#wait do I tag Acht in this

[goobie-goobert]

Tjis took so long for no reason I think I’m gonna pass out

[phramboise]

— murder to excellence:: königxgn!reader

you know he’s going to pull the trigger eventually, how kind of him to wait a little longer. 💋

tags and warnings:: detailed torture (?), angst, hints of lovers to enemies, blood, character death, strong language, MDNI, 888 words, no gender related affirmations, no “y/n”s

“zehn,”

Everybody knows he’s cruel. Now that you’re tied onto the chair with ropes cutting your joints, you are once more aware. With his figure looming over you, his head almost brushes the light bulb hanging down the ceiling, he could kill you on the spot. He could crush your skull with his bare hands and it would be no sweat to him, he would sickly enjoy it. A ruthless monster.

“neun,”

Your body winces in pain, the knife draws down on your skin, a trail of blood follows along. He tuts, such a pity, he says. You shake uncontrollably, fever takes over you. Such waste you will be. Blood drips down your chin with every drop of rusty water leaking from the ceiling above your head. They move in sync, both taking the heat off your body, sending you into a frenzy.

The room smells like dust, coppery with blood pooling around your heels, wall paint and gunpowder. This is the end, you think. Would you even survive at this state even if he were to let you go? You highly doubt that.

“acht,”

“It’s infected.” He digs deeper into the bullet wound on your shoulder with the metal pipe in his hand, it throbs, and you can smell the wrenching liquid if you lean your head towards it. It feels like your heart pulsates all over your body, “How long has it been? The bullet’s twisting inside you. You’d need this arm amputated to live. That is, if you tell me what I want.” Shut up and just end it already.

You’ve lost feeling on your fingertips of your injured arm days ago. Feeling it with your other hand, the skin is cooler, and you don’t even feel a single tingling, not even when you pinch it with all the remains of your power. It’s obvious that he pities you, he didn’t even bother tying your hands together. He knows you cannot make it.

He’s not halfway done yet.

“sieben,”

Your ears ring as he slaps your face, the leather of his gloves imprinted on your cheek. Your head falls down. You feel the soft flesh bleeding inside your mouth, seeing the teeth on it now lay on the concrete floor. Tongue dancing over it, now blood fills your mouth too. It’s surprising that you have this much of it in you.

Is it better to speak or to die?

You never try.

“sechs,”

He’s not that gone in the brain, he does not enjoy watching you groan in pain, maybe just a little, for the limitless authority it provides. He can do anything he wants to you. He could waste his bullets on you, he could reload and do it over and over even with one being enough to kill you. He could take the air off your writhing throat, make you go limp with one hand wrapped around your delicate neck. He can just snap it, he can just slit it.

“fünf,”

Then, what’s stopping him? You’re not the vision he imagines in his dreams anymore, no. You’re a traitor. A bloody spy with a regret-filled past, tearing things just for the thrill. Look at you now. Tied helplessly for months. “Just tell me what I need, I’ll spare you. I truly mean to spare you.” You think he means it, that he’s beneath you, even now. He does not, and he surely isn’t.

Those days are long past gone.

Still, you’re one tough shit. Never parting lips, never making a word out. He decides to ask first. He’s been meaning to. Your lips twitch before putting on a smile as he tries to shake his thoughts off.

“Why?”

“It’s nothing personal, Liebling. Just business.” Last sentence can’t make it vocal, coarse feel of your throat barely makes it above a whisper.

He’s not good at reading people. All his life he believed the words they say are the ones they truly mean. He doesn’t get better this time either. He doesn’t need to anymore.

You’re the monster. A fucking siren that lured him into possessions he never thought he would experience, thinking you would get away without him realising you’ve been fooling him all this time.

He’s recluse indeed, but never is a coward.

You think you win. Can you ever?

“vier,”

He’s in a haze. He knew from the beginning what you are, yet he couldn’t stop himself from partaking in the compulsion you offer. He felt it on your skin, tasted it on your lips. The more venomous the feeling, the more it ignited.

Back then. Now he’s aware. That wasn’t love. That was an illusion. He was desperate back then to feel something, and you were there, giving it to him. He mistook it back then.

Not now, no.

“drei,”

Your head moves up as he grabs your chin firmly, lifting your head more than harsh, eyes meeting yours. You see, there’s no remorse when he looks down at you. Once with compassion, now with hatred. You missed the thin line, went overboard. You lost.

“zwei,”

You see the slight tilt of his head, and the twitch at the corner of his eye. Forehead meets the muzzle of the pistol, the one you gifted him, it’s cold against your skin.

He’s never felt worthy of love anyway.

“eins.”

He pulls the trigger.

...

[the-inktoling-and-the-emperor]

INTRODUCTION POST

The results came in. I had an impulsive decision and it seems everyone agreed I should go for it, so I'll mostly copy paste the intro from my Acht ask blog.

I usually go by Hate, though HL or Necro is also acceptable. Right now I’m the only mod of the account so I suppose there’s no need for me to have a marker- but OOC posts will have an OOC tag so check for those. Also, I go by any pronouns, so don’t worry.

anything homophobic/transphobic/ableist/etc will be deleted, obviously.

As for our dearest f1sh, they use they/them pronouns though sometimes I may accidentally slip so don’t be afraid to point that out if I do.

Also, in case you’re wondering what tumblr theme I use, it’s ONLY HUMAN which is ironic because none of these people are human

Is that all? I think that’s all.

Go on, ask some stuff!

Edit: Wait, no, that wasn't all. Since there's two different muses, I'll be color coding who's who.

"RED is OCTAVIO!" "And PINK is CALLIE!"

[violetfairydust]

WIP (Mon)Wednesday

Thank you so much for tagging me @endwersed! <3

This is from a fic I started recently I'm really getting back into the swing of. Stiles hosts a true crime podcast and covers the Hale fire and gets an email from Derek with a fun proposition.

-

Stiles showed it to his friends. Scott gave his nod of approval, though Lydia crossed her arms.

“I’ll be fine, Lyds. We’re talking on the phone, I’m not going over to his house. I do a true crime podcast. You think I’m going to go to some shady location to meet someone?”

“I wouldn’t be surprised.”

Stiles stood and slid around her toward the door. He tried to say reassuringly, “I’ll call him and give you a debriefing. Would that make you feel better?”

She raised her eyebrows. “I’ll prepare myself.” As he slipped out the door, he heard her add, “To research your death.”

He took the stairs on the other end of the dorm house. Even though he was a few stories up, it would be faster than the elevator. The adrenaline carried him down the steps until he reached the quad. His hands shook as he typed the number into his phone. He realized he didn’t give Scott his phone back, so he pocketed it as he paced the courtyard. He scanned the quad for an empty bench, but the weather was nice and brought out the loud kids. He kept walking as he waited for Derek to answer.

Immediately, Derek’s green eyes were beating into Stiles’ face.

“Hey, man. Thanks for reaching out to us.”

“You’re sure it was eight?”

Stiles stopped and blinked. “Um... Nice to hear from you, too. I’m Stiles.”

“I know who you are,” he snapped. “You’re sure it was eight? Eight bodies?”

“Yes.”

Derek went silent. Stiles wandered while he waited for a response. Did he go deaf or did Derek’s Wi-Fi go out?

“Buddy, I researched this myself. I fact checked everything. I had my researcher fact check me. I had my researcher fact check the fact check. Yes, eight.”

“Not ten?” His voice was quiet.

“No! Eight. Eight! Ocho. Huit. Acht. Osiem. The punchline of why is six afraid of seven. I swear to God. I can send you every article I read. The reports all say eight.”

Derek sunk back into the couch. He muttered under his breath after a moment of silence. “Who were the eight?”

“I don’t know. I couldn’t find much. I thought maybe your sister didn’t authorize police to release that information to the public or... something.”

Stiles wasn’t going to say they couldn’t be identified. It appeared Derek was zipping through the five stages of grief every ten seconds. He already lost everyone he cared about and it wasn’t the greatest time to make it worse. Teeth were the only things that didn’t burn in fires, so they could have used dental records. It would be easier if they simply weren’t named in any of the articles. Maybe another person fell down on the job, too. Every second Stiles thought about it, it seemed more and more like a cover up.

“There were eleven people,” Derek started slowly, “and three made it out.”

“Your uncle.”

“But who are the other two?”

Stiles didn’t have an answer. What could he say to that? He did all the research he could. There was no article left unturned. Lydia didn’t find anything that he didn’t. There were a limited number of articles and videos and reports Stiles could get ahold of and he got ahold of all of them.

“I need you to help me,” Derek said.

-

No pressure tags: @amityfarms @windspearspunch @sapphiczebra

[nipotazzi]

Symphony in Fortissimo Agitando - Chapter 2:

Pearl went ahead inside of the building before them, because she wanted to make sure that it was actually safe. Thanks to a quick scan, the drone confirmed that the place was devoid of living creatures, and thus invited the others in.

“House’s clean. Get inside!”

Acht and Eight quickly obeyed, and after passing through the hole, they finally felt somewhat safer. Eight was about to help Marina sit on a pile of snow, but before she could do that, her eyes had suddenly lighted up, scaring the young octoling.

“Asset manipulated without authorization: repairing node function activated.”

“Uh? Wha-”

Before Pearl could end her sentence, they all saw how the debris of the fallen wall started flickering, and after a few seconds, reassembled themselves back onto the place in which they belonged. Any damage dealt to it had been restored almost instantly. 

Darkness quickly fell upon them, with only Marina and Pearl acting as illumination through their unnatural luminescence. They all immediately looked in the direction of the octoling at fault, worried expressions forming on their faces. Acht instinctively made a dreadful expression, and when they realized it, immediately forced themselves to a neutral expression again. The low visibility allowed them to hide it just in time.

“Uhm… Eight?

The scared girl looked at her robotic adoptive figure, pleading with her eyes. 

“Put her down… and come here, very slowly… we’ll… we’ll figure something out…”

Eight slowly let go of Marina, who had already started moving into a fetal position on the ground. The Agitando made her rock back and forth, repeating the same phrase over and over about how a user was necessary to fix a poorly explained issue. 

Acht, Pearl and Eight were now in the corner, confabulating on what happened and on what they could do to help, checking up on her at a steady pace.

“So… we all agree that she sounds an awful lot like a computer, right?” Acht intervened, “No emotion in her voice, typical software-to-user lexicon… ”  

The drone and Eight nodded. They were knowledgeable enough to recognize at least the basics of computer language, but this did not lessen any amount of the worry that they were proving.

“But that's impossible! With the tower gone, it should be over! She can't be…”

“Then why is she still talking like a DOS screen?”

They all turned around to look at her for a moment, and then returned to face each other. 

“...a DOS that seems to be inputting their own commands independently too… Marina still has the master control on the simulation, but she’s not herself: there couldn't be a more dangerous combination at the moment.”

“Wait, are you saying that…?”

“Look… best case scenario, this is just the result of having all of that data flow through her brain. She might come back to her senses, eventually, but If that's not the case… I fear that whatever that contraption might have done, it's still here. Inside of her."

Fandom: Splatoon

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Marina/Pearl (Splatoon), Agent 3/Agent 8 (Splatoon)

Characters: Pearl (Splatoon), Marina (Splatoon), Dedf1sh | Acht (Splatoon), Agent 8 (Splatoon), Order | Smollusk (Splatoon)

Additional Tags: Splatoon 3: Side Order, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, References to Canon, Angst with a Happy Ending, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Inspired by Tumblr, I think that they had it too nice in canon, Nightmare Fuel, Female Agent 8 (Splatoon), Traumatized Agent 8 (Splatoon), Marina and Pearl Adopt Agent 8 (Splatoon), Smollusk has been adopted

Summary:

Marina has been rescued from the top of the tower, everyone is "fine", and even if this new AI seems threatening, it's not their problem to deal with. Eight and Pearl have just saved the day... right?

Sorry, but the Agitando begs to differ.

Reblogs are always appreciated, and feedback is too.

[skarsgard-daydreams]

Voices Carry

Ch. 5: “Under Pressure”

[ Eins | Zwei | Drei | Vier | Fünf | Sechs | Sieben | Acht | Neun | Zehn | Elf ]

Description: Merkel accepts a job to smuggle a young woman out of East Berlin, and it turns out to be more than he bargained for.

Warnings: smoking, poor grasp of the German language, possible historical liberties

Notes: I want to kiss all of your beautiful faces for keeping me company the past few days and making my birthday ten times better. If you like this story, you might also like my Merkel drabble tag while waiting for the next chapter.

Irina smelled coffee percolating on the stove when she came into the living room, combing her fingers through her damp hair. She’d put on yesterday’s clothes and a thick oversized sweater that she dug out of Merkel’s dresser. If he complained about it, she would argue that it was his idea to bring her here without letting her pack a bag. The man in question was hunched in front of the refrigerator, digging out cold cuts, cheese, and tomatoes. His dark hair stuck out wildly in places and he had the same haggard look her father sometimes had when he’d been up all night writing and rewriting a troublesome passage in one of his plays.

The thought of her father made her stomach ice over as she imagined the kind of trouble he could be in. Irina tried to push it to the periphery of her mind, shuffling into the kitchen and pouring herself a cup of coffee. Maybe the hot drink would help with the chill that had settled over her bones, although she suspected that the cold feeling deep in her chest wouldn’t go away no matter how many cups she drank. “Danke,” she murmured, moving away from the stove. Merkel made a small hmm of acknowledgement and sliced the cheese and tomatoes with a sleepy, singular focus. Even though he seemed barely awake, he made quick work with the knife.

The coffee was much stronger than Irina was used to. She took small sips and watched Merkel retrieve a few eggs from a pot of boiling water on the stove and move the percolator to the table, performing the rehearsed actions by rote rather than with conscious thought. He piled the cold cuts, Emmentaler cheese, and slices of tomato on a plate and set it on the table with a crock of butter and some freshly baked brown rolls, then sank down into the chair opposite Irina. He gestured for her to eat something as he poured himself a cup of coffee, downing it in several huge gulps. It was all Irina could do not to laugh behind her own mug. After draining his cup, he raked a hand through his hair and furrowed his brows, staring at the sweater she was wearing, but he made no comment. Together they ate in comfortable silence until Merkel ran out of coffee and lit himself a cigarette, relaxing a little as he puffed on it.

“You’re coming with me today,” he said, breaking the silence at last.

“Where?” Irina asked. She reached across the table and took a cigarette from the pack as well. Although she rarely smoked, she needed the nicotine to calm her nerves and keep her mind from running ahead of herself. It wanted to wander toward the edge of the wall, where she knew there waited guard dogs and mine fields and barbed wire. Merkel struck another match and lit the cigarette for her, shaking his hand to put out the flame and saying nothing.

Irina took a drag and stared at him hard. If he thought she was going to come along with him like an obedient puppy, he was mistaken. Merkel quirked a brow, seeming amused by her intensity. Irritated, Irina folded her arms and narrowed her eyes. She was determined to sit here all day if she had to. But he only tapped his finger to his lips as though it was a secret.

“Merkel,” she said in a sharp tone that she usually used on unruly school children.

He leaned in slightly, looking her in the eye, something firm in his expression.

“Irina,” he said. “Trust me.”

~

There was something wrong with the Trabant.

Or at least, that’s what Merkel gathered when Bastian called and told him to bring the girl in so they could make a passport. They took the S-Bahn across town. As the train screeched through the tunnel, something set Merkel’s teeth on edge. He couldn’t place it. The hairs on his arm prickled and he became acutely aware of the knife hidden in his coat, the nerve-endings in his fingertips tingling as he primed himself to reach for it. He swept his gaze over the half-empty train car, littered with loose newspaper sheets and tagged with graffiti.

Irina stood close to him, studying the subway map on the wall that neatly snipped West Berlin from its center as though that part of the city had never existed. A man with a thick moustache and oversized glasses sat across from them, reading that morning’s edition of Neues Deutschland, while a woman nearby thumbed through the pages of a Russian novel. Even though she turned the page at regular intervals, her eyes weren’t moving back and forth. She was watching the train car from the periphery of her vision, just as he was.

Merkel thought quickly. He couldn’t tell if the woman was a Stasi informant, a foreign spy, or a fellow malcontent, but he didn’t want to find out. He would have to get off at another stop and try to lose her if she followed. The possibility of leading her back to the warehouse was not a risk he could take, especially when he knew Bastian and Sonja would be in the middle of prepping the materials for the three passports they needed to mint. And he had to do it while relying on Irina to remain level-headed. If he were a religious man, he would pray that she wouldn’t suddenly dig her heels in and demand to know what he was doing.

The sign at the end of the car flipped over. Merkel placed his left hand on Irina’s arm as though to steady her against the force of the decelerating train. She turned toward him, dark eyes searching his face. He squeezed her arm tightly to warn her that something was wrong even as he smiled. Irina smiled back.

Smart girl.

Merkel leaned down and murmured in her ear under the guise of ghosting his lips over her cheek. He could feel the heat of her face flushing under his lips.

“Do you trust me?”

He heard Irina’s breath hitch in her throat. She reached for his hand in silent reply, lacing her fingers with his.

“Good.”

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[frenchlilcoconut]

German Starter Pack #2

Another list of the German words and expressions I’ve learned via Memrise. This one is quite long !

German // English // French

Verbs

kommen // to come // venir

wohnen // to live // vivre

besuchen // to visit // visiter

bleiben // to stay // rester

arbeiten // to work // travailler

machen // to make // faire

gehen // to go // aller

haben // to have // avoir

helfen // to help // aider

können // to be able to // pouvoir

holen // to get // prendre

Greetings and goodbyes

guten Tag // good day // bonne journée

guten Morgen // good morning // bonjour

guten Abend // good evening // bonne soirée

gute Nacht // good night // bonne nuit

schönen Tag noch! // have a good day! // Passez une bonne journée !

Question words

wo? // where ? // où ?

woher? // where from? // d’où?

wann? // when? // quand ?

wie lange? // how long? // combien de temps ?

wie viel? // how much? // combien ?

warum? // why? // pourquoi ?

warum nicht? // why not? // pourquoi pas ?

Nouns

der Urlaub // the Holiday // les vacances

der Beruf // the work // le travail

der Student, die Studentin // the student (masc. & fem) // l’étudiant, l’étudiante

der Lehrer, die Lehrerin // the teacher (masc. & fem) // le professeur, la professeur

die Frage // the question // la question

der Tag; die Tage // the day; the days // le jour, les jours

die Woche; die Wochen // the week; the weeks // la semaine, les semaines

der Monat; die Monate // the month; the months // le mois, les mois

Countries and Languages

Großbritannien // Great Britain // Grande-Bretagne

Irland // Ireland // Irlande

Deutschland // Germany // Allemagne

Frankreich // France // France

Englisch // English // Anglais

Deutsch // German // Allemand

Französisch // French // Français

Numbers 1-20

eins // one // un

zwei // two // deux

drei // three // trois

vier // four // quatre

fünf // five // cinq

sechs // six // six

sieben // seven // sept

acht // eight // huit

neun // nine // neuf

zehn // ten // dix

elf // eleven // onze

zwölf // twelve // douze

dreizehn // thirteen // treize

vierzehn // fourteen // quatorze

fünfzehn // fifteen // quinze

sechzehn // sixteen // seize

siebzehn // seventeen // dix-sept

achtzehn // eighteen // dix-huit

neunzehn // nineteen // dix-neuf

zwanzig // twenty // vingt

Useful Sentences

sprichst du Englisch? // do you speak English? // Parlez vous anglais ?

ich spreche nur ein bisschen Deutsch // I just speak a little bit of German // Je parle un petit peu Allemand

kannst du mir helfen? // can you help me? (informal) // Peux-tu m’aider ?

können Sie mir helfen? // can you help me? (formal) // Pouvez-vous m’aider ?

das verstehe ich nicht // I don't understand that // Je ne comprends pas cela

ich bin nicht von hier // I’m not from here // Je ne suis pas d’ici

woher kommst du? // where are you from? // d’où viens-tu ?

ich komme aus Deutschland // I'm from Germany // je viens d’Allemagne

wie lange bleibst du hier? // how long are you staying here? // combien de temps restes-tu ici ?

ich bleibe fast zwei Wochen // I'm staying for almost two weeks // Je reste pour presque deux semaines

dein Deutsch ist wirklich gut // your German is really good // ton allemand est très bon

ich liebe deinen Akzent // I love your accent // J’adore ton accent

ich wohne hier // I live here // J’habite ici

ich habe Hunger // I’m hungry // J’ai faim

ich habe Durst // I’m thirsty // J’ai soif

ich mache Urlaub // I’m on holiday // je suis en vacances

wie viel kostet das? // how much is it? // combien ça coûte ?

gibt es hier ...? // are there ... here? // est-ce qu’il y a ... ici ?

ich glaube schon // I think so // je pense que oui

ich glaube nicht // I don’t think so // je ne pense pas

ist hier noch frei? // may I sit here? // puis-je m’asseoir ici ?

was machst du hier? // what are you doing here? // qu’est-ce que tu fais ici ?

was machst du beruflich? // what do you do for a living? // qu’est-ce que tu fais dans la vie ?

ich bin Journalist // I'm a journalist // je suis journaliste

ich arbeite als Barkeeperin // I work as a bartender // Je travaille comme barmaid

ich hole mir ein Bier // I'm getting myself a beer // Je me prends une bière

willst du auch etwas? // do you want anything as well? // est-ce que tu veux aussi quelque chose ?

das geht auf mich! // it’s on me! // c’est pour moi !

Miscellaneous

willkommen // welcome // bienvenue

guten Appetit // Enjoy your meal // Bon appétit

Hilfe! // Help! // A l’aide !

Entschuldigung // Excuse me // Excusez-moi

Gesundheit // bless you // à tes souhaits

danke gleichfalls! // thanks, the same to you! // merci également !

bis später // see you later // à plus tard

nur ein bisschen // a little bit // un petit peu

nicht // not // pas

ich nicht // I don’t // Je ne ... pas

auch // too // aussi

ich auch // me too // moi aussi

und du? // and you? // et toi ?

stimmt // right // d’accord

geil! // sick! // cool !

sehr gut // very good // très bien

nicht schlecht // not bad // pas mal

natürlich // of course // évidemment

übrigens // by the way // d’ailleurs

vielleicht // maybe // peut-être

ja gern // I’d love to // j’aimerais bien

ja klar // yes sure // oui bien sûr

das macht nichts // don’t worry // ce n’est pas grave

na und? // so what? // et alors ?

und sonst so? // and apart from that? // et à part ça ?

schade! // what a shame! // quel dommage !

warte! // wait! // attends !

es ist // it is // c’est

hier // here // ici

dort // there // là

frei // free // libre

dein; deine // your // ton, tes

etwas // something // quelque chose

auf mich // on me // pour moi

[jonathanbogart]

Wellen: German Federated Pop and New Wave

Fifth mix in my survey of European pop music in the early-to-mid 1980s. What you’ve missed if this is new to you:

Spain & Portugal | France | Italy & Greece | Northern Europe

This time around it’s Germany, and Austria and Germanic Switzerland. Here’s the tracklist, notes are below the line.

Joachim Witt, “Goldener Reiter”

Lilli Berlin, “Ostberlin—Wahnsinn”

Babsi Balou, “Hochsaison im Eissalon”

Hubert Kah, “Engel 07″

Carmen, “Es ist kalt um mich herum”

Grauzone, “Eisbär”

Trio, “Bum Bum”

Peter Schilling, “Terra Titanic”

Minisex, “Rudi, gib acht”

Spider Murphy Gang, “Wo bist du?”

Nina Hagen, “Zarah (Ich weiß, es wird einmal ein Wunder geschehn)”

Der Plan, “Gummitwist”

Cosa Rosa, “Millionenmal”

Contact, “Schwarze Madonna”

Neonbabies, “Horizonte ohne Ende”

Collage, “Mit den Puppen tanzen”

mittageisen, “Automaten”

Nena, “Irgendwie, irgendwo, irgendwann”

Rheingold, “Via satellit”

Falco, “Junge Roemer”

Xmal Deutschland, “Feurwerk (31-Dez)”

Wellen: german federated pop and new wave

This is the fifth mix in this series, and the first time since the mix that started it all that there’s an actual scene to document. Which isn’t to suggest that new wave (and punk) didn’t affect French, Italian, and Scandinavian music of the 1980s, but that new wave in those countries didn’t cohere into a self-sustaining cultural space; rather, it fractured, either assimilating into the light entertainment traditions of those various nations, or remaining defiantly underground and rarely succumbing to such sellout moves as TV appearances or chart success.

But in Germany, as in Spain, the Neue Deutsche Welle (new German wave) saw electronic experimentation combined with punk energy (and, just as important, punk silliness) and the whole mess achieving mainstream velocity. As with the Spanish Movidas, it’s a matter of dispute how long the actual scene lasted before burning out and either being co-opted by the mainstream or transforming the mainstream enough to be indistinguishable from it. My goal with these mixes has been to skim over the initial, well-documented burst of energy which lasted from 1978 to 1981, focusing instead on the later period of assimilation (or maturation, or disintegration, as you prefer) from 1982-1986, which tends to be the province of nostalgists rather than mythmakers.

It’s worth taking stock of German music, and Germany as a whole, in the early 80s. (All the music in this mix is in German, with occasional mid-song interruptions in other languages, but four songs are from Austria and two from Switzerland, both of whom remained neutral in the Cold War; the majority are from West Germany. East Germany had its own scene, and will be heard from in a subsequent mix.) Unlike Britain, Spain, or France, Germany was not a unified nation-state which dated back to the late Middle Ages; only since the mid-19th century had (some of) the modern German-speaking peoples been united into a single nation. When the Allies divided Germany again during the Cold War, leaving the traditional seat of power, Berlin, stranded in the East, with the tiny island of West Berlin surrounded by Communist red on every map, West Germany was necessarily decentralized: Hamburg, Düsseldorf, Hanover, Munich, and Stuttgart were among the many cities which took the industrial and cultural initiative without waiting for any central policy. The resulting Wirtschaftswunder, or economic miracle, of the 1950s and 60s, in which a bombed-out West Germany came roaring back to life thanks to judicious economic policies and heavy investment laid the stage for the social upheavals which swept Western Europe in the late 60s. Germany, as music nerds know, was an epicenter for radical, experimental and progressive cultural movements from Stockhausen to kosmische: in a sense, the Neue Deutsche Welle was merely transplanting the radical experiments of the previous decade into the pop sphere.

And it was so much in the pop sphere that some of it even crossed the Atlantic — this may be the mix heaviest on names the average US listener who knows a bit about 80s pop will recognize. Trio (“Da Da Da”), Nena (“99 Luftballons”), Falco (“Amadeus”), Peter Schilling (“Major Tom”), and perhaps Nina Hagen (“Smack Jack”) and Hubert Kah (“Angel 07”) are all more or less recognizable names in the Anglosphere, if unfairly tagged with one-hit wonder status here. (Why German, and not say French or Italian, pop music found a friendly home on Anglophone airwaves remains an underdiscussed phenomenon to this day.) But even beyond flashback radio listeners, few of my picks will be surprising to anyone who’s spent time with any the dozens of stellar Neue Deutsche Welle compilations that have been issued over the years: I tend to lean more toward pop than punk, toward funk than motorik, but I don’t expect to be blowing any minds which have focused in this direction before.

I did want to note that the title of this mix, while it’s merely an obvious pluralization of the Welle in Neue Deutsche Welle, meant to reflect the diversity of regional and national scenes represented, is also a reference to one of my favorite books I’ve read this year: the 1911 novel Wellen (called Tides in a 1929 translation, long out of print but available by interlibrary loan) by Baltic German aristocrat and novelist Eduard von Keyserling. This mix, largely about the political and interpersonal concerns of the neon 1980s, may not have much to do with Keyserling’s fragile, constricted fin-de-siècle patricians, except inasmuch as wave after wave always rises and recedes. So we beat on.

1. Joachim Witt Goldener Reiter WEA | Hamburg, 1981

Perhaps the most important figure in Neue Deutsche Welle who never crossed over to English-language awareness, Joachim Witt was a particularly German (even perhaps particularly Hamburgian) kind of pop star: nerdy, awkward, and existential, with propulsive motorik rhythms and defiantly unheroic guitars. “Goldener Reiter” (Golden Rider), which takes high-traffic roundabouts as a starting point for an urbanized psychological alienation that Kafka and Grosz would recognize, introduced Witt to German pop audiences as a sort of Hanseatic David Byrne: but if this is his “Psycho Killer,” his subsequent career is equally worth hearing.

2. Lilli Berlin Ostberlin—Wahnsinn Rocktopus | Berlin, 1982

West Berlin was so much in the center of West Germany’s pop scene that all my representatives from Berlin in this mix include female pop stars: but Lilli Berlin harkens back as well to the older Berlin tradition of kabarett: social satire as popular music. A band named for its frontwoman Uschi Lina’s stage name, their only hit of any size was this (“East Berlin—Madness”), in which Lilli and her bandmates trade off shouting “Wahnsinn” in between an idealistic-then-jaundiced travelogue of the city beyond Checkpoint Charlie. The mockery is as much of the right-wing Western establishment’s horror at socialism as of the failed egalitarianism of the East.

3. Babsi Balou Hochsaison im Eissalon Lemon | Vienna, 1983

But for pure bubblegum pop, we go to Austria. The only single, and that under a stage name, by singer Sabine Chalupa, whose career has mostly been spent singing background vocals, it was a local hit as much for its pre-pubescent innocence (the title is “High Season in the Ice Cream Parlor,” and the verses list all the good summer gelato flavors) as for the specifically Viennese nods toward traditional schrammelmusik (the post-chorus mandolin glosses) and the schoolgirl Italian. “Va bene” when you’re eating ice cream, indeed.

4. Hubert Kah Engel 07 Blow Up | Reutlingen, 1984

Also-rans who relied on flamboyant stage dress in the early Neue Welle, the trio Hubert Kah, named for their charismatic and neurotic frontman Hubert Kemmler, suddenly became one of the biggest bands in Central Europe when they hooked up with Romanian-born superproducer Michael Cretu. The single “Engel 07” (quickly Anglicized to “Angel 07,” but it didn’t do the same numbers in English) was massive, and deservedly so: the moody tale of a man whose one-night stand turns out to be an angel performing heavenly espionage, couched in a low-impact synthworld, is one of the great German pop records of the 1980s. After the crossovers failed to take, Kemmler would have a nervous breakdown and withdraw from music, but he’s since returned, post-depression, and is beloved on the oldies circuit.

5. Carmen Es ist kalt um mich herum Schallmauer | Essen, 1982

Bedroom pop was not invented in the internet age, although it was arguably perfected there. Carmen Gaspar was one of the rotating cast of backup singers in the ironic NDW lounge act Die Doraus und die Marianas fronted by teenager Andreas Dorau; her solitary solo record, incorporating both electropop and mitteleuropean tradition, was produced and co-written with kabarettist and leftfield pop geek Piet Klocke from Bremen. If the result is pleasantly amateurish in a way that has affinities with later twee pop, it’s also particularly German: Carmen intones about how cold it is around her and her inability to love while the synthesizers plunk and the squeezeboxes squeeze.

6. Grauzone Eisbär Off Course | Zurich, 1981

Back in the French mix, I noted that Stephan Eicher had first come to prominence leading Grauzone. That was an error, or an incomplete truth. This, Grauzone’s first single and perhaps the Swiss new wave’s finest moment, was written and primarily performed by his brother Martin Eicher; Stephan didn’t join the project until later in 1981. The whole song, from the radio-frequency opening to the metal-on-metal guitar riffs to the skronky sax fadeout, is great enough instrumentally: but Eicher’s shouted lyrics about wanting to be a polar bear at the pole, where it’s so cold he can’t feel sad anymore, makes it one of the all-time great songs about depression.

7. Trio Bum Bum Mercury | Großenkneten, 1983

The most unlikely pop stars of the most unlikely pop era, the three small-town performance artists turned minimalist punks (drums-guitar-voice) of Trio had scored a worldwide hit with the Casio-assisted “Da Da Da” the previous year; on this followup, producer Klaus Voorman adds subtle bass heft, so that guitarist Gert Krawinkel’s surprisingly heavy guitar lines sound even more like Led Zeppelin. But drummer Peter Behrens maintains an uninflected stomp throughout, and Stephan Remmler’s muttered lyrics about being horny and scoring drugs are the opposite of rock & roll heroism. They liked to call themselves the Neue Deutsche Fröhlichkeit, or New German Cheerfulness: and their method of detourning pop is one of the cheeriest sounds of the decade.

8. Peter Schilling Terra Titanic WEA | Stuttgart, 1984

Globally famous for “Major Tom,” his shot-for-shot remake of “Space Oddity,” Peter Schilling was only the most prominent Bowiephile in Germanic pop: we’ll see more Thin White Duke borrowings on this mix. His next single, “Terra Titanic,” takes the famous sinking ship as a metaphor for a world barrelling full steam ahead towards climatological and nuclear disaster. Like “Engel 07,” “Bum Bum,” and other songs on this mix, it was also produced in an English-language version, but it wasn’t a hit outside Germany, where dour existentialism married to swelling Romantic melodies has long had a home.

9. Minisex Rudi, gib acht Schalter | Vienna, 1984

A year after “Every Breath You Take,” the Austrian band Minisex also had a hit about a stalker, but where the British band were all tension and perverse seduction, “Rudi, gib acht” (Rudi, Take Care) positively sparkles with bonhomie, as if the band is assuring one another that they’ve got each other’s back despite this setback. (Both the lead singer’s and the lead guitarist’s first name is Rudi.) Although Minisex’s decade-long career sported a varied sound ranging from austere post-punk to anthemic stadium rock, the bouncy power-pop of “Rudi, gib acht” was their biggest hit.

10. Spider Murphy Gang Wo bist du? Electrola | Munich, 1982

The sole representative in this mix of Germany’s second city, the Bavarian capital of Munich, “Wo bist du?” (Where Are You?) suggests why: where West Berlin was pop central, Hamburg was international art rock, and Düsseldorf was industrial futurism, Munich’s scene tended toward trad rock and beery singalongs, the Southern rock of Germany. Spider Murphy Gang were rock & roll stalwarts of the Neue Deutsche Welle, and here they sound like the Clash at their most rockabilly: although again the lyrics are about alienation and uncertainty, the music says everything is alright.

11. Nina Hagen Zarah (Ich weiß, es wird einmal ein Wunder geschehn) CBS | Hamburg, 1983

The Witch-Queen of the Neue Deutsche Welle, Nina Hagen had left East Berlin for West Berlin, West Berlin for Hamburg, and Hamburg for Los Angeles by the time this record, a striking cover/parody/remix/detournement of Zarah Leander’s 1942 ballad from the Nazi-era boffo smash picture Die große Liebe (The Great Love), was released. Fluttering between playing it straight and forcing Giorgio Moroder’s production to match the elasticity of her face and voice, Hagen embraces the postmodernism of hip-hop and club music while singing (ironically? sincerely? Schrödingerianly?) sentimental Fascist bullshit about the miracle of love.

12. Der Plan Gummitwist WEA | Düsseldorf, 1983

One of the pioneering Neue Deutsche Welle acts, by 1983 Der Plan had largely abandoned their early noisy experiments made under the influence of Throbbing Gristle, but the weirdo pop of the Residents remained a major touchstone. “Gummitwist” (the title is a reference to a skip-rope children’s game using elastic bands rather than ropes) was less of a hit than previous singles, but has had a longer afterlife, consistently rated one of the outstanding late-NDW records. Of course, that’s in hindsight: motormouthed lyrics about electronic goods as conspicuous consumption have only grown more relevant since 1983.

13. Cosa Rosa Millionenmal CBS | Berlin, 1985

In the late 70s, Berlin-based singer and pianist Rosa Precht met jazz-rock keyboardist Reinhold Heil, who encouraged her to sing her original compositions. Meanwhile, he became an integral member of several major Neue Deutsche Welle acts, including Nina Hagen Band and Spliff. When the two finally collaborated under the name Cosa Rosa in 1982, they produced an rapturous dance track called “Rosa auf Hawaii,” which merged audio dreams of the Mediterranean, the Caribbean, and the Pacific into a balearic haze of warm electronics and wordless warbles. Cosa Rosa would go on to produce three exemplary LPs of jazzy, airy dance-pop: this cut from their 1985 masterpiece Kein Zufall (No Coincidence) is an ecstatically melodic declaration of love despite the lover’s drawbacks: even without money, morals, or muscles, she loves him “Millionenmal” (“A Milliontimes” [sic]). Precht succumbed to cancer in 1991, never having achieved more than cult status; but god her records are fantastic.

14. Contact Schwarze Madonna Lemon | Vienna, 1984

The Austrian pop duo Contact only existed for about four years in the mid to late 1980s, and they only had one hit: this, their first single, a minor pop classic which takes a pleasantly reggae-ish lope as a setting for an expression of lust for a woman known only as “Schwarze Madonna” (Black Madonna). Which is a multi-layered reference to the Eastern Catholic practice of venerating various dark icons of Mary, not to mention (as the video demonstrates) to a Black woman as sexy as a then-popular Italian-American singer of some repute.

15. Neonbabies Horizont ohne Ende Ariola | Berlin, 1983

The West Berlin pop band Neonbabies, fronted by Inga Humpe, always operated rather in the shadow of another West Berlin pop band, Ideal, fronted by her sister Annette, even though Neonbabies came first. But Ideal had ironic, sarcastic Neue Deutsche Welle hits, and Neonbabies was more earnest and classicist. “Horizonte ohne Ende” (Horizon without End) even features sitar accents straight out of mid-60s British pop-psych, perhaps as uncool a sound as existed in 80s European pop. Now, however, it’s just another great spacy jam.

16. Collage Mit den Puppen tanzen Folksmusik | Hamburg, 1984

Very little of the music in these European mixes of mine have engaged with the most futuristic and forward-looking music of the 80s, hip-hop, partly because most European attempts at rapping were too embarrassing for many years to come, but mostly because my focus has just been elsewhere. But this monster electro jam from an underground Hamburg collective, with proper scratching and bottomless 808s, picks up Afrikaa Bambaataa’s transatlantic conversation with German synthpop and tosses it right back. Katrin Kuntze’s icy post-punk declarations (“Dance with the Puppets”) barely scratch the surface of the gleaming breakdance-worthy edifice that uses her voice as just another clashing rhythmic element.

17. mittageisen Automaten Luna-MB-Musik | Lucerne, 1985

It’s just a short jump from there to the electronic industrial music coming out of Switzerland. The whispered lyrics’ foreboding picture of a world in which people are alienated from one another, pacified by screens and voices in their ears, and work exists only for automated machines is a fairly standard cyberpunk dystopia, but it hasn’t gotten any less foreboding since the 1980s.

18. Nena Irgendwie, irgendwo, irgendwann CBS | Berlin, 1984

It feels slightly unkosher to include a song in this mix that I’ve known for nearly twenty years — ever since I searched for “99 Luftballons” on Napster and Nena’s second-most famous song came up too — since most of the rest of it is so new to me. (Although I’d known (but had forgotten about) “Nell’aria” for longer.) But it’s such a fascinating object: the tension between the huge 80s stadium production and the limitations of Nena (both the modest pop-rock band and the singer’s wistful voice) means that the song never explodes like it wants to, at least until the very end when she valiantly jumps up an octave and shouts the title — “Anyplace, Anywhere, Anytime” — in a register a stronger singer would have bulldozed through the entire song with. But even then her voice is receding: it would be their last big hit, and the band that defined the politically engaged, synth-rocking German new wave for most of the globe would break up not long after.

19. Rheingold Via satellit CBS | Düsseldorf, 1983

Another of the seminal Neue Deutsche Welle bands, Rheingold’s 1980 “Dreiklangs-Dimensionen,” with its ping-pong percussion, is a must-have in every NDW comp. But this drifting, tidal motorik song from their last record, predicting the 90s from Stereolab to Spaceman 3, is my favorite of their singles. Bringing the hopeful nerd futurism of “Telstar” into the cable-television, video-dating, nuclear-button 1980s, “Via Satellite” dreams of a future when all communication is as frictionless as space.

20. Falco Junge Roemer GiG | Vienna, 1984

These mixes have been focused (perhaps too much so, since I’m leaving out so much English-language material) on local scenes, but there’s been an undercurrent too of internationalism: the French Etienne Daho dreamed of Rome, the Dutch Klein Orkest ruminated on Berlin, the Italian Jo Squillo squealed about Africa. The most ambitious, and also the schlockiest, Austrian pop star of the 1980s, Falco, also turns to Rome (while self-consciously quoting David Bowie from “Young Americans” to “Ashes to Ashes”). “Junge Roemer” (Young Romans; also German slang for yuppies) imagines a future-looking European youth who don’t have to be stuck in the civilizational weight of history: he jumps from German into Italian and finally English. The gliding disco production is assisted by the Munich Philharmonic Orchestra. It’s a gorgeous record, full of vanished hope and curdled cultural signifiers, far greater for me than the weightless faux-rap of “Der Kommissar” or the empty pomp of “Amadeus” — both of which I like. But I like this more.

21. Xmal Deutschland Feuerwerk (31-Dez) Phonogram | Hamburg, 1987

It wouldn’t be a mix of the European 80s if I didn’t include at least one goth act. Xmal Deutschland are probably the most famous German goth band, influenced equally by Siouxsie’s Banshees and the Cocteau Twins, as this extended piece from their 1987 album Viva makes clear. A luxuriant meditation on New Year’s fireworks, the passing of time, and, uh, orientalist imagery (because 80s goth), it’s a pulse-lowering close to a mix that has been ferocious in many directions at once.

Next up: the Balkans. Before the genocidal conflicts of the 1990s, there was the remarkable Novi val of Yugoslavia, the only pop scene in history to be both thoroughly Communist and thoroughly open to the West. Get pumped.

[tudelu]

Eine Spielliste

In den letzten Tagen bzw. Nächten war es mal wieder an der Zeit ... eine Liste musste her. Nicht irgendeine. Eine Spielliste -engl. Playlist - und die sollte nicht weniger enthalten, als alle Songs, die ich in den nun fast 43 Jahren auf meinen Ohren hatte und immer wieder gerne habe. Einige der Stücke sind autobiographisch angehaucht - durch Liebeskummer in der Jugend, tolle Urlaubserlebnisse oder tolle Parties geprägt. Anderes ist einfach so herein geflattert.... und beim Sichten einiger der Texte/Lyrics könnte man zu dem Schluss kommen, ich müsste dringend mal eine Therapie anfangen. Wie es auch immer dazu gekommen ist, dass sich ein Lied auf die Liste geschummelt hat... hier ist sie - 210 Songs - und mir fallen in diesem Moment schon wieder Lieder ein, die ich vergessen habe.... to be continued.

(Titel alphabetisch, Interpret, Album, Jahr)

99.9 F - Suzanne Vega - 99.9 F -- 1992 Afterlife - Ingrid Michaelson - Lights Out (Bonus Track Version) -- 2014 All This Time (Pick-Me-Up Song) - Maria Mena - Cause and Effect -- 2006 Alles brennt - Johannes Oerding - Alles brennt -- 2015 Alles endet (aber nie die Musik) - Casper - Hinterland (Deluxe Version) -- 2013 Alles neu - Peter Fox - Stadtaffe (Bonus Track Version) -- 2008 Am I Wrong - Nico & Vinz - Black Star Elephant -- 2013 Arbeit (feat. Helge Schneider) - Sido - 30-11-80 (Special Version) -- 2013 As Long As You Wait For Me - The Lemonbabies - Now And Forever -- 2000 Automatic - Beatsteaks - Boombox (Deluxe Version) -- 2011 B.Y.O.B. - System Of A Down - Mezmerize -- 2005 Baby Bye Bye - Kitty, Daisy & Lewis - Kitty, Daisy & Lewis the Third -- 2014 Babylon System (Featuring Henning Wieland) - Söhne Mannheims - Wettsingen In Schwetzingen -- 2008 Back In Time - Lena - Crystal Sky (New Version) -- 2015 Bad Ideas - Alle Farben - Music Is My Best Friend -- 2016 Beautiful Day (feat. Imelda May) - The Levellers - Beautiful Day (feat. Imelda May) - Single -- 2014 Behind Blue Eyes - The Who - The Who: Greatest Hits & More -- 2009 Big City Life - Mattafix - Signs Of A Struggle -- 2005 Bohemian Rhapsody - Queen - The Platinum Collection -- 1975 Brooklyn Girls - Catey Shaw - The Brooklyn (Extended Play) -- 2014 Burn - Ellie Goulding - Burn - Single -- 2013 Can't Hold Us (feat. Ray Dalton) - Macklemore & Ryan Lewis - The Heist (Deluxe Edition) -- 2011 Can't Stop - Red Hot Chili Peppers - By the Way -- 2002 Careless Whisper (Live) - Gossip - Live In Liverpool -- 2007 Chandelier - Sia - 1000 Forms of Fear -- 2014 Cheerleader (Felix Jaehn Remix) [Radio Edit] - Omi - Me 4 U -- 2014 China In Your Hand - T'Pau - Bridge of Spies -- 1987 Chop Suey! - System Of A Down - Toxicity -- 2001 Classic - MKTO - Classic - Single -- 2013 Closer - Frida Amundsen - September Blue -- 2011 Complexity - Eagles of Death Metal - Zipper Down -- 2015 Cosmic Girl - Jamiroquai - Travelling Without Moving -- 1997 Dance Anthem of the 80's - Regina Spektor - Far (Bonus Track Version) -- 2009 Das Neue - Sophie Hunger - The Danger of Light -- 2012 Der Brief - Katze - Von hinten! -- 2005 Der letzte Optimist - Judith Holofernes - Ich bin das Chaos -- 2017 Don't Speak - No Doubt - Tragic Kingdom -- 1995 Don't Stop Me Now - Queen - The Platinum Collection -- 1978 Drops of Jupiter - Train - Drops of Jupiter -- 2001 Drunk - Ed Sheeran - + -- 2011 Du Hast - Rammstein - The Matrix (The Original Motion Picture Soundtrack) -- 1997 Easy (Bonus Track) - Faith No More - Angel Dust -- 1989 Edge of Seventeen - Stevie Nicks - School of Rock (Music from and Inspired By the Motion Picture) -- 1981 Eet - Regina Spektor - Far -- 2006 Ein Elefant für dich - Wir sind Helden - Von Hier an Blind -- 2005 Ein guter Tag zum Sterben - J.B.O. - Explizite Lyrik -- 1995 Ein Kompliment - Sportfreunde Stiller - Live -- 2004 Einfach sein (Live) [Unplugged II] - Die Fantastischen Vier - MTV Unplugged II (Deluxe Version) [Live] -- 2012 Emanuela - Fettes Brot - Brot -- 2010 Emergency - Icona Pop - Emergency - Single -- 2015 Engel - Rammstein - Made In Germany (1995-2011) [Special Edition] -- 1997 Enjoy the Silence - M. Walking On the Water - Enjoy the Silence - Single -- 2011 Entre Dos Tierras - Héroes del Silencio - Senderos de Traición -- 1990 Erwischt (Live) - Gisbert zu Knyphausen & Band - Live im Konzerthaus Dortmund -- 2012 F**k You - Lily Allen - It's Not Me, It's You -- 2008 Fisseln - Monsters of Liedermaching - Wiedersehen macht Freude -- 2016 Fit But You Know It - The Streets - A Grand Don't Come for Free -- 2004 Flaws - Bastille - Bad Blood -- 2011 Flugzeuge im Bauch - Herbert Grönemeyer - Live in Bochum -- 2016 Foundations - Kate Nash - Made of Bricks -- 2007 Frauenmagnet - Monsters of Liedermaching - Wiedersehen macht Freude -- 2016 Für Immer - Karpatenhund - #3 -- 2007 Für immer - Kraftklub - In schwarz -- 2014 Get Me Back - MiMi & The MAD NOiSE FACTORY - Nothing But Everything -- 2014 Girls Chase Boys - Ingrid Michaelson - Lights Out (Bonus Track Version) -- 2014 Girls Keep Secrets In the Strangest Ways - Ephemera - Score -- 2003 Gloria (Live) [MTV Unplugged] - Mando Diao - MTV Unplugged - Above and Beyond: Mando Diao -- 2010 Going Up the Country - Kitty, Daisy & Lewis - Kitty, Daisy & Lewis -- 2008 Green Light - Lorde - Melodrama -- 2017 Guitar and Drum - Stiff Little Fingers - Still Kicking -- 2015 Halleluja (Live) [Remastered] - Westernhagen - Live (Remastered) -- 2000 Halt mich - Herbert Grönemeyer - Stand der Dinge -- 2000 Haus am See - Peter Fox - Stadtaffe (Bonus Track Version) -- 2008 Heavy Cross - Gossip - Heavy Cross - Single -- 2009 Herz über Kopf (Live @ Bauhaus) - Joris - Hoffnungslos Hoffnungsvoll (Deluxe Version) -- 2015 Hump - Eläkeläiset - Humppa-Akatemia [Disc 1] -- 2000 Humppasonni - Eläkeläiset - Humppa-Akatemia [Disc 1] -- 2000 I Couldn't Care Less - Leslie Clio - Gladys -- 2012 I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For - U2 - U218 Singles -- 1987 I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles) - The Proclaimers - The Best of the Proclaimers -- 1988 I'm Like a Bird - Nelly Furtado - Whoa, Nelly! -- 2000 Ich boykottiere dich - Grossstadtgeflüster - Ich boykottiere dich (Episode 2) - EP -- 2016 Ich muss gar nix - Grossstadtgeflüster - Muss laut sein -- 2006 Insomnia - Faithless - Reverence -- 1996 Ist Es Das, Was Du Wolltest - Karpatenhund - #3 -- 2007 It's Oh So Quiet - Björk, John Altman & Orchestra - Post -- 1995 Jag Vet Vem Jag Är När Jag Är Hos Dig - Melissa Horn - Säg ingenting till mig -- 2009 Je veux - ZAZ - Zaz -- 2010 Jein - Fettes Brot - Außen Top Hits, innen Geschmack -- 1994 Jeremy (Live On 10 Legs) - Pearl Jam - Live On 10 Legs -- 2010 Johnny Walker - Westernhagen - Mit Pfefferminz bin ich dein Prinz -- 1978 Johnny Was (Live At the Rainbow) - Stiff Little Fingers - The Story So Far -- 2007 Just Give Me a Reason (feat. Nate Ruess) - P!nk - The Truth About Love (Fan Edition) -- 2012 Ka Alde, ka G'Schrei - J.B.O. - Explizite Lyrik -- 1995 Kaffee und Karin - Element of Crime - Immer da wo du bist bin ich nie -- 2009 Kaputt (Live) [Unplugged II] - Die Fantastischen Vier - MTV Unplugged II (Deluxe Version) [Live] -- 2012 Katjusha - Leningrad Cowboys - We Cum From Brooklyn -- 1992 Keiner fickt mich (feat. Fatoni) - Grossstadtgeflüster - Ich boykottiere dich (Episode 2) - EP -- 2016 Kids (2 Finger an den Kopf) - Marteria - Zum Glück in die Zukunft II (Deluxe Version) -- 2013 Killing in the Name - Rage Against the Machine - Rage Against the Machine -- 1992 Killing Me Softly With His Song - Fugees - Original Album Classics -- 1996 Kinder der 90er (Radio Version) - Kuult - Kinder der 90er (Radio Version) - Single -- 2016 Kopf aus dem Fenster - Element of Crime - Immer da wo du bist bin ich nie -- 2009 La Camisa Negra - Juanes - Mi Sangre -- 2004 La La La (feat. Sam Smith) - Naughty Boy - La La La (feat. Sam Smith) - EP -- 2013 Langsames Lied - Ulla Meinecke - Kurz nach acht (Live) -- 1999 Layla (Live) -  - Wynton Marsalis & Eric Clapton Play the Blues (Live from Jazz At Lincoln Center) -- 2011 Lieben werd' ich dich nie (Live) [Remastered] - Westernhagen - Live (Remastered) -- 2000 Lieblingsmensch - Namika - Nador -- 2015 Life On Mars? - David Bowie - Best of Bowie -- 1971 Lips Are Movin - Meghan Trainor - Lips Are Movin - Single -- 2014 Little Girl - H-Blockx - Time to Move -- 1994 Love the Way You Lie (feat. Rihanna) - Eminem - Recovery (Deluxe Edition) -- 2010 Luka - Suzanne Vega - Solitude Standing -- 1987 Mädchen sind doof - Illegal 2001 - Nie wieder Alkohol -- 1999 Männer - Herbert Grönemeyer - Stand der Dinge -- 2000 Marlene On the Wall - Suzanne Vega - Suzanne Vega -- 1985 Mercy - Duffy - Rockferry -- 2008 Midlife Crisis - Faith No More - Angel Dust -- 1992 Milk - Garbage - Garbage -- 1995 Mit 18 (Remastered) - Westernhagen - So Weit - Best Of -- 2000 Mit Pfefferminz Bin Ich Dein Prinz (Remastered) - Westernhagen - So Weit - Best Of -- 2000 Molotov - Seeed - Molotov / Wonderful Life - EP -- 2011 Monarchy of Roses - Red Hot Chili Peppers - I'm With You -- 2011 Mouthwash - Kate Nash - Mouthwash - Single -- 2007 Move - H-Blockx - Time to Move -- 1994 Mr. Moonlight - The Beatles - Anthology 1 -- 1995 My Generation - The Who - My Generation (Stereo Version) -- 1965 Nein! (feat. Doreen) - Sido - MTV Unplugged Live aus'm MV -- 2010 New Shoes - Lena - My Cassette Player (Platin Edition) -- 2010 New Shoes - Paolo Nutini - These Streets -- 2006 Nimm mich mit (Live) [Remastered] - Westernhagen - Live (Remastered) -- 2000 No Ha Parado De Llover - Maná - Unplugged -- 1999 No Roots - Alice Merton - No Roots - EP -- 2016 No Woman, No Cry - Fugees - Original Album Classics -- 1996 No Woman, No Cry (Live Version) - Bob Marley & The Wailers - Legend (Deluxe Edition) -- 1984 Nothing Else Matters - Metallica - Metallica -- 1991 Nur ein Wort - Wir Sind Helden - Nur ein Wort - EP -- 2005 Ohne dich - Selig - Selig -- 1993 One - Metallica - ...And Justice for All -- 1988 One Way or Another - Blondie - The Best of Blondie -- 1981 Outside (feat. Ellie Goulding) - Calvin Harris - Motion -- 2014 Perfect Day - Lou Reed - The Very Best of Lou Reed -- 1972 Please Tell Rosie (feat. YOUNOTUS) - Alle Farben - Music Is My Best Friend -- 2016 Pompeii - Bastille - Bad Blood -- 2013 Psycho [Explicit] - Muse - Drones [Explicit] -- 2015 Psycho Killer - Talking Heads - Talking Heads 77 (Deluxe Version) -- 1977 Queer - Garbage - Garbage -- 1995 Relator - Pete Yorn & Scarlett Johansson - Break Up -- 2009 Risin' High - H-Blockx - Time to Move -- 1994 Rolling In the Deep - Adele - 21 -- 2010 Royals - Lorde - Pure Heroine -- 2013 Schüttel deinen Speck - Peter Fox - Stadtaffe (Bonus Track Version) -- 2008 Selbstmitleid - Herbert Grönemeyer - Stand der Dinge -- 2000 Seven Nation Army - The White Stripes - Seven Nation Army -- 2003 Shatter Me (feat. 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[:en]6:30 a.m. In semi-darkness I see a headlamp scurrying across the clearing. I am still lying cuddled up in my quilt, still unwilling to get up. I can’t and don’t want to keep up with the boys’ schedule anyway, as they want to leave at 7.30 a.m. already to take the cool morning hours with them. Because the bubble is pressing, I still feel myself outside ten minutes later and am happy about an enchanting sunrise over the Floridian prairie. Dense wafts of mist give the grass landscape between palm trees and bushes a mystical atmosphere.

  Together with Warren and Jason I enjoy the first and also last coffee of the day on the clammy wooden bench and hope that the tent will be dried by the sunrays. Because of the immensely high humidity everything is wet. While I am still wet in my pyjamas the boys pack their things. It is already far after half past seven when I notice “Oops, they’re probably waiting for me.” In no time at all I stuff the damp tent into the packsack, my household goods into the rucksack, disappear behind the next palm tree to get changed and am ready to leave within ten minutes. If only it were that easy in everyday life.

Our hope to still see the female alligator is unfortunately disappointed. Obviously she is a late riser. The way leads us from the campground into the open terrain, briefly into a beautiful oak forest, which, with its imposing, fern-covered oak trees, puts us directly into Avatar, and soon onto the next road. Even today the amount of asphalt is not insignificant and it gets hotter than yesterday. We take it with composure, because we can’t change it. Warren tries to make the alternative route to the original trail tasty for us with a small bistro. Alternative means: even more road instead of swamps. I wave my thanks and Jason also prefers to get wet feet rather than continuing to melt on the asphalt.

  Our high spirits are of course rewarded with mud wading. Ankle-deep we all sink into the brown mud and are happy about small ponds to wash off the dirt – only to sink back into the mud after five minutes. I somehow enjoy it, because it is my first swamp experience on the Florida Trail. The two men, however, have already done several miles and days in the black water.

  With muddy calves and shoes we arrive at our campground in the late afternoon. There is already a tent there and a caked hiker comes to greet us together with his happy dog. Scrarecrow and Oreo – his black and white dog – are real dropouts and have a ten-year plan to cover almost all trails in the USA. First he hands us a brownie and nobody says no. Except Warren, who is on low carb.

The four of us share the rickety camping bench, because the rust has probably gotten to the second one a long time ago. After I tested my dehydrated pumpkin soup yesterday, today the homemade ratatouille is on the table. The men look a little envious into my bowl, but in the end everyone is full and satisfied. At 7 p.m. it’s reading time again and we have also agreed for the next day: we will continue hiking together.

  Lemon and Orange Paradise

After an extensive breakfast with instant coffee and lemon cake, we say goodbye to Scarecrow and Oreo, because they take things very slowly and do just short milage a day. Why rush it, they have ten years time.

Not even five minutes on the trail I stomp through ankle-deep water in a dense palm forest. The shoes and socks from yesterday were not quite dry anyway.

  My schedule for the next few days is this: today about 14 miles, tomorrow 20, to get to the reserved campground with hot shower. 20 miles is not a cardboard handle for me in the current condition, because since my return from sabbatical I spent much more time at my desk instead of walking. Therefore I am thinking about hiking more today in order to have less remaining distance the next day.

The plan is nice, but it is even hotter today than the days before. We enjoy every shady section through the semi-tropical forests. And they sweeten the heat in a very unexpected way. At the side of the trail and partly over the trail, wild orange and lemon trees with fruits ripe for harvest rise up. Of course I can’t resist the temptation and carry two oranges and a lemon to the next resting place. The fruits are super juicy and rich in seeds. The lemons are not nearly as sour as the ones from the supermarket, the oranges on the other hand are quite close to the lemons citric acid. Delicious. The fruit juice has spread all over my hands and I try to shake it off. This causes my Garmin watch to squeak like mad, because it means: Accident detected! No shit.

The heat has become unbearable. Now of all times the trail follows a never ending stretch of a shadowless ditch. After I feel already half baked, I wait for Jason, who walks a little bit worn out behind me. Something stings me above my socks and when I look down I see dozens of little red ants scurrying over my feet. I have placed myself in the middle of an anthill. Like a madwoman I wipe the critters off my legs, triggering another accident report with my watch. In addition to the fifty or so mosquito bites I already got on the first day, there are now about thirty ants bites. Fantastic!

The rest of the day passes relatively uneventful. We get some water from a small creek and hope for a water cache near some of the roads we cross. Unfortunately without success. The last miles lead again over asphalt. In zombie mode we bear our fate, but I have already made the decision: I won’t go one step further today than originally planned. So 20 miles tomorrow it is. The weather forecast also promises a considerable cooling off over night. A heavy storm is announced. Pretty dehydrated we arrive at the campground and thank the trail angel “Waterboy”, who has cached a lot of water gallons here.

  In a porta-potty we find a huge bottle of disinfectant lotion and take a good bath with it. We move together with our tents under a gigantic oak tree, because this seems to be the best place to survive the thunderstorms. Tornados not excluded. I do feel a bit uncomfortable…

[:de]6.30 Uhr. Im Halbdunkel sehe ich eine Stirnlampe über die Lichtung huschen. Ich liege noch in meinen Quilt eingekuschelt im Zelt und bin unwillig, aufzustehen. Mit dem Zeitplan der Jungs kann und will ich sowieso nicht mithalten, denn die beiden wollen bereits um 7.30 Uhr losziehen, um die kühlen Morgenstunden mitzunehmen. Weil die Blase drückt, wühle ich mich dann doch zehn Minuten später nach draußen und freue mich über einen zauberhaften Sonnenaufgang über der floridianischen Prärie. Dichte Nebelschwaden geben der Graslandschaft zwischen Palmen und Sträuchern in eine mystische Atmosphäre.

Gemeinsam mit Warren und Jason genieße ich den ersten und auch letzten Kaffee des Tages auf der klammen Holzbank und hoffe, dass das Zelt von den Sonnenstrahlen getrocknet wird. Durch die immens hohe Luftfeuchtigkeit ist alles nass. Während ich noch im Schlafanzug vor mich hin sumpfe, packen die Jungs ihre Siebensachen. Es ist schon weit nach halb acht als ich merke:

„Ups, die beiden warten wohl auf mich.“ In Windeseile stopfe ich das feuchte Zelt in den Packsack, meinen Hausrat in den Rucksack, verschwinde mal eben zum Umziehen hinter der nächsten Palme und bin innerhalb von zehn Minuten aufbruchbereit. Wäre es nur im Alltag auch so schön einfach.

Unsere Hoffnung, das Alligatorweibchen noch zu sehen, wird leider enttäuscht. Offensichtlich ist sie Langschläferin. Der Weg führt uns vom Zeltplatz ins offene Gelände, kurz in einen herrlichen Eichenwald, der uns mit den imposanten, farnbewachsenen Eichenbäumen direkt in Avatar versetzt und alsbald auf die nächste Straße. Auch heute ist der Anteil an Asphalt nicht unerheblich und es wird heißer als gestern. Wir tragen es mit Fassung, denn ändern können wir’s ja nicht. Warren versucht, uns die Alternativroute zum Original Trail mit einem kleinen Bistro schmackhaft zu machen. Alternativ heißt: noch mehr Straße statt Sümpfe. Ich winke dankend ab und auch Jason kriegt lieber nasse Füße als weiterhin auf dem Asphalt zu schmelzen.

  Unser Übermut wird natürlich mit Schlammwaten belohnt. Knöcheltief versinken wir alle im braunen Modder und freuen uns über kleine Tümpel, um den Dreck abzuwaschen – nur um dann nach fünf Minuten wieder im Schlamm zu versinken. Mir macht das ja irgendwie Spaß, denn es ist mein erstes Sumpferlebnis auf dem Florida Trail. Die beiden Männer allerdings haben schon etliche Kilometer und Tage im schwarzen Wasser hinter sich.

Mit verschlammten Waden und Schuhen kommen wir am späten Nachmittag an unserem Campground an. Da steht bereits ein Zelt und ein schlacksiger Hiker kommt uns zusammen mit seinem fröhlichen Hund begrüßen. Scrarecrow und Oreo – sein schwarzweißer Hund – sind richtige Aussteiger und haben einen Zehnjahresplan, um quasi alle Trails der USA abzuklappern. Er reicht uns erstmal einen Brownie rüber und da sagt keiner von uns nein. Außer Warren, der auf Low Carb unterwegs ist.

Zu viert teilen wir uns die klapprige Campingbank, denn die zweite hat der Rost wohl schon vor langer Zeit hingerafft. Nachdem ich gestern meine selbst dehydrierte Kürbissuppe getestet hatte, kommt heute das selbstgemachte Ratatouille auf den Tisch. Die Männer gucken schon etwas neidisch in meine Schüssel, aber jeder ist am Ende satt und zufrieden. Um 19 Uhr ist wieder Lesestunde und wir haben uns für den nächsten Tag verständigt: wir wandern weiter zusammen. 

  Zitronen- und Orangen-Paradies

Nach einem ausgiebigen Frühstück mit Instant-Kaffee und Zitronenkuchen verabschieden wir uns von Scarecrow und Oreo, denn die beiden lassen alles sehr langsam angehen und machen wenige Tageskilometer. Warum auch überstürzen, sie haben ja zehn Jahre Zeit.

Keine fünf Minuten auf dem Trail stapfe ich in einem dichten Palmenwald schon wieder durch knöcheltiefes Wasser. Die Schuhe und Socken waren ja von gestern eh noch nicht ganz trocken.

  Mein Zeitplan sieht für die nächsten Tage so aus: heute rund 22 Kilometer, morgen 32, um zum reservierten Campingplatz mit heißer Dusche zu kommen. 32 Kilometer sind für mich im aktuellen Zustand kein Pappenstiel, denn seit meiner Rückkehr aus dem Sabbatical habe ich weit mehr Zeit am Schreibtisch statt auf Wanderschaft verbracht. Daher überlege ich, heute mehr zu wandern, um am nächsten Tag weniger Reststrecke zu haben.

Der Plan ist schön, allerdings ist es heute noch heißer als die Tage zuvor. Wir freuen uns über jeden schattigen Abschnitt durch die semi-tropischen Wälder. Und die versüßen uns die Hitze auf ganz unerwartete Weise. Am Wegesrand und teilweise über den Trail ragen wilde Orangen- und Zitronenbäume mit erntereifen Früchten. Natürlich kann ich der Verlockung nicht widerstehen und schon schleppe ich zwei Orangen und eine Zitrone zum nächsten Pausenplatz. Super saftig sind die Früchte und reich an Kernen. Die Zitronen sind nicht annähernd so sauer wie man es aus dem Supermarkt kennt, die Orangen dagegen kommen der Zitronensäure schon recht nah. Köstlich. Der Fruchtsaft hat sich jedoch überall auf meinen Händen verteilt und ich versuche ihn abzuschütteln. Das veranlasst meine Garmin-Uhr auf einmal wie wild zu quietschen, denn sie meint: Unfall erkannt! Ach was.

Die Hitze ist inzwischen unerträglich geworden. Ausgerechnet jetzt folgt der Trail auf einem nicht enden wollenden Stück einem schattenlosen Graben. Nachdem ich mich schon halb gebacken fühle, warte ich auf Jason, der ein wenig abgeschlagen hinter mir latscht. Irgendwas piekst mich oberhalb meiner Socken und als ich nach unten schaue, sehe ich dutzende kleine, rote Ameisen über meine Füße wuseln. Ich habe mich mitten in einen Ameisenhaufen gestellt. Wie eine Irre wische ich die Viecher von meinen Beinen und löse damit erneut eine Unfallmeldung mit der Uhr aus. Zu meinen schon rund fünfzig Mückenstichen vom ersten Tag gesellen sich nun noch etwa dreißig Ameisenbisse. Fantastisch!

Relativ vorfallsfrei geht der Rest des Tages vorbei. Wir bedienen uns an einem kleinen Bach und hoffen auf einen Wassercache in der Nähe einiger Straßen, die wir kreuzen. Leider vergeblich. Die letzten Kilometer führen wieder nur über Asphalt. Im Zombiemodus ertragen wir unser Schicksal, aber ich habe schon die Entscheidung getroffen: ich gehe heute keinen Schritt weiter als ursprünglich geplant. Dann sind’s halt morgen 32 Kilometer. Der Wetterbericht verspricht zudem eine erhebliche Abkühlung über Nacht. Heftiges Unwetter ist angesagt. Ziemlich dehydriert kommen wir am Campground an und danken dem Engel „Waterboy“, der hier jede Menge Wasser deponiert hat.

  Im Dixieklo finden wir eine riesige Flasche Desinfektionslotion und nehmen erstmal ein ordentliches Bad damit. Ziemlich dicht rücken wir mit unseren Zelten unter einem gigantischen Eichenbaum zusammen, denn das scheint der beste Platz für die angesagten Gewitterstürme zu sein. Tornados nicht ausgeschlossen. Ein wenig unwohl ist mir schon…

[:] [:en]Hiking the Florida Trail Day 2 & 3 – Accidentally[:de]Auf dem Florida Trail Tag 2 & 3 – Versumpft[:] [:en]6:30 a.m. In semi-darkness I see a headlamp scurrying across the clearing. I am still lying cuddled up in my quilt, still unwilling to get up.

[internationalspacehobo]

@farkaska​ tagged me in this like a million years ago

Rules: Write the first 10 songs that come up on shuffle (no skipping) and quote your favorite lyrics from each song, then tag 10 people.

I will say beforehand, I haven’t put new music on my computer in literal years so..... take the selection with a grain of salt. This is also why I didn’t do it immediately bc it’s gonna beeee rough.

Samy Deluxe - Stumm

Und sag mir was heißt Demokratie? Denn ich find die geschiedt im Sinne des Volkes. Was ist bloß mit unserer Macht passiert?

Rammstein - Mein Herz brennt

Nun liebe Kinder gebt fein acht Ich bin die Stimme aus dem Kissen Ich hab euch etwas mitgebracht Ein heller Schein am Firmament Mein Herz brennt!

Hopsin - Ill Mind of Hopsin 4 (this is where you start to notice that most of this stuff is from like 5 years ago)

I would jack off so much back at my parents' house And now my dick has a permanent imprint Of my hand around it

(why u gotta sing about jacking off man? why did i think this was good music)

Mindless Self Indulgence - Issues (hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)

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(and that’s all im posting bc god knows these lyrics are gonna get me dragged across the coals)

Slipknot - Wait and bleed

I've felt the hate rise up in me Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves I wander out where you can't see Inside my shell, I wait and bleed

Dan Bull - Skyrim Epic Rap (HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH)

If you got scales, then I'm on your tail And I will not fail Like a free-roaming sandbox game I'm off the rails- I'll walk the trails- Thru awful gales- And storms of hail- 'til all the nails- Are knocked into your coffin I'm not stopping 'till you're impaled and I've prevailed-

AC/DC - Shoot to Thrill

I got my gun at the ready, gonna fire at will 'Cause I shoot to thrill, and I'm ready to kill I can't get enough and I can't get my fill I shoot to thrill, play to kill

Arch Enemy - We Will Rise

I am the enemy I am the antidote Watch me closely I will stand up - now

We will rise (we will rise)

The Dubliners - Whiskey in the Jar

'Twas was early in the morning, just before I rose to travel Up comes a band of footmen and likewise captain Farrell I first produced me pistol for she stole away me rapier I couldn't shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken

Fettes Brot - Der Grosser

Ich bin ein Grosser, ich bin ein Spinner Ich häng als Poster in deinem Zimmer Meine Lieder hört man laut Ich bin ein Grosser, ich bin ein Penner in aller Herren Länder weil sich sonst wieder keiner traut