Showing posts with label snap-shot. Show all posts
Showing posts with label snap-shot. Show all posts

Saturday, 22 October 2011

those were the times, ...

my friends, when we gave for children...





Now we give for banksters that speculate on hunger, decease and death.


Carpe diem



Sunday, 13 February 2011

Peter Alexander

... they come and they go! Some stay!





See you there, Peter!


Friday, 11 February 2011

Deliver us, oh Lord ...

deliver us ...


Amen...

Carpe diem!



Tuesday, 8 February 2011

... going to Chicago

... music helps, blues heals!


Carpe diem!



Monday, 7 February 2011

Golden days come and go...


I 've still got the blues for you...






Use to be so easy
To give my heart away
But I found that the haeartache
was the price you have to pay
I found that that love is no friend of mine
I should have know'n time after time

So long
it was so long ago
But I've still got the blues for you

Use to be so easy
Fall in love again
But I found that the heartache
It's a roll that leeds to pain
I found that love is more than just a game
Play and to win
but you loose just the same

So long
it was so long ago
But I've still got the blues for you

So many years since I seal you face
You will my heart
there's an emty space
Used to be

(SOLO)

So long
it was so long ago
But I've still got the blues for you

Golden days come and go
There is one thing I know
I've still got the blues for you


See you there, Gary!


Carpe diem!

Friday, 17 December 2010

snow over easter...


Possible captions:


Global warming fall-out now reached Easter Islands!


First we ran out of wood,
so we used stone,
now snow!
Virtuality will be the last resort
for our moai.


As seen in Bavaria*!

* true!

Carpe diem!


Friday, 10 December 2010

we should get mad, shouldn't we?







Carpe diem!



Wednesday, 8 December 2010

a genius never dies




Imagine there’s no Heaven
It’s easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today

Imagine there’s no countries
It isn’t hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace

You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world

You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will live as one


See you there!

Friday, 3 December 2010

the older you get...

... the more friends are leaving you!






Peter Hofmann died November 30th, 2010.





See you there, Peter!

hallelujah, school buses on snow tyres!

... and it just took another winter!


One evening a year ago our parents' council discussed the problems with school transport, mainly related to bad weather conditions; well, usually just normal weather conditions taking the season called winter into account.

The proposal to ask the bus contractor to install snow tyres was washed away by the local politician, indeed the local councillor, as being a condition to be included in the next contract term's agreement, only, as it had never been part of the current contract. With other words, as it was not ordered one wouldn't get it or: life is  "mostly sunny!", anyway.

Politicians?!?

So pushing all common sense plus those ever so destructive Health and Safety rules away our kids had the pleasure to sit in totally unsafe buses; okay, only when those made it up or out of the snow piles and across the ice patches which covered our roads for the first three months of 2010.

A mere eight months, early frost, heaps of new snow and may be the one winter on tyres blog post later those school buses show up on snow tyres!!

Victoria, victoria!

Common sense prevailed! Or would you think that a clever politician improved a contract?

Carpe diem!



Saturday, 9 October 2010

like a dog without a bone...

Into this house we're born,
into this world we're thrown...


Take a long holiday, let your children play...


There is a storm coming up; nobody will tell you as nobody knows, wants to know or wants you to know: 

There is a storm coming up, we will call it an unprecedented one but it will simply be the storm accumulated by the endless and interdependent crunches we caused, cause, watch, and fail to solve even one single one of.

There is a storm coming up which will be our generations' perfect storm and manifest our failures perfectly for the future generations to learn from: hope will die thereafter!






Riders On The Storm lyrics
Songwriters: Krieger, Robbie; Densmore, John; Morrison, Jim; Manzarek, Ray;

Riders on the storm, riders on the storm
Into this house we're born, into this world we're thrown
Like a dog without a bone, an actor out on loan
Riders on the storm

There's a killer on the road, his brain is squirmin' like a toad
Take a long holiday, let your children play
If ya give this man a ride, sweet family will die
Killer on the road, yeah

Girl ya gotta love your man, girl ya gotta love your man
Take him by the hand, make him understand
The world on you depends, our life will never end
Gotta love your man, yeah

Riders on the storm, riders on the storm
Into this house we're born, into this world we're thrown
Like a dog without a bone, an actor out on loan
Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm, riders on the storm
Riders on the storm, riders on the storm



Carpe diem!



Saturday, 25 September 2010

san quentin...

... have a nice weekend, and if you don't know what to do to stop thinking about crap replace smokes and drinks by good music!



Carpe diem!

Ohhh, ...

San Quentin, you've been livin' hell to me
You've hosted me since nineteen sixty three
I've seen 'em come and go and I've seen them die
And long ago I stopped askin' why

San Quentin, I hate every inch of you.
You've cut me and have scarred me thru an' thru.
And I'll walk out a wiser weaker man;
Mister Congressman why can't you understand.

San Quentin, what good do you think you do?
Do you think I'll be different when you're through?
You bent my heart and mind and you may my soul,
And your stone walls turn my blood a little cold.

San Quentin, may you rot and burn in hell.
May your walls fall and may I live to tell.
May all the world forget you ever stood.
And may all the world regret you did no good.

San Quentin, you've been livin' hell to me.

Monday, 21 June 2010

Gibraltar...

... a rock!




Carpe diem!

Friday, 4 June 2010

the road gets longer and longer...

...with every disaster.






I just felt it.


Carpe diem!

Sunday, 21 March 2010

german groove... relax, but...

... mind that left knee of yours:

Marius Müller-Westernhagen - new CD: Williamsburg





The refrain goes:

we are fed up to the back teeth
with dope and alcohol
with media politics
and your dirty tricks...


Here is the rest of the text in German,
the guitar speaks English, I believe:


Wir waren zu dritt
weniger sieben
Von uns war nicht einmal
nichts geblieben
Wir glaubten an
Elvis und Scientologen
Das reimt sich verdammt gut
Auf wir wurden betrogen

Der Aufstand der Nullen
zog sich in die Länge
Der Rat der Weisen,
zerdrückt in der Menge
Godot war gekommen,
mit kahlem Schädel
Das Recht zum Verfilmen
liegt bei Uli, dem Edel

Wir haben die Schnauze voll
Von Dope und Alkohol
Von Medienpolitik
Von euren schmutzigen Tricks

Und du lebst noch immer
mit der gleichen Frau
Da hat sich ´ne Menge
Wut aufgestaut
Und deine Tochter,
das gleiche Kaliber
Schmuggelt Kassiber,
was täte sie lieber

Dabei hattest du doch
so große Ziele
Wolltest Maler werden
wie Egon der Schiele
Und deine Eltern waren
immer so stolz
So ist das Leben
Beschissen. Was soll ´s

Wir haben die Schnauze voll
Von Dope und Alkohol
Von Medienpolitik
Von euren schmutzigen Tricks

Heilig ist die Musik
Verflucht sei, wer sie betrügt
Gier ist der Tod der Kunst
In Köln nennt man die Pussi Punz

Und die Moral von der Geschichte
Du bist noch lang kein Poet,
schreibst du auch Gedichte
Und hast du erst einmal
die Unschuld verloren
Ist mit WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS
ein Arschloch geboren

Wir haben die Schnauze voll
Von Dope und Alkohol
Von Medienpolitik
Von euren schmutzigen Tricks

Heilig ist die Musik
Verflucht sei, wer sie betrügt
Gier ist der Tod der hehren Kunst
In Köln nennt man die Pussi Punz
[ Wir Haben Die Schnauze Voll Lyrics on http://www.lyricsmania.com/ ]


Carpe diem!


Monday, 1 March 2010

don't worry, just 'money'







Carpe diem!



Wednesday, 27 January 2010

some summer wine?

I could do with some...


Carpe diem!



Tuesday, 26 January 2010

growth, growther, growthest

growth isn't possible


Dr. Victoria Johnson of nef:

Magic bullets - such as carbon capture and storage, nuclear or even geo-engineering - are potentially dangerous distractions.


BBC news, in short


download the publication (pdf) here.





The definition of growth based on a pecuniary increase alone is just one possible but ancient criteria ruling our lives; should we not better begin to evaluate other areas that could benefit from "growing" such as "quality of life" in general terms or "harmony", "health", "comfort", "knowledge" and "wisdom"; finally "real solutions to real problems" could do with massive growth!

Carpe diem!


Monday, 25 January 2010

the new EU energy commissioner

As a native German speaking English fairly well it is kind of hard to have to listen to another native German trying to speak English having not been taught to do so... while not being able to help. However, it is cruel to have to hear him speak German which he does by insisting (beginning of the video) on absolutely every German needing to be able to speak and understand - guess what?: Die englische Sprache!




Carpe diem!

Sunday, 24 January 2010

rock's snap-shot

Somewhere in the wwweb, while discussing hottest years, models, numbers, methods and global temperatures:

I really am appalled that stupid has become a lifestyle.
Joe Sixpack and Jane Winebox have decided that somehow objective reality just doesn’t apply to them – and there is no consequence.

You’re considered rude if you point out to them that they are being stupid.
Their vote counts the same as that of somebody sane. I really don’t see how our country comes back from this.

The rest you would find here.

Carpe diem!