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    10.02.2017 -17.03.2017

     

    Francesco Pedraglio

    Bernhard Rappold

    Maruša Sagadin

     

     

     

    A poem as lovely as a tree! (The Log Lady)

    Check, check, 1, 2, testing

    Can you hear me cry

    Come on baby

    Tell all the people that you see

    It’s just me

    Follow me down

    Stop the things you do

    Watch out, I ain’t lying

    The tears are real

    I just wanna say this is my way

    Of telling you everything

    I could never say before

    I’ve always felt comfortable in front of a camera

    I put a spell on you

    Because you’re mine

    I don’t care if you don’t want me

    I’m yours right now

    I always want to think of myself as an underdog

    Burning, burning, burning

    And nothing can cool me

    Won’t you help me

    I feel like I’m slipping away

    My-wow-oh-yeah

    I drive a rolls royce because it’s good for my voice

    I have very good executives and great children

    They’re very good

    Metal Guru is it you?

    Fancy that, fancy this: Horizontal twist — Fry him, try him, do or die him — Bring him home

    where you can tie him — Hide him, pie him, slide him, buy him — Get a room where you can ride him

    I’m not gonna give you a question.

    You are fake news. It’s all fake news.

    It did not happen.

    It’s phony stuff.

    Witch hunt.

    Quiet.

    Quiet.

    Quiet.

    (Clemens Posch)