Der Anblick eines einsamen Tandemfahrers stimmt mich immer sonderbar traurig, besonders in diesem Fall, wo es nicht der von Harry Dacre besungene "Siebente Himmel" ist, der angestrebt wird, sondern nur der Hyperraum.
Hier der Text seines Liedes aus dem Jahre 1892:
"Daisy Bell" ("A Bicycle Built for Two" )
There is a flower Within my heart, Daisy, Daisy! Planted one day By a glancing dart, Planted by Daisy Bell! Whether she loves me Or loves me not, Sometimes it's hard to tell; Yet I am longing to share the lot - Of beautiful Daisy Bell!
Daisy, Daisy, Give me your answer do! I'm half crazy, All for the love of you! It won't be a stylish marriage, I can't afford a carriage But you'll look sweet upon the seat Of a bicycle made for two.
We will go 'tandem' As man and wife, Daisy, Daisy! 'Peddling' away Down the road of life, I and my Daisy Bell! When the road's dark We can both despise P'licemen and 'lamps' as well; There are 'bright lights’ In the dazzling eyes Of beautiful Daisy Bell!
Daisy, Daisy, Give me your answer do! I'm half crazy, All for the love of you! It won't be a stylish marriage, I can't afford a carriage But you'll look sweet upon the seat Of a bicycle made for two.
I will stand by you In 'weal' or woe, ["weal" means prosperity] Daisy, Daisy! You'll be the bell(e) Which I'll ring you know! Sweet little Daisy Bell! You'll take the 'lead' In each 'trip' we take, Then if I don't do well, I will permit you to Use the brake, My beautiful Daisy Bell!
...auch wenn das Motiv bereits vom italienischen Allrounder an die Wand gebracht wurde, finde ich das Bild gelungen, würde ich mir auf jeden Fall in die Wohnung platzieren.:daumen egomon
Hier der Text seines Liedes aus dem Jahre 1892:
"Daisy Bell" ("A Bicycle Built for Two" )
There is a flower
Within my heart,
Daisy, Daisy!
Planted one day
By a glancing dart,
Planted by Daisy Bell!
Whether she loves me
Or loves me not,
Sometimes it's hard to tell;
Yet I am longing to share the lot -
Of beautiful Daisy Bell!
Daisy, Daisy,
Give me your answer do!
I'm half crazy,
All for the love of you!
It won't be a stylish marriage,
I can't afford a carriage
But you'll look sweet upon the seat
Of a bicycle made for two.
We will go 'tandem'
As man and wife,
Daisy, Daisy!
'Peddling' away
Down the road of life,
I and my Daisy Bell!
When the road's dark
We can both despise
P'licemen and 'lamps' as well;
There are 'bright lights’
In the dazzling eyes
Of beautiful Daisy Bell!
Daisy, Daisy,
Give me your answer do!
I'm half crazy,
All for the love of you!
It won't be a stylish marriage,
I can't afford a carriage
But you'll look sweet upon the seat
Of a bicycle made for two.
I will stand by you
In 'weal' or woe,
["weal" means prosperity] Daisy, Daisy!
You'll be the bell(e)
Which I'll ring you know!
Sweet little Daisy Bell!
You'll take the 'lead'
In each 'trip' we take,
Then if I don't do well,
I will permit you to
Use the brake,
My beautiful Daisy Bell!
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Z.B., dass der 12. Jünger gerade Nachschub holt.
Hm..., ja, Hilfe und Therapie* wäre gut!
Befürchte nur, ich muß dafür Unmengen an Formularen ausfüllen...!
*möglichst unter südlicher Sonne
Die Kranken sind die Besten...
mein vaddern ist Grafiker, aber meiner meinung nach ein sehr kranker
Aber sind es nicht 12 Jünger? Ich sehe nur 11...
...liegt vielleicht hinter dem Tischtuch!
Bin beim Thema! Ursachenforschung!
Na, na, na, nun weich mal nicht vom Thema ab...!
...aus Frust über sture- und lahme Staatsdiener!