly not the pearly gates.&lt;br /&gt;The Devil said, "Come here young man.&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I are your biggest fans!"&lt;br /&gt;So naturally I felt I had it made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, then he reached into an iron chest&lt;br /&gt;And he picked the tool that he felt was best.&lt;br /&gt;And then he jabbed me in the schlong&lt;br /&gt;With a pitchfork that had sharpened prongs.&lt;br /&gt;He turned to me and winked and sang this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sang:&lt;br /&gt;Death, death, devil, devil, devil, devil, evil, evil, evil, evil songs.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know that's how you got along.&lt;br /&gt;I find your songs hilarious but now your soul's precarious.&lt;br /&gt;Singing your death, death, death, death, devil, devil, evil, evil songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just kidding, kid. Welcome to Hell, enjoy the buffet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death, death, devil, devil, devil, devil, evil, evil, evil, evil songs.&lt;br /&gt;Hell, you know that's how we get along.&lt;br /&gt;The world is full of sinners so how can it be wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Singing death, death, death, death, devil, devil, evil, evil songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EVbjMzDCJ3I&amp;hl=de_DE&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EVbjMzDCJ3I&amp;hl=de_DE&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asaheil ok vana&lt;br /&gt;walk3r&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061439954567102477-2372536682391067522?l=pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/feeds/2372536682391067522/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/2010/02/song-of-day-xv.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061439954567102477/posts/default/2372536682391067522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061439954567102477/posts/default/2372536682391067522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/2010/02/song-of-day-xv.html' title='Song of the day XV'/><author><name>pla1nswalk3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06616356871239711898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHY1BuEWYak/TBMXTlbkSsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gwDVzj2t37g/S220/vfsfb.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061439954567102477.post-1509904686160060226</id><published>2010-02-25T19:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T19:30:13.922+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ankündigung'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='/re'/><title type='text'>Ja, ich lebe, ich lebe immernoch!</title><content type='html'>Ja, lang, lang ists her, dass ich was gepostet hab, aber da bin ich erstmal wieder. Ich will nicht sagen, wie lange es dauert, bis ich wieder weg bin, aber erstmal bin ich wieder da.&lt;br /&gt;Gleich kommt auch ein neuer &lt;strong&gt;Song of the day&lt;/strong&gt; und ich kündige schonmal ein Review zu dem Krimi &lt;strong&gt;Spiel der Teufel&lt;/strong&gt; von Andreas Franz an. Dieses wirt wahrscheinlich Ende nächster Woche gepostet werden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asaheil ok vana&lt;br /&gt;walk3r&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061439954567102477-1509904686160060226?l=pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/feeds/1509904686160060226/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/2010/02/ja-ich-lebe-ich-lebe-immernoch.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061439954567102477/posts/default/1509904686160060226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061439954567102477/posts/default/1509904686160060226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/2010/02/ja-ich-lebe-ich-lebe-immernoch.html' title='Ja, ich lebe, ich lebe immernoch!'/><author><name>pla1nswalk3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06616356871239711898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHY1BuEWYak/TBMXTlbkSsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gwDVzj2t37g/S220/vfsfb.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061439954567102477.post-7072823909605757341</id><published>2009-12-07T20:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T22:21:27.320+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Untot auf Urlaub'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jan Hegenberg'/><title type='text'>CD-Review "Untot auf Urlaub"</title><content type='html'>Mein erstes Review. Ich will nicht unbedingt eine eigene Rubrik daraus machen, aber bei diesem Album fühle ich mich genötigt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jan Hegenberg - Untot auf Urlaub&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHY1BuEWYak/Sx1fe8jiJXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/l_A0VhqY1P0/s1600-h/untot+auf+urlaub.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHY1BuEWYak/Sx1fe8jiJXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/l_A0VhqY1P0/s320/untot+auf+urlaub.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412587312425084274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zuerst sei einmal gesagt, dass ich ein großer Fan von Jan Hegenberg bin und seine Musik an sich sehr gern mag, aber dieses Albun finde ich absolut &lt;strong&gt;UNTER ALLER SAU&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doch ersteinmal zu den einzelnen Songs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Wir sind Gamer!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dieser Song klingt (wie die meisten auf diesem Album) sehr verkrampft und erzwungen. Er soll eigentlich gegen das Vorurteil angehen, Gamer seien nur kleine, dicke Kinder, die im Keller vorm PC hocken und eigentlich alle umbringen wollen, tut dies aber (wenn überhaupt) eher schlecht, als recht. Das einzige, was dieser Song tut, ist dem Zuhörer (schlecht) buchstabieren beizubringen und Gamer als dumm darzustellen ("Wir sind G-A-M-E-R, ihr seid L-A-M-E-R", "wir sind N-O-R-M-Al"). Des weiteren werden Gamer hier "nur" als &lt;strong&gt;normal&lt;/strong&gt; dargestellt und nicht, wie z.B. in &lt;em&gt;Gamer sind geil&lt;/em&gt; als &lt;strong&gt;gut&lt;/strong&gt;, oder sogar &lt;strong&gt;besser&lt;/strong&gt;. Dies zeugt nicht gerade von Selbstbewustsein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Ich wär so gern&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja, was soll man zu diesem Track sagen? Jan wäre gern ein Präsident, oder Rockstar, weil Präsidenten und Rockstars alles &lt;strong&gt;"*piep*-en"&lt;/strong&gt;. Dieser Song ist textlich &lt;strong&gt;unter aller Sau&lt;/strong&gt; und erinnert an den (schon lange überholten) Trend, irgendwelchen nonverbalen Müll von sich zu geben, den auch der letzte Hartz 4 Assi noch nach der zehnten Dose 5,0 mitgrölen kann. Ich denke, da kann Jan von seinen Fans (die auch Tracks wie &lt;em&gt;Balea&lt;/em&gt; auswendig mitsingen können) intellektuell mehr erwarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Shakes and Fidget&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ein Song über 2 Comic-WoW-Figuren. Ok, thematisch ist das für Jan Hegenberg nicht weit weg geholt, aber Textlich hätte man da wesentlich mehr heraus holen können, als zwei Strophen in denen jeweils ein Charakter beschrieben und einen Refrain, bei dem nur ein paar mal "Shakes and Fidget" wiederholt wird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Die Horde rennt (non epic rock version)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja, ein guter alter Hegenberg-Klassiker in neuem Gewand. Da kann man doch eigentlich nicht viel verkehrt machen, oder? Nun, so ziemlich alles, was man verkehrt machen konnte, wurde verkehrt gemacht. Die Musik passt überhaupt nicht zum Text und da der Song auf praktisch die gleiche Art gesungen wurde, wie das Original, passt die Musik genausowenig zum Gesang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Untot auf Urlaub&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Der Titelsong zum Album und zur Abwechslung kann ich nicht viel gegen diesen Song sagen, außer dass es mir vorkommt, als hätte der Albumtitel festgestanden, bevor dieser Track geschrieben wurde, deshalb klingen die Strophen doch sehr erzwungen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Fassbier und Paladosen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hier kommt es mir so vor, als wollte Jan unbedingt in die Anti-Paladin-Kerbe haun. Allerdings ist ihm zu dem Thema anscheinend nichts eingefallen, da sich Refrain (anti-Pala) und Strophen (pro-Pala) einfach widersprechen und die Aussage des Textes gleich null ist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Hallo Hand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ein Song über Masturbation. Eigentlich würde ich jetzt "Nuff said" schreiben, wenn ich nicht unbedingt was dazu loswerden müsste. Bei Songs wie &lt;strong&gt;Schöne Frauen&lt;/strong&gt; oder &lt;strong&gt;Männerballade&lt;/strong&gt; wurde die Aussage noch in einen lustigen Text verpackt, oder mit einer Moral versehen. Hier lautet die Aussage einfach nur "Wenn du keine abbekommst, hol dir einen runter.". Nicht lustig, kein schöner Text, keine schöne Melodie, einfach unnötig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Aus Feuer war der Geist geschaffen (trad.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ein Traditional in einer mMn sehr schönen Version, nur die "lalala"s täten nicht Not. Schade, dass das einige wirklich gute Lied auf diesem Album nichtmal ais Jans Feder stammt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Nichts gelernt (Die Leere nach Winnenden)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich hatte bisher nciht viel Gutes zu den Lieden zu sagen. Jetzt habe ich garnichts mehr Gutes. Ich &lt;strong&gt;VERACHTE&lt;/strong&gt; dieses Lied! Wie kann jemand, der selbst in der Gaming-Community ist, der wahrscheinlich selbst viele Meinungen zu "Schoolshootings" und zur Berichterstattung über diese Themen in Foren oder auf Blogs liest, so schamlos mit diesem Thema umgehen? &lt;strong&gt;"Eene, meene, miste, heut' rappelt's in der Kiste"&lt;/strong&gt;. Wirklich? WIRKLICH!? Dies ist mehr, als nur Niveaulos. Selbst Eisregen, die sehr gerne mit ihren Texten schockieren, haben mit ihrem Song "17 Kerzen am Dom" mehr Anstand bewiesen. Einfach geschmacklos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. DVD-Song 2004 / 11. Der alte Mann 2004&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beides Stücke, die es schon vor diesem Album gab. Ich habe ncihts an ihnen auszusetzen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gesamteindruck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich möchte nciht nochmal auf die Textlichen unzulänglichkeiten hinweisen, da ich dies schon zu genüge getan habe. Zum Gesamtkonzept dieses Albums kann ich nur sagen, dass es einfach zu viele Gamer-Songs sind. Ich weis, dass Jan mit sowas bekannt geworden ist, aber mMn sind seine besten Songs die, in denen es um alltägliche und banale Sachen geht. Es scheint mir, als wenn er einfach versucht hätte, auf Krampf das Thema Games und vor allem WoW zu bedienen, was er bisher nicht getan hat und es auch nicht musste.&lt;br /&gt;Bleibt mir noch zu hoffen, dass Jan mit dem nächsten Album wieder zu seiner alten Form zurück findet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asaheil ok vana&lt;br /&gt;walk3r&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061439954567102477-7072823909605757341?l=pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/feeds/7072823909605757341/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/2009/12/cd-review-untot-auf-urlaub.html#comment-form' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061439954567102477/posts/default/7072823909605757341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061439954567102477/posts/default/7072823909605757341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/2009/12/cd-review-untot-auf-urlaub.html' title='CD-Review &quot;Untot auf Urlaub&quot;'/><author><name>pla1nswalk3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06616356871239711898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHY1BuEWYak/TBMXTlbkSsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gwDVzj2t37g/S220/vfsfb.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHY1BuEWYak/Sx1fe8jiJXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/l_A0VhqY1P0/s72-c/untot+auf+urlaub.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061439954567102477.post-1353719529755637880</id><published>2009-11-22T14:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T15:42:27.563+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fragebogen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Langeweile'/><title type='text'>Bei M3SS1 geklaut ^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Greife das Buch, welches Dir am nächsten ist, schlage Seite 18 auf und zitiere Zeile 4!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die göttliche Komödie:"Und ich,dem Wahn das Haupt umfangen hatte,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strecke Deinen linken Arm so weit wie möglich aus. Was findest Du?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meine Bettdecke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Was hast du als letztes im Fernsehn gesehen?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ööööööhm.... Malcolm mittendrin, glaub ich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mit Ausnahme des Computers, was kannst Du gerade hören?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tippgeräusche (auf der Tastatur)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Was hast du gerade getan, bevor Du diesen Fragebogen begonnen hast?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monster Hunter Freedom 2 gezockt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Was hast du gerade an?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schwarzes Shirt, graue kurze Hose und Hausschuhe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hast du letzte Nacht geträumt?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wann hast du zum letzten mal gelacht?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gestern Abend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Was hältst du von diesem Quiz?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dies ist ein Fragebogen, kein Quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Was würdest du kaufen, wenn Du plötzlich Multimillionär wärst?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haus, neuen Rechner, Games, Anlage,.... kp, zu viel ^^&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sag mir etwas über Dich, was ich noch nicht wusste.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sag mir erstmal, wer du überhaupt bist! Ich seh niemanden.... Ah! STIMMEN IN MEINEM KOPF!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wenn du eine Sache auf der Welt ändern könntest, was wäre das?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pfffffff...... Es gibt zu viel, was man ändern müsste. Ich würd vlt. klein anfangen und erstmal n paar kompetente Leute in den Bundestag setzen, anstatt diesen Geldgeilen und unwissenden alten Säcken, die da im Moment sitzen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tanzt du gerne?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zählt Headbangen als Tanz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stell dir vor, Dein erstes Kind wäre ein Mädchen. Wie würdest du es nennen?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLAYA!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Und einen Jungen?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalle, oder Kuddl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Würdest du es in Erwägung ziehen, auszuwandern?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joa, Amerika wär schon nich verkehrt, jetzt, wo da endlich langsam Zivilisation einkehrt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Was würdest du Gott sagen, wenn du das Himmelstor erreichst?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Odin, mach ma auf! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haben deine Eltern dich geplant?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hast du Geschwister / wenn ja wie viele?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wie spät ist es jetzt?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14:52&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warum machst du diesen Fragebogen?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will mich vor anderen Sachen drücken ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Was hast du heute gemacht?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bisher: Youtube vids geguckt, MHF2 gezockt und diesen Fragebogen ausgefüllt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 Leute mit denen du regelmäßig was machst?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morten, Falk, Simo, Möhre, Toady, Julian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eine Sache über den/die erste/n bei deinen MySpace Top-Freunden:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sind nicht nach irgendwelchen Kriterien geordnet)Skrömta: Geile schwedische Folk-Band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eine Sache über den/die fünfte/n bei deinen MySpace Top-Freunden:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaligulas: Hab ich mal aufm Kieler Umschlag getroffen, sonst kenn ich ihn nich wirklich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mit wem hast du die letzte Nacht verbracht?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, myself and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Was habt ihr getan?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gepennt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Was hängt an der Wand links von dir?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selbstgeschriebenes, Svartsot Poster, Wolfenmond Poster, Apos Poster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Was hängt an der Wand rechts von dir?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W:O:A Trashbag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wo befinden sich deine Eltern gerade?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im Wohnzimmer, denk ich mal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wie viele Fernseher gibt es bei dir im Haushalt?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wie viele Computer?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Das letzte Kleidungsstück was du gekauft hast?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich weis jetzt ncihtmehr, an welchem Tag in Wacken ich was gekauft hab, aber ich glaub, mein Ozzy Shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rauchst du? Wenn ja welche Marke?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hin und wieder mal Shisha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trinkst du Alkohol?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In rauen Mangen ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vervollständige folgende Sätze:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Karneval bedeutet für mich...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fleischwand (von lat. Carnis=Fleisch + Vallum=Wall/Barrikade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Ungeschützten Sex finde ich...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;z.Z. unangemessen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Meine Nachbarn sind...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meine Tante, Alte Leute, Polen und nette Leute mit denen man mal im keller sitzen und trinken kann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Gerade dachte ich daran dass...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mir zum vorletzten Punkt kein blöder Spruch einfällt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Meine Mutter ist...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meistens echt cool, außer wenns um meine Musik geht ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Alkohol ist für mich...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keine Lösung.......sondern ein Destillat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Kinder sind...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meistens nervig und laut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Pommes mit Ketchup sind...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unvollständig. Es fehlt noch Majo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Deine Mama fährt besser Auto als...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rausch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Karneval ist nur halb so cool wie...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sich mit einer glühenden Nadel beide Augen auszustechen und hinterher die Augehöhlen mit Flussäure auszuspülen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Benjamin Blümchen ist besser als...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spongebob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Lieber im Osten, als...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;als Qualitätsprüfer bei Beck's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Kinder sind süßer als...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zitronen (muhahahahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Ohne Musik wäre der Alltag...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicht zu überstehen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Ohne Schule wären wir...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alle Hopper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entscheide dich für eins:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Beziehung oder One-Nightstand:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beziehung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Fragebogen oder Hausaufgaben:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fragebogen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Chucks oder Pumps:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ööööhhhhhm.... Cthulu f'tagn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Fußball oder Tischtennis:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tischtennis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Kaffee oder Tee:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Barbie oder Playmobil:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playmobil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Lego oder Duplo:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lego (war Duplo nich nur Lego für Grobmotoriker?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Weiße oder braune Schokolade:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiefschwarz, oder Vollmilch von Marabou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Fernsehn oder PC:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Letzte Zigarette:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Letzte Autofahrt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zählt Bus auch? Wenn ja, dann Freitag von der Schule Nachhause, wenn nicht, dann Donnerstag mit Janis vonner Schule zum Bahnhof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Letzter Weinkrampf:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schon 2-3 Jahre her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Letztes Buch:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terry Pratchett - The color of magic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Letzter Film:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herr der Ringe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Letzte(s) benutzte Schimpfwo(e)rt(er):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asshat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Letztes Getränk:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freeway lemon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Letztes Essen:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grillwurst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asaheil ok vana&lt;br /&gt;walk3r&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061439954567102477-1353719529755637880?l=pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/feeds/1353719529755637880/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/2009/11/bei-m3ss1-geklaut.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061439954567102477/posts/default/1353719529755637880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061439954567102477/posts/default/1353719529755637880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/2009/11/bei-m3ss1-geklaut.html' title='Bei M3SS1 geklaut ^^'/><author><name>pla1nswalk3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06616356871239711898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHY1BuEWYak/TBMXTlbkSsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gwDVzj2t37g/S220/vfsfb.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061439954567102477.post-8917664337123211242</id><published>2009-11-16T23:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T23:45:33.344+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wrong hole'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song of the day'/><title type='text'>Song of the day XIV</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Wrong Hole with DJ Lubel, Taryn Southern and Scott Baio - Wrong hole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took her on a date, things seemed so bright&lt;br /&gt;I knew i would not need my you porn tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go to her place and we fool around&lt;br /&gt;We throw all our clothes...to the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We begin as she turns out the lights&lt;br /&gt;I start but feel something so extra tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear your cry, i see her frown&lt;br /&gt;I look at the condom, it is all brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Last Night. oooo&lt;br /&gt;I stuck it in the wrong hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry, oooo&lt;br /&gt;from the bottom of my soul&lt;br /&gt;....cause i stuck it in the wrong hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try some preparation H it'll make you feel better&lt;br /&gt;In my defense those holes are so close together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby baby don't feel defiled&lt;br /&gt;it's a common accident during doggy, doggy style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so dark I couldn't see so good&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea where i put my wood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to make things better want to make things alright&lt;br /&gt;If you want you can put on a strap on and give it back to me all night ( I'd rather if she didn't)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never ever want to make you feel hurting&lt;br /&gt;I guess thats why G-d made that hole not for inserting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how you feel, baby please don't pause&lt;br /&gt;Now I know how they feel in that HBO show OZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe take some advit, your pain it will fix&lt;br /&gt;From the way you are walking, you can compete in the special olympics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this was Alabama we would be on trial,&lt;br /&gt;Thats how my mom took my temperature as a child (with a thermometer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a confession, and I think you won't mind&lt;br /&gt;I kinda liked when you put it in my behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know baby, I'm no Sodomite&lt;br /&gt;Can't we just try it again tonight....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus: &lt;br /&gt;Every night oooo&lt;br /&gt;I stick it in the wrong hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so much fun,oooo&lt;br /&gt;and we don't need no birth control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we stick it in the wrong hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stuck in your ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-zHVW7Zy_vg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-zHVW7Zy_vg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asaheil ok vana&lt;br /&gt;walk3r&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061439954567102477-8917664337123211242?l=pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/feeds/8917664337123211242/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/2009/11/song-of-day-xiv.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061439954567102477/posts/default/8917664337123211242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061439954567102477/posts/default/8917664337123211242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/2009/11/song-of-day-xiv.html' title='Song of the day XIV'/><author><name>pla1nswalk3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06616356871239711898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHY1BuEWYak/TBMXTlbkSsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gwDVzj2t37g/S220/vfsfb.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061439954567102477.post-3259787246917349697</id><published>2009-11-12T21:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T21:11:23.962+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brooklyn rage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yu-gi-oh abridged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song of the day'/><title type='text'>Song of the day XIII</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Joey Wheeler - Brooklyn rage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyeh nyeh nyeh nyeeehhh&lt;br /&gt;Nyeh nyeh nyeh nyeeehhh&lt;br /&gt;Nyeh nyeh nyeh nyeeehhh&lt;br /&gt;Nyeh nyeh nyeh nyeeehhh&lt;br /&gt;Nyeh nyeh nyeh nyeeehhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna duel 'em like they do in Yu-Gi-Oh&lt;br /&gt;Face down face up trap cards spell cards then time roulette go (I love it!)&lt;br /&gt;All I do is just believe in the heart of the cards&lt;br /&gt;And then I kick some butt when I use Swordsman of Landstar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-ohh-oh-oh&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no surprise, check out my Red Eyes&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-ohh-oh-oh&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no surprise, check out my Red Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't beat my&lt;br /&gt;Can't beat my&lt;br /&gt;No they can't beat my Brooklyn Rage&lt;br /&gt;(I don't wanna be a furry)&lt;br /&gt;Can't beat my&lt;br /&gt;Can't beat my&lt;br /&gt;No they can't beat my Brooklyn Rage&lt;br /&gt;(I don't wanna be a furry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruh-bruh-bruh-Brooklyn Rage, bruh-bruh-Brooklyn Rage&lt;br /&gt;Nyeh nyeh nyeh nyeh&lt;br /&gt;Bruh-bruh-bruh-Brooklyn Rage, bruh-bruh-Brooklyn Rage&lt;br /&gt;Nyeh nyeh nyeh nyeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister's sight is on the line I gotta win&lt;br /&gt;They'll learn to run soon as they see my creepy chin (I'm scary!)&lt;br /&gt;Russian Roulette is not the same without a gun&lt;br /&gt;But since we're dubbed by 4Kids we must make do without one&lt;br /&gt;Sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-ohh-oh-oh&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no surprise, check out my Red Eyes&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-ohh-oh-oh&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no surprise, check out my Red Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't beat my&lt;br /&gt;Can't beat my&lt;br /&gt;No they can't beat my Brooklyn Rage&lt;br /&gt;(I don't wanna be a furry)&lt;br /&gt;Can't beat my&lt;br /&gt;Can't beat my&lt;br /&gt;No they can't beat my Brooklyn Rage&lt;br /&gt;(I don't wanna be a furry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruh-bruh-bruh-Brooklyn Rage, bruh-bruh-Brooklyn Rage&lt;br /&gt;Nyeh nyeh nyeh nyeh&lt;br /&gt;Bruh-bruh-bruh-Brooklyn Rage, bruh-bruh-Brooklyn Rage&lt;br /&gt;Nyeh nyeh nyeh nyeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't lose to Rex and Weevil&lt;br /&gt;Cause they're evil&lt;br /&gt;And I'm groovy with my Yugi&lt;br /&gt;I'm not baggin' I'm just hangin' with my Baby Dragon&lt;br /&gt;Met this chick with giant boobies&lt;br /&gt;Treated us like we were noobies and&lt;br /&gt;She's such an ass, such an ass&lt;br /&gt;Check this deck, I ain't second class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't beat my&lt;br /&gt;Can't beat my&lt;br /&gt;No they can't beat my Brooklyn Rage&lt;br /&gt;(I don't wanna be a furry)&lt;br /&gt;Can't beat my&lt;br /&gt;Can't beat my&lt;br /&gt;No they can't beat my Brooklyn Rage&lt;br /&gt;(I don't wanna be a furry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruh-bruh-bruh-Brooklyn Rage, bruh-bruh-Brooklyn Rage&lt;br /&gt;Nyeh nyeh nyeh nyeh&lt;br /&gt;Bruh-bruh-bruh-Brooklyn Rage, bruh-bruh-Brooklyn Rage&lt;br /&gt;Nyeh nyeh nyeh nyeh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3HM9tyNkUAg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3HM9tyNkUAg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ich fands lustig ^^ Yu-Gi-Oh abridged is &lt;br /&gt;teilweise echt lustg und man sollte es &lt;br /&gt;zumindest mal angucken. Die Folgen sind &lt;br /&gt;auf dem gleichen Account wie der Song.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asaheil ok vana&lt;br /&gt;walk3r&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061439954567102477-3259787246917349697?l=pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/feeds/3259787246917349697/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/2009/11/song-of-day-xiii.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061439954567102477/posts/default/3259787246917349697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061439954567102477/posts/default/3259787246917349697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/2009/11/song-of-day-xiii.html' title='Song of the day XIII'/><author><name>pla1nswalk3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06616356871239711898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHY1BuEWYak/TBMXTlbkSsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gwDVzj2t37g/S220/vfsfb.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061439954567102477.post-329365687782244481</id><published>2009-11-05T20:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T21:08:14.421+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alestorm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='keelhauled'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song of the day'/><title type='text'>Song of the day XII</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Alestorm - Keelhauled&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends, I stand before you&lt;br /&gt;To tell a truth most dire&lt;br /&gt;There lurks a traitor in our midst&lt;br /&gt;Who hath invoked the captain's ire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He don't deserve no mercy&lt;br /&gt;We ought to shoot him with a gun&lt;br /&gt;But I am not an evil man&lt;br /&gt;So first let's have a little fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll tie that scoundrel to a rope&lt;br /&gt;And throw him overboard&lt;br /&gt;Drag him underneath the ship&lt;br /&gt;A terrifying, deadly trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keelhaul that filthy landlubber, &lt;br /&gt;send him down to the depths below!&lt;br /&gt;Make that bastard walk the plank, &lt;br /&gt;with a bottle of rum and a yo-ho-ho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keelhaul that filthy landlubber, &lt;br /&gt;send him down to the depths below!&lt;br /&gt;Make that bastard walk the plank, &lt;br /&gt;with a bottle of rum and a yo-ho-ho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not say what he has done&lt;br /&gt;His sins are far too grave to tell&lt;br /&gt;It's not my place to judge a man&lt;br /&gt;But for them he will burn in hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sharks will dine upon his flesh&lt;br /&gt;And Davy Jones will have his soul&lt;br /&gt;Take his money and his hat&lt;br /&gt;He won't need them where he's gonna go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first let's tie him to a rope&lt;br /&gt;And throw him overboard&lt;br /&gt;Drag him underneath the ship&lt;br /&gt;A terrifying, deadly trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keelhaul that filthy landlubber, &lt;br /&gt;send him down to the depths below!&lt;br /&gt;Make that bastard walk the plank, &lt;br /&gt;with a bottle of rum and a yo-ho-ho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keelhaul that filthy landlubber, &lt;br /&gt;send him down to the depths below!&lt;br /&gt;Make that bastard walk the plank, &lt;br /&gt;with a bottle of rum and a yo-ho-ho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll tie that scoundrel to a rope&lt;br /&gt;And throw him overboard&lt;br /&gt;Drag him underneath the ship&lt;br /&gt;A terrifying, deadly trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keelhaul that filthy landlubber, &lt;br /&gt;send him down to the depths below!&lt;br /&gt;Make that bastard walk the plank, &lt;br /&gt;with a bottle of rum and a yo-ho-ho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keelhaul that filthy landlubber, &lt;br /&gt;send him down to the depths below!&lt;br /&gt;Make that bastard walk the plank, &lt;br /&gt;with a bottle of rum and a yo-ho-ho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/99a6DaheLqs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/99a6DaheLqs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asahei ok vana&lt;br /&gt;walk3r&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061439954567102477-329365687782244481?l=pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/feeds/329365687782244481/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/2009/11/song-of-day-xii.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061439954567102477/posts/default/329365687782244481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061439954567102477/posts/default/329365687782244481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/2009/11/song-of-day-xii.html' title='Song of the day XII'/><author><name>pla1nswalk3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06616356871239711898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHY1BuEWYak/TBMXTlbkSsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gwDVzj2t37g/S220/vfsfb.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061439954567102477.post-3887579207586781191</id><published>2009-11-04T19:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T20:10:09.856+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Küss mich'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sebastian23'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darth Vader'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song of the day'/><title type='text'>Song of the day XI</title><content type='html'>Sebastian23 - Küss mich!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dies ist die Geschichte meines &lt;br /&gt;Kindheitstraumas. Das hört &lt;br /&gt;man ja schon am emotionalen Gezupfe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die Dunkelheit ist schwarz und heiß,&lt;br /&gt;Die Sterne sind so weit und weiß,&lt;br /&gt;Wie guter Kaffe und wie Milch,&lt;br /&gt;Ich frag mich, was du mehr vom Leben willst.&lt;br /&gt;Ich zieh dich langsam zu mir her,&lt;br /&gt;Denn dein Atem geht so schwer,&lt;br /&gt;Und ich spüre, heute Nacht, &lt;br /&gt;Erlieg' ich deiner dunk'len Macht.&lt;br /&gt;Ich bin dein allergrößter Fan,&lt;br /&gt;Du hast mehr Umhang, als  Batman,&lt;br /&gt;Du hast mehr Maske auf, als Sido,&lt;br /&gt;Und bist böser, als Buh-shido.&lt;br /&gt;Ich will mit dir durch's Leben zieh'n,&lt;br /&gt;Denn du zerstörst gern Galaxien.&lt;br /&gt;Ab und zu Planeten sprengen,&lt;br /&gt;Die gibt es eh in rauen Mengen.&lt;br /&gt;Ich finde gut, wie du drauf bist,&lt;br /&gt;Und ich will, dass du mich küsst!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da, da, da, da-da, da, da-da,&lt;br /&gt;Küss mich, Darth Va...&lt;br /&gt;Da, da, da, da, da-da, da, da-da,&lt;br /&gt;Küss mich, Darth Vader!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jawollo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runter mit der Maske!&lt;br /&gt;Mit küsst es sich nicht so klasse,&lt;br /&gt;Hab keine Angst vor'm schwarzen Mann,&lt;br /&gt;Ich hoffe nur, du lässt mich ran!&lt;br /&gt;Du liebst es, mit der Macht zu spielen,&lt;br /&gt;Spiel nur nicht mit meinen Gefühlen,&lt;br /&gt;Du hast dich lang genug gewehrt,&lt;br /&gt;Komm, lass mich an dein Laserschwert.&lt;br /&gt;Ich finde gut, wenn das so zischt,&lt;br /&gt;(*Laserschwertgeräusch*)&lt;br /&gt;Und ich will, dass du mich küsst!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da, da, da, da-da, da, da-da,&lt;br /&gt;Küss mich, Darth Va...&lt;br /&gt;Da, da, da, da, da-da, da, da-da,&lt;br /&gt;Küss mich, Darth Va...&lt;br /&gt;Da, da, da, da, da-da, da, da-da,&lt;br /&gt;(*röchel*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ich kann dich nicht küssen.&lt;br /&gt;~Aber warum nicht Darth? Es ist mein größter Wunsch.&lt;br /&gt;-(*röchel*)Ich bin dein Vater!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Und wisst ihr, wen das freut?&lt;br /&gt;Meinen Psychotherapeut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da, da, da, da-da, da, da-da,&lt;br /&gt;Küss mich, Darth Va...&lt;br /&gt;Da, da, da, da, da-da, da, da-da,&lt;br /&gt;Küss mich, Darth Vader!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hkhGaVQwyuI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hkhGaVQwyuI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asaheil ok vana&lt;br /&gt;walk3r&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061439954567102477-3887579207586781191?l=pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/feeds/3887579207586781191/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/2009/11/song-of-day-xi.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061439954567102477/posts/default/3887579207586781191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061439954567102477/posts/default/3887579207586781191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/2009/11/song-of-day-xi.html' title='Song of the day XI'/><author><name>pla1nswalk3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06616356871239711898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHY1BuEWYak/TBMXTlbkSsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gwDVzj2t37g/S220/vfsfb.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061439954567102477.post-9066237908468997944</id><published>2009-11-03T21:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T21:52:40.567+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flogging Molly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song of the day'/><title type='text'>Song of the day X</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Flogging Molly - Laura&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the words from my lips&lt;br /&gt;To your heart's finger tip&lt;br /&gt;Then you know where I come from&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know, yes I know&lt;br /&gt;Everything there is to know&lt;br /&gt;Cause I lost everything I had&lt;br /&gt;See I, I could have danced on the sun&lt;br /&gt;But my world came undone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no need for tears&lt;br /&gt;Cause there's no need to cry&lt;br /&gt;The love that you leave&lt;br /&gt;Will never be denied&lt;br /&gt;This pain in my head escaped from my heart&lt;br /&gt;No woman alive could touch who you were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bye bye, Laura&lt;br /&gt;Cause no one could take your place&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye, Laura&lt;br /&gt;Your beauty will never fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seed that you've sewn&lt;br /&gt;Will reach for the sky&lt;br /&gt;This love that you leave&lt;br /&gt;Will never be denied&lt;br /&gt;And after this song, her spirit lives on&lt;br /&gt;Though your not around you'll never be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bye bye, Laura&lt;br /&gt;Cause no one could take your place&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye, Laura&lt;br /&gt;Your beauty will never fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I... I could have danced on the sun&lt;br /&gt;But my world came undone&lt;br /&gt;Laura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I... I could have danced on the sun&lt;br /&gt;But my world came undone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Bye Bye Laura&lt;br /&gt;Bye Bye Laura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bye bye, Laura&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye Laura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pain in my head escaped from my heart&lt;br /&gt;No woman alive could touch who you were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bye bye Laura&lt;br /&gt;Cause no one could take your place&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye Laura&lt;br /&gt;Your beauty will never fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bye bye, Laura&lt;br /&gt;Cause no one could take your place&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye, Laura&lt;br /&gt;Your beauty will never fade&lt;br /&gt;FADE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z8PVEh6vPh8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z8PVEh6vPh8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asaheil ok vana&lt;br /&gt;walk3r&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061439954567102477-9066237908468997944?l=pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/feeds/9066237908468997944/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/2009/11/song-of-day-x.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061439954567102477/posts/default/9066237908468997944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061439954567102477/posts/default/9066237908468997944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/2009/11/song-of-day-x.html' title='Song of the day X'/><author><name>pla1nswalk3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06616356871239711898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHY1BuEWYak/TBMXTlbkSsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gwDVzj2t37g/S220/vfsfb.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061439954567102477.post-8863075693901926112</id><published>2009-11-02T21:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T22:26:14.609+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='country'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charlie Daniels band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The devil went down to georgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song of the day'/><title type='text'>Song of the day IX</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Charlie Daniels Band - The devil went down to Georgia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Devil went down to Georgia,&lt;br /&gt;He was looking for a soul to steal.&lt;br /&gt;He was in a bind, 'cause he was way behind,&lt;br /&gt;And he was willing to make a deal.&lt;br /&gt;When he came across this young man,&lt;br /&gt;Sawing on a fiddle and playing it hot.&lt;br /&gt;And the Devil jumped up on a hickory stump and said,&lt;br /&gt;"Boy let me tell you what:&lt;br /&gt;I guess you didn't know it, but I'm a fiddle player too,&lt;br /&gt;And if you'd care to take a dare,&lt;br /&gt;I'll make a bet with you.&lt;br /&gt;Now you play a pretty good fiddle,boy, &lt;br /&gt;But give the Devil his due.&lt;br /&gt;I bet a fiddle of gold against your soul,&lt;br /&gt;'cause I think I'm better than you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy said, "My name's Johnny and it might be a sin,&lt;br /&gt;But I'll take your bet, you're gonna regret,&lt;br /&gt;'cause I'm the best there's ever been."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny, rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard,&lt;br /&gt;'cause hell's broke loose at Georgia and the devil deals the cards,&lt;br /&gt;And if you win you'll get this shiny fiddle made of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But if you lose, the devil gets your soul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Devil opened up his case and he said, "I'll start this show."&lt;br /&gt;And fire blew from his fingertips as he rosined up his bow.&lt;br /&gt;And he pulled the bow across the strings and it made an evil hiss.&lt;br /&gt;Then a band of demons joined in,&lt;br /&gt;and it sounded something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the devil finished, Johnny said,&lt;br /&gt;"Well you're pretty good old son.&lt;br /&gt;But sit down in that chair right there&lt;br /&gt;and let me show you how it's done!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire on the mountain, run, boys, run.&lt;br /&gt;The devil's in the house of the rising sun.&lt;br /&gt;Chicken in the breadpan a picking out dough,&lt;br /&gt;Granny does your dog bite? "No, child, no."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat.&lt;br /&gt;And he laid that golden fiddle on the ground at Johnny's feet.&lt;br /&gt;Johnny said, "Devil, just come on back&lt;br /&gt;if you ever want to try again,&lt;br /&gt;I done told you once, you son of a gun,&lt;br /&gt;I'm the best there's ever been."&lt;br /&gt;And he played:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire on the mountain, run, boys, run.&lt;br /&gt;The devil's in the house of the rising sun.&lt;br /&gt;Chicken in the breadpan a picking out dough,&lt;br /&gt;Granny will your dog bite? "No, child, no."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cDm_ZHyYTrg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cDm_ZHyYTrg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asaheil ok vana&lt;br /&gt;walk3r&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061439954567102477-8863075693901926112?l=pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/feeds/8863075693901926112/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/2009/11/song-of-day-ix.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061439954567102477/posts/default/8863075693901926112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061439954567102477/posts/default/8863075693901926112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/2009/11/song-of-day-ix.html' title='Song of the day IX'/><author><name>pla1nswalk3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06616356871239711898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHY1BuEWYak/TBMXTlbkSsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gwDVzj2t37g/S220/vfsfb.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061439954567102477.post-5800343364610196969</id><published>2009-11-01T22:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T23:07:38.925+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stephen Lynch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Priest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song of the day'/><title type='text'>Song of the day VIII</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Stephen Lynch - Priest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep in prayer my cross to bear,&lt;br /&gt;I kneel upon the floor,&lt;br /&gt;Temptations of a catholic priest&lt;br /&gt;Aren't easy to ignore,&lt;br /&gt;But I can not control myself,&lt;br /&gt;It rips my soul apart,&lt;br /&gt;For one small sheep among my flock has,&lt;br /&gt;Stolen the shepherd's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altar boy, altar boy,&lt;br /&gt;Confess your sins to me!&lt;br /&gt;You will find the grace of god,&lt;br /&gt;Inside my rec-tory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At sunday mass or bible class,&lt;br /&gt;I catch him in my view,&lt;br /&gt;So I close my eyes but there he lies,&lt;br /&gt;Spread eagle on the pew,&lt;br /&gt;And when I see him in that frock,&lt;br /&gt;My concience goes araye,&lt;br /&gt;I'll give him some communion wine that's,&lt;br /&gt;Spiked with spanish fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altar boy, altar boy,&lt;br /&gt;Is it gonna be heaven or hell?&lt;br /&gt;You can play my organ all night long,&lt;br /&gt;If you promise never to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our father,&lt;br /&gt;Who art in heaven,&lt;br /&gt;Hallowed be thy name.&lt;br /&gt;I could dress him up like the pope and then I...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, dear god the shame!&lt;br /&gt;Lead us not into temptation,&lt;br /&gt;Deliver us from sin.&lt;br /&gt;We could pretend that he was Jesus Christ,&lt;br /&gt;And I was, &lt;br /&gt;Mary Magdalene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altar boy, altar boy,&lt;br /&gt;Confess your sins to me!&lt;br /&gt;You will find the grace of god,&lt;br /&gt;Inside my rec-tory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh altar boy, oh altar boy,&lt;br /&gt;Confess your sins to me!&lt;br /&gt;You will find the grace of god,&lt;br /&gt;Inside my rec...&lt;br /&gt;...tory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7zbi3tRL8lw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7zbi3tRL8lw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asaheil ok vana&lt;br /&gt;walk3r&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061439954567102477-5800343364610196969?l=pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/feeds/5800343364610196969/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/2009/11/song-of-day-viii.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061439954567102477/posts/default/5800343364610196969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061439954567102477/posts/default/5800343364610196969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/2009/11/song-of-day-viii.html' title='Song of the day VIII'/><author><name>pla1nswalk3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06616356871239711898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHY1BuEWYak/TBMXTlbkSsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gwDVzj2t37g/S220/vfsfb.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061439954567102477.post-1198857146656830430</id><published>2009-10-31T20:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T21:20:07.443+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='die apokalyptischen reiter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Der Adler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song of the day'/><title type='text'>Song of the day VII</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Die apokalyptischen Reiter - Der Adler&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich zog aus, um zu verstehen, &lt;br /&gt;Wollte fühl'n, was andere sehen, &lt;br /&gt;Seelenhunger trieb mich an, &lt;br /&gt;Und sprengte tausendfach meinen Verstand.&lt;br /&gt;Als ich den Berg erklommen, &lt;br /&gt;Die See, den Sturm, den Schnee genommen,&lt;br /&gt;Traf mich ungestüm ein Blick, &lt;br /&gt;Gebannt riss er mich mit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Und ich sah in seine wilden Augen, &lt;br /&gt;Er lud mich ein, mit ihm zu geh'n,&lt;br /&gt;Auf seinen Schwingen fuhlt' ich alles Leben, &lt;br /&gt;Die Zeit wich dem Moment wie alles Fleh'n.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er durchwandert die Zeiten, &lt;br /&gt;Nun schon seit Ewigkeiten, &lt;br /&gt;Er der nicht süchtig wandelt, &lt;br /&gt;Der des Lebens nur gewahr.&lt;br /&gt;Nicht Besitz, noch Mammon's Fesseln, &lt;br /&gt;Keinem Führer keinem Helden,&lt;br /&gt;Nur sich selbst den Fron gegeben, &lt;br /&gt;Erhebt er sich in freie Welten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Und ich sah in seine wilden Augen, &lt;br /&gt;Er lud mich ein, mit ihm zu geh'n,&lt;br /&gt;Auf seinen Schwingen fuhlt' ich alles Leben, &lt;br /&gt;Die Zeit wich dem Moment wie alles Flehen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicht in Hast verloren, &lt;br /&gt;Wird er endlos neu geboren, &lt;br /&gt;Jeder Augenblick ein Freund, &lt;br /&gt;Ich hatte davon geträumt. &lt;br /&gt;Die Gunst zu erleben, &lt;br /&gt;Nach nichts zu streben, &lt;br /&gt;Machte mich erneut zum Kinde &lt;br /&gt;Wiegte stürmisch meine Sinne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Und ich sah in seine wilden Augen, &lt;br /&gt;Er lud mich ein, mit ihm zu geh'n,&lt;br /&gt;Auf seinen Schwingen fuhlt' ich alles Leben, &lt;br /&gt;Die Zeit wich dem Moment wie alles Flehen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1Z50jErqrc4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1Z50jErqrc4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asaheil ok vana&lt;br /&gt;walk3r&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061439954567102477-1198857146656830430?l=pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/feeds/1198857146656830430/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/2009/10/song-of-day-vii.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061439954567102477/posts/default/1198857146656830430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061439954567102477/posts/default/1198857146656830430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/2009/10/song-of-day-vii.html' title='Song of the day VII'/><author><name>pla1nswalk3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06616356871239711898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHY1BuEWYak/TBMXTlbkSsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gwDVzj2t37g/S220/vfsfb.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061439954567102477.post-1428457846330904701</id><published>2009-10-31T20:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T20:38:31.434+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='allgemeines'/><title type='text'>Ich bin wieder da</title><content type='html'>Ja, ich weis, ich hab den Blog schleifen lassen, aber jetzt bin ich erstmal wieder da. Der &lt;em&gt;Song of the day&lt;/em&gt; kommt gleich noch und ich hoff, in den nächsten Tagen auch nochmal wieder nen ordentlichen Post zu verfassen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asaheil ok vana&lt;br /&gt;walk3r&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061439954567102477-1428457846330904701?l=pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/feeds/1428457846330904701/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/2009/10/ich-bin-wieder-da.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061439954567102477/posts/default/1428457846330904701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061439954567102477/posts/default/1428457846330904701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/2009/10/ich-bin-wieder-da.html' title='Ich bin wieder da'/><author><name>pla1nswalk3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06616356871239711898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHY1BuEWYak/TBMXTlbkSsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gwDVzj2t37g/S220/vfsfb.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061439954567102477.post-853021257518792300</id><published>2009-10-14T23:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T23:37:29.276+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Styx'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boat on the river'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song of the day'/><title type='text'>Song of the day VI</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Styx - Boat on the river&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me back to my boat on the river,&lt;br /&gt;I need to go down, I need to come down.&lt;br /&gt;Take me back to my boat on the river,&lt;br /&gt;And I won't cry out any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time stands still as I gaze in the water,&lt;br /&gt;She eases me down, touching me gently,&lt;br /&gt;With the waters that flow past my boat on the river,&lt;br /&gt;So I don't cry out anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the river is whise,&lt;br /&gt;The river it touches my life like the waves on the sand,&lt;br /&gt;And all roads lead to tranquility base,&lt;br /&gt;Where the frown on my face disappears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me down to my boat on the river,&lt;br /&gt;And I wont cry out anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the river is deep,&lt;br /&gt;The river it touches my life like the waves on the sand,&lt;br /&gt;And all roads lead to tranquility base,&lt;br /&gt;Where the frown on my face disappears.&lt;br /&gt;(ohhh...) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me down to my boat on the river,&lt;br /&gt;I need to go down, would you let me go down.&lt;br /&gt;Take me back to my boat on the river,&lt;br /&gt;And I wont cry out anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I wont cry out anymore!&lt;br /&gt;I wont cry out anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GaEsdjXKmOE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GaEsdjXKmOE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asaheil ok vana&lt;br /&gt;walk3r&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061439954567102477-853021257518792300?l=pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/feeds/853021257518792300/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/2009/10/song-of-day-vi.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061439954567102477/posts/default/853021257518792300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061439954567102477/posts/default/853021257518792300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/2009/10/song-of-day-vi.html' title='Song of the day VI'/><author><name>pla1nswalk3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06616356871239711898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHY1BuEWYak/TBMXTlbkSsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gwDVzj2t37g/S220/vfsfb.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061439954567102477.post-2715612943992460116</id><published>2009-10-14T02:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T23:36:44.028+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Staat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gesetze'/><title type='text'>Gesetze, die keine sein sollten</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Yay, mein erster richtiger Post ^^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es gibt imo einige Gesetze, die einfach keine Daseinsberechtigung &lt;br /&gt;haben. Der Staat sollte sich nicht in Dinge einmischen, die ihn &lt;br /&gt;nichts angehen, wie z.B. das Leben des Einzelnen, wenn es sich &lt;br /&gt;nicht auf andere auswirkt. &lt;br /&gt;Beispiele:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Helm-/Gurtpflicht:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wenn ich ohne Helm/Gurt fahre, gefährde ich niemanden, &lt;br /&gt;außer mich selbst und das sollte ich soviel tun dürfen, wie ich &lt;br /&gt;will. Es gibt ja schließlich auch kein Gesetz, das mir verbietet, &lt;br /&gt;mit ner Schere in der Hand rum zu laufen, oder mit nem Messer im&lt;br /&gt;Toaster rum zu stochern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drogenmissbrauch:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das gleiche Prinzip: Was geht es den Staat an, was ich mir in den&lt;br /&gt;Körper pumpe? Ich schade damit niemandem, außer mir selbst, warum &lt;br /&gt;also verbietet mir der Staat, Drogen zu nehmen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inzest:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solange es sich dabei um zwei (oder mehr) geistig gesunde, &lt;br /&gt;erwachsene Menschen handelt, die beide mit ihren Handlungen&lt;br /&gt;und denen des anderen einverstanden sind, was spricht &lt;br /&gt;dagegen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dies sind nur einige Beispiele und in Zukunft werde ich bestimmt&lt;br /&gt;noch weitere liefern. Sollte sich doch mal jemand auf meinen Blog&lt;br /&gt;verirren, wäre ich sehr an dessen Meinung interessiert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer: Gegen das Verbot solcher Handlungen zu sein, bedeutet nicht, sie zu befürworten!!! Ich persönlich halte nichts von Drogen (außer Alkohol) und habe kein sexualles Interesse an meinen Familienmitgliedern. Dieser Post richtet sich ausschließlich gegen die Einmischung des Staates in das Privatleben der Bürger.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asaheil ok vana&lt;br /&gt;walk3r&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061439954567102477-2715612943992460116?l=pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/feeds/2715612943992460116/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/2009/10/gesetze-die-keine-sein-sollten.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061439954567102477/posts/default/2715612943992460116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Arctica'/><title type='text'>Song of the day V</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sonata Arctica - Replica&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm home again, &lt;br /&gt;I won the war, &lt;br /&gt;And now I am behind your door. &lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard &lt;br /&gt;To obey the law, &lt;br /&gt;And see the meaning of this all. &lt;br /&gt;Remember me? &lt;br /&gt;Before the war. &lt;br /&gt;I'm the man who lived next door. &lt;br /&gt;Long ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, &lt;br /&gt;When you look at me, &lt;br /&gt;I'm pieces of what I used to be. &lt;br /&gt;It's easier &lt;br /&gt;When you don't see &lt;br /&gt;Me standing on my own two feet. &lt;br /&gt;I'm taller when I sit here still, &lt;br /&gt;You ask are all my dreams fulfilled. &lt;br /&gt;They made me &lt;br /&gt;(A)Heart of steal, &lt;br /&gt;The kind them bullets cannot see, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's what it seems to be, &lt;br /&gt;I'm a replica, I'm a replica! &lt;br /&gt;Empty shell inside of me, &lt;br /&gt;I'm not myself, I'm a replica of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light is green, &lt;br /&gt;My slate is clean, &lt;br /&gt;New life to fill the hole in me. &lt;br /&gt;I had no name, &lt;br /&gt;Last December, &lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve I can't remember. &lt;br /&gt;I was in a constant pain, &lt;br /&gt;I saw your shadow in the rain. &lt;br /&gt;I painted all your pictures red, &lt;br /&gt;I wish I had stayed home instead, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's what it seems to be, &lt;br /&gt;I'm a replica, I'm a replica! &lt;br /&gt;Empty shell inside of me, &lt;br /&gt;I'm not myself, I'm a replica of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna leave me now, &lt;br /&gt;when it is all over? &lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna leave me, &lt;br /&gt;is my world now over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raising from the place I've been, &lt;br /&gt;And trying to keep my home base clean. &lt;br /&gt;Now I'm here and won't go back believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fall asleep &lt;br /&gt;And dream a dream, &lt;br /&gt;I'm floating in a silent scream. &lt;br /&gt;No-one placing blame on me &lt;br /&gt;But nothing's what it seems to be, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's what it seems to be, &lt;br /&gt;I'm a replica, I'm a replica! &lt;br /&gt;Empty shell inside of me, &lt;br /&gt;I'm not myself, I'm a replica!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's what it seems to be, &lt;br /&gt;I'm a replica!&lt;br /&gt;Empty shell inside of me, &lt;br /&gt;a replica of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's what it seems to be... &lt;br /&gt;Empty shell inside of me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's what it seems to be, &lt;br /&gt;I'm a replica!&lt;br /&gt;Empty shell inside of me, &lt;br /&gt;a replica of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm home again, &lt;br /&gt;I won the war, &lt;br /&gt;And now I am behind your door. &lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard &lt;br /&gt;To obey the law, &lt;br /&gt;And see the meaning of it all. &lt;br /&gt;Remember me? &lt;br /&gt;Before the war. &lt;br /&gt;I'm the man who lived...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XkMhacy5Rwo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XkMhacy5Rwo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asaheil ok vana&lt;br /&gt;walk3r&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061439954567102477-6987514934386871793?l=pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/feeds/6987514934386871793/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHY1BuEWYak/TBMXTlbkSsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gwDVzj2t37g/S220/vfsfb.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061439954567102477.post-9009227772305112612</id><published>2009-10-09T12:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T14:22:10.658+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Regin Smiður'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Týr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song of the day'/><title type='text'>Song of the day IV</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Týr - Regin Smiður&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viljið tær nú lýða á &lt;br /&gt;meðan eg man kvøða &lt;br /&gt;Um teir ríku kongarnar &lt;br /&gt;sum eg vil nú um røða &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grani bar gullið av heiði &lt;br /&gt;Brá hann sinum brandi av reiði &lt;br /&gt;Sjúrður vá á orminum &lt;br /&gt;Grani bar gullið av heiði &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hundings synir í randargný &lt;br /&gt;teir skaðan gørdu har &lt;br /&gt;Eitur var í svørinum &lt;br /&gt;teir bóru móti mær &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fávnir eitur ormurin &lt;br /&gt;á Glitrarheiði liggur &lt;br /&gt;Regin er ein góður smiður &lt;br /&gt;fáum er hann dyggur &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hann var sær á leikvøllum &lt;br /&gt;imillum manna herjar &lt;br /&gt;Rívur upp eikikelvi stór &lt;br /&gt;hann lemjir summar til heljar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eystantil undri heyginum &lt;br /&gt;ið dreingir eyka tal &lt;br /&gt;Dimmur er hesin dapri dagur &lt;br /&gt;niður í mold at fara &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Har komm maður á vøllin fram &lt;br /&gt;eingin ið hann kendi &lt;br /&gt;Síðan hatt á høvdi bar &lt;br /&gt;og finskan boga í hendi &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Har komm maður á vøllin fram &lt;br /&gt;hann vá við eggjateini &lt;br /&gt;Eyga hevði hann eitt í heysi &lt;br /&gt;knept var brók at beini &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ormurin er skriðin av gullinum &lt;br /&gt;tað man frættast víða &lt;br /&gt;Sjúrður setist á Granar bak &lt;br /&gt;hann býr seg til at ríða &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grani bar gullið av heiði &lt;br /&gt;Brá hann sinum brandi av reiði &lt;br /&gt;Sjúrður vá á orminum &lt;br /&gt;Grani bar gullið av heiði&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h5zNK--DUDg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h5zNK--DUDg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Die nächsten paar Tage kommt wahrscheinlich kein &lt;strong&gt;Song of the day&lt;/strong&gt;, da ich auf ner LAN sein werde und nicht weis, ob ich da Internet hab.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asaheil ok vana&lt;br /&gt;walk3r&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061439954567102477-9009227772305112612?l=pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/feeds/9009227772305112612/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/2009/10/song-of-day-iv.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061439954567102477/posts/default/9009227772305112612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061439954567102477/posts/default/9009227772305112612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/2009/10/song-of-day-iv.html' title='Song of the day IV'/><author><name>pla1nswalk3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06616356871239711898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHY1BuEWYak/TBMXTlbkSsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gwDVzj2t37g/S220/vfsfb.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061439954567102477.post-435515084063706791</id><published>2009-10-08T18:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T14:26:37.318+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Folk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mrs. McGrath'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiddler&apos;s Green'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song of the day'/><title type='text'>Song of the day III</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Fiddler's Green - Mrs. McGrath&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, Mrs. McGrath," a sergeant said, &lt;br /&gt;"Would you like to make a soldier out of your son Ted? &lt;br /&gt;With a scarlett coat, a big cocked hat. &lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Grath, wouldn't you like that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Mrs. McGrath lived on the sea shore &lt;br /&gt;For the space of seven long years or more &lt;br /&gt;Till she saw the big ship sailing on the bay &lt;br /&gt;"Here's my son Ted, will he clear the way!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With me too-ri-a, fol-de-diddle-da&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. McGrath wouldn't you like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With me too-ri-a, fol-de-diddle-da&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. McGrath wouldn't you like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh captain dear, where have you been? &lt;br /&gt;Have you been to the Mediterranean? &lt;br /&gt;Will you tell me the news of my son Ted? &lt;br /&gt;Is the poor boy living or is he dead?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up came Ted without any legs &lt;br /&gt;And in their place, two wooden pegs &lt;br /&gt;She kissed him a dozen times or two &lt;br /&gt;And said "My god, Ted is it you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With me too-ri-a, fol-de-diddle-da&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. McGrath didn't you like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With me too-ri-a, fol-de-diddle-da&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. McGrath didn't you like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now were you drunk or were you blind &lt;br /&gt;When you left your two fine legs behind? &lt;br /&gt;Or was it while walking upon the sea &lt;br /&gt;Wore your two fine legs from the knees away?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wasn't drunk and I wasn't blind &lt;br /&gt;When I left my two fine legs behind. &lt;br /&gt;A cannon ball on the fifth of May &lt;br /&gt;Tore my two fine legs and my knees away"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With me too-ri-a, fol-de-diddle-da&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. McGrath didn't you like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With me too-ri-a, fol-de-diddle-da&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. McGrath didn't you like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My Teddyboy," the widow cried &lt;br /&gt;"Your two fine legs were your mothers pride. &lt;br /&gt;The stumps of a tree wouldn't do at all &lt;br /&gt;Why didn't you run from the cannon ball?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All foreign wars I do proclaim &lt;br /&gt;Between Don John and the King of Spain.&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have my son as he used to be &lt;br /&gt;Than the King of France and his whole navy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With me too-ri-a, fol-de-diddle-da&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. McGrath didn't you like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With me too-ri-a, fol-de-diddle-da&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. McGrath didn't you like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With me too-ri-a, fol-de-diddle-da&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. McGrath didn't you like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With me too-ri-a, fol-de-diddle-da&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. McGrath didn't you like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yhddL8LI6pw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yhddL8LI6pw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asaheil ok vana&lt;br /&gt;walk3r&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061439954567102477-435515084063706791?l=pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/feeds/435515084063706791/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/2009/10/song-of-day-iii.html#comment-form' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061439954567102477/posts/default/435515084063706791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061439954567102477/posts/default/435515084063706791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/2009/10/song-of-day-iii.html' title='Song of the day III'/><author><name>pla1nswalk3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06616356871239711898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHY1BuEWYak/TBMXTlbkSsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gwDVzj2t37g/S220/vfsfb.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061439954567102477.post-1751989504753351900</id><published>2009-10-07T19:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T20:14:06.137+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Larry Gallagher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song of the day'/><title type='text'>Song of the day II</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Larry Gallagher - I am better than your god&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's an old guy with a beard&lt;br /&gt;Whining in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Picking through his fan mail as we live and die &lt;br /&gt;He's watching our every move &lt;br /&gt;From the cradle to the tomb &lt;br /&gt;Who is righteous, who is lame &lt;br /&gt;And who is poking whom &lt;br /&gt;While infidels broil in hell like so many cod &lt;br /&gt;Don't want to be crucified &lt;br /&gt;But if God is on your side &lt;br /&gt;I'm better than your god&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not fully formed&lt;br /&gt;I'm petty and I'm vain&lt;br /&gt;Driven by fear&lt;br /&gt;And susceptible to pain&lt;br /&gt;But I'm trying to be fair&lt;br /&gt;And I'm trying to give a shit&lt;br /&gt;And I'm trying to keep on trying&lt;br /&gt;Though it's trying I admit&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bumbling brute in a monkey suit&lt;br /&gt;A spinning, grinning clod&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's funny and it's sad&lt;br /&gt;But you know things are bad when&lt;br /&gt;I am better than your god&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I have heard&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I have seen&lt;br /&gt;Nothing so absurd&lt;br /&gt;Nothing so obscene&lt;br /&gt;As taking a love so deep&lt;br /&gt;And free, and whole&lt;br /&gt;And twisting it into something&lt;br /&gt;That is smaller than your soul&lt;br /&gt;Load your guns, chosen ones&lt;br /&gt;Does that strike you as odd?&lt;br /&gt;I'll gamble on his wrath&lt;br /&gt;Cause if you do the math&lt;br /&gt;I am better than your god&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.larrygallagher.com/canigo_tracks/6.mp3"&gt;Das Lied als mp3 (die letzten paar Sekunden fehlen)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asaheil ok vana&lt;br /&gt;walk3r&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061439954567102477-1751989504753351900?l=pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/feeds/1751989504753351900/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/2009/10/song-of-day-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061439954567102477/posts/default/1751989504753351900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061439954567102477/posts/default/1751989504753351900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/2009/10/song-of-day-ii.html' title='Song of the day II'/><author><name>pla1nswalk3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06616356871239711898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHY1BuEWYak/TBMXTlbkSsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gwDVzj2t37g/S220/vfsfb.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061439954567102477.post-227261619528907102</id><published>2009-10-06T22:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T19:46:09.065+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Regenbogen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annett Müller'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musik'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Landser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song of the day'/><title type='text'>Song of the day I</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Annett Müller - Wenn's zum Regenbogen geht (Landser Cover)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Du bist mir in der S-Bahn aufgefallen,&lt;br /&gt;Dein flackernder Blick, der irrte hin und her,&lt;br /&gt;Dein blasses Gesicht, die Schatten unter den Augen,&lt;br /&gt;Vergesse ich bestimmt nie mehr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wenn's zum Regenbogen geht,&lt;br /&gt;(Wenn's zum Regenbogen geht)&lt;br /&gt;Und der weiße Schnee der fällt,&lt;br /&gt;(Der weiße Schnee der fällt)&lt;br /&gt;Muss nicht immer Weihnacht sein, &lt;br /&gt;(Muss nicht immer Weihnacht sein)&lt;br /&gt;Sondern auch das Glück auf dieser Welt. &lt;br /&gt;(Das Glück auf dieser Welt.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habe dich nie angesprochen,&lt;br /&gt;Auch du hast nie ein Wort gesagt.&lt;br /&gt;Dabei hätte ich es tun sollen, &lt;br /&gt;Ich hab es doch die ganze Zeit geahnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wenn's zum Regenbogen geht,&lt;br /&gt;(Wenn's zum Regenbogen geht)&lt;br /&gt;Und der weiße Schnee der fällt,&lt;br /&gt;(Der weiße Schnee der fällt)&lt;br /&gt;Muss nicht immer Weihnacht sein, &lt;br /&gt;(Muss nicht immer Weihnacht sein)&lt;br /&gt;Sondern auch das Glück auf dieser Welt. &lt;br /&gt;(Das Glück auf dieser Welt.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eines Tages war dein Platz leer,&lt;br /&gt;Die Alte gegenüber schlug die Zeitung auf.&lt;br /&gt;Da stand:"Schon wieder eine Drogentote",&lt;br /&gt;Und dein Bild war ganz groß drauf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wenn's zum Regenbogen geht,&lt;br /&gt;(Wenn's zum Regenbogen geht)&lt;br /&gt;Und der weiße Schnee der fällt,&lt;br /&gt;(Der weiße Schnee der fällt)&lt;br /&gt;Muss nicht immer Weihnacht sein, &lt;br /&gt;(Muss nicht immer Weihnacht sein)&lt;br /&gt;Sondern auch das Glück auf dieser Welt. &lt;br /&gt;(Auch das Glück auf dieser Welt.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wenn’s zum Regenbogen geht, wenn’s zum Regenbogen geht,&lt;br /&gt;Wenn’s zum Regenbogen geht, wenn’s zum Regenbogen geht,&lt;br /&gt;Wenn’s zum Regenbogen geht, wenn’s zum Regenbogen geht,&lt;br /&gt;Wenn’s zum Regenbogen geht, wenn’s zum Regenbogen geht,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wenn’s zum Regenbogen geht, &lt;br /&gt;Wenn’s zum Regenbogen geht,&lt;br /&gt;Wenn’s zum Regenbogen geht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wenn’s zum Regenbogen geht, &lt;br /&gt;Wenn’s zum Regenbogen geht,&lt;br /&gt;Wenn’s zum Regenbogen geht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wenn’s zum Regenbogen geht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3iqLTA3VKUo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3iqLTA3VKUo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asaheil ok vana&lt;br /&gt;walk3r&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061439954567102477-227261619528907102?l=pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com' alt='' 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werde ich (wahrscheinlich) jeden Tag die Lyrics, sowie (falls auffindbar) ein Video/myspace Link/sonstiges, zu einem Song posten, der entweder meine Stimmung an dem Tag widerspiegelt, oder mir einfach nicht aus dem Kopf geht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das wärs für den ersten Post, der erste &lt;strong&gt;Song of the day&lt;/strong&gt; folgt gleich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asaheil ok vana&lt;br /&gt;walk3r&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061439954567102477-8462161071714120852?l=pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pla1nswalk3r.blogspot.com/feeds/8462161071714120852/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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