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Wünsche allen ein frohes Fest & lasst Euch reichlich beschenken … 
[c] by Michael Pohl / www.polson.de
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Alte Kinoplakate
Fake oder doch keiner? Hab das Plakat im Netz der Netze gefunden und bin mir da nicht sicher, ob das Ding ein FAKE ist oder nicht …. Müsste aus den 60er Jahren sein vom Stil her. Wer hat ne Idee?
crop circle
Loving the alien
Watching them come and go
The templars and the saracens
They’re traveling the holy land
Opening telegrams oh ho
The templars and the saracens
They’re traveling the holy land
Opening telegrams oh ho
Torture comes and torture goes
Knights who’d give you anything
They bear the cross of coeur de lion
Salvation for the mirror blind oh ho
But if you pray all your sins are hooked upon the sky
Pray and the heathen lie will disappear
Prayers they hide the saddest view
(Believing the strangest things, loving the alien)
And your prayers they break the sky in two
(Believing the strangest things, loving the alien)
Thinking of a different time
Palestine a modern problem
Bounty and your wealth in land
Terror in a best laid plan oh ho
Watching them come and go
Tomorrows and the yesterdays
Christians and the unbelievers
Hanging by the cross and nail oh ho
But if you pray all your sins are hooked upon the sky
Pray and the heathen lie will disappear oh ho
Prayers they hide the saddest view
(Believing the strangest things, loving the alien)
And your prayer will break the sky in two
(Believing the strangest things, loving the alien)
You pray till the break of ALL.
(Believing the strangest things, loving the alien)
And you’ll believe you’re loving the alien
(Believing the strangest things, loving the alien)
|c] graphics by www.polson.de / K_2011 – lyrics by david bowie
November rain
„Fallen Leaves“
In a crooked little town, they were lost and never found
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves… on the ground
I hitched a ride, until the coast
To leave behind, all of my ghosts
Searching for something, I couldn’t find at home
Can’t get no job, can you spare a dime?
Just one more hit, and I’ll be fine
I swear to God, this’ll be my one last time!
In a crooked little town, they were lost and never found
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves… on the ground
Run away before you drown, or the streets will beat you down
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves… on the ground
When it gets dark, in Pigeon Park
Voice in my head, will soon be fed
By the vultures, that circle round the dead!
In a crooked little town, they were lost and never found
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves… on the ground
Run away before you drown, or the streets will beat you down
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves… on the ground
I never once thought, I’d ever be caught!
Staring at sidewalks, hiding my track marks!
I left my best friends, or did they just leave me?
In a crooked little town, they were lost and never found
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves… on the ground
In a crooked little town, they were lost and never found
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves… on the ground
Run away before you drown, or the streets will beat you down
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves… on the ground
Run away before you drown!
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves… on the ground
Run away before you drown!
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves… on the ground
- Autumn 2011
Autumn leaves
The falling leaves drift by my window
The falling leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sunburned hands I used to hold
Since you went away the days grow long
And soon I’ll hear old winter’s song
But I miss you most of all, my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall
(Instrumental for 1 minute)
Since you went away the days grow long
And soon I’ll hear old winter’s song
But I miss you most of all, my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall
I miss you most of all, my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall
Song by Eva Cassidy – Picture – Made by www.polson.de 2011
Sleeping With Ghosts
The sea’s evaporating
Though it comes as no surprise
These clouds we’re seeing
They’re explosions in the sky
It seems it’s written
But we can’t read between the line
Hush, it’s ok
Dry your eye
Dry your eye
Soulmate dry your eye
Dry your eye
Soulmate dry your eye
’Cause soulmates never die
This one world vision
Turns us into compromise
What good’s religion
When it’s each other we despise?
Damn the government
Damn their killing
Damn their lies
Hush, it’s okay
Dry your eyes
Dry your eyes
Soulmate dry your eyes
Dry your eyes
Soulmate dry your eyes
’Cause soulmates never die
Soulmates never die
Never die
Soulmates never die
Never die…
Soulmates never die
Soulmates never die
Soulmates never die
Soulmates never die
„ I wanted to explore the relationship between the present and the memory. All of us sleep with ghosts from the past, we carry them with us and they have a permanent effect on our daily lives.
These ghosts embody all the people we loved, who have been important in our lives, who have changed us. While a lot of people spend their lives in therapy to manage them…I have the chance to carry them.“
Brian Molko/ Placebo about the song „Sleeping with ghosts“ ….
The atom will implode.
The fragile kingdom fall.
The tremor becomes a quake.
And there’s a body in the lake.
And as the two of us rebel,
And damn you all to hell.
I wonder: is this all there is?
Time will help you through,
But it doesn’t have the time
To give you all the answers to the never-ending why.
As a sound of silence grows,
As th spider’s kiss is laid.
The tumour becomes malign,
But the kids are doing fine.
And as the two of us rebel,
And damn you all to hell.
I wonder: is this all there is.
Time will help you through,
But it doesn’t have the time
To give you all the answers to the never-ending why.
Time will help you through,
But it doesn’t have the time
To give you all the answers to the never-ending why.
Time will help you through,
But it doesn’t have the time
To give you all the answers to the never-ending why.
Time will help you through,
But it doesn’t have the time
To give you all the answers to the never-ending why.
Time will help you through,
But it doesn’t have the time
To give you all the answers to the never-ending why.
[c] by PLACEBO & to you, son!
Ostern, Photoshop Illustration, Michael Pohl, www.polson.de
Frohe Ostern & feiert schön 
Red skies over paradise?
Down in their bunkers under the sea.
Men pressing buttons don’t care about me.
There’s lots of sand on the cellar floor.
We went down there for the night.
The barricades that my brother made keeps out the light.
Out in the park… children were playing.
Though it was dark the sky glowed red.
People were stunned, everyone waiting.
Nobody knew why… But I see it all now.
Down in their bunkers under the sea.
Men pressing buttons don’t care about me.
