Living In Berlin, Mitte: Noisy But Pretty
Monbijouplatz I hated you.
And yet, I loved you too.
So incredibly loud.
A cacophony of sound.
High in my penthouse cloud.
The views so profound.
Monbijouplatz I hated you.
And yet, I loved you too.
So incredibly loud.
A cacophony of sound.
High in my penthouse cloud.
The views so profound.
I’m schizo.
You’re crazy.
Three voices in my head.
It’s disco.
It’s reggae.
It’s Brittney with The Dead.
My bootie,
keeps shaking,
but my ears have bled.
It’s mashing.
It’s smashing.
How divine are thee,
for growing up in shit?
Deformed and mottled skin,
from a dark black pit.
Please come close to me,
I want to lick your grit.
with eggs a perfect fit.
Getting naked with the doctor:
not so strange in Berlin.
For me it was so awkward,
so I resisted him.
Wrapped in a sheet, refusing,
to flash out all my jewels,
a culture clash confusing
I finally succumbed.
Maybe some would say unwrapped.
I’ve finally become
nakedness relaxed.
Fernsehturn
enjoying the city in Berlin by Hannes Engler on EyeEm
Roll roll roll on home
From club back to your kiez
Merrily merrily merrily merrily
Dancing to the beats
Stroll stroll stroll on home
It’s time to get some sleep
Weaving and wavering weaving and wavering
Don’t trip over your feet
Go go go on home
Berlin will never sleep
24 hours there to let down your hair
Later rise, again dive in deep.
Believe in the sun, for it will come:
This is only a very long night.
Believe in the day — for now just lay
And dream of warmth and fun.
Dream vividly and learn to fly.
Dream vividly and soar through the sky.
You have it in you, the night shall prove —
You have it in you —
through stars you’ll move.
And when you wake, you will find:
This dream’s not only in your mind.
You’ve reached the top,
you can finally stop.
Enjoy your glorious view from above.
And then come back down,
meet me on the ground.
And see that no matter what at what altitude,
you’ve always been deeply loved.
Time passes fast in Berlin, too fast.
(Source: berlinjournal, via gillyberlin)
Fog has laid its cool soothing cover
On a fevered pulsing Berlin
Calming down the tempo
Transforming the sin.
Misty haze brings new quiet calm
To a city once wild with fear
The swirling air brings peace
The relief elicits a tear.
Sleepy days and lively nights
Outside is so very cold
But inside it’s warm and happy
Inside the city is bold.
A cozy moment at Zur Rosa
Retro shabby chic design
A stolen moment persists
Pleasure circling in time.
Blind eyes peer through the fog
See not but do not care
The invisible tangible connection
Proves that you are there.
Descending into the musty maze
Smoke billows through the concrete caves
The search has begun but I’ve lost my guide
I push forward finding the courage inside
Moisture dripping down dirty walls
Flickering shadows at the ends of the halls
Hard techno quivering in the air
The stench of sweat and lurid fare
The flashing strobe disfigures each face
Losing my way in this pagan place
Prison bars and savages in cells
Writhing around this erotic hell
The elusive booty evades my quest
Pitfalls and traps put me to the test
The pumping bass sets the beat of my heart
A pounding vibration driving the start
Rhythmic and rogue moving up and down
Wet and gritty like this sexy town
Berlin is the place where X marks the spot
Where Tresor is buried — but gold it is not.
Hands on leather wheel controls the start
The key slides into place and ignites the heart
The engine sparks with electric fire
Rubber pounds asphalt with gripping desire
The roar of the motor startles with power
Hits the road too fast for this early hour
The curve of the bucket is a cradling fit
Familiar and warm like I’ve always sat in it
A rush of adrenaline, the metal pressed down
Penetrating response so deep I might drown
It is a thing of beauty, this machine I’ve found
Flying so fast over the ground
More and more speed—I can’t get enough
But the way ahead looks potholed and rough
I get scared but I’ve already chosen the road
So much momentum the car won’t be slowed
I decide to have faith in this glorious try
Fast-forward but perfect landscapes fly by
A distant sunrise over cold Berlin
Pink and blue and fog—but thin
The Fernsehturm is getting closer
Racecar fantasies abound but I feel like a poser
The warning signs to decrease my speed
At the city limits I cannot heed
I’ve felt too much, too furious, too deep
Driving awakes something formerly asleep
The needle is on empty, I’m riding on fumes
Another pothole is hit, smoke comes in plumes
But my foot won’t press the saving brake
I’ve decided to put it all at stake
To reach the heart of Berlin on this risky ride
—and then the engine sputtered and died.
I can’t get no gamification
I can’t get no gamification
‘Cause I try and I try and I try and I try
I can’t get no, I can’t get no
In Berlin checkin’ in on foursquare
And I’m hopin’ for a real good deal
It’s a user generated no-mans land
Ain’t no promotional information
I’m the Mayor of a lame location
I can’t get no, oh no no no
Hey hey hey, that’s what I say
I can’t get no gamification
I can’t get no gamification
‘Cause I try and I try and I try and I try
I can’t get no, I can’t get no
We want rewards for checking in!
Berliners don’t like playing on the fringe
We want to get competitive with this game
Gonna oust you as the Mayor, say my name!
Yeah watch out for me ‘cause I would win
But I can’t get no, oh no no no
Hey hey hey, that’s what I say
I can’t get no gamification
I can’t get no proprietor reaction
‘Cause I try and I try and I try and I try
I can’t get no, I can’t get no
When I’m hoppin’ place to place
Want the owners to know my face
Give respect to who’s in charge
The loyal customer livin’ large
I think you owe me a free drink
But they say: no, oh no no no
Hey hey hey, that’s not okay
I can’t get no, I can’t get no
I can’t get no satisfaction
No gamifciation, no gamification, no gamification

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