In the rehearsal room, it smells stale after hopes and dead dreams and sweat of all the singers, who believed if they were singing loud enough, it sounded somehow intense. In the corners are sad things like, "I immediately said we would with, should begin water carrier '. " do Dietmar had said that sentence in 1992, and you were with "Rock'n'Roll Victim" start with what Sascha and quiescence. You were the opening act for "explosion" was in force at that time was in the Bergisch land. But the public was not ready done correctly, not as you had said, they should once more come forward. Then the air was somehow out before, but could you briefly later in "Never Mind" Getting on the play so a mixture of covers and original material. And even then you had some German texts, that was a silver moon and such. Else do you do for a beer and ask me why Bill Kaulitz is a star and you do not, and I say, because Bill is a fucking artist, and you're just another employee, who can play passable guitar and also the age of 38 at the final chord still jumps into the air. And because of Gustav, the drummer of Tokio Hotel provides has never said that a seven-eighths syncopated clock would make the bridge really interesting and think your drummer is always like that. And because none of your band even remotely had such a cool name like "Tokio Hotel".
In rehearsal rooms, it smells of cigarette butts floating in beer residues, for drummers, which is always their off T-shirts and under dirty carpets.
Back when you had your first band, that was the smell of the magic that is created when the band is at once more than the sum of its parts. On good days, could you create it with your songs and light wind. You could speed up the time by means of sound waves and stretch: If you have then jumped at the final chord in the air, you stayed there for several seconds to have. After landing, you were silly as lovers. You were so old as Bill, and after three beers you were drunk.
That's why you jump today at the final chord in the air. Because that was nice, and you have not noticed, when it has ceased to be beautiful. No offense to old age, is still beer in my plastic bag. The others are gone, which can also no longer. And Klaus has become somehow strange, since he no longer smokes pot. Turn the Marshall quiet and let us play a sad song. I sing now like lying down, left, right? I smell briefly at the old beer spot here in the Persians, and then it goes off.
