gesetzt den fall, dass

Bar jeden Ausdruckes, unfähig einer klaren Artikulation, verzweifelt ob des sprachlichen Unvermögens fliehe ich mich in englische Lyrics. Ähnlich dramatisch wie in Büchners 'Woyzeck', versteht sich.

You Said Wouldn't It Be A Shame If I Knew How Great I Was Five Minutes Before I'd Died I'd Be Filled With Such Regret Before I Took My Last Breath And I Said You're Willing To Tell Me This Now And You're not Going To Die Anytime Soon [...] I Was Hoping I Was Hoping We Could Dance Together

# | 8.8.2003, 21:08 | nervous