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  • „Filmriss“ by Knochenfabrik („blackout“ by Bonefactory) in a way one of the saddest songs I know.

    Original [2023 remix]

    Great cover with more emphasis on the sadness of the topic

    Wir hatten uns nicht vorgenommen 
    Jemals auf die Welt zu kommen 
    Und trotzdem is es irgendwie passiert 
    Als wir uns schließlich selbst erkannten 
    Und alles ziemlich scheiße fanden 
    Hatten wir das Wichtigste kapiert

    Denn solange wir noch kriechen können, geht noch einer rein 
    Wir trinken uns den Schädelknochen leer 
    Denn so hohl wie unser Leergut, wollen wir für immer sein 
    Alles andre intressiert uns längst nicht mehr

    We never planned to be born, and yet, somehow, it happened

    When we finally recognized ourselves and thought everything was pretty shitty, at least we figured out what really mattered:

    Because as long as we can still crawl, there’s room for one more we drink until our skulls are empty

    Because we want to be forever as hollow as our empty bottles.

    Everything else doesn’t matter anymore








  • Suggestion (Wild Ass guessing):

    Parent: Never intended to hurt child, only wants „the best“ for Child. (At least their interpretation of the best)

    Also Parent: Hurts Child because „the best“ is in fact against Childs needs an Child is caught between Parents intentions and their own interest.

    Child: Never know’s when Parent will start a triggering conversation out of nowhere an is constantly distressed by Parents presence.

    Edit: I think it’s difficult if you always knew your child’s needs better than they do when they were still small and suddenly they develop their own idea of life and it differs a lot from your own ideals. I hope I‘ll know if my kids are doing something actually stupid or just something I haven’t thought of or don’t like.





  • Thanks for reminding me of his name (his story I remembered)

    Sorry, I wasn’t precise: I don’t interact with people beyond a certain level of „unhingedness“ in social media. Face to face on the other hand I think it’s important to speak up (if you don’t put yourself in harms way). But even in real life there’s a point where I end the communication: When I get the feeling, the other person is only using me as a jump pad to push his talking points on bystanders or is not interested in actually listening to each other.

    A Wiglaf Droste said something about this over thirty years ago and I like his statement, because he takes Nazis seriously and thinks they are capable of making their own decisions and should live with the consequences of those decisions:

    Everyone is seeking dialogue with right-wing extremists. Why? Do they have anything to say? Isn’t it already well known what they think, demand, and propagate? […] Do we have to sniff every trash can? No one votes for Nazis or becomes one because they are mistaken about their goals—the opposite is true: Nazis are Nazis because they want to be. One of the most unpleasant German traits—that dripping self-pity and pity for one’s own countrymen—turns such evolutionary aberrations into poor, misguided souls, essentially good but just a bit unstable, etc., “people,” in any case, according to Heinz Eggert [german politician from the 90‘s], “for whom we must fight.”

    Why? I am completely indifferent to the fate of Nazis; whether they go hungry, freeze, wet the bed, have bad dreams, etc., is none of my business. There is only one thing that interests me about them: that they be prevented from doing what they do when left unchecked—threatening and, if possible, killing those who do not fit into their cigar-box world. Whether they are locked up for it or have to be laid on the autopsy table is all the same to me, and anyone who dreams of the camp (for others) is welcome to go there themselves.