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    <title>Gitarrenhelden mal ganz anders</title>
    <link>http://www.ipernity.com/blog/zeituhr/202983</link>
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    <pubDate>Sat, 14 Nov 2009 20:26:10 +0000</pubDate>
    <author>nobody@ipernity.com (Zeituhr)</author>
    <description>&lt;p class="who"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipernity.com/home/zeituhr"&gt;Zeituhr&lt;/a&gt; has added a post:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="description"&gt;&lt;p&gt;muhahahahah Genial &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a target="_blank" rel="nofollow" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1JBzWZq4fXg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1JBzWZq4fXg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a target="_blank" rel="nofollow" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bs_b5E5CwuU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bs_b5E5CwuU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a target="_blank" rel="nofollow" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aQpqXLvvM2E"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aQpqXLvvM2E&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a target="_blank" rel="nofollow" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HEOJ7jSxdLg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HEOJ7jSxdLg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
und zum Schluss noch was Klassisches &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a target="_blank" rel="nofollow" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UuJrg_U8SNY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UuJrg_U8SNY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
    <media:title>Gitarrenhelden mal ganz anders</media:title>
    <media:text type="html">&lt;p class="who"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipernity.com/home/zeituhr"&gt;Zeituhr&lt;/a&gt; has added a post:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="description"&gt;&lt;p&gt;muhahahahah Genial &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a target="_blank" rel="nofollow" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1JBzWZq4fXg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1JBzWZq4fXg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
und zum Schluss noch was Klassisches &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a target="_blank" rel="nofollow" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UuJrg_U8SNY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UuJrg_U8SNY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</media:text>
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    <title>Someone else ?</title>
    <link>http://www.ipernity.com/blog/zeituhr/196804</link>
    <guid isPermaLink="false">tag:ipernity.com,2009-10-25,post-196804</guid>
    <pubDate>Sun, 25 Oct 2009 20:38:02 +0000</pubDate>
    <author>nobody@ipernity.com (Zeituhr)</author>
    <description>&lt;p class="who"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipernity.com/home/zeituhr"&gt;Zeituhr&lt;/a&gt; has added a post:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="description"&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I fell from grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I never realized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
how deep the flood was around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A man whose life was toil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
was like a kettle left to boil,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and the water left scars on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I know now who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
If only for a while,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I recognize the changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I feel like I did before the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
magic wore thin and the "baptism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
of stains" began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
They used to say I was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
nowhere, man,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
heading down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
was my destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But yesterday, I swear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
that was someone else not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Here I stand at the crossroads edge,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
afraid to reach out for eternity,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
One step, when I look down,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I see someone else not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Looking back and I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
All my life they said I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
was going down,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
but I'm still standing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
stronger, proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And today I know there's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
so much more I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
From where I stand at the crossroads edge,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
there's a path leading out to sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And from somewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
deep in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
sirens sing out loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
songs of doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
as only they know how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But one glance back reminds, and I see,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
someone else not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I keep looking back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
at someone else... me? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Words&amp;Music :Chris De Garmo/Geoff Tate &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
    <media:title>Someone else ?</media:title>
    <media:text type="html">&lt;p class="who"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipernity.com/home/zeituhr"&gt;Zeituhr&lt;/a&gt; has added a post:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="description"&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I fell from grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I never realized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
how deep the flood was around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A man whose life was toil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
was like a kettle left to boil,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and the water left scars on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I know now who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
If only for a while,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I recognize the changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I feel like I did before the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
magic wore thin and the "baptism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
of stains" began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
They used to say I was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
nowhere, man,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
heading down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
was my destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But yesterday, I swear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
that was someone else not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Here I stand at the crossroads edge,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
afraid to reach out for eternity,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
One step, when I look down,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I see someone else not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Looking back and I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
All my life they said I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
was going down,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
but I'm still standing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
stronger, proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And today I know there's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
so much more I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
From where I stand at the crossroads edge,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
there's a path leading out to sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And from somewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
deep in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
sirens sing out loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
songs of doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
as only they know how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But one glance back reminds, and I see,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
someone else not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I keep looking back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
at someone else... me? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Words&amp;Music :Chris De Garmo/Geoff Tate &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</media:text>
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    <title>zurück von der Nordsee</title>
    <link>http://www.ipernity.com/blog/zeituhr/188323</link>
    <guid isPermaLink="false">tag:ipernity.com,2009-09-28,post-188323</guid>
    <pubDate>Mon, 28 Sep 2009 06:45:49 +0000</pubDate>
    <author>nobody@ipernity.com (Zeituhr)</author>
    <description>&lt;p class="who"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipernity.com/home/zeituhr"&gt;Zeituhr&lt;/a&gt; has added a post:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="description"&gt;&lt;p&gt; so werde erstmal Bilder sortieren  und mich später um alles kümmern .... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
    <media:title>zurück von der Nordsee</media:title>
    <media:text type="html">&lt;p class="who"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipernity.com/home/zeituhr"&gt;Zeituhr&lt;/a&gt; has added a post:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="description"&gt;&lt;p&gt; so werde erstmal Bilder sortieren  und mich später um alles kümmern .... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</media:text>
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    <title>Nobodys Hero</title>
    <link>http://www.ipernity.com/blog/zeituhr/185059</link>
    <guid isPermaLink="false">tag:ipernity.com,2009-09-17,post-185059</guid>
    <pubDate>Thu, 17 Sep 2009 18:59:11 +0000</pubDate>
    <author>nobody@ipernity.com (Zeituhr)</author>
    <description>&lt;p class="who"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipernity.com/home/zeituhr"&gt;Zeituhr&lt;/a&gt; has added a post:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="description"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Words by Neil Peart, Music by Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I knew he was different, in his sexuality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I went to his parties, as a straight minority&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It never seemed a threat to my masculinity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He only introduced me to a wider reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
As the years went by, we drifted apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
When I heard that he was gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I felt a shadow cross my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But he's nobody's ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Hero --- saves a drowning child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Cures a wasting disease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Hero --- lands the crippled airplane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Solves great mysteries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Hero --- not the handsome actor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Who plays a hero's role&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Hero --- not the glamor girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Who'd love to sell her soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
If anybody's buying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
NOBODY'S HERO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I didn't know the girl, but I knew her family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
All their lives were shattered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
in a nightmare of brutality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
They try to carry on, try to bear the agony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Try to hold some faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
in the goodness of humanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
As the years went by, we drifted apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
When I heard that she was gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I felt a shadow cross my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But she's nobody's ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Hero --- the voice of reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Against the howling mob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Hero --- the pride of purpose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
In the unrewarding job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Hero --- not the champion player&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Who plays the perfect game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Not the glamor boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Who loves to sell his name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Everybody's buying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
NOBODY'S HERO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
As the years went by, we drifted apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
When I heard that you were gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I felt a shadow cross my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Hero &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
    <media:title>Nobodys Hero</media:title>
    <media:text type="html">&lt;p class="who"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipernity.com/home/zeituhr"&gt;Zeituhr&lt;/a&gt; has added a post:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="description"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Words by Neil Peart, Music by Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I knew he was different, in his sexuality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I went to his parties, as a straight minority&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It never seemed a threat to my masculinity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He only introduced me to a wider reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
As the years went by, we drifted apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
When I heard that he was gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I felt a shadow cross my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But he's nobody's ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Hero --- saves a drowning child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Cures a wasting disease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Hero --- lands the crippled airplane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Solves great mysteries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Hero --- not the handsome actor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Who plays a hero's role&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Hero --- not the glamor girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Who'd love to sell her soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
If anybody's buying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
NOBODY'S HERO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I didn't know the girl, but I knew her family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
All their lives were shattered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
in a nightmare of brutality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
They try to carry on, try to bear the agony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Try to hold some faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
in the goodness of humanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
As the years went by, we drifted apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
When I heard that she was gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I felt a shadow cross my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But she's nobody's ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Hero --- the voice of reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Against the howling mob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Hero --- the pride of purpose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
In the unrewarding job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Hero --- not the champion player&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Who plays the perfect game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Not the glamor boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Who loves to sell his name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Everybody's buying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
NOBODY'S HERO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
As the years went by, we drifted apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
When I heard that you were gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I felt a shadow cross my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Hero &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</media:text>
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    <title>Prodigal</title>
    <link>http://www.ipernity.com/blog/zeituhr/180493</link>
    <guid isPermaLink="false">tag:ipernity.com,2009-09-03,post-180493</guid>
    <pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2009 19:47:04 +0000</pubDate>
    <author>nobody@ipernity.com (Zeituhr)</author>
    <description>&lt;p class="who"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipernity.com/home/zeituhr"&gt;Zeituhr&lt;/a&gt; has added a post:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="description"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know whose side I'm on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I don't think that I belong round here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
If I left the stage would that be wrong ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I tried to find myself a better way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I got religion but I went astray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
They took my money and I lost my faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Rain keeps crawling down the glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The good times never seem to last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Close your eyes and let the thought pass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I tried the capsule and I tried the smoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I tried to aid escape like normal folk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But I never seemed to get the joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
These are my old clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
This is a new low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
This is my blood flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
This is my headstone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I spend my days with all my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
They're the ones on who my life depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I'm gonna miss them when the series ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Rain keeps crawling down the glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(Pull yourself together)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The good times never seem to last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(You know it's not so bad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Close your eyes and let the thought pass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(Close your eyes and let it pass)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Music Porcupine Tree : Lyrics Steven Wilson &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
    <media:title>Prodigal</media:title>
    <media:text type="html">&lt;p class="who"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipernity.com/home/zeituhr"&gt;Zeituhr&lt;/a&gt; has added a post:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="description"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know whose side I'm on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I don't think that I belong round here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
If I left the stage would that be wrong ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I tried to find myself a better way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I got religion but I went astray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
They took my money and I lost my faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Rain keeps crawling down the glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The good times never seem to last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Close your eyes and let the thought pass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I tried the capsule and I tried the smoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I tried to aid escape like normal folk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But I never seemed to get the joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
These are my old clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
This is a new low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
This is my blood flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
This is my headstone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I spend my days with all my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
They're the ones on who my life depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I'm gonna miss them when the series ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Rain keeps crawling down the glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(Pull yourself together)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The good times never seem to last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(You know it's not so bad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Close your eyes and let the thought pass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(Close your eyes and let it pass)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Music Porcupine Tree : Lyrics Steven Wilson &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</media:text>
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    <title>Weisheit des Tages ;-)</title>
    <link>http://www.ipernity.com/blog/zeituhr/165466</link>
    <guid isPermaLink="false">tag:ipernity.com,2009-07-10,post-165466</guid>
    <pubDate>Fri, 10 Jul 2009 08:26:14 +0000</pubDate>
    <author>nobody@ipernity.com (Zeituhr)</author>
    <description>&lt;p class="who"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipernity.com/home/zeituhr"&gt;Zeituhr&lt;/a&gt; has added a post:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="description"&gt;&lt;p&gt; so gehört bei Magnum PI   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Es ist nicht so das wir alt wären,wir sind nur nicht mehr jung" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
    <media:title>Weisheit des Tages ;-)</media:title>
    <media:text type="html">&lt;p class="who"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipernity.com/home/zeituhr"&gt;Zeituhr&lt;/a&gt; has added a post:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="description"&gt;&lt;p&gt; so gehört bei Magnum PI   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Es ist nicht so das wir alt wären,wir sind nur nicht mehr jung" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</media:text>
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    <title>looking for Space</title>
    <link>http://www.ipernity.com/blog/zeituhr/158467</link>
    <guid isPermaLink="false">tag:ipernity.com,2009-06-10,post-158467</guid>
    <pubDate>Wed, 10 Jun 2009 16:39:24 +0000</pubDate>
    <author>nobody@ipernity.com (Zeituhr)</author>
    <description>&lt;p class="who"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipernity.com/home/zeituhr"&gt;Zeituhr&lt;/a&gt; has added a post:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="description"&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the road of experience I'm trying to find my own way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes I wish that I could fly away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
When I think that I'm moving suddently things stand still &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I'm afraid 'cause I think they always will &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And I'm looking for space &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And to find out who I am &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And I'm looking to know and understand &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It's a sweet sweet dream &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes I'm almost there &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes I fly like an eagle &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And sometimes I'm deep in despair &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
All alone in the universe, sometimes that's how it seems &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I get lost in the sadness and the screams &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Then I look in the center, suddently everything's clear &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I find myself in the sunshine and my dreams &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And I'm looking for space &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And to find out who I am &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And I'm looking to know and understand &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It's a sweet, sweet dream &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes I'm almost there &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes I fly like an eagle &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And sometimes I'm deep in despair &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
On the road of experience, join in the living day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
if there's an answer, it's just that it's just that way &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
When you're looking for space &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And to find out who you are &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
When you're looking to try and reach the stars &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It's a sweet, sweet sweet dream &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes I'm almost there &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes I fly like an eagle &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But sometimes I'm deep in despair &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes I fly like an eagle, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
like an eagle &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I go flying flying&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Music+lyrics :John Denver &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
    <media:title>looking for Space</media:title>
    <media:text type="html">&lt;p class="who"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipernity.com/home/zeituhr"&gt;Zeituhr&lt;/a&gt; has added a post:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="description"&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the road of experience I'm trying to find my own way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes I wish that I could fly away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
When I think that I'm moving suddently things stand still &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I'm afraid 'cause I think they always will &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And I'm looking for space &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And to find out who I am &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And I'm looking to know and understand &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It's a sweet sweet dream &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes I'm almost there &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes I fly like an eagle &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And sometimes I'm deep in despair &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
All alone in the universe, sometimes that's how it seems &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I get lost in the sadness and the screams &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Then I look in the center, suddently everything's clear &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I find myself in the sunshine and my dreams &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And I'm looking for space &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And to find out who I am &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And I'm looking to know and understand &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It's a sweet, sweet dream &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes I'm almost there &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes I fly like an eagle &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And sometimes I'm deep in despair &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
On the road of experience, join in the living day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
if there's an answer, it's just that it's just that way &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
When you're looking for space &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And to find out who you are &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
When you're looking to try and reach the stars &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It's a sweet, sweet sweet dream &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes I'm almost there &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes I fly like an eagle &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But sometimes I'm deep in despair &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes I fly like an eagle, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
like an eagle &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I go flying flying&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Music+lyrics :John Denver &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</media:text>
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    <title>The Sound of Muzak</title>
    <link>http://www.ipernity.com/blog/zeituhr/157237</link>
    <guid isPermaLink="false">tag:ipernity.com,2009-06-05,post-157237</guid>
    <pubDate>Fri, 05 Jun 2009 19:07:53 +0000</pubDate>
    <author>nobody@ipernity.com (Zeituhr)</author>
    <description>&lt;p class="who"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipernity.com/home/zeituhr"&gt;Zeituhr&lt;/a&gt; has added a post:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="description"&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:24px;color:rgb(0, 0, 102);font-weight:bold;height:36px;"&gt;&lt;b style="height:36px;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-repeat:no-repeat;height:36px;font-style:normal;"&gt;Porcupine Tree - The Sound of Muzak &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="background-color:rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="border-left:1px solid rgb(246, 246, 246);width:220px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="background-color:rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Hear the sound of music &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Drifting in the aisles &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Elevator prozac &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Stretching on for miles&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The music of the future &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Will not entertain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It's only meant to repress &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And neutralise your brain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Soul gets squeezed out &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Edges get blunt &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Demographic &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Gives what you want&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;One of the wonders of the world is going down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It's going down I know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It's one of the blunders of the world that no-one cares &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
No-one cares enough&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Now the sound of music &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Comes in silver pills &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Engineered to suit you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Building cheaper thrills&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The music of rebellion &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Makes you wanna rage &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But it's made by millionaires &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Who are nearly twice your age&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Soul gets squeezed out &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Edges get blunt &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Demographic &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Gives what you want&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;One of the wonders of the world is going down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It's going down I know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It's one of the blunders of the world that no-one cares &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
No-one cares enough &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
One of the wonders of the world is going down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It's going down I know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It's one of the blunders of the world that no-one cares &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
No-one cares enough&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a target="_blank" rel="nofollow" href="http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Muzak"&gt;de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Muzak&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
    <media:title>The Sound of Muzak</media:title>
    <media:text type="html">&lt;p class="who"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipernity.com/home/zeituhr"&gt;Zeituhr&lt;/a&gt; has added a post:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="description"&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:24px;color:rgb(0, 0, 102);font-weight:bold;height:36px;"&gt;&lt;b style="height:36px;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-repeat:no-repeat;height:36px;font-style:normal;"&gt;Porcupine Tree - The Sound of Muzak &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="background-color:rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="border-left:1px solid rgb(246, 246, 246);width:220px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="background-color:rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Hear the sound of music &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Drifting in the aisles &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Elevator prozac &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Stretching on for miles&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The music of the future &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Will not entertain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It's only meant to repress &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And neutralise your brain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Soul gets squeezed out &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Edges get blunt &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Demographic &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Gives what you want&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;One of the wonders of the world is going down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It's going down I know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It's one of the blunders of the world that no-one cares &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
No-one cares enough&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Now the sound of music &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Comes in silver pills &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Engineered to suit you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Building cheaper thrills&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The music of rebellion &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Makes you wanna rage &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But it's made by millionaires &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Who are nearly twice your age&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Soul gets squeezed out &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Edges get blunt &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Demographic &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Gives what you want&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;One of the wonders of the world is going down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It's going down I know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It's one of the blunders of the world that no-one cares &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
No-one cares enough &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
One of the wonders of the world is going down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It's going down I know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It's one of the blunders of the world that no-one cares &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
No-one cares enough&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a target="_blank" rel="nofollow" href="http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Muzak"&gt;de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Muzak&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</media:text>
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    <title>Fuck you</title>
    <link>http://www.ipernity.com/blog/zeituhr/148016</link>
    <guid isPermaLink="false">tag:ipernity.com,2009-05-04,post-148016</guid>
    <pubDate>Mon, 04 May 2009 16:11:23 +0000</pubDate>
    <author>nobody@ipernity.com (Zeituhr)</author>
    <description>&lt;p class="who"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipernity.com/home/zeituhr"&gt;Zeituhr&lt;/a&gt; has added a post:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="description"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;color:red;text-decoration:underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;There's a look on your face I would like to knock out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
See the sin in your grin and the shape of your mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
All I want is to see you in terrible pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Though we won’t ever meet I remember your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Can't believe you were once just like anyone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
then you grew and became like the devil himself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Pray to God I think of a nice thing to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But I don't think I can so fuck you anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You`re a scum, you`re a scum and I hope that you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
That the cracks in your smile are beginning to show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Now the world needs to see that it's time you should go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There's no light in your eyes and your brain is too slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Can't believe you were once just like anyone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
then you grew and became like the devil himself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Pray to God I can think of a nice thing to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But I don't think I can so fuck you anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Bet you sleep like a child with your thumb in your mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I could creep up beside put a gun in your mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
makes me sick when I hear all the shit that you say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
so much crap coming out it must take you all day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There's a space kept in hell with your name on the seat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
With a spike in the chair just to make it complete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
When you look at yourself do you see what I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
If you do why the fuck are you looking at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There’s a time for us all and I think yours has been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Can you please hurry up cos I find you obscene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We can’t wait for the day that you’re never aroun&lt;/span&gt;d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;When that face isn’t here and you rot underground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Can’t believe you were once just like anyone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Then you grew and became like the devil himself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Pray to god I can think of a nice thing to say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But I don’t think I can so fuck you anyway &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
So fuck you anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;lyrics :The Archive &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
    <media:title>Fuck you</media:title>
    <media:text type="html">&lt;p class="who"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipernity.com/home/zeituhr"&gt;Zeituhr&lt;/a&gt; has added a post:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="description"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;color:red;text-decoration:underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;There's a look on your face I would like to knock out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
See the sin in your grin and the shape of your mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
All I want is to see you in terrible pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Though we won’t ever meet I remember your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Can't believe you were once just like anyone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
then you grew and became like the devil himself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Pray to God I think of a nice thing to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But I don't think I can so fuck you anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You`re a scum, you`re a scum and I hope that you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
That the cracks in your smile are beginning to show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Now the world needs to see that it's time you should go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There's no light in your eyes and your brain is too slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Can't believe you were once just like anyone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
then you grew and became like the devil himself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Pray to God I can think of a nice thing to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But I don't think I can so fuck you anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Bet you sleep like a child with your thumb in your mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I could creep up beside put a gun in your mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
makes me sick when I hear all the shit that you say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
so much crap coming out it must take you all day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There's a space kept in hell with your name on the seat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
With a spike in the chair just to make it complete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
When you look at yourself do you see what I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
If you do why the fuck are you looking at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There’s a time for us all and I think yours has been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Can you please hurry up cos I find you obscene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We can’t wait for the day that you’re never aroun&lt;/span&gt;d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;When that face isn’t here and you rot underground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Can’t believe you were once just like anyone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Then you grew and became like the devil himself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Pray to god I can think of a nice thing to say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But I don’t think I can so fuck you anyway &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
So fuck you anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;lyrics :The Archive &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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    <title>Lock and Key</title>
    <link>http://www.ipernity.com/blog/zeituhr/135840</link>
    <guid isPermaLink="false">tag:ipernity.com,2009-03-13,post-135840</guid>
    <pubDate>Fri, 13 Mar 2009 07:53:02 +0000</pubDate>
    <author>nobody@ipernity.com (Zeituhr)</author>
    <description>&lt;p class="who"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipernity.com/home/zeituhr"&gt;Zeituhr&lt;/a&gt; has added a post:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="description"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't want to face the killer instinct&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Face it in you or me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We carry a sensitive cargo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Below the waterline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Ticking like a time bomb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
With a primitive design&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Behind the finer feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
This civilized veneer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The heart of a lonely hunter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Guards a dangerous frontier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The balance can sometimes fail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Strong emotions can tip the scale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Don't want to silence a desperate voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
For the sake of security&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
No one wants to make a terrible choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
On the price of being free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I don't want to face the killer instinct&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Face it in you or me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
So we keep it under lock and key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It's not a matter of mercy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It's not a matter of laws&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Plenty of people will kill you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
For some fanatical cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It's not a matter of conscience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A search for probable cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It's just a matter of instinct&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A matter of fatal flaws&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
No reward for resistance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
No assistance, no applause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Don't want to silence a desperate voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
For the sake of security&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
No one wants to make a terrible choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
On the price of being free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I don't want to face the killer instinct&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Face it in you or me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
So we keep it under lock and key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We don't want to be victims&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
On that we all agree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
So we lock up the killer instinct&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And throw away the key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lyrics Neil Peart :Music Rush &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
    <media:title>Lock and Key</media:title>
    <media:text type="html">&lt;p class="who"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipernity.com/home/zeituhr"&gt;Zeituhr&lt;/a&gt; has added a post:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="description"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't want to face the killer instinct&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Face it in you or me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We carry a sensitive cargo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Below the waterline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Ticking like a time bomb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
With a primitive design&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Behind the finer feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
This civilized veneer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The heart of a lonely hunter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Guards a dangerous frontier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The balance can sometimes fail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Strong emotions can tip the scale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Don't want to silence a desperate voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
For the sake of security&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
No one wants to make a terrible choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
On the price of being free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I don't want to face the killer instinct&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Face it in you or me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
So we keep it under lock and key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It's not a matter of mercy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It's not a matter of laws&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Plenty of people will kill you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
For some fanatical cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It's not a matter of conscience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A search for probable cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It's just a matter of instinct&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A matter of fatal flaws&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
No reward for resistance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
No assistance, no applause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Don't want to silence a desperate voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
For the sake of security&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
No one wants to make a terrible choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
On the price of being free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I don't want to face the killer instinct&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Face it in you or me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
So we keep it under lock and key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We don't want to be victims&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
On that we all agree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
So we lock up the killer instinct&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And throw away the key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lyrics Neil Peart :Music Rush &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</media:text>
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    <title>Hörtip</title>
    <link>http://www.ipernity.com/blog/zeituhr/115155</link>
    <guid isPermaLink="false">tag:ipernity.com,2008-12-16,post-115155</guid>
    <pubDate>Tue, 16 Dec 2008 21:38:02 +0000</pubDate>
    <author>nobody@ipernity.com (Zeituhr)</author>
    <description>&lt;p class="who"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipernity.com/home/zeituhr"&gt;Zeituhr&lt;/a&gt; has added a post:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="description"&gt;&lt;p&gt; für alle die nicht aus dem Südwesten kommen (oder es vielleicht nicht kennen) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Hier unten bei uns gibt es einen Sender der sich SWR1 schimpft ,die Musik ist so lala dafür gibt es keine nervigen Spassmacher und eine Sendung die ich mal hier empfehlen möchte &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:larger;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SWR1 Leute &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;dort werden zum Teil sehr interessante Leute interviewt die durchaus hörenswert sind, am 27.11 zum Bsp. Wim Wenders &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Das ganze kann man sich auch als Podcast anhören &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Hier die links ,Nach Datum oder A-Z &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" rel="nofollow" href="http://www.swr.de/swr1/bw/programm/leute/-/id=1895042/nid=1895042/did=1895080/jvn3h3/index.html"&gt;www.swr.de/swr1/bw/programm/leute/-/id=1895042/nid=1895042/did=1895080/jvn3h3/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" rel="nofollow" href="http://www.swr.de/swr1/bw/programm/leute/-/id=1895042/nid=1895042/did=1895078/1leo6ga/index.html"&gt;www.swr.de/swr1/bw/programm/leute/-/id=1895042/nid=1895042/did=1895078/1leo6ga/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Viel Spass damit &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ich wünsche euch schöne Weihnachten und ein gesundes und gutes neues Jahr &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Genießt die freie Zeit und kein Stress &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Grüße &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Zeituhr &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
    <media:title>Hörtip</media:title>
    <media:text type="html">&lt;p class="who"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipernity.com/home/zeituhr"&gt;Zeituhr&lt;/a&gt; has added a post:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="description"&gt;&lt;p&gt; für alle die nicht aus dem Südwesten kommen (oder es vielleicht nicht kennen) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Hier unten bei uns gibt es einen Sender der sich SWR1 schimpft ,die Musik ist so lala dafür gibt es keine nervigen Spassmacher und eine Sendung die ich mal hier empfehlen möchte &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:larger;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SWR1 Leute &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;dort werden zum Teil sehr interessante Leute interviewt die durchaus hörenswert sind, am 27.11 zum Bsp. Wim Wenders &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Das ganze kann man sich auch als Podcast anhören &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Hier die links ,Nach Datum oder A-Z &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" rel="nofollow" href="http://www.swr.de/swr1/bw/programm/leute/-/id=1895042/nid=1895042/did=1895080/jvn3h3/index.html"&gt;www.swr.de/swr1/bw/programm/leute/-/id=1895042/nid=1895042/did=1895080/jvn3h3/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" rel="nofollow" href="http://www.swr.de/swr1/bw/programm/leute/-/id=1895042/nid=1895042/did=1895078/1leo6ga/index.html"&gt;www.swr.de/swr1/bw/programm/leute/-/id=1895042/nid=1895042/did=1895078/1leo6ga/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Viel Spass damit &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ich wünsche euch schöne Weihnachten und ein gesundes und gutes neues Jahr &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Genießt die freie Zeit und kein Stress &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Grüße &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Zeituhr &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</media:text>
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    <title>Shine on you crazy Diamond</title>
    <link>http://www.ipernity.com/blog/zeituhr/92763</link>
    <guid isPermaLink="false">tag:ipernity.com,2008-09-16,post-92763</guid>
    <pubDate>Tue, 16 Sep 2008 09:40:35 +0000</pubDate>
    <author>nobody@ipernity.com (Zeituhr)</author>
    <description>&lt;p class="who"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipernity.com/home/zeituhr"&gt;Zeituhr&lt;/a&gt; has added a post:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="description"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pink-Floyd-Mitgründer Richard Wright mit 65 Jahren gestorben&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;London (dpa) - Richard Wright, einer der Gründer der britischen Rockgruppe Pink Floyd, ist tot. Der 65-Jährige sei nach einem Kampf gegen den Krebs gestorben, teilte sein Sprecher mit. Der Songschreiber und Keyboarder war bis 1981 Mitglied der berühmten Rockband. Der in London geborene Wright war unter anderem an den legendären Alben «Dark Side of the Moon» und «Wish You Were Here» beteiligt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;another Legend is gone .-(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
    <media:title>Shine on you crazy Diamond</media:title>
    <media:text type="html">&lt;p class="who"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipernity.com/home/zeituhr"&gt;Zeituhr&lt;/a&gt; has added a post:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="description"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pink-Floyd-Mitgründer Richard Wright mit 65 Jahren gestorben&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;London (dpa) - Richard Wright, einer der Gründer der britischen Rockgruppe Pink Floyd, ist tot. Der 65-Jährige sei nach einem Kampf gegen den Krebs gestorben, teilte sein Sprecher mit. Der Songschreiber und Keyboarder war bis 1981 Mitglied der berühmten Rockband. Der in London geborene Wright war unter anderem an den legendären Alben «Dark Side of the Moon» und «Wish You Were Here» beteiligt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;another Legend is gone .-(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</media:text>
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    <title>Losing it</title>
    <link>http://www.ipernity.com/blog/zeituhr/90007</link>
    <guid isPermaLink="false">tag:ipernity.com,2008-09-05,post-90007</guid>
    <pubDate>Fri, 05 Sep 2008 17:16:03 +0000</pubDate>
    <author>nobody@ipernity.com (Zeituhr)</author>
    <description>&lt;p class="who"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipernity.com/home/zeituhr"&gt;Zeituhr&lt;/a&gt; has added a post:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="description"&gt;&lt;p&gt;The dancer slows her frantic pace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
In pain and desperation,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Her aching limbs and downcast face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Aglow with perspiration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Stiff as wire, her lungs on fire,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
With just the briefest pause &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The flooding through her memory,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The echoes of old applause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
She limps across the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And closes her bedroom door...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The writer stare with glassy eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Defies the empty page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
His beard is white, his face is lined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And streaked with tears of rage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Thirty years ago, how the words would flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
With passion and precision,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But now his mind is dark and dulled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
By sickness and indecision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And he stares out the kitchen door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Where the sun will rise no more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Some are born to move the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
To live their fantasies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But most of us just dream about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The things we'd like to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Sadder still to watch it die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Than never to have known it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
For you, the blind who once could see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The bell tolls for thee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Another great Song from Rush with suberb lyrics by Neil Peart &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This Band really touch my soul&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" rel="nofollow" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wS3Pcfz1BvE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wS3Pcfz1BvE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
    <media:title>Losing it</media:title>
    <media:text type="html">&lt;p class="who"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipernity.com/home/zeituhr"&gt;Zeituhr&lt;/a&gt; has added a post:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="description"&gt;&lt;p&gt;The dancer slows her frantic pace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
In pain and desperation,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Her aching limbs and downcast face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Aglow with perspiration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Stiff as wire, her lungs on fire,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
With just the briefest pause &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The flooding through her memory,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The echoes of old applause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
She limps across the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And closes her bedroom door...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The writer stare with glassy eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Defies the empty page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
His beard is white, his face is lined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And streaked with tears of rage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Thirty years ago, how the words would flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
With passion and precision,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But now his mind is dark and dulled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
By sickness and indecision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And he stares out the kitchen door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Where the sun will rise no more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Some are born to move the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
To live their fantasies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But most of us just dream about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The things we'd like to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Sadder still to watch it die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Than never to have known it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
For you, the blind who once could see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The bell tolls for thee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Another great Song from Rush with suberb lyrics by Neil Peart &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This Band really touch my soul&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" rel="nofollow" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wS3Pcfz1BvE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wS3Pcfz1BvE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</media:text>
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    <title>Tears in the Rain</title>
    <link>http://www.ipernity.com/blog/zeituhr/83564</link>
    <guid isPermaLink="false">tag:ipernity.com,2008-08-09,post-83564</guid>
    <pubDate>Sat, 09 Aug 2008 20:50:16 +0000</pubDate>
    <author>nobody@ipernity.com (Zeituhr)</author>
    <description>&lt;p class="who"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipernity.com/home/zeituhr"&gt;Zeituhr&lt;/a&gt; has added a post:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="description"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why do we all fail to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The darkness in another's heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Why do we all turn our backs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
On open wounds &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And failed attractions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Painted on the canvas there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Written in the books we share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
This is a fool's tale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Rolling over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Again and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Telling jokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
To cool the anger of a king&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But he can never be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
This is a fool's tale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Tripping up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Spinning round and around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Try to walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Beyond words of the wise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Then reach a place too high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Show them you can fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And dream until you hit the ground....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Don't offer sympathy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
When you've just walked away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Don't play apologies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And sentimental games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I stood before the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And gave you my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And it may never beat again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Don't give me hollow tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Or empty cries of shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Don't try to turn away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
By throwing me the blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I stood before the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And gave you my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And now I'm living in the rain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
This is a clown's tale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Falling over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Again and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He paints his face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
With colours from the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But he is lying in....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He is dying in....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He is crying in the rain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lyrics Clive Nolan   Band Arena&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Another Song I like really much .... make your own opinion&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
    <media:title>Tears in the Rain</media:title>
    <media:text type="html">&lt;p class="who"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipernity.com/home/zeituhr"&gt;Zeituhr&lt;/a&gt; has added a post:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="description"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why do we all fail to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The darkness in another's heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Why do we all turn our backs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
On open wounds &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And failed attractions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Painted on the canvas there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Written in the books we share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
This is a fool's tale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Rolling over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Again and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Telling jokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
To cool the anger of a king&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But he can never be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
This is a fool's tale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Tripping up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Spinning round and around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Try to walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Beyond words of the wise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Then reach a place too high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Show them you can fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And dream until you hit the ground....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Don't offer sympathy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
When you've just walked away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Don't play apologies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And sentimental games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I stood before the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And gave you my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And it may never beat again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Don't give me hollow tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Or empty cries of shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Don't try to turn away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
By throwing me the blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I stood before the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And gave you my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And now I'm living in the rain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
This is a clown's tale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Falling over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Again and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He paints his face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
With colours from the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But he is lying in....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He is dying in....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He is crying in the rain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lyrics Clive Nolan   Band Arena&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Another Song I like really much .... make your own opinion&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</media:text>
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    <title>Show Don't Tell</title>
    <link>http://www.ipernity.com/blog/zeituhr/81327</link>
    <guid isPermaLink="false">tag:ipernity.com,2008-07-30,post-81327</guid>
    <pubDate>Wed, 30 Jul 2008 20:02:37 +0000</pubDate>
    <author>nobody@ipernity.com (Zeituhr)</author>
    <description>&lt;p class="who"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipernity.com/home/zeituhr"&gt;Zeituhr&lt;/a&gt; has added a post:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="description"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Show Don't Tell &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
How many times do you hear it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It goes on all day long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Everyone knows everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And no one's ever wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Until later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Who can you believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It's hard to play it safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But apart from a few good friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We don't take anything on faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Until later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Show...don't tell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(Show me, don't tell me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You've figured out the score&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(Show me, don't tell me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I've heard it all before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(Show me, don't tell me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I don't care what you say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(Show me, don't tell me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You can twist perceptions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Reality won't budge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You can raise objections&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I will be the judge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And the jury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I'll give it due reflection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Watching from the fence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Give the jury direction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Based on the evidence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I, the jury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(Show me, don't tell me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Hey, order in the court&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(Show me, don't tell me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Let's try to keep it short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(Show me, don't tell me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Enough of your demands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(Show me, don't tell me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Witness take the stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(Show me, don't tell me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(Show me, don't tell me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Hey, order in the court&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(Show me, don't tell me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Let's try to keep it short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(Show me, don't tell me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I don't care what you say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(Show me, don't tell me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Let's see exhibit A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;lyrics Neil  Peart Music.Geddy Lee&amp;Alex Lifeson&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Well Rush is one of my favorite Bands and Neil Peart write some of the best lyrics ever (for my opinion)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
    <media:title>Show Don't Tell</media:title>
    <media:text type="html">&lt;p class="who"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipernity.com/home/zeituhr"&gt;Zeituhr&lt;/a&gt; has added a post:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="description"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Show Don't Tell &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
How many times do you hear it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It goes on all day long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Everyone knows everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And no one's ever wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Until later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Who can you believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It's hard to play it safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But apart from a few good friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We don't take anything on faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Until later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Show...don't tell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(Show me, don't tell me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You've figured out the score&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(Show me, don't tell me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I've heard it all before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(Show me, don't tell me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I don't care what you say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(Show me, don't tell me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You can twist perceptions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Reality won't budge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You can raise objections&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I will be the judge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And the jury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I'll give it due reflection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Watching from the fence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Give the jury direction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Based on the evidence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I, the jury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(Show me, don't tell me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Hey, order in the court&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(Show me, don't tell me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Let's try to keep it short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(Show me, don't tell me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Enough of your demands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(Show me, don't tell me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Witness take the stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(Show me, don't tell me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(Show me, don't tell me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Hey, order in the court&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(Show me, don't tell me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Let's try to keep it short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(Show me, don't tell me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I don't care what you say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(Show me, don't tell me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Let's see exhibit A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;lyrics Neil  Peart Music.Geddy Lee&amp;Alex Lifeson&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Well Rush is one of my favorite Bands and Neil Peart write some of the best lyrics ever (for my opinion)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</media:text>
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    <title>Mystic rhythms</title>
    <link>http://www.ipernity.com/blog/zeituhr/78017</link>
    <guid isPermaLink="false">tag:ipernity.com,2008-07-16,post-78017</guid>
    <pubDate>Wed, 16 Jul 2008 08:30:27 +0000</pubDate>
    <author>nobody@ipernity.com (Zeituhr)</author>
    <description>&lt;p class="who"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipernity.com/home/zeituhr"&gt;Zeituhr&lt;/a&gt; has added a post:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="description"&gt;&lt;p&gt;So many things I think about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
When I look far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Things I know, things I wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Things I'd like to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The more we think we know about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The greater the unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We suspend our disbelief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And we are not alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Mystic rhythms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Capture my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Carry them away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Mysteries of night escape the light of day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Mystic rhythms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Under northern lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Or the African sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Primitive things stir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The hearts of everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We sometimes catch a window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A glimpse of what's beyond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Was it just imagination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Stringing us along?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
More things than are dreamed about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Unseen and unexplained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We suspend our disbelief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And we are entertained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Mystic rhythms &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Capture my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Carry them away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Nature seems to spin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A supernatural way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Mystic rhythms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Under city lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Or a canopy of stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We feel the powers and wonder what they are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We feel the push and pull of restless rhythms from afar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Music:Geddy Lee&amp;Alex Lifeson   Lyrics:Neil Peart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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    <media:text type="html">&lt;p class="who"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipernity.com/home/zeituhr"&gt;Zeituhr&lt;/a&gt; has added a post:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="description"&gt;&lt;p&gt;So many things I think about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
When I look far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Things I know, things I wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Things I'd like to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The more we think we know about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The greater the unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We suspend our disbelief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And we are not alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Mystic rhythms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Capture my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Carry them away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Mysteries of night escape the light of day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Mystic rhythms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Under northern lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Or the African sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Primitive things stir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The hearts of everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We sometimes catch a window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A glimpse of what's beyond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Was it just imagination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Stringing us along?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
More things than are dreamed about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Unseen and unexplained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We suspend our disbelief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And we are entertained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Mystic rhythms &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Capture my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Carry them away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Nature seems to spin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A supernatural way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Mystic rhythms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Under city lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Or a canopy of stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We feel the powers and wonder what they are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We feel the push and pull of restless rhythms from afar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Music:Geddy Lee&amp;Alex Lifeson   Lyrics:Neil Peart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</media:text>
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    <title>The light will stay on</title>
    <link>http://www.ipernity.com/blog/zeituhr/65011</link>
    <guid isPermaLink="false">tag:ipernity.com,2008-05-16,post-65011</guid>
    <pubDate>Fri, 16 May 2008 18:38:48 +0000</pubDate>
    <author>nobody@ipernity.com (Zeituhr)</author>
    <description>&lt;p class="who"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipernity.com/home/zeituhr"&gt;Zeituhr&lt;/a&gt; has added a post:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="description"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I go to sleep, before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
the devil wakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and I wake up, before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
the angels take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
all my worldly desires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
all my yardsticks of fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
all my secrets untold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
all my motives unclear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
hangin' down in the fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
burnin' them higher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
won't take them away from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and long after we're gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
the light will stay on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
watched the city ... city of crows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
watched them fly, watched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
'em all flyin' low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
out above the flood plain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
just above the dirt road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
they were hungry as winter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
hungry as us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
not afraid to be flyin', not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
afraid to be lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and long after we're gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
the light will stay on&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;and if you bury me, add&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
three feet to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
one for your sorrow, two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
for your sweat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
three for the strange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
things we never forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and long after we're gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
the light will stay on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and long after we're safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
the lights will not fade  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;lyrics:The Walkabouts  Album_Devils Road&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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    <media:text type="html">&lt;p class="who"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipernity.com/home/zeituhr"&gt;Zeituhr&lt;/a&gt; has added a post:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="description"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I go to sleep, before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
the devil wakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and I wake up, before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
the angels take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
all my worldly desires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
all my yardsticks of fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
all my secrets untold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
all my motives unclear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
hangin' down in the fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
burnin' them higher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
won't take them away from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and long after we're gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
the light will stay on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
watched the city ... city of crows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
watched them fly, watched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
'em all flyin' low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
out above the flood plain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
just above the dirt road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
they were hungry as winter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
hungry as us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
not afraid to be flyin', not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
afraid to be lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and long after we're gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
the light will stay on&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;and if you bury me, add&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
three feet to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
one for your sorrow, two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
for your sweat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
three for the strange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
things we never forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and long after we're gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
the light will stay on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and long after we're safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
the lights will not fade  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;lyrics:The Walkabouts  Album_Devils Road&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</media:text>
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    <title>They Way I think about Pictures</title>
    <link>http://www.ipernity.com/blog/zeituhr/53366</link>
    <guid isPermaLink="false">tag:ipernity.com,2008-03-25,post-53366</guid>
    <pubDate>Tue, 25 Mar 2008 11:36:13 +0000</pubDate>
    <author>nobody@ipernity.com (Zeituhr)</author>
    <description>&lt;p class="who"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipernity.com/home/zeituhr"&gt;Zeituhr&lt;/a&gt; has added a post:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="description"&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you have a look at my Pictures it might be strange sometimes ...  but I think not every Picture have to be Arty ... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I wanna show you my world trough my Eyes ... my ambiance  and some of this picture will be  only understand if you know me very well&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I enjoy to look at your pictures and see your world and places I never seen before !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Cheers&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lars&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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    <media:text type="html">&lt;p class="who"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipernity.com/home/zeituhr"&gt;Zeituhr&lt;/a&gt; has added a post:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="description"&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you have a look at my Pictures it might be strange sometimes ...  but I think not every Picture have to be Arty ... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I wanna show you my world trough my Eyes ... my ambiance  and some of this picture will be  only understand if you know me very well&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I enjoy to look at your pictures and see your world and places I never seen before !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Cheers&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lars&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</media:text>
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    <title>We are</title>
    <link>http://www.ipernity.com/blog/zeituhr/52808</link>
    <guid isPermaLink="false">tag:ipernity.com,2008-03-23,post-52808</guid>
    <pubDate>Sun, 23 Mar 2008 00:37:31 +0000</pubDate>
    <author>nobody@ipernity.com (Zeituhr)</author>
    <description>&lt;p class="who"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipernity.com/home/zeituhr"&gt;Zeituhr&lt;/a&gt; has added a post:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="description"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Echoes of the universe ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
    <media:title>We are</media:title>
    <media:text type="html">&lt;p class="who"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipernity.com/home/zeituhr"&gt;Zeituhr&lt;/a&gt; has added a post:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="description"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Echoes of the universe ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</media:text>
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    <title>Between the years</title>
    <link>http://www.ipernity.com/blog/zeituhr/35508</link>
    <guid isPermaLink="false">tag:ipernity.com,2008-01-01,post-35508</guid>
    <pubDate>Tue, 01 Jan 2008 09:00:27 +0000</pubDate>
    <author>nobody@ipernity.com (Zeituhr)</author>
    <description>&lt;p class="who"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipernity.com/home/zeituhr"&gt;Zeituhr&lt;/a&gt; has added a post:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="description"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Between the years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Between the years I got this feeling &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
of something I cannot explain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Millennium is whispering new visions, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I leave the past , go forward fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I try to recognise, to understand,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I search for signs to stop or move my person to do the right thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It’s time for party , we’re still alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
So this is how I feel, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
between the years a flowing stream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
with doubts or fears and straightforwardness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
decay or hope between the years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
before the lights, behind the curtain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
a new play on an unknown stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
my life it looks just like a movie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
existence’s fading into dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I try to recognise, to understand,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I search for signs to stop or move my person to do the right thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It’s time for party , we’re still alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
So this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:smaller;"&gt;Lyrics Lars Tellmann    Music The Art of Illusion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ich wünsche euch allen  ein gesundes und zufriedenes Jahr 2008  ´macht alle weiter mit euere tollen Arbeiten/Fotos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I wish you all all a good New Year 2008   Keep going on with your  wonderful Work and Pictures&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lars/Zeituhr&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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    <media:text type="html">&lt;p class="who"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipernity.com/home/zeituhr"&gt;Zeituhr&lt;/a&gt; has added a post:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="description"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Between the years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Between the years I got this feeling &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
of something I cannot explain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Millennium is whispering new visions, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I leave the past , go forward fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I try to recognise, to understand,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I search for signs to stop or move my person to do the right thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It’s time for party , we’re still alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
So this is how I feel, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
between the years a flowing stream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
with doubts or fears and straightforwardness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
decay or hope between the years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
before the lights, behind the curtain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
a new play on an unknown stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
my life it looks just like a movie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
existence’s fading into dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I try to recognise, to understand,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I search for signs to stop or move my person to do the right thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It’s time for party , we’re still alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
So this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:smaller;"&gt;Lyrics Lars Tellmann    Music The Art of Illusion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ich wünsche euch allen  ein gesundes und zufriedenes Jahr 2008  ´macht alle weiter mit euere tollen Arbeiten/Fotos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I wish you all all a good New Year 2008   Keep going on with your  wonderful Work and Pictures&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lars/Zeituhr&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</media:text>
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