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I had a feeling once
That you and I
Could tell each other everything
For two months
But even without hope
With truth on our side
When you turn away from me
It's not right

Never pick sides
Never choose between two
But I just wanted you

Vampire Weekend - I Think UR A Contra
I am gonna die when they play this song on February 21 in Hamburg.

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When I grow up, I want to live near the sea
Crab claws and bottles of rum
That’s what i’ll have staring at the seashell
Waiting for it to embrace me

I put my soul in what I do
Last night I drew a funny man
with dark eyes and a hanging tongue
It goes way bad, I never liked a sad look
From someone who wants to be loved by you

You’ve got cucumbers on your eyes

Fever Ray - When I Grow Up

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Please excuse me but I got to ask
Are you only being nice
Because you want something?

You know the answer so why do you ask
I am only being nice
Because I want someone, something
You're like a kitten with a ball of yarn
And it's doing me in

The more I try to erase you
The more that you appear

Thom Yorke - The Eraser

ISO 400 / 50mm / f5,6 / 1/400sec

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Das Gegenteil von Gut ist gut gemeint, in Empfindsamkeit vereint
ein befindlichkeitsfixierter Aufstand
hetero und männlich, blass und arm
weil wir bleiben, wie wir waren
und: “Feuer frei und weiteratmen”
das gute Wissen ist nicht billig
zwischen “Glaub ich nicht” und “Will ich”

Nur bitte, was für ein Verständnis von Erkennen und Erkenntnis
wenn ich sage: “Geld allein macht auch nicht glücklich”
aber irgendwie schon besser im Taxi zu weinen als im HVV-Bus, oder nicht?
Und wer hält, was er verspricht,
Wenn er nicht glaubt, was er sagt?
Ich hab zuerst gefragt!

Kettcar – Im Taxi weinen

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You have tried your best to please everyone
But it just isn’t happening

And this is fucked up, fucked up
This is your blind spot, blind spot
It should be obvious, but it’s not.
But it isn’t, but it isn’t

You cannot kickstart a dead horse
You just crush yourself and walk away
I don’t care what the future holds

I am your black swan, black swan
But I made it to the top, but I made it to the top
And this is fucked up, fucked up

Be your black swan, black swan
I’m for spare parts, broken up

Thom Yorke – Black Swan

ISO 1600 / 50mm / f1,4 / 1/2000sec

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