›Ding Dong! The Witch Is Dead‹ could reach number one following Margaret Thatcher's death

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Wachet auf: MENDELSSOHN, immerwieder mendelssohn; wie groß diese musik... | er bezieht sich da auf j.s. bach (sein übervorbild): seine vorlage.

wer den text (»steht auf, die lampe nehmt« ???) verständlicherweise kryptisch findet: hier der ausgangstext: ›das gleichnis von den 10 jungfrauen‹: niemand kennt den tag & die stunde.

nein, ich bin kein frömmler: aber wer sowas goutieren will, muss sich vorurteilsfrei darauf einlassen, was komponisten ihm als [ihren eigenen ideologischen] background anbieten. | toleranz | kunst wird beliebig, wenn man sie den gedanklichen wurzeln ihrer erschaffer beraubt.

nieder mit it

Unseen footage of David Bowie from the past 40 years will be included in a new documentary about the reclusive rockstar.

The show, which will be broadcast on BBC Two in May, will focus on five critical years of his career - 1971, 1975, 1977, 1980 and 1983 - before looking at his latest album, The Next Day, which is due for release in March.

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noten grade bestellt, ukulele gestern am tresen gekauft.

#selbstversuch

If you could read my mind love What a tale my thoughts could tell Just like an old time movie 'Bout a ghost from a wishin' well In a castle dark or a fortress strong With chains upon my feet You know that ghost is me And I will never be set free As long as I'm a ghost that you can't see

If I could read your mind love What a tale your thoughts could tell Just like a paperback novel The kind that drugstores sell When you reach the part where the heartaches come The hero would be me But heroes often fail And you won't read that book again Because the ending's just too hard to take

I'd walk away like a movie star Who gets burned in a three way script Enter number two A movie queen to play the scene Of bringing all the good things out in me But for now love, let's be real I never thought I could ACT this way And I've got to say that I just don't get it I don't know where we went wrong But the feelin's gone And I just can't get it back

If you could read my mind love What a tale my thoughts could tell Just like an old time movie 'Bout a ghost from a wishin' well In a castle dark or a fortress strong With chains upon my feet But stories always end And if you read between the lines You'll know that I'm just tryin' to understand The feelin's that you lack I never thought I could feel this way And I've got to say that I just don't get it I don't know where we went wrong But the feelin's gone And I just can't get it back

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The Poke guide to Festival Dancers

der erste truckstopper ist tot. ein anfang.