My bloody valentine`s day: Für immer allein in Chemnitz.

Wenn die Pralinen-Packungen herzförmig, wenn verzweifelte Singles noch verzweifelter und peinliche Pärchen noch peinlicher werden, wenn selbst an der Zenti rote Rosen blühen, dann, ja dann ist es wieder soweit: internationaler Tag der Blumenhändler, kurz Valentinstag. So viel Herz geht auch an uns eiskalten Bloggern nicht ganz spurlos vorbei. Denn: Nirgendwo fühlt sich Liebe schmerzhafter, nirgendwo fühlt sich Leben einsamer an, als in Chemnitz. Manch einer mag sich zwar nach wie vor an der rosaroten Brille festklammern und schwärmerische Herzchen auf Facebook-Pinwände kritzeln, wir aber haben längst erkannt, was von der Liebe übrig bleibt, wenn man sie der Realität aussetzt: Schmerz, Einsamkeit, der Brühl. Eine schonungslose Leidensgeschichte in Wort, Bild und Musik. Unser Soundtrack für einen traurigen Tag an den romantischsten Plätzen der Stadt.

Well I stepped into an avalanche, it covered up my soul:

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You who wish to conquer pain,
You must learn what makes me kind;
The crumbs of love that you offer me,
They’re the crumbs I’ve left behind.
Your pain is no credential here,
It’s just the shadow, shadow of my wound.
I have begun to long for you,
I who have no greed
I have begun to ask for you,
I who have no need.

So this is permanent, love’s shattered pride. What once was innocence, turned on its side:

IMG_0114+A cloud hangs over me, marks every move
Deep in the memory, of what once was love.
[…]

Now that I’ve realized how it’s all gone wrong,
Gotta find some therapy, this treatment takes too long.
Deep in the heart of where sympathy held sway,
Gotta find my destiny, before it gets too late.


Subway is a porno, pavements they are a mess:

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I had seven faces
Thought I knew which one to wear
But I’m sick of spending these lonely nights
Training myself not to care
The subway is a porno
Pavements they are a mess
I know you’ve supported me for a long time
Somehow I’m not impressed

But New York Chemnitz cares.
Chemnitz cares.

I am human and I need to be loved, just like everybody else does:

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There’s a club, if you’d like to go
You could meet somebody who really loves you
So you go, and you stand on your own
And you leave on your own
And you go home, and you cry
And you want to die.

That there – That’s not me.  I go where I please:
IMG_0100+In a little while
I’ll be gone
The moment’s already passed
Yeah it’s gone
And I’m not here
This isn’t happening

Never tell the one you want that you do. Save it for the deathbed, when you know you kept her wanting you:

IMG_0125+jesus christ you have confused me
cornered, wasted, blessed and used me
forgive me girls i am confused
stiff and pissed and lost and loose

Maybe there is a god above, but all I’ve ever learned from love, was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you:

IMG_0010+Baby I have been here before
I have seen this room, I’ve walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you.
I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah


Noch nicht deprimiert genug?
Hier noch ein paar musikalische Anregungen für den einsamen Nachtspaziergang.

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