Published: 31.07.2011

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D’YouTube Playlist gëtt et hei.

Ingrid Michaelson – Everybody
Owl City – Honey and the Bee
The Audreys – Troubles Somehow
The Airborne Toxic Event – Does This Mean You’re Moving On?
Nephew – Va Fangool
The Voluntary Butler Scheme – Multiplayer
Madeleine Peyroux – Don’t Pick A Fight With A Poet
Bright Eyes – First Day Of My Life
Beirut – Postcards From Italy
Cee-Lo Green – (You’re So Square) Baby, I Don’t Care
Karen Elson – Crying, Waiting, Hoping
Caravan Palace – We Can Dance
The Infamous Stringdusters – Won’t Be Coming Back
Oskar Linnros – Från Och Med Du
Jools Holland – Sally Zuzas
Bellowhead – Cross-Eyed and Chinless
Cir.Cuz – Radio
Lemon Jelly – Nice Weather For Ducks
Hanson – Give A Little
Noah and the Whale – Tonight’s the Kind of Night

Published: 28.07.2011

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Endlech ee Film deen no sou richteg guddem Cyberpunk ausgesäit. An dee Cast! Ech hunn mech schon fierchterlech laang net méi esou riseg op ee Film gefreet.

Published: 27.07.2011

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We’re hiding from torrential rain under sheets of yellowed truths
and twenty-one grams of soul, away from the gleaming sparks
in the charcoal sky. We’re following our torchlight down the cave,
sometimes we shiver in the damp hollowness and raindrops run
round our rubber-like mouth corners indefensibly, slowly, lonely.

The screams of heaviness and the laughter of tortured lives echo
past stalagmites ripping through the floor like knives through hearts
uncaring of childhood memories. The torchlights are fading away
with a last hovering over lunar craters and the final hideaway
round the seawater-polished corner, darkly, irreverently, solely.

These cracks in our souls and the last slivers of love stuck
in our throats, they’re fighting in circles like a thrush’s song thrashing
all, even the fresh darkness imbuing the air around us. Thunder fracturing
the sky far away outside, a catalogue of preludes for other lives
and other earths vanquishing us, relentlessly, acridly, dismally.

Published: 16.07.2011

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Dass hei am Moment esou wéineg lass ass läit engersäits dorunner, datt ech u menger Masteraarbecht schreiwen an anerersäits dorunner, datt ech d’Wieder genéissen. Déi lescht puer Deeg hunn ech mam Meedchen Tourist gespillt, well et zu London anscheinend och soll schéin Ecker ginn. Dofir hei e puer Andréck vun eisem verlängerte Weekend.

Published: 12.07.2011

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Dat verdammte Fernwéi ass dem Verléiwtsinn esou ähnlech, dass ech zanter Wochen moies ëmmer erwäschen an e Moment brauch ier ech réaliséieren, dass ech eigentlech guer keng Persoun nierwt mer vermëssen mä futti gi vu Verlaangeren no engem Land an deem ech nach ni war. An ech weess net, wéi eent vun deenen zwee Gefiller mer léiwer wier.

EDIT: Well mech permanent Leit dono froen, wou dee Video gefilmt gouf: The Kimberley, d’Nordregioun a Westaustralien. Dat Boot, dat ee gesäit, ass d’True North, eng Luxusyacht mat där een (wann een dann d’Geld sollt hunn) kann d’Küsten vun Australien gesinn.

Published: 02.07.2011

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