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sidearmsandstarwars hat deine Fotoserie gerebloggt :

1. All guns are always loaded / toutes les armes…

Don’t forget…“know your target and what lies beyond it”

I agree 100 % with you. To justify my choice not to include that part of the rule, it’s not canonical and, for me, it’s part of the commentary about the rule.

Song of a gun (1) – Des armes, une chanson de Léo Ferré interprétée par Noir Désir.

Guns, nice and glossy,

that you need to carress as for pleasure

that you need to clean often for pleasure

the other one, of which the little girls are dreaming

Guns, blue like Earth

Guns that you have to keep warm in the depth of the soul

In the eyes, in the heart, into a woman’s arms

Guns that you keep inside you, as if you keep a riddle

Guns in the days of hiding

Under the grass, in the sky, also on the paper,

Guns that make you daydream very late while reading

and put some poetry in the speeches

Guns, guns, guns,

and on-duty poets with fingers on the trigger

to put fire at the last cigarette

at the end of a french sentence

bright as a tear

The band is Noir Désir, whose singer is know for having killed his girlfriend in a drunken fistfight and the poem is by Léo Ferré, Monte-Carlo official’s anarchist. It’s mostly about bizarre sexual perversions, resistance to oppression and litterature.

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A new old song for @alte-hase

Oh Marlène
Hearts are bleeding
And get caught on
Top of your thigh

Oh Marlène
In your blood
Is flowing soldiers’
Love

And when they die
Or fall asleep
It’s the warmth of
Your voice
That soothes them
And drags them
Outside the battle-
Field

Oh Marlène
It’s hatred that
Brought us here
But Marlène,
In your blood
Flowed soldiers’
Love

And when they die,
Or fall asleep,
It’s in your arms
They are sinking
And are burning
Like a cigarette
Between
Your fingers

Hier und immer
Da kennt man sie
Kreuz unter Kreuzen
Marlene immer liebt

Galerie

En route pour l’Ajoie.

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Noir Désir – Des armes (by Eisenherz)

Guns, nice and glossy,

that you need to clean often for pleasure

that you need to carress as for pleasure

the other one, of which the little girls are dreaming

Guns, blue like Earth

Guns that you have to keep warm in the depths of the soul

In the eyes, in the heart, into a woman’s arms

Guns that you keep inside you, as if you keep a riddle

Guns in the days of hiding

Under the grass, in the sky, also on the paper,

Guns that make you daydream very late while reading

and put some poetry in the speeches

Guns, guns, guns,

and on-duty poets with fingers on the trigger

to put fire at the last cigarette

at the end of a french sentence

bright as a tear

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Noir Désir – Des armes (by Eisenherz)

Guns, nice and glossy,

that you need to clean often for pleasure

that you need to carress as for pleasure

the other one, of which the little girls are dreaming

Guns, blue like Earth

Guns that you have to keep warm in the depths of the soul

In the eyes, in the heart, into a woman’s arms

Guns that you keep inside you, as if you keep a riddle

Guns in the days of hiding

Under the grass, in the sky, also on the paper,

Guns that make you daydream very late while reading

and put some poetry in the speeches

Guns, guns, guns,

and on-duty poets with fingers on the trigger

to put fire at the last cigarette

at the end of a french sentence

bright as a tear