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Not today Justin
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@theartofmadeline
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
NASA
cherry valley forever
Today's Document
Origami Around
trying on a metaphor
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
dirt enthusiast
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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#extradirty
Mike Driver
KIROKAZE
祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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@mix-mir-einen-drink
Paul: "Was macht'n der Knopf da?" / "What does this button do?"
Flake: "Irgendwas funktioniert nicht richtig." / "Something's not working correctly."
Aljoscha: "Ach Flake, mach kein' Mist." / "Oh Flake, don't do shit."
Aljoscha: "Flake, unternimm mal wat!" / "Flake, do something!"
Feeling B: *verschwindet mit einem futuristischen Rauschen* / *disappears with a futuristic noise*
Full video with subtitles (GER & ENG):
some stupid dumb shiet
Unpopular opinions - Rammstein edition
Küss mich (Fellfrosch) is wayyyy too underrated
Till isn't hot
Spieluhr is one of the best Rammstein songs (Der Meister also)
Halt? Führe mich? Never heard of them
Till is my least favorite band member
Liese > Roter Sand
Haifisch MV is pretty sexist
Emigrate >>>>> Lindemann
Keine Lust isn't that good
What is Stirb nicht vor mir?
Sex really doesn't fit into the album
The guitar thing in Halleluja sounds like the one in Lied der unruhevollen Jugend
Tf is wrong with Paul? He is/was pro death penalty
I would accept a Deutschland making of instead of a new album
Du hast is wayyy too overrated
The whole Rosenrot Album is pretty nonexistant
(I LET YOU TALK TO ME ABOUT EVERYTHING !!!)
Here are a few of mine:
I need Feuerräder to be a Song on an album, not just a demo
In don't like the Keine Lust, Mein Land and Benzin MVs
I don't like the Lindemann music
Most Rosenrot songs are pretty lame
Some lyrics can be taken as a little bit too sexist
I'm happy that Vergiss uns nicht and Gib mir deine Augen didn't became songs on an album
Alles Gute zum Geburtstag, Paule ♡
Rammstein - Deutschland mv - behind the scenes
..should folks from Rammstein management be reading this:
...we'd still like the 'Making of' of this video (don't you think we forgot..) 🍀
Tuesday morning textpost memes
Soft paulchard 💕
Time for some soft Paulchard, not even needing kissing 😍
Richard laying his head on Paul's shoulder, Paul leaning back so they can have a cheek to cheek
A little bit of touching of the hands, hidden behind their guitars, before leaning in playing brow against brow.
..or when passing eachother on stage..
..eventually working up to Richard actually grabbing Paul's hand in mid air..looking at Paul's smile, he hadn't expected it, but certainly doesn't mind..
..not just that Paul dances up to Richard, but he's careful not to startle him by grabbing immediately (cold hands?), but first touches, letting him know he's there, then unfolding his hand on Richard's tummy..
..the tummy attraction is not a one time thing, Paul casually letting his hand linger..
..it's not a one way street, in return Richard slips his hands around Paul's waist, having a moment between songs on stage.. (the ease with which this happens shows it's not the first time..)
..having fun during an interview, this laugh is not for the camera, this is them being themselves and a camera happens to be on..
..when the music is too loud to talk, holding guitars is limiting their physical possibilities, there are always options.. (still think it's cute Paul put this on his IG story)..
..okay, one little kiss then, but also a comforting hug when one is needed...💕
Emigrate - I'm Still Alive (Official Video)
Beautiful. I love this video. And those GIFs are awesome. 🥰💚
Pauls Casino Royale Themed Birthday Party
Its less than a month to go till Paul’s next birthday! I know its highly unlikely that he would even do this again, but each year i am still hoping that pictures of weirdly dressed-up friends of Paul would start appearing in Instragam like in glorious 2017 when Paul had 70-s themed birthday party :D
if that happens to appear on IG, you know what i’m going to post here all day… 😁
This is exactly how I would imagine a Paul-Landers-Birthday-Party.
Emigrate - I'm still alive (video 2021)
Love it ❤🖤
Nur so aus Langeweile
Tuesday morning textpost memes
Alles Gute zum Geburtstag, Flake ♡
Flake interview 2018 Süd-deutsche Zeitung
2018-01-22 interview by Juliane Liebert, in the series 'What is homeland' for newspaper Süddeutsche Zeitung (SZ), photo by Olaf Heine
Rammstein-Keyboarder Flake über die "Blase von Reichen" am Prenzlauer Berg, Volkseigentum und Mähdrescher.
"There are now a lot of unpleasant people living here"
Rammstein keyboardist Flake returned to live in his childhood home in Prenzlauer Berg, "in a bubble of rich people". A conversation about home, national property and combine harvesters.
As the only East German band that has ever achieved real world fame - and that with German lyrics - Rammstein are unique, purgatory in the shape of an art performance that with a rolling R, their martial demeanor and the morbid lyrics of their homeland drives out folksy kitsch. Flake, 51, whose real name is Christian Lorenz, has written two books, the last one being "Today is the world's birthday", which, in addition to the formation of the band, deal a lot with the Berlin district of Prenzlauer Berg. The other band members also live there. Actually, he says, they are his true home by now.
SZ: You live in the house you grew up in, in Prenzlauer Berg in Berlin .
Flake: Yes, again since a few years. I spent my entire childhood here and I can well remember how we all played on the streets back then. I have fond memories of this neighborhood. Although it's state must have appeared very gray and dreary to an outsider back then. There were whole streets where there wasn't even one open shop. There was crumbling plaster that had fallen off og the facade of the house. Everything was a single shade of gray. There were few cars and a lot of war damage. When I was born, in 1966, the war was just 21 years ago. That is shorter than the time that has passed since the fall of the Wall.
The war was more present for you then, than the GDR is now?
Yes. When I was a child, you saw many widows who sat at window sills in their black clothes and complained that where a house had been bombed away, grass, flowers, and corn grew. I thought that was beautiful. That was my feeling of 'home' as a child in Prenzlauer Berg.
Did the dilapidated state of the city open up playroom for the children?
Everything was freer, because nothing was forbidden because there was so little, there was no need to forbid things. We played soccer on the roofs. Opposite is a cemetery where we also played as children. Every morning I watched the funerals from the window. One had the feeling that people were dying all the time, that death didn't just happen once in a lifetime, but was always there. The district now and the streets of my childhood have nothing to do with each other. It is as if the residence has been moved to another city.
To which city?
Nuremberg maybe. There is a lot here that reminds me of a small West German town. I had to end the idea in my head that this is the Prenzlauer Berg that I know and love. There are now a lot of unpleasant people living here. The workers are gone, the old people are gone because they could no longer afford the rents. You live here in a bubble of rich, well-bred people. You can skip "well-behaved". They do things that I would never have dreamed of. Talking loudly into your cell phone at the cash register. We are fortunate that we can afford an property here thanks to the band.
Are Berliners more homeless than they used to be?
I think rather that the term home is not yet defined in such a way that many can do something with it. On the one hand this is the place where you grew up, but on the other hand there are also circumstances that can make a place your home. There are many places in the world that I would call homeland without me being born there. When I go to the Czech Republic or Poland and walk through the streets on a winter evening, it smells like it used to smell here because they still use coal stoves. And that coal smell, the ash, the potato smell from the cellar, it smells just like it did in my childhood. I feel at home there - despite the different language.
For many, home is closely linked to smells. The sense of smell is the most directly effective sense.
When you say that "homeland" is where you come from, home for me is the GDR. Less as a place, but more as a state. The ideology of the GDR is my home. We grew up believing that society was evolving, from primitive society, slave-holding society, feudalism, capitalism, socialism, communism. That was a clear path for us. The field is public property, you don't go there. The machines belong to everyone. Seemed logical to me as a child, who's that stupid and buys a combine harvester for himself. I have internalized this so much that I feel at home in this system, although it no longer exists.
Isn't the longing for the childhood home always a longing for something that has disappeared ?
There are many places for me that feel like home. The place where I grew up no longer arouses these feelings.
Is music a home for a musician?
The crazy thing is that music is the only thing that can effortlessly overcome boundaries. We were able to listen to west stations in the GDR because we lived in Berlin. When the SFB played Sex Pistols, we heard it in the same second as the West Berliners. As East-people we were ten years behind in everything, but in music we were on the same level. We were free then. There was a crazy phenomenon as a musician in the GDR.
Which was?
That it was like an imaginary world. The western bands didn't come to the east. We didn't get to the west. The real rock bands didn't exist for us. They were like from a fantasy world. As a band, we never had to measure ourselves against the "real" bands. Since it was impossible that the Stones would ever come to East Germany, anyone could pretend to be the Stones - or even better. A musical world of its own developed that was completely bizarre because it had nothing to do with the real world.
A bubble.
In addition, there was no regular record sale. Records were pressed and sold, and the musicians were paid based on how many musicians had recorded which tracks. You could sell five records or 500,000 and as a musician get the same money. Which is completely absurd. At the same time, it was a huge opportunity because nobody tried to make music that was commercially successful. This made the East-bands very peculiar. That's why we did punk because we didn't care if someone bought it.
Did this basic attitude make bands like Feeling B and later Rammstein possible?
Yes. The everyday life of a band does not consist of the one and a half hours on stage, but rather the before and after. The moments of happiness that you have. That became my home.
So is the band your home?
Yes. It sounds cheesy and trite, but Rammstein is also home. These are the people I feel I belong to. With whom I spend my life. I've spent more time with them than with my parents or my children or my wives. With a few people from the band I've been playing in bands since 1983. My first child was born in 1995.
Twelve years ahead at least
Yes, you first have to achieve that. When you talk about home, language is also very important to me. By that I mean less German than Berliner. When I hear that, my heart immediately warms. The language is still as it was. Saxon too. Saxon used to be the language of the authorities and the police. So that the police officers did not fraternize with the young people, they sent Saxon police officers to Berlin and the Berlin police officers to Saxony. Whenever something was nasty and disgusting, it was Saxon. The party spoke in Saxon. Our lyrics are German so that we can be understood. We never thought we'd ever play abroad.
You write in your books that you enjoy walking.
Yeah, I still go for a walk every day. When I see groups of people, I change to the other side of the road. The only time that I was beaten up was miraculously here in Prenzlauer Berg. I walked through slums in America. In Detroit, the record company with wringing hands asked me not to go out on the streets. They said you won't survive this. But the guys there on the street always looked at me amused and friendly. And here in broad daylight on the doorstep, I was beaten up. 1995.
By whom?
By someone who went to jail during the GDR era and was released after the fall of the Wall. It was his first day out. He took to the streets and couldn't believe what had become of his city, what has become of the people. What he'd missed. He was so frustrated that he attacked everyone he could het hold of. I thought it was a friend of mine. Because he ran towards me. I stretched out my arms to greet him. Then he felt even more provoked and thrashed me on the nose so that I flew into the gutter and then beat me up. I didn't even know what it was about. Until his girlfriend, who ran after him, cleared it up. He was locked away again straight after. That was his only day of freedom.
The word "home" can allegedly not be translated. *)
I once wanted to translate "after work", **) that is one of the most frequently mentioned words in my book. "After work" is different from "End of work". "After work" is free time and joy. I haven't found the word anywhere in English.
Notes
*) the German word 'Heimat' is indeed both Home and Homeland (and Motherland and Native country), but maybe it's a mix of all of it
**) the German word Flake uses is 'Feierabend' and indeed there doesn't seem to be a real translation of that, it indeed means the time after work is finished, but not so much to indicate the end of the work, but the start of your freetime. Very literally 'Feier abend' means 'Celebrate evening'..
The Persistence of Memory was a process that started 14 years ago. After a rough period in my life, it became clear to me that now is the right time to put it out.
The process to get to a point always interested me more than the point itself, struggling to get somewhere and constantly pushing boundaries makes me feel alive.
I AM STILL ALIVE.
Photo credit: @tobias_ortmann | Posted by @richard_von_rammstein and @emigrateofficial on Instagram
these two, honestly..
Zaz - Le jardin des larmes feat. Till Lindemann (x)
