And Once You’re Gone, You Can Never Get Back (My My, Hey Hey)
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Wednesday, 31st October 2012.
Kompani K: Onkel Osvalds Orkester, Spelar Til Dans
I’m Stupid. Oh yeah.
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Wednesday, 31st October 2012.
We can never get back & that’s the reason for our ramblings. Or at least when we get back these places all changed so that it seems a whole new place. Rambling on finally. But as long as we got these framens of yours & beautiful women to accompany us on these long roads & endless nights everything will be alright, buddy. And don’t forget:
“There’s more to the picture / Than meets the eye / Hey hey, my my” (Neil Young)
All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.
ay, Fritsch, it’s better to burn out than to fade away, right? isn’t that what all those nights and all those roads are about in one way or another? out of the blue, and into the black, right?
my my, hey, hey, rock’n'roll is here to stay
thanks, pal!
Hepp!
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How I love it….
and it is so true
every World
and every Note
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ay, Zamoysky, My Polish Princessa – for he is poet and a seer of the unseen,and a singer of songs and a wanderer of lost highways and dark dead end streets. how I love too, Zamooysky, how I love it too ….
Hepp!
Fekk kjensla av å vere på reise av det første bildet! Regn mot bussrute-kjensle
ay, Johanne, så kjekt å sjå deg!
og ja – me veit vel alle korleis det kjennes å sitta på bussen og sjå regnet renne over ruta. eg sat på ein av dei trufaste trolleybussane som går frå Strandkaien til Birkelundstoppen og attende dag og natt då eg tok det biletet, og på andre sida av gata står ein av dei andre trolleyane og regnar vekk
Hepp!