Die Gedanken sind frei engl. translationDie Gedanken sind frei engl. translation4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The thoughts are free
Thoughts are free, who can guess them?
They flee by like nocturnal shadows.
No man can know them, no hunter can shoot them
with powder and lead: Thoughts are free!
I think what I want, and what delights me,
still always reticent, and as it is suitable.
My wish and desire, no one can deny me
and so it will always be: Thoughts are free!
And if I am thrown into the darkest dungeon,
all this would be futile work,
because my thoughts tear all gates
and walls apart: Thoughts are free!
So I will renounce my sorrows forever,
and never again will torture myself with whimsies.
In one's heart, one can always laugh and joke
and think at the same time: Thoughts are free!
I love wine, and my girl even more,
Only her I like best of all.
I'm not alone with my glass of wine,
my girl is with me: Thoughts are free!
HomecomingThe dead do not need a homecomingHomecoming4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
or an invitation -
they do not wait at the door
to be let in
or cross the threshold
with crossed fingers
and a prayer.
They do not wear their best clothes -
no poplin suits
or brocade skirts
to catch upon the lintels
or dust the marble floors.
They will not dine
upon your crusts
or marrow bones or salted eggs
nor steal the heavy coins
from out beneath the rugs .
They'll only tarry
in the hall
and make soft moan
amidst the wind
wondering why you turned
their faces to the wall
and put out
your best china.
Pilgrim of the Year to BeThe night was crisp, and Doctor Jazz was making his rounds again.Pilgrim of the Year to Be4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His first visit was to Mrs Madrigal at the far end of the valley. Her triplets were feverish, so he calmed and soothed them with the medicines in his little black bag until they fell into a rhythmic sleep. He left their worried mother with a chill pill and instructions to bring them to the surgery in the morning.
Back on the path, feet pumping, heart thumping, cane tapping, he scaled the ascent to Beggar's Farm, where Mr Williams was feeling crotchety. The problem was minor so his work was minimal and the visit brief.
He paused at the farm gates to enjoy the cooler breeze of the hilltop and watch the stars in their slow spiral dance. He patted the pockets of his long frock coat to locate his pipe, and smoked a bowl as he traced the dark line of the hills across the way and the yellow lights of the houses in the village below. A sheep bleated in a nearby field and he was content. Life in the valley was harmonious, a pasto
German History Deutsche GeschichteGerman History Deutsche Geschichte3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Die Geschichte der Deutschen - The history of the Germans
5000-4000 BC: Coming from the Caucasus mountains or South Russia, the Indogermanics conquer Europe. Later on they will split up in different tribes: Germanics, Celts, Slavs, Romanics, Greeks, Illyrians, Thracians, Baltics and some more in the middle east. The so called Aryans (old indogermanic for "noble") are also an indogermanic tribe and they conquered the middle east and most of India.
2000 BC: Germanics, Slavs and Celts have still a rather similar culture, they have nearly the same gods, languages and symbols. But soon they will develope own cultures.
1000 BC: The Germanics are now an own ethnicity, they live in South Scandinavia and North Germany. Greek and Roman writers will form the word "Germanen", which was actually the name of a rather small tribe. Ger = spear, Mann = man, the Men with spears.
They have a natural religion and believe in Gods like Odin, Thor, Freia, Baldur, Loki and in mytho
Edward Scissorhands - Pt 9Edward Scissorhands - Pt 95 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Nobody was looking at the dark and gabled silhouette on the hill overlooking the town at exactly twenty-two minutes to twelve that Saturday night. It was lucky that nobody had, or more than one of the townsfolk would have added a new chapter to the peculiar ghost story that had insidiously circulated throughout the town over the decades, permeating the life of each and every inhabitant. For one brief instant, every single light in the place had flared on, crowning the whole hill with a blaze of glory.
The man with the scissors for hands had indeed discovered the electricity junction box.
Edward was lying flat on his back, hair alight with blue sparks, eyes rolling back in his head under the pale eyelids, almost out of their sockets. A faint curl of smoke drifted lazily up from the scorched black leather rags that swathed the prone form, and a smell of burning plastic hung in the air. It wasn't the first time and it certain
lost memories between the sofa cushionsi found the lost boys under the sink again,lost memories between the sofa cushions2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
their eyes boring as dark as a stygian night.
black ink tallies were scrawled on their arms --
an imaginary clock ticking life away in place
of the years they weren’t growing.
they reach their hands out to me,
beckoning, whispering the mantra
“be our mother again, again, again...”
but it was your words that echoed in my mind:
even pixie dust isn’t strong enough
to help me fly anymore.
BeautyI was born with porcelain skin.Beauty5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(too pale for peoples fitting)
I was born with long, thick, golden hair.
(Jealously burns inside of them)
I was born with crystal blue green eyes.
(Their comments are unnecessary)
I was born with aesthetic curves.
("Fat" "big" is what they thought)
I was born with a wise mind and childlike soul.
("Weird" is what they called me)
I was born ugly.
CheerI'm living my life as if it's the last moment I have.Cheer3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who knows, maybe I'll make it.
Maybe I won't.
Taking life for granted.
I just did what made me happy.
Then everything changed.
When I couldn't even be me anymore.
I was someone that I didn't even know who.
I just had to break free.
And it lead me to where I am today.
So Ivy, cheer up. You might have fallen,
but there are always people to lend you a hand to help you get right back up.
How Do You Do It?"John! Come help me!"How Do You Do It?4 years ago in Drama More Like This
John jumped up, his mop flopping gently as he did. "Paul? Where are you lad?"
"In here!" he yelled again from the living room. John walked in, finding that Paul and George were lying on the floor thumb-wrestling.
He crossed his arms and chuckled gently. He leaned against the doorway and said, "What do you need help with, Paul?"
"This bloke keeps cheating on me!" Paul complained. George grinned and said quietly, "It's not my fault if playing a guitar every day gives me quick fingers."
As John watched, George pressed his thumb down and beat Paul again.
"Johnnie, he's cheating!" Paul whined almost childishly. John smiled and said, "No, he isn't. Least you don't have to play cards with Ringo. He's a bloody cheater."
"Am not!" Ringo protested. He walked up to lean in the doorway next to John. He grinned at the older man and said smugly, "You're just a horrible card player!"
John grinned back at him. Suddenly he said, "What do you lads say to going out to the park for a
I Need You, Ch. 3I Need You, Ch. 34 years ago in Romance More Like This
George wasn't the only one awake that night.
Ringo gazed up at the dark ceiling. Funny that he couldn't sleep now - he'd felt exhausted all day. He still was now, as a matter of fact. But something, something niggling at the back of his mind, wouldn't let him sleep.
Ugh, ugh, ugh. George. Stupid gay George. If George hadn't been such a massive queer and decided to kiss Ringo all of a sudden, he wouldn't be lying awake now, wracked with guilt and confusion and - it was no use blaming George, was it? Ringo was the one who had overreacted, after all.
But then how was he supposed to react to being kissed by a bloke? It wasn't as if they taught it in school (and even if they did, Ringo would probably have been off ill that day anyway). So, there wasn't really any reason for him to feel so - whatever this was - over the whole incident. Girls wer
Confessions Chapter 3The press conference seemed to drag on for hours, reporters asking endless amounts of questions that didn't seem to reach John's ears. He had more important things to think about than how they had decided what would be the album cover of A Hard Day's Night.Confessions Chapter 34 years ago in Romance More Like This
Beautiful, precious Paul whose hand was entwined with John's tightly, under the table they were sitting at, where no one would see.
John slowly rubbed his thumb up and down Paul's hand, soothing and comforting him, telling him they'd be home soon enough.
"Do any of the rest of you have any plans to settle down?" One reporter asked.
"I haven't got any" Paul announced, squeezing John's hand softly and reassuringly.
"Ringo and I are getting married" George replied.
"Oh? To Whom?" Ringo asked curiously.
"To each other. But that's a thing you'd better keep a secret" George said.
"You better not tell anybody" Ringo told the reporter.
John smiled. Not just at the joke but also at how smoothly things were going. No suspicions at
Confessions Chapter 2"P-Paul, I just had to tell you . I had too. Me and George were crossing the street and a car almost ran me over, and I couldn't help but think that if I had really died there, I would have never told you how I felt. You would never know. And I couldn't bare to think that, I might have not had the guts to say it before, but now I know I needed to tell you. I don't want to die without you knowing it. And I don't expect you to feel the same way, you probably think that I'm a fucking poofter, and you're disgusted at me, I had to tell you. I just-"Confessions Chapter 24 years ago in Romance More Like This
And then Paul leaned in and kissed him.
John's eyes widened, but slowly, as Paul reached up his hand and rested it on John's cheek, John closed his eyes and deepened the kiss.
Not caring anymore what Paul thought, John let the tears come out of his eyes and stream down his face, not just tears of happiness, but tears of relief.
He had finally said it. He finally told Paul McCartney he loved him.
Paul pulled John in closer, with both hands now on
Hello, Goodbye"Paul!" I screamed, my voice rasping sorely. It hurt endlessly to scream, but I couldn't stop. I kept banging my fist against the window, trying to get a response from the bloody mess inside. A few policemen came up, and one said gently to me, "Back up, Lennon."Hello, Goodbye4 years ago in Drama More Like This
"No!" I screamed back, twisting. He grabbed my arm, and started pulling me away.
"I don't want to leave him there!" My voice hissed near the end, and everything started blurring through the angry tears forming in my eyes.
"Calm down." a voice said. I couldn't tell where it came from. But I didn't stop fighting, even as more policemen started dragging me back. I could feel the thousands of pairs of eyes on me as I was pulled back, twisting and screaming. I didn't care though. I kept screaming, "Wake up! Paul, stay, please!" My voice broke sporadically throughout as the shattered car was pulled out of sight.
* * *
I sat up, straight as a board. I quickly wiped away a few tears from my eyes, realizing I must have been crying i
Skinny DippingSlumping in his chair, Ringo glanced around the hotel room sadly. He and George were the only ones there, being that Paul and John decided to go for a few drinks. He was bored. Very, very bored.Skinny Dipping4 years ago in Humor More Like This
"George, you sure there's nothin' to do?"
The guitarist grunted, kicking his feet up on the end up the couch he'd claimed for himself, "We've done it all three times. There's really nothin' left."
The older sighed, moving to lay beside his boyfriend. George was right, of course. They'd all ready played poker and checkers, all ready tried to write a new song together, and all ready polished off the last of the ice cream. There was, quite literally, nothing to fucking do.
Until Ringo got a devious little idea. He smirked just thinking about it.
"What's that look for, then?" George quirked one of his bushy eyebrows at the drummer he adored, "You've got that plotting face on, y'know."
Ringo turned to look at the younger, chuckling, "I thought of something to do. Let's go skinny dipping."
I want to hold Paul's handPaul McCartney had some work to do at Abbey Road Studios with Brian Epstein, when suddenly, the phone from the studio rang and Brian answered it, "Yeah? No, no, Paul is busy right now Is it really important? Well, ok George, make it quick."I want to hold Paul's hand4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Beatles' manager handed the phone to Paul, "It's George. Be quick, we have work to do."
"Come right now to the hospital."
"The hospital? What the hell happened?"
"Your stupid boyfriend has been feeling sick all morning, then he fainted and "
"JOHN FAINTED? IS HE OK? POOR BABY "
"He's fine, but the doctor says they need to examine his blood, but he's fucking scared of syringes. I can't believe it, he's crying like a bloody baby."
"Poor little thing "
"NO! He's big enough; he's always giving the impression of the fearless Beatle, but can't handle a fucking syringe? He's crying saying he won't let anybody take his blood out if you're not here. So you better get going."
"I can't go now I'm busy y'know But t
Online"I have a problem."Online4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"You always were a worrier."
"Don't you want to know what it is?"
"Not if it's going to worry me as well."
"That's precisely why you should know it."
"I really think I'll pass."
"But this time it's a really big deal."
"Oh for the love of- All right. All right. You win. What is it?"
"What did you think the first time you met me?"
"That's not a problem, that's a question."
"How am I supposed to answer it exactly?"
"I don't know if your mother explained this to you, but all you have to do is open your mouth and words-"
"Shut it, smart ass."
"Then answer the question."
"I thought you were beautiful."
"See, now that's impossible."
"And why is that?"
"Because the first time you met me, it was online."
"It wasn't your face I was calling beautiful. It was your anonymity in your words."
"What does that mean?"
"It means that in the vast abyss of the seas that form a web of people, you were the one who sat alone in a life broke
With A Little Help From My Friends Chp. 2Ringo blinked at them, trying to clear his vision. "I'm fine, guys." 'I think,' he added silently to himself.With A Little Help From My Friends Chp. 24 years ago in Drama More Like This
George frowned at him. "Are you? Seriously, you look like you're going to either pass out or throw up."
Ringo waved his hand, irritated. "Guys, I'm fine. Now just finish the bloody rhythms, already."
John frowned at 'bloody rhythms', but bent his head to look back down at the chords George was writing out. "What's that squiggle?" he asked, pointing to one.
George rolled his eyes and momentarily paused to look at him. He tapped his finger on the paper and hummed, "Go put your glasses on so you can read the so-called squiggle."
John reached up and pulled them off the table next to him, slipping them on. The black inky blurs on the page suddenly broadened, cleared.
Ringo quietly tapped out a small beat on his drums, trying to clear his head. What was wrong with him now? Without warning, a sudden splash of dizziness came over him. He nearly fell off his stool, but managed to grab t
The Last WordsThe Last Words4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"W-what?" Paul asked, shaking his head at the nonsense that Ringo was telling him. "He's in the hospital, almost dead. If not, no longer living at all." Ringo gravely repeated over the phone. Paul clutched his heart, and ran to grab the keys to his car, but not before murmuring a quick,"Bye," to Ringo and hanging up the phone.
He started the vehicle, and climbed in the drivers seat. Paul drove way over the speed limit, as tears flowed out of the his doe eyes. He finally made it to the airport, and he rushed inside.
"One ticket to New York?" He asked the lady at the counter. She shook her head, and he screeched," BUT I'M PAUL FUCKING MCCARTNEY! MY BEST FRIEND IS DYING AS WE SPEAK!" She cowered at his lashing out, and handed him a first class ticket. "Thanks," Paul grinned. "How much?" He asked her, pulling out his wallet.
"Nothing, just go." She calmly replied. Paul took off at those words, running down the terminal."And write a song about me!" She called as the bassist turned the corne
I've Just Seen A FaceHe sighed, sprawled on the couch. He reached out for a fluffy pillow, cuddling it under his stomach.I've Just Seen A Face4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I didn't stop playing. The poignant sounds of the piano that normally cheered him up now just seemed to irritate him, especially whenever I screwed something up from my anxiety.
After the seventh time I did, he finally lifted his head. "Can you just stop?" he snapped.
I did for a minute, caught off guard. My fingers jumped, breaking the complete rhythm of the notes as easily as a mistake on the keys themselves. "You never usually want the sound of a piano to stop." I said hesitantly. I set my fingers against the keys, but didn't play. He buried his face in the pillow again.
"Yeah, well...." He didn't bother finishing. I already knew the answer.
I played a quick riff, pleased when I finally did it right. He flipped onto his back. Normally his big dark eyes were sparkling and charming. Today they were more like black holes, sucking in whatever happiness managed to bring itself in. Instead
Mother Nature's Son Chp. 2George shivered, twisting onto his side. With John's warm body next to him, the fright was under control.Mother Nature's Son Chp. 24 years ago in Drama More Like This
He hugged himself in the darkness, clenching his jaw. He tried to stretch his body, make himself comfortable.
The sigh in the darkness made him flinch. "You are a restless sleeper, aren't you?"
George chuckled quietly, but it sounded way too tense. His teeth chattering slightly didn't much help either. "Nah. Just...trying to get comfortable."
"Well go to sleep," John snapped lightly. "I can't while your moving around like that."
George didn't answer.
Dark, dark, dark....did something just move? A stab of fear rushed through his chest, until he convinced himself it was nothing.
Wait! Something over there?
He blinked, then squeezed his eyes shut as John turned the light back on. He sat up and squinted at him.
John crossed his arms, looking exasperatedly at the younger man. "Okay, George. What do I need to do to make you actually sleep?"
George's shoulders scrunched, his dark
Distractions, Distractions....Paul walked around, straightening out the pillows on the couch and the blankets draped over them. John watched him from his perch on the armrest, amused. "You really think it's that bad in here, huh?" he remarked, taking a pull on the cigarette in his hand.Distractions, Distractions....4 years ago in Comedy More Like This
"It's filthy!" Paul looked up at him, pausing for a moment in the middle of dusting the coffee table. "Why didn't you let me clean this before?"
"Because I knew you'd go crazy at it." John raised an eyebrow as he knelt down to pull fur from under the couch. "Let it go, Paul."
"Yeah, that isn't going to happen." Paul laughed. He stood up and walked primly to the garbage, dropping it in with a small flourish.
"And you say you don't act like a bird."
Paul rolled his dark eyes, hoping John couldn't see the red flush deepening his pale skin. "I don't. You all just insist I do." He walked back over to the table, wiping some extra dust off the top.
"You ever wonder why?" He took another pull, his eyes momentarily distracted as P
Yes It Is"Paul?"Yes It Is4 years ago in Drama More Like This
The younger Beatle squeezed his eyes shut tighter, not wanting to be disturbed at this moment. But John kept shaking his shoulder. "Paul? I know you're awake."
Despite this, Paul kept playing dumb. Eventually John sighed and laid back down, pulling him a bit closer. Paul smiled and almost fell back asleep when John asked something that made his eyes fly open.
"Do you love me, Paul?"
Paul sat up, tangled in sheets and blankets. He felt his dark hair, all messed up and spiky. John flicked on the lamp. His light brown mop was the same, and his dark eyes were curious.
"Do I love you?" Paul repeated, stalling. John nodded. "I don't know, it's just....we've kissed, we're a couple, and yet....we've never said, 'I love you', to each other."
Paul blinked his doe-eyes, and John almost smiled. The eyes fit the image perfectly, with the surprised expression of being caught off guard.
"I-I'd have to think about it, John." he said, hesitating. "I mean, it's not something you say to everyone.
Stepped All OverPaul was known for being an optimist. There was almost no situation he couldn't turn around with a little bit of positive thinking. Every day was just as wonderful as the lastevery experience refreshing as the first. He couldn't help it, he was just born that way.Stepped All Over5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As a result of optimal optimism, Paul was having a great morning. It started off with rolling out of bed around 10:30, well rested and ready to start a lazy day. From there he took a long, warm, relaxing shower and hopped out near a half-hour later and dressed in a pair of slacks, a clean white shirt, and one of his many awful sweater-vests. Dancing as he prepared for heading to the studio, the bassist found his wallet and flagged down a taxi once he was outside.
Ringo and George had called his apartment sometime between waking up and showering to inform him that they probably wouldn't be able to make it because George had caught a bad cold and Ringo was determined to stay with him through it. Despite how convincing the
I Need You, Ch. 5The first thing Ringo thought of when he woke up was George.I Need You, Ch. 54 years ago in Romance More Like This
The second was that his left arm really, really hurt.
"J-John? Could ye just -"
John turned over in his sleep. "Piss offffff."
"C'mon, John, you're on me arm ..."
Ringo tugged at his throbbing arm desperately, trying to shift John - and in the process waking him with a start. "Christ, Ringo, did ye have to do that?"
"Sorry, John - but you're still -"
"Right, right." He sat up, finally freeing Ringo's arm, then he blinked in surprise. "Why am I in yer bed?"
Ringo rubbed his arm. "Dunno, you tell me."
"Blimey, I hope we didn't do anything queer," John giggled. At the sight of Ringo's wide-eyed look of horror, however, he furrowed his brow. "Nah, I remember, I think. You were - talkin' in your sleep. So I sat with you a bit, tryin' to shut you up - and I s'pose I fell asleep on yer arm."
"On me arm."
"On yer arm."