#sensucht

[ameliakruspe]

Till and Richard in Sensucht Era 🔥✨ ❤️

[echobravo]

Why Do You Have To Die? • Photo, Edit and Music by EchoBravo • Song - The Dark Way Home by EchoBravo •

[siena-sevenwits]

The Sea King's Burial

by Charles Mackay (1814-1889)

My strength is failing fast    (Said the sea-king to his men). I shall never sail the seas    Like a conqueror again, But while yet a drop remains Of the life-blood in my veins Raise, oh, raise me from my bed, Put the crown upon my head, Put my good sword in my hand, And so lead me to the strand,    Where my ship at anchor rides       Steadily; If I cannot end my life In the crimsoned battle-strife    Let me die as I have lived,       On the sea.

They have raised King Balder up,    Put his crown upon his head ; They have sheathed his limbs in mail    And the purple o'er him spread; And, amid the greeting rude Of a gathering multitude, Borne him slowly to the shore, All the energy of yore From his dim eyes flashing forth, Old sea-lion of the North,    As he looked upon his ship       Riding free, And on his forehead pale Felt the cold, refreshing gale,    And heard the welcome sound       Of the sea.

They have borne him to the ship    With a slow and solemn tread; They have placed him on the deck    With his crown upon his head, Where he sat as on a throne; And have left him there alone, With his anchor ready weighed, And his snowy sails displayed To the favouring wind, once more Blowing freshly from the shore,    And have bidden him farewell       Tenderly Saying: "King of mighty men, We shall meet thee yet again    In Valhalla, with the monarchs       Of the sea."

Underneath him in the hold    They had placed the lighted brand; And the fire was burning slow    As the vessel from the land, Like a stag-hound from the slips, Darted forth from out the ships. There was music in her sail As it swelled before the gale, And a dashing at her prow As it cleft the waves below,    And the good ship sped along,       Scudding free; As on many a battle morn In her time she had been borne    To struggle and to conquer       On the sea.

And the king with sudden strength    Started up and paced the deck, With his good sword for his staff    And his robe around his neck. Once alone he raised his hand To the people on the land ; And with shout and joyous cry Once again they made reply, Till the loud, exulting cheer Sounded faintly on his ear;    For the gale was o'er him blowing       Fresh and free; And ere yet an hour had passed He was driven before the blast,    And a storm was on his path,       On the sea.

So blow, ye tempests, blow,    And my spirit shall not quail; I have fought with many a foe,    I have weathered many a gale; And in this hour of death, Ere I yield my fleeting breath, Ere the fire now burning slow Shall come rushing from below, And this worn and wasted frame Be devoted to the flame,    I will raise my voice in triumph,       Singing free ; To the great All-Father's home I am driving through the foam,    I am sailing to Valhalla       O'er the sea.

So blow, ye stormy winds,    And ye flames, ascend on high! In easy, idle bed    Let the slave and coward die! But give me the driving keel, Clang of shields and flashing steel, Or my foot on foreign ground, With my enemies around! Happy, happy, thus I'd yield, On the deck or in the field,    My last breath, shouting On       To victory. But since this has been denied They shall say that I have died    Without flinching, like a monarch       Of the sea.

And Balder spoke no more,    And no sound escaped his lip; And he looked, yet scarcely saw    The destruction of his ship, Nor the fleet sparks mounting high, Nor the glare upon the sky; Scarcely heard the billows dash, Nor the burning timber crash; Scarcely felt the scorching heat That was gathering at his feet,    Nor the fierce flames mounting o'er him       Greedily, But the life was in him yet, And the courage to forget    All his pain in his triumph       On the sea.

Once alone a cry arose,    Half of anguish, half of pride, As he sprang upon his feet,    With the flames on every side. "I am coming! " said the king, "Where the swords and bucklers ring, Where the warrior lives again, Where the souls of mighty men And the weary find repose, And the red wine ever flows,    I am coming, great -All-Father,       Unto thee! Unto Odin, unto Thor, And the strong, true hearts of yore:    I am coming to Valhalla       O'er the sea."

[play-now-my-lord]

all the fucced up girls you draw saying weird shit are real btw. They're astral projections from the 2d girls dimension aka Cool World. You're morally responsible for their suffering bc your drawings influence their thoughts and behavior in their own spacetime. If you ever have anxiety and do stupid shit it's because of a higher dimensional entity doodling you experiencing sensucht or whatever for notes

[marimayscarlett]

It's fascinating how the 2 people Richard disagreed with the most during Mutter drama are now the 2 people he's most affectionate with in public. Schneider and Paul.

Not to say that he's less loving with others, but with those 2 he really goes in for all the hugs, squeezes, and kisses.

Hi 👋🏼

From what we know from interviews, it really did seem to be Paul and Schneider who disagreed with Richard the most during the exhausting Mutter recording - even though the process seemingly took its toll on the whole band. Paul and Schneider mentioned this period in some of their interviews; I must admit, I always have the feeling that Paul is trying to sail around this topic a bit, staying rather vague, while Schneider pretty much is going all in and is very open about the conflict and his opinion about it. Here are two statements of them both:

Schneider in the infamous 'Rock Hard' interview together with Richard from 2004 (Richard really tries to take responsibility in this interview and it's overall a bit painful to read):

'But, starting with "Sensucht", the guitarists began to work at home, using a computer. And when we learned about these passages, there was nothing to add, the music was all ready Guitarists did all the work, and we could not add anything! Moreover, if we wanted to change something in the compositions, the guitarists refused, so they were obsessed with them. [...] we rehearsed as five, without Richard, in the same place, all together. It was great. And then once Richard came back, there was a little tension and one thing lead to another. [...] We reached the limit when it became impossible to mention the name "Richard" without adding an "idiot" or "asshole’ ! It's strange that there were no personal complaints. But as soon as it came to music, Richard was the last person we wanted to listen to. He needed a good lesson! [...] Richard was a wall against which we could not fight.'

Paul in his section of the 'Rock Hard' interview:

Does your statement mean that you had little fun working on 'Mutter'?

Yeah, 'Mutter’ really wasn't that much fun. The famous third album, as the saying goes. There were also personal reasons. After eight or nine years, the balance of power had shifted within the band. It actually happens in every band that Ritchie Blackmore quits because he can't go on with Jon Lord anymore. For years their friction was refreshing for the listeners, but at some point it gets on everyone involved so much that one has to drop out.

But nobody left Rammstein.

No, not that. But we also had gossip and stress between two people because of competence difficulties as well as over- and underestimation. We had to reorient ourselves. It also cracked. But — I knock on wood! — we got through it well, so we could work on the fourth album with fun.

You certainly don't want to mention the names of the two.

Correct. It can happen to anyone, because everyone is unreasonable from time to time.

We don't really know how the relationships between Richard and other members of the band were strained at that time (at least Till seemed to be on somewhat ok terms with him), but for Paul and Schneider we have "proof" that it was hard on them - so it's even more heartwarming to see Richard being cuddly with them! They overcame their difficulties, put a lot of effort in patching things up because the band was important to everyone. And it's nice to witness this in hugs and affection 😌🤍

[dolly-divine]

sensucht🤍

[c28hunter]

okay but, can we talk about the fact that jere’s favorite rammstein song is bück dich??? like, the infamous rammstein gay sex song (though they have a lot of gay sex songs) of all songs. it’s a good song, of course. But the song with the live performance that has simulated gay sex???? the simulated gay sex that lindemann and lorenz once got arrested for?????????

but at least he’s a sensucht girlie

He had to take after something 😌 learning from the best, he mabe will even try to outstand them! I'm so happy he's surrounded with such good role models ☺️

[esteemed-excellency]

OC Ships List:

Hiram x The Quiet Deviless: they started as an excuse to draw cool outfits and look how far they've come. They live rent free in my head and I'm rotating them at lightspeed velocity. Sweet, romantic and a bit obsessive, but all in all very lovey dovey. Extremely scandalous in the eyes of polite society given their tendency for PDA, and a predictable affair if you ask anyone who personally knows Hiram. More about them here and here.

Hiram x Captain Dargor (@thunder-threnodies): fellow associates to friends to lovers to estranged acquaintances to distrustful collaborators to accomplices to friends again to lovers once more to partners to old married couple. What if you lose the person you trust the most? What if you meet them again after a decade, only to realise you both have been irremediably changed by your respective obsessions? What if you choose to keep trusting that person regardless of their changes, and despite their choices? The Narrative did a number on them but they just kept going until they found each other again. Soulful guy who is very tired of life x soulless guy who can't get enough of it. Sensucht x Streben. Immovable Object x Unstoppable Force. More about them here and here.

Hiram x Captain Snipsnop (@that-fella-snipsnop): old pals. Crazy partygoers. Senior citizens on the loose. Listener x infodumper. Amnesiac x eidetiker. Chaotic x chaotic. Research buddies. They enable each other's weirdness. The loveliest old man you will ever meet x the most annoying bastard you will ever interact with. Pov you want to avoid your correspondence class because sometimes the professor is a bit too sinister even for Benthic standards. You apply for an apprenticeship with the nice old captain who seems very sweet and a little out of place at the University. You end up on a dirigible witnessing The Horrors on the Roof. Poor Edward is there. The nice old captain just stole Poor Edward's zeppelin. Why is this happening. You manage to get back to London alive. You decide to attend a party to try and forget about the week you just had. The creepy correspondence professor and the old captain from your Roof adventure are there. Together. They're chugging absinthe shots. What the hell.

Hiram x Giorgione (@that-giorgione): Friends? Enemies? Something else? Something more? Who knows. Guy who owns the entire city x guy who knows every single person in town. They courteously exchange business plans. They politely sit through the same board meetings. They keep sending each other assassins. They keep having lunch together. They undermine each other's affairs. They keep sharing wine. The weirdest business associates situation you've ever witnessed. Guy who can't forget (affectionate) x guy who can't forget (derogatory).

Hiram x Virginia: The funniest crack ship imaginable to me. They had a thing almost 40 years ago and they're both cringed about it. Why are they even talking again. They always end up owing each other favours. They're building a railway. They despise each other. They know each other too well. They both think building the railway wouldn't be as fun without the other. They won't ever admit it. They would love to never meet again. They would love to keep pestering each other forever. Acquaintances (neutral) to lovers (cringe) to enemies to allies to acquaintances (derogatory) to enemies again to whatever is going on with the railway board meetings. Passive aggressiveness champions. Nuisance x nuisance. They're both so annoying god bles.

[ne0ntetra]

Omg what if y’all read one of my favorite fics of all time?

[notafraidofredyellowandblue]

New in the Rammshop

While we're on the subject of merch 😊 new in the Rammshop

that insekt shirt is my fave of these i think (or the Flügel jacket..) 😊

oh, i just saw the sleeve of the Sensucht shirt

that's pretty cool too 🌺

[translaseans]

Eggplants

In the Colombian author Gabriel Garcia Marquez's novel Love in the Time of Cholera (1985), Fermina is viscerally disgusted by eggplants. She even mentions it in her marriage acceptance to Florentino, where she states "I will marry you if you promise not to make me eat eggplant."

In just this line, we understand the depth of their connection. Their only potential roadblock is a matter as trivial as eggplant. But the man Fermina ends up marrying (Dr. Juvenal Urbino) does feed her eggplant. Florentino might have not. The taste of eggplants can be a twinge of regret and sensucht. Someone who gives up on eggplants might give up on the world for you.

But sometimes, the promise of everything else Urbino has to offer triumphs over the distaste for eggplants. But if someone won't even give up on eggplants for you, what would they give up on? All you can hope is that the fragrance of Jamon and Beluga caviar can mask the musk of eggplants.

And sometimes, consideration and respect for minute peeves (like eggplant) can triumph over the promise of everything else.

But without everything else. sometimes there is nothing in the fridge but eggplant. How do you go about life, when all you can eat is eggplant? You have to eat eggplants.

And as you endure eggplant over the next week, you might come to find that even eggplant is enjoyable in the right company. Even when peppers, beef, fish, and onions return to the fridge. Eggplants might not even bother you anymore. The taste of eggplants can be a twinge of understanding and nostalgia

5/1/24 4:09 PM Mui Ho Fine Arts Library

[ameliakruspe]

Richard in Sensucht Era 🔥✨🤤

[mysticshadows13]

Just bringing back an old fic here

[faint-i-wont-be-ignored]

I don’t know if you get to do this one but it’s an optimal amen chorus for the end of lacrimosa and the German one is called sensucht (they’re also region pieces)

Fuck you stupid fucking amen song

(This is actually worse then the German I’m going to fucking die)

[i-hate-myself19]

Ich vermiss dich, wenn ich am Arsch bin

Ich vermiss dich, kickt meine Panik

Doch bist du bei mir, geh ich wieder dumm

Und treib dich direkt in den Wahnsinn

[aitan]

Il covid acuisce la mia nostalgia di tutti i posti in cui non riuscirò mai ad andare.