It’s getting harder  To know where to drop the bombs…Saturday / November 23, 2014 #SchwervonPoetry

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Fight for a voice 
Fight for a choice 
Fight for your right

Fight to fight 
Stay up all night
Scream until your face turns blue
Talk talk talk talk
So much to be angry about
So much to fear 

It’s getting harder 
To know where to drop the bombs 

It’s getting harder to scream
Without disturbing 
Someone you love 

It’s getting harder to love 
Without pissing someone off

It’s getting harder to love 
Getting pissed off

Piss love
It’s getting better all the time

Take a bite of the apple
Have your piece of the pie 

Forget your keys
Lock yourself into the love
Machine
Let’s spread it around
Like a Nutella highway
Let’s smear the love
And the luck it off each other

Dance in the disco grass
Go back and revise 
The cave paintings
With more color
More fire 
More warmth 

I understand the words by looking 
At your face

(This poem was originally recited on November 23, at A House in Herdecke, Germany)

Stop chasing yourself…Thursday / November 20, 2014 #SchwervonPoetry

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Go to bed mad
Wake up happy
Stop remembering 
Stop blaming others 
For your sadness
Eat more fruit

Stop chasing yourself 
Stop trying to kill all the flies 
They are there for a reason 
The flies are not bullets
They feed the birds. 

Every day is a new day. 
Hamburgers happen
The yellow truck fucks the green truck 

This one gets another toy
This one learns a new language

Ich esse obst. 
Du isst gemuse. 
Let’s meet on the toilet 
And see how things turn out. 

Love inspires 
Fear destroys 
It has to be hard sometimes. 

Leaves fall 
They grow back. 
And fall and grow back 
Over and over. 
It’s never totally over. 

We’ve broken the seal 
And now we lay along the shore
Waiting for a morning
That barely makes sense
 
A ring on your toe
Whiskey in a wine glass 

I’m leaving 
I don’t know why
There’s sun in my coffe cup
Gold on my plate 
Breaking rocks together
Is the music 
That keeps us 
Moving 

Never learning some things 
Is the lesson 
Never learning 
Together
Forever 
Until it’s time 
For the leaves to fall again
And again
And again
The leaves are green 
And red and brown 
The leaves are beautiful

(This poem was originally recited on November 20, at Astra Stube in Hamburg, Germany)

Schwervon! Fantastico Tour 2014: Mainland Europe

Had a day off in Lille, France today, so we thought we’d share some pics from the last 3 weeks. Where has the time gone? Only 3 more shows left in the mainland of Europe and then we’re back to the UK for four more shows with The Vaselines before flying back to the US. Enjoy!
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Hey Ho let’s go!
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BP gives us a nice welcoming!
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Not.
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And we’re off!
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Hee Haw. (Barenbach)
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Delicious homemade potato braut soup in Barenbach.
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Cat under glass.
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Shorty
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Fallen angel
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Look who’s talkin’too.
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St. George, Tübingen
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Weird Head.
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Let’s put on a show. Oh, we just did. Fruhstuck!
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BP hit a bulls eye in Regensburg.
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Tanning drivers.
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Jesus, you don’t look so good.
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Wallhalla, Regensburg
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No legs Klaus.
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Tja.
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St. BP
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Cool Alling house show Flyer.
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Hmm?
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Putty in my hands.
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Ya!
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Word on the street.
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Yeah, Baby.
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Dresden graffiti.
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Gummi!
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Bear necessities.
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Duck hunting.
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Munich flyer
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Cafe Kult (Munich)
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Catphin.
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Best graffiti ever.
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Pauli
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Old men by the river.
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Hello Kitty
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Jenny Lund (Nurnberg)
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Next Album Cover
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The Single
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Fruhstuck!
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Tja.
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My kind of place.
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Gospel.
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Strausburg
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Cutie
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Swok
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Happy Life for me
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Toothbrush selfie
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Freedom fries
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Horses! Horses!
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Feels so good must be bad for me. (Vaselines) Lille, France.

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Bad DJ’s and good tequila…Sunday / November 16, 2014 #SchwervonPoetry

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Bad DJ’s and good tequila 
A government
that most people
Never voted for 

Pornographic novelty
Tits and tatoos 
Ironic sexism 

Smoke driven Saturdays
World famous bartenders

Vanilla candles 
And garlic toast
Dried tomatoes 
Supersized bottles of wine
Punk rock iPad 
Industries of pleasure 
No no no 
treasure 

It’s not all bad
It’s just some bad 
A different kind of poetey
A life with no back echo 
Steps without resonence 

I do not wish to wake 
Each morning 
In front of a mirror. 

I prefer to see more in looking
I don’t always need lights
And amplification 

These are the tools 
Research 
And love 
But they are not love 
Love is love 
It’s always this way
And always will be 

Love is a house of warmth

(This poem was originally recited on November 16, at The Loft in Mulhouse, France)

We enter the tunnel dry. We leave the tunnel wet…Saturday / November 15, 2014 #SchwervonPoetry

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Too much eye make up
Free ketchup 
Honoring the dish
Respecting the gas

Everyone just staring 
Tricks of the trade
 
Waiting for our ride
No soap in the toilets
Security guards at the door
 
Look at that caveman go

French Mexican 
Push through 
Push through
We don’t know what we’re doing 
Just doing what we do

Fault pas poussez 
MeMe des orties
Surtout elle n’a pas de coulettes 

Girls like dolls 
Boys like soldiers
Women like soldiers 
Men like dolls 

Those trees look like monkeys
The branches are arms with fists 

Let’s cross the border 
Let’s border the crosses 

Like a mouth that could feed 
Itsself with words 
Or a heart that could feed 
Itsself with blood 
Imagine a world that 
Could make itsself happy

We enter the tumnel dry
We leave the tunnel wet
We enter the tunnel wet
We leave the tunnel soft and relaxed 

We slowly slowly slooowly 
Scrape the paper 
For some good news 
It will come 
Do not worry
The day we stop singing
About wine and cigarettes 
It will come 
Boom
Like a baby on the floor
We will lift it up and gold it 
In our arms

(This poem was originally recited on November 15, at Gonzo in Zurich, Switzerland )