The losing another friend might hurt a litlle less, maybe 'cause like in that stupid movie they run every Xmas when a bell rings an angel might get their wings, Yeah I know , they were not first picks to be angels but it might move them up the promotion list. Ring that bell to drown out the under lying sadness.
I sometimes think about those moments, the perfect moments when alles klar herr Komisar, When I felt like Falco floating above the streets with the cops behind me. I miss it but the more you live the faster you will die.
and the other side of that well, in terms of seventies and eighties pop music enough time on that road, I hate people when their not polite.
Feel the pavement when you bounce from it, hear the engine of a car roaring behind you, answer the static coming from your two-way, embrace the corner of the box that craves your spine while you´re carrying it in your bag, taste the cold and yet sweet taste of beer when it sparkles in your mouth.