Es war die Nacht vor der Europawahl, als zuletzt gefoflt wurde. Das ist also schon ein paar Wochen her. Aber keine Zeit für Protokolle. A little messy ist derzeit auch mein Alltag.
Eigentlich bestand beim 34. FOFL kein offizielles Motto, aber wegen der Wahl in Europa nahm der ein oder andere Beitrag Bezug auf Themen wie Gleichstellung oder Krieg. Eine Linie gab es jedoch nicht, es ging wild durcheinander.
Schön war's. Sehr viel schöner auf jeden Fall als der Ausgang der Wahl.
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Eyes wide open, dilated, but he's fine now
And if his father ever finds out
Then he'd probably knock his lights out
Gets a little messy in Heaven
Gets a little messy in Heaven
He's staying out on the weekdays, weekends
No sleep for the weak 'round here
Going out, getting lost in the deep end
White lines never dried no tears
Well I was dancing at a night club one Friday night
And that night club bar was a little uptight
Yeah, I was dancing all alone a little self conscious
When some kids came up and said, "for dancing come with us."
And soon I was dancing in a lesbian bar in the industrial zone.
I was dancing with my friends and dancing alone.
Well the first bar things were stop and stare
But in this bar things were laissez faire
I was dancing in a lesbian bar.
In the first bar folks were drinking sips
But in this bar they could shake their hips
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion, too
Imagine all the people
Livin' life in peace
You
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
Through the bleak and early morn
Where a stronger will is sworn
Where the moon moves so slow
And I seem to never let you go
When my hands are old and ache
And my memory flickers dim
And my bones don't hold my skin
There's no place I haven't been
I recall the days were few
That is all that I can do
Feel the carvings in the tree
That give shape for you and me
Back in the city
I'm just another girl in a sweater
Perpetual novice
Signature on a check made out to you
Now there's the sunset
Salt in the wound, yeah
Sometimes I don't know who I'm singing to
Who is the you who I sing to
When the house is empty?
You open the door
To another door, to another door
To another door, to another door
And I'm running through to you
A veces sucede que transformo el odio en ganas terribles de volverme invisible, más crece el coraje, inunda el rencor. Agentes del caos a reapropiar la violencia.
De niñas crecimos siendo precavidas, a nunca andar solas de noche y de día. Aprendimos a tiempo a lidiar con el mundo, con la herida abierta de un trauma en conjunto.
Llaves entre los dedos, gas pimienta y cuchillo fieles aliadas contra el mismo enemigo. Crece el odio, crece el rencor. Crece el odio, crece el rencor.
[Sometimes it happens that I transform hatred into a terrible desire to become invisible, Courage grows, rancor spreads. Agents of chaos to re-appropriate violence.
As girls we grew up being cautious, never walking alone at night and during the day. We learned in time to deal with the world, with the open wound of trauma as a whole.
Keys between fingers, pepper spray and knife, faithful allies against the same enemy. Hatred grows, rancor grows. Hatred grows, rancor grows.]
Contempt in your eyes
As I turn to kiss his lips
Broken I lie
All my feelings denied
Blood on your fist
Can you tell me why?
You in your false securities
Tear up my life
Condemning me
Name me an illness
Call me a sin
Never feel guilty
Never give in
Tell me why?
You and me together
Fighting for our love
Jetzt ist erstmal EM , danach wird weiter gefoflt. Freut Euch auf das Motto TRASH!
Liebe an alle,
Penjelly