Dies ist das archivierte jawl.


jawl bedeutet „just another Weblog“ und war vom 6.4.2001 bis zum 4.1.2018 das Blog von Christian Fischer. Das Blog wird nicht mehr weiter geschrieben, bleibt aber als Archiv online. ’cause: Don’t change a running URL ;)

In France a skinny man died of a big disease
With a little name
By chance his girlfriend came across a needle
And soon she did the same
At home there are 17 year old boys and their idea of fun
Is being in a gang called the ‚Disciples‘
High on crack and totin‘ a machine gun
Time – Time

Hurricane Annie ripped the ceiling off a church
And killed everyone inside
You turn on the telly and every other story
Is telling you somebody died
Sister killed her baby ‚cause she couldn’t afford to feed it
And we’re sending people to the moon
In September my cousin tried reefer for the very first time
Now he’s doing horse, it’s June
Times – Times

Is it silly, no, when a rocket ship explodes
And everybody still wants to fly
Some say a man ain’t happy unless a man truly dies
Oh why? Time – Time

Baby, make a speech, star wars fly
Neighbors just shine it on
But if a night falls and the bomb falls
Will anybody see the dawn?
Time – Time

It’s silly, no, when a rocket blows up
And everybody still wants to fly
Some say man ain’t happy truly until a man truly dies
Oh why? Oh why? Sign o‘ the times! Time – Time

Sign o‘ the times mess with your mind
Hurry before it’s too late
Let’s fall in love, get married, have a baby
We’ll call him Nate – if it’s a boy
Time – Time

(Prince, Sign oh the times)

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