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CITY & COLOUR

ist das Solo-Akustik-Projekt des Sängers und Alexisonfire-Gitarristen Dallas Green. Zur Namensfindung des Ein-Mann-Projekts: Sein Vorname, Dallas, der Name einer Stadt (~City); sein Nachname, Green, der Name einer Farbe (~Colour) --> City&Colour! Klaro?!
Der wunderbare Herr Green hat bis dato 2 wundervolle Alben veröffentlicht, welche die Namen "Sometimes" und "Bring Me Your Love" tragen.

"Sometimes" (2005)

1. ...Off By Heart
2. Like Knives
3. Hello, I'm in Delaware
4. Save Your Scissors
5. In The Water, I Am Beautiful
6. Day Old Hate
7. Sam Malone
8. Comin' Home
9. Casey's Song
10. Sometimes (I Wish)


"Bring Me Your Love" (2008)

1. Forgive Me
2. Confessions
3. The Death Of Me
4. Body In A Box
5. The Sleeping Sickness
6. What Makes A Man?
7. Waiting...
8. Constant Knot
9. Against The Grain
10. The Girl
11. Sensible Heart
12. As Much As I Ever Could

gesehen und gepostet

Incubus.. dreaming!

I lean against the wind, pretend that i am weightless...

(www.hurricane.de)

Bonaparte - ANTI ANTI

Rise Against - Weeds Intro

Annabel Lee

Edgar Allan Poe, Annabel Lee

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea:
But we loved with a love that was more than love —
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me —
Yes! — that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we —
Of many far wiser than we —
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever disserver my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:

For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling — my darling — my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

The Raven

Auszug aus
Edgar Allan Poe, The Raven

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'