Dann fange ich doch mal an.....

  • - baue/entwickle Möbel .... wofür man kein Werkzeug zu Montage benötigt / Bevorzugt Betten (😉)

    Das hört sich für mich sehr interessant an muss ich sagen.

  • 😂 ist noch ein original LA👍

    👍

    Ich habe noch eine original LA Regen Jacke, während eines Monday Night Game im Stadion Fan Shop gekauft. Leider haben sich meine Körperformen etwas zu sehr ausgedehnt, weshalb sie mir nicht mehr passt und nur noch am Kleiderhacken hängt. 😂

    Da ich ja im Moment die Zeit totschlagen muss ;) .... und gerade mal wieder darüber gestolpert bin muss ich das UNBEDINGT teilen. Sorry. Einfach immer noch sooooooo geil.....und ja, natürlich der Bezug zum IGN und Hobby. Passt hoffentlich hier rein.


    Play it loud - UP THE IRONS




    Text (frei nach oder inspiriert von Samuel Taylor Coleridge)


    The Rime of the Ancient Mariner


    Hear the rime of the ancient mariner

    See his eye as he stops one of three

    Mesmerizes one of the wedding guests

    Stay here and listen to the nightmares of the sea


    And the music plays on, as the bride passes by

    Caught by his spell and the mariner tells his tale


    Driven south to the land of the snow and ice

    To a place where nobody's been

    Through the snow fog flies on the albatross

    Hailed in God's name, hoping good luck it brings


    And the ship sails on, back to the North

    Through the fog and ice and the albatross follows on


    The mariner kills the bird of good omen

    His shipmates cry against what he's done

    But when the fog clears, they justify him

    And make themselves a part of the crime


    Sailing on and on and north across the sea

    Sailing on and on and north 'til all is calm


    The albatross begins with its vengeance

    A terrible curse a thirst has begun

    His shipmates blame bad luck on the mariner

    About his neck, the dead bird is hung


    And the curse goes on and on at sea

    And the curse goes on and on for them and me


    "Day after day, day after day

    We stuck nor breath nor motion

    As idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean

    Water, water everywhere and

    All the boards did shrink

    Water, water everywhere nor any drop to drink"


    There calls the mariner

    There comes a ship over the line

    But how can she sail with no wind in her sails and no tide


    See, onward she comes

    Onward she nears out of the sun

    See, she has no crew

    She has no life, wait but here's two


    Death and she life in death

    They throw their dice for the crew

    She wins the mariner and he belongs to her now

    Then, crew one by one

    They drop down dead, two hundred men

    She, she, life in death

    She lets him live, her chosen one


    "One after one by the star dogged moon

    Too quick for groan or sigh

    Each turned his face with a ghastly pang

    And cursed me with his eye

    Four times fifty living men

    (And I heard nor sigh nor groan)

    With heavy thump, a lifeless lump

    They dropped down one by one"


    The curse it lives on in their eyes

    The mariner he wished he'd die

    Along with the sea creatures

    But they lived on, so did he


    And by the light of the moon

    He prays for their beauty not doom

    With heart he blesses them

    God's creatures all of them too


    Then the spell starts to break

    The albatross falls from his neck

    Sinks down like lead into the sea

    Then down in falls comes the rain


    Hear the groans of the long dead seamen

    See them stir and they start to rise

    Bodies lifted by good spirits

    None of them speak and they're lifeless in their eyes


    And revenge is still sought, penance starts again

    Cast into a trance and the nightmare carries on


    Now the curse is finally lifted

    And the mariner sights his home

    Spirits go from the long dead bodies

    Form their own light and the mariner's left alone


    And then a boat came sailing towards him

    It was a joy he could not believe

    The pilot's boat, his son and the hermit

    Penance of life will fall onto him


    And the ship it sinks like lead into the sea

    And the hermit shrives the mariner of his sins


    The mariner's bound to tell of his story

    To tell this tale wherever he goes

    To teach God's word by his own example

    That we must love all things that God made


    And the wedding guest's a sad and wiser man

    And the tale goes on and on and on

  • Wieso Zeit totschlagen...🤔🙄

  • Das ist doch alles kein Beinbruch...☺️

    Gibt da ja noch so viele andere Dinge...

    Bloß Fallout...das ist doof...

    Würde dich jetzt moralisch Aufbauen...👍

    Wünsche Dir gute Besserung...und das Fallout zeitnah läuft...

    Hebe Dir auch ein Stück Kuchen auf...

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