Finally, a new song. Inspired by, and to the tune of, to the ingenious "Pegeant Legend" by Ju and Katy. Also inspired by history, and by Shakespeare.


Hunchback Legend

Your king’s father killed me, it was in a war
Where we had had too many killings before.
And the fight it was fair, though I did not survive,
but my honour remained until you did arrive.
For the pen is more mighty by far than the sword:
For murder by words you deserve an award.
To get past the censors, and then to gain fame
you’ve written that farce and sullied my name.

You’re a bard, you’re a fart, you’re a liar.
I’m a man, I’m a king, I’m a knight.
I’m a lover, a husband, a father -
Fictive slander's not easy to fight.
I am Richard the Third
and your play is absurd
Now you are The Bard and pretend you are good -
but the quill in your hand’s dripping red with my blood.

You say I’m a hunchback, a killer, a fiend,
a madman, a monster, by mankind demeaned;
through regicide, fratricide, nepocide, war
I strive to gain power and hunger for more.
But regicide is just the thing you have done,
Though the king that you slew had been long dead and gone.
You made me a wretch for the Tudors’ delight,
Now history books spread the lies you did write.

You’re a bard, you’re a fart, you’re a liar.
I’m a man, I’m a knight, I’m a king,
I’m a lover, a husband, a father -
There's no murder involved in this thing.
I am Richard the Third
and your play is absurd
Now you are The Bard and pretend you are wise -
And your image campaign is built on my demise.

Bridge:
Don't tell me that this is mere fiction
when it leads blameless men to conviction
Don't tell me we’re all actors upon a great stage
when I’m painted a villain on every page,
who slays love and kin without any remorse,
and then ends up hobbling while he screams for a horse.
And for centuries to come I see stages lit bright
depicting me falling to madness from might.

Cause you're bards, you're farts, you’re liars,
Were kings, valiant knights, noble men,
We are lovers and husbands and fathers -
but name us all thugs cause you can.
I am Richard the Third
and your play is absurd
Now you are The Bard and pretend you are true -
just you wait till someone does the same thing to you.

For history gets written by those who will win
And no one remembers what really has been:
I ne’er plucked a white rose, the boar was my crest -
The lies you are telling keep me from my rest.
For killing the princes no motive I had
but King Henry Tudor, he needed them dead.
And I hope one day none will remember your name,
And I hope future songs will restore my own fame.

You’re a bard, you’re a fart, you’re a liar.
You’re no genius, no artist, no God,
I’m a king and a knight and a lover:
You’re a brown-nose, a turncoat, a fraud,
I am dead, I am gone
Yet my story goes on!
For historians will prove all the wrongs that you did -
but your play will get played and the world gives a shit.

After having a wonderful time at Confluence in Pittsburgh, PA, getting to know more great people than I can actually count (and me being timid, meeting people and enjoying their company means a great deal) and enjoying a housefilk in Toronto last night, which was simply great, too, I just want to say how happy I am that all of this was made possible, and I wish to say Thank You to Randy for bringing us here, Sue & Tom for letting me stay and giving me such a good time (and letting me brew my own tea, so I can really feel at home with them) and to all the other fellows who just keep on making this trip a remarkable one. There'll be a ConReport later this week, since I won't waste my precious vacation time with writing reports, but be assured I'm having a great time.

Wieder bringe ich ein paar neue Umzugsbilder, und diesmal habe ich noch ganz dunkelbraune Finger vom Streichen des Fußbodens. Was soll ich machen? Die Farbe ist wasser- und abriebsfest. Jetzt muß ich warten, bis es rausgewachsen ist.
Donnerstag fliege ich nach Pittsburgh zur Confluence - hoffentlich lassen mich die Einwanderungsbehörden ins Land, wenn ich aussehe, als ob ich gerade mit diesen Händen werweißwas angefangen hätte!
Ach ja, und hier geht es zu den neuen Fotos.

It's been three days of almost nonstop coding, but it the end (which is now) I proudly present all of you the new Lord Landless-Website - it's got lots of lyrics (as did the old one) and lots of fun stuff (as did the old one), but the look-and-feel is far better and more user friendly. And did I mention I love it?

The best thing about it is: It's in German and English now (so was the old page) but now, it's easy to switch between languages and no need to guess by clicking anywhere on the front page and look where it takes you - now, you just have to click on the Unionjack to switch the page to English, or on the German flag to switch it back to German. This works via javascript, so here's a hint for all who have javascript deactivated: Just select your language's proper stylesheet via View -> Site Style (or however your browser may call it). It's based on CSS.

So, here it is, my precious: Lord Landless Website

I found this test in tarkrai's Livejournal a couple of weeks ago and have been practising ever since. This is foreign for me, you know? I'm German, a European that is. But I'Ve done it:



Now go, ask me for the idividual capitals!

Allow me to introduce my new friends, Dean & Sammy. They are four-month-old brothers I acquired today. Sammy is the one on the left (the curly one) and Dean is the dark one in the background.


We're so cute -

As soon as they stop trembling and dare to come out of the house, I'll introduce them to Mr. Fluffkins and Candy, and we'll all live as one happy family...

Best wishes to crystalfall who is celebrating her birthday today!
Spring sends all of her best greetings to Fall...

*hugs*
Thesi

I nicked this one from shannachie: The "X needs..." Google meme.
I gave it a try, not expecting any results and not receiving any. Neither Thesilée nor Thesi need anything. But after all, I've got my real-life name left, Maja. And it's quite surprising what Maja needs:

Maja needs a bit more cover
Maja needs lots of shirts for the nearing fall
Maja needs to go to the ER
Maja needs to learn some moves.
Maja needs Sara's help to blow out the candles on the birthday cake.
Maja needs attention and some kind of counselling
Maja needs a huge hug
Maja needs money for drugs
Maja needs to have her own palace.
Maja needs glasses
Maja needs all the peach she could get
Maja needs to comunicate
Maja needs a steak.
Maja needs to be at 100 percent
Maja needs to stop going through boys panty draws
Maja needs to be known by every person on this world for her uberly graceness and talent (!!!)
Maja needs a rest...


Yeah, give me that steak!

Have a look at this, and cry. Or help me eat the carpet. This Russia-based MP3-shop offers "Garden of the Lost" for a total of 6.24$. Of which, of course, neither Silva and me nor Volker and Kirstin will ever see a Cent.

Illegal offer: Garden of the Lost

I notified Volker of it and he sent them something like a C&D-letter, but after all I've heard about the battle between the music industry and the Russian MP3-shops, I doubt they'll even reply...

This is worse than Emule or other means of filesharing - this is someone who is willing to make money with our work. I hate them. I really do. We're not Sony BMG or Robbie Williams. We've got a speacial CD for a special audience, and for us, each sale counts. I'm not talking peanuts.

And what freaks me out most is that someway they must have gotten hold of our CD. How did they get it?`Where's the leak? Who fed my CD to the Russians? I doubt I'll ever learn.