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I will not open myself up this way again

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Sven Etan Binkert

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I will not open myself up this way again

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Titel: Eine Zeile aus einem meiner Lieblingssongs: SONG FOR ZULA von PHOSPHORESCENT
https://youtu.be/TMox3At4BU4?si=TMSrWgVg0Cj718vN

Mein YouTube-Kanal mit musikalischen Videos, welche ich bildtechnisch gestaltet habe:
https://youtube.com/@svenetanbinkert1934?si=nF0JaFFI_SwSEpf0

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Susacu 15/08/2024 19:24
Ein schönes Bild…diesen Trend allerdings mag ich nicht so…wieviele dieser Paare sind wohl noch vereint???
LG susanne
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- Susacu 15/08/2024 19:38
  Ein schöner trauriger Song..leider kann ich ihn nicht so gut verstehen!!
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- Sven Etan Binkert 15/08/2024 20:09
  Hier der Text zum Nachlesen:
  
  Some say love, it's a burning thing
  That it makes a fiery ring
  Oh, but I know love as a fading thing
  Just as fickle as a feather in a stream
  See, honey, I saw love, you see, it came to me
  It put its face up to my face so I could see
  Yeah, honey, I saw love disfigure me
  Into something I am not recognizing
  
  See, the cage, it called, and I said, come on in
  I will not open myself up this way again
  Nor lay my face to the soil, nor my teeth to the sand
  I will not lay like this for days now upon end
  You will not see me fall, nor see me struggle to stand
  To be acknowledge by some touch from his gnarled hands
  You see, the cage, it called, and I said, come on in
  I will not open myself up this way again
  
  You see, the moon is bright in that treetop night
  I see the shadows that we cast in the cold, clean light
  My feet are gold, my heart is white
  And we race out on the desert plains all night
  See, honey, I am not some broken thing
  I do not lay here in the dark waiting for thee
  No, my heart is gold, my feet are light
  And I am racing out on the desert plains all night
  
  So some say love, it's a burning thing
  That it makes a fiery ring
  Oh, but I know love as a caging thing
  Just a killer come to call from some awful dream
  Oh, and all you folks, you come to see
  You just stand there in the glass looking at me
  But my heart is wild, and my bones are steam
  And I could kill you with my bare hands if I was free
  
  Herzlich, Sven
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- Susacu 15/08/2024 20:34
  Vielen lieben Dank…das ist super nett von dir!!
  Ein schöner aber trauriger Text!
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- Sven Etan Binkert 15/08/2024 20:49
  Gerne doch. Schön, traurig und für mich auch irgendwie heilsam, tröstend.
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