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Raymond Passworthy: Oh, God, is there ever to be any age of happiness? Is there never to be any rest?

Oswald Cabal: Rest enough for the individual man – too much, and too soon – and we call it death. But for Man, no rest and no ending. He must go on, conquest beyond conquest. First this little planet with its winds and ways, and then all the laws of mind and matter that restrain him. Then the planets about him and at last out across immensity to the stars. And when he has conquered all the deeps of space and all the mysteries of time, still he will be beginning.

Raymond Passworthy: But… we’re such little creatures. Poor humanity’s so fragile, so weak. Little… little animals.

Oswald Cabal: Little animals. If we’re no more than animals, we must snatch each little scrap of happiness and live and suffer and pass, mattering no more than all the other animals do or have done. Is it this? Or that? All the universe? Or nothingness? Which shall it be, Passworthy? Which shall it be?

Dialogue from H.G. Wells’ “Shape of things to come”, 1936

Dear Roland!

Do you remember the olden times?
I was 14 or 15, you where 5 years older…
We used to live in the same appartment complex.

You where just my 2nd degree cousin
but for me you where the big brother at that time,
the brother I so desperately longed for…

You where a gifted one,
a great painter and graphic artist,
a beautiful, tall and sportive guy,
a real ladies man
and everybody only had the highest hopes for and expectations in you.

Maybe thats why it all went wrong…

You where already heavy into drinkin,
and as a good and proud little brother I joined you.

I used to leave for school around 7,
but hid near my house where I could see when my mother left for work,
then we met, went to the supermarket, bought our first 2 litres of wine,
and sat at my moms place drinkin…
around noon we got the next bottles of wine
and usually passed out drunk sometime in the afternoon…
Before mom came home, we got up again,
scored some liquor and where off to the nearby woods
to continue drinking, and drinkin, and drinking……

After mom went to bed, I got home,
tryin not to wake her, so she wouldn’t see the state i was in.

It went like that for about 2 years,
till I woke up puking everyday,
till I had dropped out of school cause i haven’t been there enough anyway.

I realised then, this would kill me sooner or later,
so I tried to keep away from you….

I found a girl,
stopped drinking,
avoided contact with you..

I wasn’t strong enough to keep you from going on,
and i didn’t want to drown in your downward spiral…

I think over the last 20 years, I only saw you a cpl of times,
you where always drunk, it was always an akward feeling to see you…

Last tuesday you died,
your inner organs quit on you,
like me and so many people who loved you,
but didn’t have the power to help.

You where a gifted one my friend
I don’t feel guilty for deserting you as a reflex of self preservation,
but I am terribly and deeply sorry I was in no position to help you…

I missed you those last years,
and I will always miss you

I love you

Patsy

P.s.: Hard to still believe it might all be just one big fucking joke !!

Check out my latest project, the MySpace page for “Tribute to a Wedding Anniversary” (http://www.myspace.com/tributetoaweddinganniversary)
My work includes the Logo, their myspace profile page, photography, promo texts, banner(s), wallpapers for fans, etc….
Their music is great, it’s fun to work with them and I am entirely thankful for being given the opportunity to develop the visual appearance of a great band,…..

a Tribute -
Resurrection to songs that should neither be forgotten
nor lost in the floods and tides of time…
A french keyboarder and singer,
former member of “A Wedding Anniversary”,
joined by two sisters of russian origin
representing a new generation,
not only revive those songs,
but re-invent them,
rejuvinate the old blood running in those artworks’ veins,
fill them with life again,…

Those three musicians are getting ready now,
ready to step out of their cavelike rehearsal room,
ready to face the bright lights of the stage,
to bring you a full hearted, red blooded

Tribute to A Wedding Anniversary

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I wish to all o’ ya a happy happy St.Patricks day and present to you “Danny Boy” performed by Sinead O Connor on The Late Late show Christmas 1993 , and as for Ireland, I pray to the Dark Stars for peace up there!! It’s two nations, two religions but only one Ireland, and for each and everyone up there it’s only ONE life. Live it wisely, love , party , have fun and don’t endulge in violence. Peace !!

Ah Danny boy, the pipes,
the pipes are calling
From glen to glen,
and down the mountain side

The summer’s gone,
and all the flowers are falling
‘Tis you, ’tis you
must go and I must bide

But come ye back
when summer’s in the meadow
Or when the valley’s hushed
and white with snow

And I’ll be here
in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy,
I love you so

But if you come,
and all the flowers are falling
And I am dead,
as dead I may well be

You’ll come and find
the place where I am lying
And kneel and say
an “Ave” there for me

And I will hear,
though soft your tread above me
And o’er my grave
will warmer sweeter be

And you will bend
and tell me that you love me
And I will sleep
in peace until you come to me

But if I live
and should you die for Ireland
Let not your dying thoughts
be just of me

But say a prayer to God
for our dearest Island
I know He’ll hear
and help to set her free

And I will take your pike
and place my dearest
And strike a blow,
though weak the blow may be

Twill help the cause
to which your heart was nearest
Oh Danny Boy, Oh, Danny boy
I love you so.

Herta Oeltze
born Aug. 26th 1931 (as Herta Plank)
died Feb. 18th 2009

The dark and cold one,
the eternal,
the unescapable,
remorselessly swung his scythe again,
taking another member of my family,
into the depths of his realm…

It’s hard to tell anyone about my dear Aunt Herta,
without evoking the picture of an unlikeable person
in someone who did not know her.

She was a harsh person,
extremely negative in her perception of the world,
widow to a small time con artist and womanizer,
mother of two sons and a late born daughter,
none of those made it easy for her,
none of those had it easy with her.

She partly raised my father and
also took me under her wings,
when our mothers where to busy working,
eagerly trying to provide for their sons.

(Great-) Aunt Herta,
bitter and dark as she was,
had a heart as big as a mountain,
truly loved her sons and nephews,
not only despite but also because
we where dodgers, rascals and pranksters.

Aunt Herta left us at the age of almost 78,
when she began to lack the power to provide for herself,
when the retirement home seemed the only way to go,
if she wanted to survive.

I regret not having visited her when she was in hospital
some weeks ago,
too agonised I think I was by my experiences with Viola,
not wishing to witness another of my kin fade away.
So I missed that opportunity to say goodbye.

I am sorry Auntie, deeply so.

So, grim reaper,
i strongly suggest,
when Aunt Herta is cooking something for you,
you’d best take your place at the table immediately,
with washed hands,
sit upright,
show manners,
eat up and don’t forget to praise her cooking skills adequately,
treat this woman with respect,
or she’ll show you,
I can promise that.

Herta, you where one of my darkest stars,
and deep down you knew,
and you taught me in many ways,
It’s all just one big fucking Joke!!

Thank you
with all my heart
your rascal Patrick

…However unbelieveable it is, the lights on stage turn off at about 20:27, then the lights in the crowd, and there it is: the intro, known as the one at the end of the song that is going to come up next: OROBORUS. First song of the new album! …

Read the complete review at our Fansite for Gojira on MySpace: “A Gig To Behold…”