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Albatross

There is a bird,
that sailors have crowned to be the ruler;
he flies around the earth
from the south pole to the north.
No goal is too far:
The albatross knows no boundaries.

He sails with dignity,
wanders through the air, as if he were a god.
He follows their ships
on the high seas, through cliffs, intoxicating his flight:
He seeks their way through the sea.

And the storms are crashing with brute force
on the oceans, so far,
then he flies with fire and rises tremendously
to the freedom of the seas.

But when he is caught
in arm-heavy slings with malice and cunning,
then the wings break;
it mourns, the sea, that misses the ruler:
Being trapped means death to him.

The slaves of the earth,
mocked and hurt, they shared his fate,
when he was tied up,
Bleeding on the shore, his flight is broken:
The albatross was their symbol.

But the vastness calls him, the endless power,
then he storms out into the open with boundless strength;
he swings his wings, blows up locks and bolts
the shackles and chains.

And when the walls pile up
and grab him, from clouds like lead;
and when lightnings hit him,
he fights the obstacle with his wings.
He also finds his way in a hurricane

No More was founded by Andy A. Schwarz (vocals, guitar, bass), Tina Sanudakura (synthesizers), Christian Darc (drums, vocals) and Thomas Welz (bass, vocals) in Kiel, a seaside town in the northern part of Germany. The 7-inch EP "Too Late" was the first release in 1980 and was recorded in a small laundry-room with a 4-track TEAC (the EP was reviewed in the German SOUNDS-magazine as "strangely, archaic music, brute sound that seems to be recorded with a purposely damaged 4-track"). After the departure of Thomas Welz at the end of 1980, No More worked as a trio until the end of 1983.

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Kate: “It's the first song I've ever written in the studio. It's not specifically about Ireland, it's just putting the case of a mother in these circumstances, how incredibly sad it is for her. How she feels she should have been able to prevent it. If she'd bought him a guitar when he asked for one.”
((Radio 1, BBC, 11 October 1980)

Hans Zimmer : Interstellar - Main Theme & No Time For Caution [ORGAN] - Laura aux Mains d'Argent

Put it all together, and X isn’t just worth less than Musk paid for it, but likely less than its debt. Assume that the company’s revenue last year was $4.7 billion, based on results before it was taken private. If advertising has dropped by half, then this year’s sales should be a bit over $2.5 billion. Put that on the same enterprise-value-to-sales multiple as Snap, which is down to a mere 3 times, and X is worth around $8 billion.

Elon Musk’s X is a black hole of value

Die Kommunikationsplattform X, die als Twitter bekannt geworden ist, verliert bei Unternehmen in Deutschland an Boden. Seit der Übernahme durch den Tech-Milliardär Elon Musk vor gut einem Jahr veröffentlichen 43 Prozent der Firmen nach eigenen Angaben dort weniger Beiträge oder haben eigene Posts ganz eingestellt.

Internet: Unternehmen fahren Aktivitäten auf Twitter/X zurück

Velvet Road - Jean-Michel Jarre - 2003
Velvet Road

Wait, by Figure Study

Deine Lakaien is a German band project active since 1985. It is formed by the vocalist Alexander Veljanov and by the composer and multi-instrumentalist Ernst Horn. The group unites influences from dark wave with pop music and elements of avant-garde

Deine Lakaien - Return
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R51_fmw2oXU
Deine Lakaien - Return (Official Video)

Glass garden
Glass garden
It is formed like by the water, frozen.
Cracked laughter.
Elves rush together between the clear flowers
Of the frozen-like branches, of the glass-like trees.
Do they live well?
They don't cast shadows,
Only broken images.
They glow.
In the glass garden
Time gets lost
And stays as a moment.

(Refrain)
Only the moon shows the way to tomorrow morning,
Allows a new day for the sun.
The moon kisses light in the glass garden.

Only the moon shows the way to tomorrow morning,
Allows a new day for the sun.
The moon kisses light in the glass garden.

Nothing smells,
The fruits are tasteless.
Who enjoys it?
Good...
In the crystals light gets lost.
The flowers look brittle and frigid.
Whom should I send this cold,
To realize this emptiness?
It is impossible to gather them,
They burst in thousand of shards,
The tiny cristals, that sing scattering around,
Accompanying the breathe of the elves,
For everyone
Who is ready to listen to.

(Refrain)
Only the moon shows the way to tomorrow morning,
Allows a new day for the sun.
The moon kisses light in the glass garden.

Only the moon shows the way to tomorrow morning,
Allows a new day for the sun.
The moon kisses light in the glass garden.

(Refrain)
Only the moon shows the way to tomorrow morning,
Allows a new day for the sun.
The moon kisses light in the glass garden.

How everything is so clear, smooth, pure
How everything is so clear, smooth, pure

Only the moon shows the way to tomorrow morning,
Allows a new day for the sun.
The moon kisses light in the glass garden.

(Intro/Refrain)
Entirely of glass,
Cold as ice,
Every tree, glass garden.
Everything blossoms purely
Like crystals, in the glass garden.

Entirely of glass,
Cold as ice,
Every tree, glass garden
Everything blossoms purely
Like crystals, in the glass garden.

Everything
Blossoms purely like,
Like crystals,
For me in the glass garden.

(Refrain)
Entirely of glass,
Cold as ice,
Every tree, glass garden.
Everything blossoms purely
Like crystals, in the glass garden.

Entirely of glass,
And cold as ice,
Every tree in the glass garden
Blossoms so purely
Like crystals
Everything
In the glass garden.

(Refrain)
Entirely of glass,
Cold as ice,
Every tree, glass garden.
Everything blossoms purely
Like crystals, in the glass garden.

And the flowers look brittle,
It's completely impossible to gather them.
They burst in crystals
That sing softly while scattering around.
And the breathe of the gentle elves
That accompany with the quietest tone,
Through the garden, entirely of light,
To the one, if he can still hear.

(Refrain)
Entirely of glass,
Cold as ice,
Every tree, glass garden.
Everything blossoms purely
Like crystals, in the glass garden.

Entirely of glass and
Cold as ice is,
Every tree here
In the glass garden

Everything
Blossom purely
Like crystals
For me in the glass garden

(Outro/Refrain)
Entirely of glass,
Cold as ice,
Every tree, glass garden.
Everything blossoms purely
Like crystals, in the glass garden.
Goethes Erben & Peter Heppner - Glasgarten