{"id":15145,"date":"2010-08-18T14:13:34","date_gmt":"2010-08-18T12:13:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.jensunmack.dk:80\/wordpress-3\/?p=15145"},"modified":"2010-08-18T14:13:34","modified_gmt":"2010-08-18T12:13:34","slug":"reich-der-traume","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.jensunmack.dk\/wordpress-3\/reich-der-traume\/","title":{"rendered":"Reich der Tr\u00e4ume"},"content":{"rendered":"

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On the flipside of happy, the Nico net caught me early. Her voice equalled the sound of a body being thrown out of a window – entirely with out hope, of this world, or the next, or the previous. Onstage, she moved like a big bleak creaking house, never once altering the direction of her eyes. I am in love. Her harmonium heaves and swells like crashing waves answering each other. If Nico could’ve laughed, she would’ve. But she couldn’t, so she didn’t.<\/strong><\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Morrissey om Nico.<\/p>\n

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On the flipside of happy, the Nico net caught me early. Her voice equalled the sound of a body being thrown out of a window – entirely with out hope, of this world, or the next, or the previous. Onstage, she moved like a big bleak creaking house, never once altering the direction of her … L\u00e6s videre Reich der Tr\u00e4ume<\/span> →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n