Wednesday, February 22. 2012Saturday, February 18. 2012Friday, February 17. 2012Thursday, February 16. 2012Tuesday, February 14. 2012Monday, February 13. 2012earth without art
Monday, February 13. 2012Sunday, February 12. 2012AloneWhilst I thought I was climbing I found myself descending Having lost my way let me go up Having lost my way let me go down I have no other work to do It would have been better no to be the mother It's sorrowful when a son goes away let alone and when he .. I watched quietly when the grave was being dug knowing that he won't come back and I won't be here for much longer Even if I become like a king or like the wind never never will death stay away But when he called me from above neither voice nor word to say yes we just say quietly yes to him It is a debt which must be paid Here is our flesh Take it from me It seems to me that I can't destroy it Having spent the day with pain Am I going to spend the night with pain? This living to eat is so tiring for me I am feeling cold inside Let me go on seeking fire Even death is better than this useless life The mast of a ship - a nakedness The leader of horse sheds the female breast He tramples down the vast furnace Godlike and piercing Binding and bitter and cleaving asunder Breaking and mending Abiding in a place Tending over nothingness Darkness tending onto corruption Darkness tending unto corruption Darkness tending unto corruption Merchants are trembling Dragged down unto horror Terrible and (?) The dust and the (?) Sublime circumcision Solitude and desolation A goatherd unto lost All destruction Grinding to hold her Withering and fading, The weeping of horses Flesh turn (?) The mountains are cast out Lions tremling with fury Thy braking in my barenness The destroyer of days The silent lion - we know him fury The death of flesh He moves with a creeping motion They destroy by the sky flame of their smoky breath The painbringers They shried with a long drawn cry Sunday, February 12. 2012Current 93 in Berlin
Current 93 will play a show at Volksbühne on April, 9th.
When we touch the world And it falls away When we feel that we're born Just to fall apart And our mother lies in state And the broken pitcher glistens And the snow is at the window Creating neither sign nor symbol And the earth covers earth And the mud lies in pools Where the sand-dunes stretch unbroken And the dry wind bends and sighs And the geese are running harmless And our desires are running wild Then we're looking at the smoke That's rising from the incense Neither coming here nor going Neither heaven here nor hell Neither borning here nor birthing Neither dying here nor death And we're wrapped inside our troubles And we're wrapped inside our pain And wracked with fires with longing And our eyes are blind with night With our fingers clutching coins And our thoughts burning with 'I' And our eyes cannot be sated With the world and its nightmares With the world and its dreams Though later they'll be filled With a small handful of dust And the gods appear on the altars And we recognise their face It's a face that we have carved there And it's full of fear and longing And promises and threats But they neither stoop to conquer Nor do they stoop to praise And the mines are void of diamonds That we carry in our rags Then all the world seems A sadness song And all the world seems A sadness song Sunday, February 12. 2012Wednesday, February 8. 2012Tuesday, February 7. 2012Youth Lagoon
Youth Lagoon will play a concert in Berlin at the end of February.
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