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Greg Honda 2 years, 9 months ago.
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Man I would just love to gettin’ Wasted right now 🙁
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Mine.
Peace be with you Mr. Honda.
And this:
Peace be with you Mr. Honda.
Thanks Jacque’
Guess there’a first time for everything 😉
Das Lied daoben hat für mich ein bißchen zü viel Haß dabei. Nun brauche ich etwas sänftiger 🙂
Ich Mag diesen Kerl.
Echte gutes Tune nach meiner Meinung:
Alles gütes an Dir und die ändere Brüde
Machts Gut Kammeraden!
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That was a beautiful song Greg. Can you translate any of it for us? Someone posted this a couple of months ago and I thought it was great too.
That was a beautiful song Greg. Can you translate any of it for us? Someone posted this a couple of months ago and I thought it was great too.
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My pleasure.
I did it for myself so I could sing along in German: The Eglish translation is below the German.
So still, dass jeder von uns wusste, das hier ist
für immer, für immer und ein Leben und es war
so still, dass jeder von uns ahnte, hierfür gibts kein Wort,
das jemals das Gefühl beschreiben kann.So still, dass alle Uhren schwiegen,
ja, die Zeit kam zum Erliegen
so still und so verloren gingst du fort,
so still und so verloren gingst du fort.Ich hab soviel gehört und doch kommts niemals bei mir an
das ist der Grund, warum ich nachts nicht schlafen kann,
wenn ich auch tausend Lieder vom Vermissen schreib,
heißt das noch nicht, dass ich versteh,
warum dieses Gefühl für immer bleibt.So laut, die Stunden nach dem Ausschlag als es galt,
das alles zu erfassen und verstehen und es war
so laut, dass alles, was wir dachten, nichts als Leere zu uns brachte
so laut und so verloren war es hier,
als Stille bei uns wohnte anstatt Dir.Ich hab soviel gehört und doch kommts niemals bei mir an,
das ist der Grund, warum ich nachts nicht schlafen kann,
wenn ich auch tausend Lieder vom Vermissen schreib,
heißt das noch nicht das ich versteh,
warum dieses Gefühl für immer bleibt.So still, obwohl ich dich mit jedem Tag vermiss
und, wo immer du auch gerade bist,
du zeigst mir, dass Stille jetzt dein Freund geworden istIch hab soviel gehört und doch kommts niemals bei mir an
das ist der Grund, warum ich Nachts nicht schlafen kann,
wenn ich auch tausend Lieder vom Vermissen schreib,
heißt das noch nicht, dass ich versteh,
heißt das noch nicht, dass ist versteh.Ich hab soviel gehört und doch kommts niemals bei mir an,
das ist der Grund, warum ich Nachts nicht schlafen kann,
wenn ich auch tausend Lieder vom Vermissen schreib,
heißt das noch nicht, dass ich versteh,
warum dieses Gefühl für immer bleibtAnd English:
So silent,
that every one of us knew,
this is forever,
forever and a lifetime.
And it was so silent,
that every one of us suspected,
there isn’t a word for this,
which can describe this feeling.So silent, that all clocks remained silent,
yes, the march of time stopped,
you walked away so silent and so lost,
you walked away so silent and so lost.I have heard so much, and yet nothing has arrived for me,
that’s the reason why I can’t sleep at night.
And if I write a thousand songs about this feeling of missing,
doesn’t mean that I understand,
why this feeling lasts forever.So loud, the hours after the crash,
when I had to gather and to understand it all,
so loud, that everything we knew brought us nothing but emptiness.
So loud and so lost was it here,
as silence lived with us instead of you.I have heard so much, and yet nothing has arrived for me,
that’s the reason why I can’t sleep at night.
And if I write a thousand songs about this feeling of missing,
doesn’t mean that I understand,
why this feeling lasts forever.So silent, although I miss you every day,
and wherever you currently are,
you show me, that silence became your friend.I have heard so much, and yet nothing has arrived for me,
that’s the reason why I can’t sleep at night,
and if I write a thousand songs about this feeling of missing,
doesn’t mean that I understand,
doesn’t mean that I understand.I have heard so much, and yet nothing has arrived for me,
that’s the reason why I can’t sleep at night.
And if I write a thousand songs about this feeling of missing,
doesn’t mean that I understand,
why this feeling lasts forever.By the way, I cheated 😉 http://lyricstranslate.com/en/still-silent.html
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These sound ok too,
I think my mood must be lifting
By the way I’m seeing DYD tomorrow. Gonna’ buy him lunch or something.
See if I can chill him out a bit 🙂
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Anonymous43Your current mood is irrelevant.
What matters is
Did you accomplish anything productive today?
F~~~ your feelings.
ok my mood because I am planning out a new life and career course
I gotta throw the old bulls~~~ in a blender and then light it on fire.
Your current mood is irrelevant.
What matters is
Did you accomplish anything productive today?
F~~~ your feelings.
ok my mood because I am planning out a new life and career course
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I gotta throw the old bulls~~~ in a blender and then light it on fire.
Well, I shortened my life by 3 minutes everytime I smoked a ciggarette today, so that’s gotta be a positive achievment right?
I like your idea for a new career course!
Actually I thought of you when I saw this clip:
Looks like a swell job to me? Can’t understand why you ever wanted to leave 😉
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Don’t feel bad Greg, I was trying to re-assemble a Winchester 77 today (not the internal mag version but the tube mag version.) Took me countless tries; 4 hours and lost my religion a dozen times. I’m still cursing it to hell. But somehow I manged to get it back together. God I’m worn out, and my poor old hands are covered in little cuts and bruises.
Don’t feel bad Greg, I was trying to re-assemble a Winchester 77 today (not the internal mag version but the tube mag version.) Took me countless tries; 4 hours and lost my religion a dozen times. I’m still cursing it to hell. But somehow I manged to get it back together. God I’m worn out, and my poor old hands are covered in little cuts and bruises.
Reminds me of all the work I’ve done on this house. Lots of cuts bruises etc. Everytime I bleed and my blood flows into the wooden floor, or into the bricks of the walls, I think. Theres a bit of me that’s always going to be part of this house as long as it stands. Maybe I’ll come back and haunt future owners if I don’t think they’re keeping up with the maintence? 🙂
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