dreamer

 
Lachen... ist was wunderbares, was heilsames.
Heute Nacht bin ich an meinem Lachen aufgewacht, ganz kurz. Früher ist mir das immer wieder passiert. Früher träumte ich viel. Früher träumte ich vom Fliegen. Früher war alles so viel...

Ach was. Jedenfalls ist es lange her, seit ich das letzte Mal im Schlaf gelacht habe und mich daran erinnern konnte. Sehr lange her.

Und ich bin sogar noch froh zu wissen, dass ich nicht einer von Denen bin, die über ihre eigene Witze lachen müssen. Ich weiss nicht mehr wehr mir was erzählt hat, doch ich kann mich daran erinnern, da war jemand der irgendwas gesagt hat.

Lachen ist was wunderbares. Und bei all den Problemen die ich gehabt habe und habe, ist es tröstlich zu wissen, dass wenigstens mein Unterbewusstsein wieder einen Weg gefunden hat, um lachen zu können. Nun muss ich noch einen Weg finden, mein Lachen in den nächsten Tag hinüber zu retten.

Michael Cheval: Dream Catcher
 

never lose it again

 
Tower Of Song == Leonard Cohen

My friends are gone and my hair is grey.
I ache in the places where I used to play.
And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on.
I'm just paying my rent every day in the tower of song.

I said to Hank Williams: “How lonely does it get?”
Hank Williams hasn't answered yet,
but I hear him coughing all night long,
a hundred floors above me in the tower of song.

I was born like this, I had no choice.
I was born with the gift of a golden voice,
and twenty-seven angels from the great beyond,
they tied me to this table right here in the tower of song.

So you can stick your little pins in that voodoo doll
- I'm very sorry, baby, doesn't look like me at all.
I'm standing by the window where the light is strong.
They don't let a woman kill you not in the tower of song.

Now you can say that I've grown bitter but of this you may be sure:
The rich have got their channels in the bedrooms of the poor,
and there's a mighty judgement coming, but I may be wrong.
You see, you hear these funny voices in the tower of song.

I see you standing on the other side.
I don't know how the river got so wide.
I loved you, I loved you way back when -
And all the bridges are burning that we might have crossed,
but I feel so close to everything that we lost -
We'll never, we’ll never have to lose it again.

So I bid you farewell, I don't know when I'll be back.
They’re moving us tomorrow to that tower down the track.
But you'll be hearing from me, baby, long after I'm gone.
I'll be speaking to you sweetly from my window in the tower of song.

My friends are gone and my hair is grey.
I ache in the places where I used to play.
And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on.
I'm just paying my rent every day in the tower of song.


 

exploitation

 
Fight For A Change == Tsering Purtag



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is happiness somewhere?

 
Happy Up Here == Röyksopp

One of the best video clips ever...