Heinz „Ed“ Karbouncle (hammond organ), aka Helge Schneider, and Pete York (drums), aka Sonny Stampantos, invited the tenor saxophone player Scott Hamilton. It was a very nice evening. Though the waiter was a bit confused. Very nice Jazz and had fun with the guys. Talking 'bout the mess and joking around. I had a big dessert, but I wasn't able to eat all of it. Too much for me yesterday. The Birdland is a gorgeous place. Not too posh for my taste, neither the audience. I guess mostly because of Helge Schneider. By the time they're playing another show. A fine Jazz evening is good. You can talk if you want, because it wasn't too loud and you can listen to the music and enjoy it. I have to come back to the Birdland. And Helge Schneider looks with his haircut like an emo guy. I don't want to offend, we just thought it was funny. (Man, my English sucks!) I'm outta here. Gonna pick up my love soon.

One last kiss one only
Then I'll let you go
Hard for you I've fallen
But you can't break my fall
I'm broken don't break me
When I hit the ground

Some devil some angel
Has got me to the bones
You said always and forever
Now I believe you baby
You said always and forever
Is such a long and lonely time

Too drunk and still drinking
It's just the way I feel
It's alright
Is what you told me
Cause what we had was so beautiful
Feel heavy like floating
At the bottom of the sea

You said always and forever
Now I believe you baby
You said always and forever
Is such a long and lonely time

Some devil is stuck inside of me
Why can't I set it free
I wish, I wish I was dead and you were grieving
Just so that you could know
Some angel is stuck inside of me
But I cannot set you free

You said always and forever
Now I believe you baby
You said always and forever
Such a long and lonely time

Stuck inside of me

Sorry for blogging all that lyrics-stuff again. I don't want to tell the hard facts. I just give a few hints (maybe for myself too).

Some devil is stuck inside of me

(Dave Matthews Band - Some Devil)

the sky is grey
the sand is grey
and the ocean is grey

and I feel right at home
in this stunning monochrome
alone in my way

I smoke and I drink
and every time I blink
I have a tiny dream

but as bad as I am
I'm proud of the fact
that I'm worse than I seem

what kind of paradise am I looking for?
i've got everything i want and still i want more
maybe some tiny shiny key
will wash up on the shore

you walk through my walls
like a ghost on tv
you penetrate me

and my little pink heart
is on its little brown raft
floating out to sea

and what can I say
but I'm wired¹ this way
and you're wired to me

and what can I do
but wallow in you
unintentionally

what kind of paradise am I looking for?
I've got everything I want and still I want more
maybe some tiny shiny key
will wash up on the shore

regretfully
I guess I've only got three
simple things to say:
why me?
why this now?
why this way?
with overtones ringing
and undertows pulling away
under a sky that is grey
on sand that is grey
by an ocean that's grey

what kind of paradise am I looking for?
I've got everything I want
and still I want more
maybe some tiny shiny key
will wash up on the shore

¹ wired |wīrd|
adjective informal
1 making use of computers and information technology to transfer or receive information, esp. by means of the Internet: the economic arguments for getting your business wired.
2 [ predic. ] in a nervous, tense, or edgy state: not much sleep lately—I'm a little wired.
• under the influence of drugs or alcohol.

again the night is the only thing left
now the days are full of emptiness, but
there’ll come times when I’m less depressed
there’ll be coffee and cigarettes

and if you ever find the time to come to my place
we could hang out and talk about life and such things
we could listen to some of my newer songs
and you would love ‘em ‘cause they always sound the same

again the bar is the first place to go
freedom Friday’s what we’re waiting for
and the drinks are our new best friends
the weekend always includes a bitter end

and if you ever find the time to come to my place
we could hang out and talk about life and such things
we could listen to some of my newer songs
and you would love ‘em ‘cause they always sound the same

and if you ever find the time to come to my place
we could hang out and talk about life and such things
we could listen to some of my newer songs
and you would love ‘em ‘cause they always sound the same

and if you ever find the time to come to my place
we could hang out and talk about life and such things
and If you don’t want I’ll just sing this song to myself
it could be it would be my lullaby

(Chris and the other girls - Lullaby)
Watch the video.

So for now my flickr account is full. I have uploaded more than 201 photos and now I am not able to view my photos from August 2005. I really want to use flickr in the future and longer, but only if I can upload more. So my only choice is to upgrade to a Pro Account. It's 37,85 Euro ($ 47,99) for two years. For credit card manipulation fees I don't know how much will add up. Although I find it annoying that there wasn't a warning from flickr, that my free Account gets too big. I could punish them for making that with me – but flickr is the only tool I can think of, which has all the stuff included I want.

Ich habe einfach Statistiken zu gern.

did you fall on your way
it's a long way down
welcome back to your place
I hope you know it now
'cause it's true what you say
were the wrong way round

and the lie that cut the worse
has been resolved, then reversed

finally

ah come on
show the way
where are you running now
is it lack of restraint
has you turning round

and in the end, were both the same
you played your part, so your part to blame

when you want something so much
it's drawing trouble on your life
and when you found something so good
it's hard to focus on what's right

and in the end what hurt the worst
has been resolved and the reversed
and I know it's not what you said
it's like the letter I just sat and read

finally

you found something so good
its drawing trouble in your life
and when you lost something so good
it's hard to focus on what's right

I love it so far

Keine Garantie für Richtigkeit.

Once upon a time, when I was about 11 years old, my parents had this strange CD player. It was rather small and looked fine on the backrest of our sofa.
Today I seem to found it again:

And? It is from Apple!? Back in the first half of the 90's I didn't know what Apple is. I didn't know that it even exists. The CD player just was there and it worked finde, most of the time. And I think, that it WAS this PowerCD thing, because the remote control had exactly that design. Only Apple would do something like that – or – if Apple does it no other company is able to. But we did not have the speakers. We had better ones. Hrhr.

(via TUAW)