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I'm outside your picture frame! The Great Author

Youtube After I determined again extinguished because of the soundtrack, I would like the new blog - finally - to post the video I made in spring was cut at the book launch of hunting season. My first interview! And was singing karaoke at that time also quite mine. O)

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WHAT IF - EMILIE AUTUMN

Here you sit on your high-backed chair
Wonder how the view is from there
I would not know 'cause I like to sit Upon the floor
, yeah upon the floor
If you like we could play a game Let's pretend
that we are the same
But you will have to look much closer
Than you do, closer than you do

And I'm far too tired to stay here anymore
And I don't care what you think anyway
'Cause I think you were wrong about me
Yeah what if you were, what if you were

And what if I'm a snowstorm burning
What if I'm a world unturning
What if I'm an ocean, far too shallow, much too deep
What if I'm the kindest demon
Something you may not believe in
What if I'm a siren singing gentlemen to sleep

I know you've got it figured out
Tell me what I am all about
And I just might learn a thing or two
Hundred about you, maybe about you
I'm the end of your telescope
I don't change just to suit your vision
'Cause I am bound by a fraying rope
Around my hands, tied around my hands

And you close your eyes when I say I'm breaking free
And put your hands over both your ears
Because you cannot stand to believe I'm not
The perfect girl you thought
Well what have I got to lose

And what if I'm a weeping willow
Laughing tears upon my pillow
What if I'm a socialite who wants to be alone
What if I'm a toothless leopard
What if I'm a sheepless shepherd
What if I'm an angel without wings to take me home

You don't know me
Never will, never will
I'm outside your picture frame
And the glass is breaking now
You can't see me
Never will, never will
If you're never gonna see

What if I'm a crowded desert
Too much pain with little pleasure
What if I'm the nicest place you never want to go
What if I don't know who I am
Will that keep us both from trying
To find out and when you have
Be sure to let me know

What if I'm a snowstorm burning
What if I'm a world unturning
What if I'm an ocean, far too shallow, much too deep
What if I'm the kindest demon
Something you may not believe in
What if I'm a siren singing gentlemen to sleep
Sleep...
Sleep...

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book The Vienna Cafe "Tiempo" loads on 11/23/2010 bibliophile for a celebration of a special kind

"The Great Tiempo Author Fest" is a celebration of the Viennese authors Excerpts read their works, sign books and trigger together with the audience on their previous work. Among them, Claudia Toman, George Elterlein, Victoria and Valentina Schlederer Berger, the stage with its subscribers far from major publishers.

Supported by Heyne, Diana and Piper Verlag can raffle it at a literary also numbered Pflücktexte be purchased as winning tickets. There are numerous other extraordinary book prices, wines and special "bookworms". A wine tasting (Vineyard Haimer, Poysdorf) will highlight the festive ceremony, and all interested parties offer an exhibition professionals Richard K. Breuer, Albert Knorr an exciting panel discussion on "self-publishers" and "social media for small publishers.

I look forward to welcoming you!

Date: Tuesday 23 November 2010,
intake from 18.30 clock, program clock
19.00 Location: Tiempo Books & Cafe, Vienna, 1 District, John Street 16th
Phone: +43-1-5131985 E-mail: tiempo@tiempo.at

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flags asleep ...

http://www.tiempo.at in the middle of the most violent week that samples from the opera, preparations for the Large Hard Tiempo author and research for the new projects is fluttering, of course, the Gold Prince flag into the house. Since this is the last chance for last minute changes, additions and Fehlerausmerzung, requires my full attention to the flag. But at some point may no longer be the brain. After a stressful rehearsal, Round mails and meetings for next Tuesday and the normal everyday madness, I was just too exhausted. Reading Koller of the worst kind and in your own text! But to me it may be not so, that must be it from me. Huh? I'm so tired! ;-)