// the hickey underworld. blonde fire.

don't let me walk out the door.
don't let me know what it's for.
can't say i'll be there right now.
can't say i'll be there somehow.
yeah, you own me.
blonde fire.

// the break mission. come by.

// lawrence arabia. apple pie bed.

apple pie bed.

// octoberman. thirty reasons.

and I know that we’ve both got two states of mind
and this time north amazed the south.
and I’m sure that it’s hard for us to sing
when we both got something stuck inside our throats.
thirty reasons.

// bosse. tanz mit mir.

komm schon und tanz mit mir.
lass doch den trübsinn hinter dir.
die band zieht sich aus für dich und du bewegst dich nicht.
was bringt dich aus dem takt? wer bricht in deine nacht?
zieh deine regenjacke aus!

// slow club. trophy room.

what I thought was the start became the end,
it turns out you just want to be my friend.
you turn to me and say,
"this was a nice holiday" (nooooo!)

// we were promised jetpacks. roll up your sleeves.

slower.
but I can wait this out.
forming an orderly queue
outside your house.
i'm not even kiddin'.
roll up your sleeves.

// tele. im radio.

ich denk' nicht mehr an früher,
weißt du, früher ist eine lüge.
ich lauf los.
die wege werden immer breiter
und ich gehe weiter,
bis ich da bin, wo ich mit dir nie war.

// venice is sinking. okay.

okay.

// emil bulls. when god was sleeping.

i'm sick and tired of your sleazy and shady campaigns
your dubious moves are driving me insane.
i know you know she knows your mommy knows
when god was sleeping you were spawned from hell.
i'll fuck you till you love me.

» mumford & sons. sigh mo more.

_________________________________________________________
» warenprobe.

// the dodos. fables.

we took today what we buried
you just hope to pass, thats why you hide it.
i held your weight, now it holds me
a cowards way to be inviolate.
i don't want to go in the fire,
i just want to stay in my home.
fables.

// hot gossip. everybody else.

everybody else.

// there will be fireworks. midfield maestro.

midfield maestro.

// biffy clyro. the captain.

help me be captain of
our crippled disguises.
i won't show what's underneath
it's time for surprises.
let's throw death away.

// niels frevert. baukran.

alles helle ist stumm
und hört den schritten zu
im treppenhaus, auf linoleum.
da fällt einem nichts zu ein
nur aus der jackentasche
der schlüsselbund, auf die fußmatte.

// cursive. let me up.

we're the salt of the earth
from a cell of the surf, this universe.
well let me up.
we don't exist. in an instant.
let me up.

// nils(niemand). schneller wirst du gehen.

und du wringst und wringst dein leeres hirn aus:
suchst die stimmung von gestern oder zumindest die melodie.
doch so sehr du auch schüttelst - es fällt nichts heraus.
sie schreien "der zug ist abgefahren!"
doch du sitzt drin, winkst aus dem fenster.
» (niemand).

// owen. good friends, bad habits.

good friends with bad habits
what am i to do?
they're literary romantics,
they fuck like wilde,
and indulge like hemingway.

// panther. birds that move.