<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18732174</id><updated>2011-11-13T21:58:07.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloodmoon</title><subtitle type='html'>Blutmond brenn deine Silloutte in mein Herz,
Blutmond mein unvergessener Schmerz.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blutmond.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18732174/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blutmond.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bloodmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18390364125635542036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.ackland.org/tours/imagesdr/blake1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18732174.post-113682650980117033</id><published>2006-01-09T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T09:08:29.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A love Song never matter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We're walkin' down a lonely bay&lt;br /&gt;we don't have something to say&lt;br /&gt;we understand each other full&lt;br /&gt;there is nobody who has to rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres nothing to do, nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;the key to my heart&lt;br /&gt;you saved deep in yours&lt;br /&gt;and all my promises come true&lt;br /&gt;in my heart is a holy glue&lt;br /&gt;that will burn a love again&lt;br /&gt;my only, my holy friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A love song never matter&lt;br /&gt;if you're dreams were shattered&lt;br /&gt;I found my hope behind your eyes&lt;br /&gt;cause God don't carry me to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tink of you everyday and every hour&lt;br /&gt;you, honest girl will bloom like a flower&lt;br /&gt;you can't imagine what you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;just you can imagine what i really could be&lt;br /&gt;a lover, a father, a good man&lt;br /&gt;thats everything that i can&lt;br /&gt;when you're around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're next to my side&lt;br /&gt;You're my hope and my pride&lt;br /&gt;you're my lonely suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A love song never matter&lt;br /&gt;if you're dreams were shattered&lt;br /&gt;I found my hope behind your eyes&lt;br /&gt;cause God don't carry me to heaven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18732174-113682650980117033?l=blutmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blutmond.blogspot.com/feeds/113682650980117033/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18732174&amp;postID=113682650980117033' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18732174/posts/default/113682650980117033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18732174/posts/default/113682650980117033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blutmond.blogspot.com/2006/01/love-song-never-matter-were-walkin.html' title=''/><author><name>Bloodmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18390364125635542036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.ackland.org/tours/imagesdr/blake1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18732174.post-113673439135666201</id><published>2006-01-08T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T07:33:11.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Son of a Beatnik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh this time was never mine,&lt;br /&gt;in this time I can't be fine.&lt;br /&gt;It's waste of time to stay on earth,&lt;br /&gt;it was a waste of time since my birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've grown up in a strange world&lt;br /&gt;a world that cuts me like a sword.&lt;br /&gt;I've never been a good student&lt;br /&gt;cause there were always other things&lt;br /&gt;on which my time was spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Tell my where's all the time gone?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where did all my friends run?&lt;br /&gt;I'm a looser, a liar, a burning desire!&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fighter, a friar, an deep burning fire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm not Lennon, I'm not Dylan,&lt;br /&gt;some say I'm a fucking villain!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not Marx and I'm not Kerouac&lt;br /&gt;some say my soul is dark black!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My poems are written&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i'm still no kitten.&lt;br /&gt;My words should burn&lt;br /&gt;deep into your brain.&lt;br /&gt;There's no way to return&lt;br /&gt;and so your thoughts will stain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Tell my where's all the time gone?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where did all my friends run?&lt;br /&gt;I'm a looser, a liar, a burning desire!&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fighter, a friar, an deep burning fire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm a poet of the night&lt;br /&gt;I dream of sweet delight.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a warrior without his wars&lt;br /&gt;but believe me, forever I am yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tell me who are you?&lt;br /&gt;tell me where i'll find you?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how long do i have to wait?&lt;br /&gt;Till i can sleep within your shade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18732174-113673439135666201?l=blutmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blutmond.blogspot.com/feeds/113673439135666201/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18732174&amp;postID=113673439135666201' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18732174/posts/default/113673439135666201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18732174/posts/default/113673439135666201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blutmond.blogspot.com/2006/01/son-of-beatnik-oh-this-time-was-never.html' title=''/><author><name>Bloodmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18390364125635542036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.ackland.org/tours/imagesdr/blake1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18732174.post-113673404853410387</id><published>2006-01-08T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T07:27:28.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Engel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mein Engel ich liebe es wenn du zu mir sprichst,&lt;br /&gt;wenn du nahe an meiner Seite bist.&lt;br /&gt;In die Sterne möchte ich deinen Namen schreiben,&lt;br /&gt;mit niemand auf dieser Welt möchte ich dich teilen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warum hören Engel nicht,&lt;br /&gt;wenn ein Sterblicher spricht?&lt;br /&gt;Warum sehen Engel nicht,&lt;br /&gt;wenn ich blicke in ihr Licht?&lt;br /&gt;Warum sprechen Engel nicht&lt;br /&gt;heute ihr Gericht über mich?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich möchte nahe bei dir liegen um dein Herz zu hören&lt;br /&gt;die Welt ausschliessen um deinen Frieden nicht zu stören&lt;br /&gt;Ich will dein Pol der Ruhe sein, in dieser Welt voll Trug und Schein!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich will dir Kraft geben in Stunden der Ängste und Sorgen,&lt;br /&gt;die Welt ausschliessen bis zum nächsten Morgen.&lt;br /&gt;Ich will dir Hoffnung schenken, und einmal nicht an Morgen denken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warum hören Engel nicht,&lt;br /&gt;wenn ein Sterblicher spricht?&lt;br /&gt;Warum sehen Engel nicht,&lt;br /&gt;wenn ich blicke in ihr Licht?&lt;br /&gt;Warum sprechen Engel nicht&lt;br /&gt;heute ihr Gericht über mich?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18732174-113673404853410387?l=blutmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blutmond.blogspot.com/feeds/113673404853410387/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18732174&amp;postID=113673404853410387' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18732174/posts/default/113673404853410387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18732174/posts/default/113673404853410387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blutmond.blogspot.com/2006/01/engel-mein-engel-ich-liebe-es-wenn-du.html' title=''/><author><name>Bloodmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18390364125635542036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.ackland.org/tours/imagesdr/blake1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18732174.post-113673396292490838</id><published>2006-01-08T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T07:26:02.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Free my Soul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In days back in the past we had sung for liberty&lt;br /&gt;it was these days we weren't born to be free.&lt;br /&gt;For unity, for liberty, one day we will be&lt;br /&gt;and than the whole world will see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are no born strangers anymore&lt;br /&gt;we will never lay down on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;We stand with honor and with pride&lt;br /&gt;we stay togheter side on side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't spoke with a liar tounge&lt;br /&gt;my feelings for you weren't wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Someday you will understand&lt;br /&gt;that my death will not be an end.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its an new beginning for you&lt;br /&gt;for you the sky will be more blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its my destiny, to give my soul free.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about me, i am everything i want.&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to imitate another ones life&lt;br /&gt;life your owns you're born to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18732174-113673396292490838?l=blutmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blutmond.blogspot.com/feeds/113673396292490838/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18732174&amp;postID=113673396292490838' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18732174/posts/default/113673396292490838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18732174/posts/default/113673396292490838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blutmond.blogspot.com/2006/01/free-my-soul-in-days-back-in-past-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Bloodmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18390364125635542036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.ackland.org/tours/imagesdr/blake1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18732174.post-113673381519133366</id><published>2006-01-08T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T07:23:35.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Die Pforte zur Wahrheit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verbannt in den untersten Kreis der Hölle&lt;br /&gt;Drachenmenschen nagen an meinem Herzen&lt;br /&gt;ein dunkler Ort ist diese Hölle meines Geistes&lt;br /&gt;nirgends sonst fühlst du diese Schmerzen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Der Schmerz in meiner Hand ist längst verflogen&lt;br /&gt;als du mir deine zarte Hand gabst, sie brannte wie Feuer.&lt;br /&gt;Mein Herz das ich dir geben wollte hast du mir entzogen&lt;br /&gt;und es verschlungen wie ein herzloses Ungeheuer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doch hinter all den Masken der Angst&lt;br /&gt;verbirgt sich meist ein anderes Wesen&lt;br /&gt;das Wesen das du einst erlangst&lt;br /&gt;glaub mir ich kann es in deinen Augen lesen&lt;br /&gt;wird der Menscheit nach deinem scheiden sehr fehlen&lt;br /&gt;und ein Klagen wird sich erheben aus tausend Kehlen.&lt;br /&gt;Der Schrei wird abklingen zu einem wimmerndem Klagen&lt;br /&gt;so als wenn Milliarden selber in Einsamkeit starben!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die Pforte zur Wahrheit sieh dort sie öffnet sich&lt;br /&gt;geh hindurch und all deine Sünden werden vergeben&lt;br /&gt;hinter dieser Tür wirst du Sie finden&lt;br /&gt;Die Abbilder der Menschheit&lt;br /&gt;in aller ihrer Reinheit&lt;br /&gt;in all ihrer Seligkeit&lt;br /&gt;in all ihrer Freiheit&lt;br /&gt;bis in alle Ewigkeit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18732174-113673381519133366?l=blutmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blutmond.blogspot.com/feeds/113673381519133366/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18732174&amp;postID=113673381519133366' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18732174/posts/default/113673381519133366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18732174/posts/default/113673381519133366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blutmond.blogspot.com/2006/01/die-pforte-zur-wahrheit-verbannt-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Bloodmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18390364125635542036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.ackland.org/tours/imagesdr/blake1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18732174.post-113258282453835805</id><published>2005-11-21T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T06:20:24.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Infinity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs that were listened from day to night&lt;br /&gt;are saved forever in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;I am bored off sweet delight&lt;br /&gt;my life could be an endless fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get on up for an ride&lt;br /&gt;we're always feel that pride.&lt;br /&gt;we're always on the run&lt;br /&gt;Get on up and for some fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing through an summer rain at night&lt;br /&gt;feel your friends next to your side.&lt;br /&gt;Dancing till the dawn show his face&lt;br /&gt;hear the sound of birds in spring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doors of perception are cleansed&lt;br /&gt;you can see into Infinity&lt;br /&gt;look beyond and you can see&lt;br /&gt;a lonely person perhaps it's me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get on up for an ride&lt;br /&gt;we're always feel that pride.&lt;br /&gt;we're always on the run&lt;br /&gt;Get on up and for some fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take an short look into infinity&lt;br /&gt;look what answers there might be&lt;br /&gt;The Answers to your Questions&lt;br /&gt;that i could never give you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am bored off this sweet delight&lt;br /&gt;my life could be an endless fight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18732174-113258282453835805?l=blutmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blutmond.blogspot.com/feeds/113258282453835805/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18732174&amp;postID=113258282453835805' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18732174/posts/default/113258282453835805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18732174/posts/default/113258282453835805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blutmond.blogspot.com/2005/11/infinity-songs-that-were-listened-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Bloodmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18390364125635542036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.ackland.org/tours/imagesdr/blake1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18732174.post-113258266576815804</id><published>2005-11-21T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T06:17:45.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vietnam War Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wind from north doesn't reach the south&lt;br /&gt;a scream of pain from thousand mouths&lt;br /&gt;We're sittin' on our own&lt;br /&gt;think about the young men gone&lt;br /&gt;they send them off to vietnam&lt;br /&gt;where did all the young men gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm standin' here without my shoes&lt;br /&gt;play the guitar sing the blues!&lt;br /&gt;The years are goin' by&lt;br /&gt;why should all the young men die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my Vietnam War Song.&lt;br /&gt;Go on home, young men, go on home!&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing left to fight&lt;br /&gt;nothing left in the endless wide.&lt;br /&gt;I hear the Hell-Copter over my head&lt;br /&gt;they fly away and leave the Dead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They send them of to Hue City&lt;br /&gt;the city isn't very pretty.&lt;br /&gt;They send them of to My Lai&lt;br /&gt;the place where hundreds of people die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children cryin', mothers raped&lt;br /&gt;the veterans are born to fade.&lt;br /&gt;The pictures they see at night, at day&lt;br /&gt;are fixed, will never go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They gone as young, and came as old.&lt;br /&gt;The world around is grey and cold.&lt;br /&gt;More than 50.000 Soldiers died,&lt;br /&gt;but politicians shining bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my Vietnam War Song.&lt;br /&gt;Go on home, young men, go on home!&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing left to fight&lt;br /&gt;nothing left in the endless wide.&lt;br /&gt;I hear the Hell-Copter over my head&lt;br /&gt;they fly away and leave the Dead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18732174-113258266576815804?l=blutmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blutmond.blogspot.com/feeds/113258266576815804/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18732174&amp;postID=113258266576815804' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18732174/posts/default/113258266576815804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18732174/posts/default/113258266576815804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blutmond.blogspot.com/2005/11/vietnam-war-song-wind-from-north.html' title=''/><author><name>Bloodmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18390364125635542036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.ackland.org/tours/imagesdr/blake1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18732174.post-113258243171812841</id><published>2005-11-21T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T06:13:51.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We're Not All The Same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a big storm in my brain&lt;br /&gt;I feel the blood is floating in my vein.&lt;br /&gt;Alcohol resets my mind&lt;br /&gt;there are thoughts i'll never find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey we're not all the same,&lt;br /&gt;some are born in endless shame.&lt;br /&gt;Some are born to greatest fame,&lt;br /&gt;the rest who stay the endless blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weeks in school are going by&lt;br /&gt;the weekends are boring i don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;but every morning i get up again&lt;br /&gt;i hope to find a better friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey we're not all the same,&lt;br /&gt;some are born in endless shame.&lt;br /&gt;Some are born to greatest fame,&lt;br /&gt;the rest who stay the endless blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Spirit grows every night&lt;br /&gt;but i try to hide, i am such a fright.&lt;br /&gt;Take a dance on the razorblade&lt;br /&gt;some like me are born to fade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18732174-113258243171812841?l=blutmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blutmond.blogspot.com/feeds/113258243171812841/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18732174&amp;postID=113258243171812841' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18732174/posts/default/113258243171812841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18732174/posts/default/113258243171812841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blutmond.blogspot.com/2005/11/were-not-all-same-theres-big-storm-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Bloodmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18390364125635542036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.ackland.org/tours/imagesdr/blake1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18732174.post-113258234049222657</id><published>2005-11-21T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T06:12:20.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dust of Death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take you time to think a bit&lt;br /&gt;think about of all this shit&lt;br /&gt;Take you time and drink some wine&lt;br /&gt;everythings better than this time.&lt;br /&gt;Thats not the time go down, to sink&lt;br /&gt;thats the time for another drink&lt;br /&gt;beam me up in another world&lt;br /&gt;walkin on from court to court&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ring the bell&lt;br /&gt;the bell to hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you searching for democracy?&lt;br /&gt;Turn right, there's the cemetery.&lt;br /&gt;Take care of the undertaker&lt;br /&gt;believe me he's an old faker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fathers and Sons they all have to die&lt;br /&gt;democracy don't ask the question why!&lt;br /&gt;Thatcher, Blair look here we are&lt;br /&gt;believe us we're not that far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The war goes on and people die&lt;br /&gt;mothers can you hear your children cry&lt;br /&gt;The Dust of death through Belfasts streets&lt;br /&gt;brothers and sisters gone away&lt;br /&gt;but we're still frightened anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't just fight on the street&lt;br /&gt;in prison our people are beaten.&lt;br /&gt;In Hunger they get new power&lt;br /&gt;but they will never see a flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't breath because of all the dust&lt;br /&gt;brains in westminster have to be full of rust&lt;br /&gt;A Backpack on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;walking down the Downing Street&lt;br /&gt;at 10 there'll be a great heat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18732174-113258234049222657?l=blutmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blutmond.blogspot.com/feeds/113258234049222657/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18732174&amp;postID=113258234049222657' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18732174/posts/default/113258234049222657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18732174/posts/default/113258234049222657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blutmond.blogspot.com/2005/11/dust-of-death-take-you-time-to-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Bloodmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18390364125635542036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.ackland.org/tours/imagesdr/blake1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18732174.post-113216363066853225</id><published>2005-11-16T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T09:53:50.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wärme und Kälte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meine Sinne sind umnachet&lt;br /&gt;doch auch dessen ungeachtet&lt;br /&gt;sehe ich das was ich nicht sehen bestimmt war&lt;br /&gt;ich sehe es als einziges deutlich und klar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gestern saßt du nah bei mir,&lt;br /&gt;fühlte die Wärme deines Körpers&lt;br /&gt;und heute stehe ich fern von dir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ein kalter Wind weht aus Richtung Westen!&lt;br /&gt;Ich werde erschüttert in meinen Grundfesten!&lt;br /&gt;Dunkelheit greift nach mir mit kalten Krallen&lt;br /&gt;doch noch tiefer kann ich nicht fallen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wärme und Kälte,&lt;br /&gt;Liebe und Hass&lt;br /&gt;Leben heißt Leiden,&lt;br /&gt;ein bodenloses Fass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Der Abendstern langsam verglüht&lt;br /&gt;hab ich mich zu wenig bemüht&lt;br /&gt;dein Herz zu gewinnen&lt;br /&gt;meinem Leiden entrinnen&lt;br /&gt;doch am Ende weiter zu schwinden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dein Gesicht vor meinem Auge&lt;br /&gt;zerfällt langsam zu schimmerndem Staube&lt;br /&gt;es schimmert noch ein wenig nach&lt;br /&gt;bis es in sich selbst zerbrach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wärme und Kälte,&lt;br /&gt;Liebe und Hass&lt;br /&gt;Leben heißt Leiden,&lt;br /&gt;ein bodenloses Fass!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18732174-113216363066853225?l=blutmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blutmond.blogspot.com/feeds/113216363066853225/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18732174&amp;postID=113216363066853225' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18732174/posts/default/113216363066853225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18732174/posts/default/113216363066853225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blutmond.blogspot.com/2005/11/wrme-und-klte-meine-sinne-sind.html' title=''/><author><name>Bloodmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18390364125635542036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.ackland.org/tours/imagesdr/blake1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18732174.post-113216337540854617</id><published>2005-11-16T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T09:49:35.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangers To Humanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Ma'am i have to be like a dead man&lt;br /&gt;cause that's everything that i can.&lt;br /&gt;Yes Ma'am thats all that i can be for you&lt;br /&gt;cause you are to good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mindless we go through this world&lt;br /&gt;Why do we do what we do?&lt;br /&gt;We swimming in a lake of pain.&lt;br /&gt;Why do we do what we do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There comes a time we will call our own&lt;br /&gt;thats the time she will call me on my phone&lt;br /&gt;but till this time comes we will be&lt;br /&gt;strangers to humanity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mindless fighter out on the hill&lt;br /&gt;why do they children kill?&lt;br /&gt;We're walking down some lonely roads&lt;br /&gt;wearing some old Army coats.&lt;br /&gt;A Patch of Peace is on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;but till we'll find peace we'll be so much older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mindless we go through this world&lt;br /&gt;Why do we do what we do?&lt;br /&gt;We swimming in a lake of pain.&lt;br /&gt;Why do we do what we do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18732174-113216337540854617?l=blutmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blutmond.blogspot.com/feeds/113216337540854617/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18732174&amp;postID=113216337540854617' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18732174/posts/default/113216337540854617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18732174/posts/default/113216337540854617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blutmond.blogspot.com/2005/11/strangers-to-humanity-yes-maam-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Bloodmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18390364125635542036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.ackland.org/tours/imagesdr/blake1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18732174.post-113146648946653995</id><published>2005-11-08T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T08:14:49.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;     Every night and every morn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;     Some to misery are born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;     Every morn and every night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;     Some are born to sweet delight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;     Some are born to sweet delight,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;     Some are born to endless night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zitat: William Blake (Auguries of Innocence)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18732174-113146648946653995?l=blutmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blutmond.blogspot.com/feeds/113146648946653995/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18732174&amp;postID=113146648946653995' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18732174/posts/default/113146648946653995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18732174/posts/default/113146648946653995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blutmond.blogspot.com/2005/11/every-night-and-every-morn-some-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Bloodmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18390364125635542036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.ackland.org/tours/imagesdr/blake1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18732174.post-113138528278429024</id><published>2005-11-07T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T09:41:22.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Never Ending One...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're lonely and you begin to think&lt;br /&gt;you'll fast realize that you're fade away&lt;br /&gt;you drift into other worlds free of pain and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;and i wait and stay till tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;I wanna fly away like birds in the winter&lt;br /&gt;in my mind there's a big splitter&lt;br /&gt;it burns in my brain, my soul, my flesh&lt;br /&gt;i feel like sittin in Long Kesh.&lt;br /&gt;The dreams were shattered on the rock of reality&lt;br /&gt;cause your love hurts really brutally!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the world has decided to left us in pain&lt;br /&gt;maybe we're all in same, dancing in the summer rain&lt;br /&gt;Stormy nights, voices call me through the wind&lt;br /&gt;i've watched the full moon at midnight&lt;br /&gt;he was shining friendly so kind.&lt;br /&gt;The voices told me of older times&lt;br /&gt;now i'm sittin here and think of good rhymes.&lt;br /&gt;To tell the stories that brother wind had told me&lt;br /&gt;this stories for people who want to be free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Sister the rain is a quite good wizard&lt;br /&gt;did you ever listen to the lizard?&lt;br /&gt;The lizard king died, his poems life on&lt;br /&gt;i lay in my bed and listen to it till it dawn!&lt;br /&gt;I try to be a poor imitation of the lizard king&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i think it would be the greatest thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people in this world which belong to other side&lt;br /&gt;we just can stay one moment than we have go on&lt;br /&gt;we have to go on for the magical the ride&lt;br /&gt;till we found what we've lost and once had won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we look fearless&lt;br /&gt;cause we try to impress&lt;br /&gt;but believe me my dear&lt;br /&gt;we are full of fear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18732174-113138528278429024?l=blutmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blutmond.blogspot.com/feeds/113138528278429024/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18732174&amp;postID=113138528278429024' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18732174/posts/default/113138528278429024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18732174/posts/default/113138528278429024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blutmond.blogspot.com/2005/11/never-ending-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Bloodmoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18390364125635542036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.ackland.org/tours/imagesdr/blake1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18732174.post-113138371009201915</id><published>2005-11-07T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T09:15:10.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;High Noon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;In front of the world the world we'll dance through the night&lt;br /&gt;maybe my girl to the blue clouds of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Dancin' until the sun break through&lt;br /&gt;the clouds, we fall it's cold and cruel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream a dream that never ends&lt;br /&gt;until the morning breaks!&lt;br /&gt;The First sunbeam through the misty clouds&lt;br /&gt;will burn my skin, my soul, my brain&lt;br /&gt;and so theres nothing left than pain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're not all the same&lt;br /&gt;you've never felt that pain&lt;br /&gt;you've never been that vain&lt;br /&gt;and you've never been punished like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Bones are broken&lt;br /&gt;my thoughts are stolen!&lt;br /&gt;The heal your voice once had&lt;br /&gt;gone away and left me sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream a dream that never ends&lt;br /&gt;until the morning breaks!&lt;br /&gt;The First sunbeam through the misty clouds&lt;br /&gt;will burn my skin, my soul, my brain&lt;br /&gt;and so theres nothing left than pain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you offer my soul an asylum?&lt;br /&gt;Walking down a street this night&lt;br /&gt;watchin the full moons light!&lt;br /&gt;Think of that day we meet again&lt;br /&gt;when I'll forget my oldest pain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once i guess we belong together&lt;br /&gt;dance through to every bad weather&lt;br /&gt;Rain, Storm, Heat and Cold&lt;br /&gt;We stay together till we're old!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18732174-113138371009201915?l=blutmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blutmond.blogspot.com/feeds/113138371009201915/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18732174&amp;postID=113138371009201915' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18732174/posts/default/113138371009201915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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