Agitato, andante, adagio coda...

It has been awhile since my last post, I remember myself writing one, pressing the wrong button, so that about 500 words or so were lost forever - it could have been a classic in a few years in bloggin =D.


Agitato:
I'm doin fine, tried first time in my life something u could have called dancin (don't ask further...)
(no - really don't)
had some good oldschool rausch, and for ultimate rausch expierience, the "Immaculate" cd was played - a mix of my personal rock chillin' stuff.

Andante:
Had some good discussions with a damned drunk horseman (privacy-joke) and at the end he said: "klömpö, mit dir red i am liabstn"(he probably won't know that anymore) - and that after a discussion about lifesense, coinsidences and other stuff. really interesting. gotta keep that in mind for some reason.

Coda:
Well...
I gotta refer to a comment I've read at a good friends blog:
Here

About unfamiliars comment:

I really can't stand the fact that there are really people who think that FM4 listeners are more intelligent - most of the guys with FM4 tshirts are pseudo-alternative guys...
You are not intelligent if you listen to crap music.
point.
[this was written with lots, lots of anger in my stomack, who is known to hold much, much place for anger... and I know that music is everybodys choice, so u can see the Coda as pretty much sarcastic. Whoever doesn't want to understand - listen to Ö1, thats where the real intelligent (but often very peripathetic) magic happens. Everybodys own choice - but as soon as youre not 14 anymore, u should start respect other peoples choices, I do, u can too. I simply hate steretypical thinking. ]

G'N'R So fine:

How could she look so fine
How could it be she might be mine
How could she be so cool
I've been taken for a fool so many times
It's a story of a man
Who works as hard as he can
Just to be a man who stands on his own
But the book always burns
As the story takes it turn
An leaves a broken man
How could she be so cool
How could she be so fine
I owe a favor to a friend
My friends they always come through for me
Yeah
It's a story of a man
Who works as hard as he can
Just to be a man who stands on his own
But the book always burns
As the story takes it turn
An leaves a broken man
If you could only live my life
You could see the difference you make to me
To me
I'd look right up at night
And all I'd see was darkness
Now I see the stars alright
I wanna reach right up and grab one for you
When the lights went down in your house
Yeah that made me happy
The sweat I make for you
Yeah...I think you know where that comes from
Well I'd look right up at night
And all I'd see was darkness
Now I see the stars alright
I wanna reach right up and grab one for you
When the lights went down in your house
Yeah that made me happy
The sweat I make for you
I think you know where that comes from
How could she look so good(So good)
How could she be so fine
How could she be so cool
How could it be she might be mine

On the keyboards

mr. dizzy reed.
When you're talkin to yourself
And nobody's home
You can fool yourself
You came in this world alone
(Alone)

...again... estranged. although i don't have any estranged girlfriend. but its such a damned awesome title. my reminder keeps on.

the vodka tasted - good, but it wasn't such a capital Rausch as i guessed it would be, this kinda really frightened me to be honest. but u never know.
to say it the g'n'r retro way:
take me down to the paradise city
where the grass is green and the girls are pretty.

could that ever be vienna to me? who knows?
who cares? only me? ok. i can live with that.

Just a reminder

Gotta think of: embrionic scienence, abortions. rest will come within the next days.

gotta read a summary of "death of a salesman"

well cu

good night.

ps: the vodka tasted pretty well....

Running through a minefield

don't think too much of the header. well... it's been awhile since i last wrote, but meanwhile i think there are plenty of blogs of guys i really know (u know, somethin called real life...) and they blogalot.

Well how I've done so far? As always, really really strange.
WE has been kinda fun, friday some "billige gaudi" at the (?how to say in english?) wind band (?[Musiprob hoit, so a schahs.]
Saturday - jammin with the band, was pretty fun. probably giggin' in november or so. whatever.
Saturday evening: shisha rocks. had to be said.
Then mr. Fano, Mr. Fraunz and Mrs. Natsch came for some gaudi, lateron in the Ju to some good old oldschoolrausch.
The first 2 or 3 hours were really boring. Then some guys joined for some "gaudi", had been really interesting - especially as one of those guys was asked how its goin' for him, the good old Tante Ju syndrome came tumblin down to all those that were at the table: He just said:" Well, ex-wife, 2 children, children live at my place" - Pure silence for a few seconds - just like in a cabaret, everything is funny, until at once somethin disrupts the fun with the hard hammer that can hit u in life - i would call it the "Ju-Syndrome", or u simply could call the Ju the boulevard of broken dreams.

One thing bothered me pretty much - a good friend only were present for those who were on the table for about 2 minutes, then he was gone without sayin' anything. lateron he returned, but after a few minutes the conversation was disrupted by a girl sayin: "Oh, I gotta go to the bank". then silence - "Won't u come with me?". Strange thing about that was that this girl really kinda played with the 2 guys, a good friend of mine and another metal-guy (whatever...)

It bothers me that that friend didn't come to my birthdayparty (he had somewhere else to drink, I'm pretty sure mrs. playin' with him was there, I mean, I know that he is in a really not funny position...) and he is pretty unavailable for anything on the weekends - even in his favourite pub.

Well we all develop further and further, but I'm askin' myself how far it can be done to keep a friendship intact - if u feel like just another guy to drink with, it's no basis for a friendship.

Point.

I just wanna be heard, loud and clear are my words, comin’ from within man
Tell ‘em what you heard, it's about a revolution
In your heart and in your mind, you can find the conclusion
Lifestyle and obsession, diamond rings get you nothin’ but a lifelong lesson
And your pocketbook stressin’, you're a slave to the system
Workin jobs that you hate, for that shit you don't need
It's too bad the world is based on greed, step back and see
Stop thinkin’ bout yourself, start thinkin’ bout

There's no money, there's no possession, only obsession, I don't need that shit
Take my money, take my possession, take my obsession, I don't need that shit