I LOVE NINA HAGEN
I was still a baby when I first heard of Nina Hagen and was at first more taken by her beauty than her music...which later grew on me
I have not heard about her for the past 20-odd years and got quite excited when I found her on my-space.
...Though I find it a disgrace that the so-called 'Punk' revival has completely forgotten her.
She is still sooo hardcore and radical. It was fucking amazing to find her still fighting the system...rather than the wanna-be-punk-bands like Blink-whatever and Avril (though I confess that I like the 'Skaterboy'-song)..but it still doesnt make it punk, does it? It's not just the music, it's the anger, rage, mockery, anti-establishment fuck-you-attitude that seduces me...and ofcourse the fishnets, heavy eyeliner and tu-tu skirts .
These are some of the links I found on her site
http://www.womensaynotowar.org/
http://worldpeace.beeplog.com/
and Im sure you can find more on her site.
http://www.nina-hagen.com/
Labels: The Mother of Punk
posted by simmi at 12:15 PM
7 Comments:
Looks pretty cool. Haven't heard em before. But will...:)
Yes Sir - hun er så cool! Min far tog til Berlin da jeg var 9-10 år og hjem kom han med en NIna Hagen plade til mig...om jeg fattede det.. men idag Yes Sir!
funny to think she son myspace !
i havent thot of her for ages !
she wa sso hot !
Oiiii! me bak from de dead connection...vit a vengance.......
jerry, its a mindset kinda conceptual performance thing...i dunno, u listen and let me know. ich think its beyond cool.
Trine;Totalt. hun styler! opdagede hende ogsaa da jeg var omkring den alder gennem min mors venindes datter...blev fuldstaendig betaget af at hun var udstyret i fuld indisk brude udstyr og sang/skreg opera ud paa uforstaeligt tysk.
jeg var for ung til at forstaa...men idag, yes sir!
inexile, damn rite u are.
its so ironic, but doest she seem to reseamble hot bollywood starlets? imagine one of them shrieking out a bollywood tune ala hagen...wouldnt it add a kind of kali element? hardcore!!!
Come over to the window, my little darling,
I'd like to
try to read your palm.
I used to think I was some kind of
Gypsy boy
before I let you take me home.
Now so
long, Marianne, it's time that we began
to laugh and
cry and cry and laugh about it all again.
Well you
know that I love to live with you,
but you make me forget
so very much.
I forget to pray for the angels
and then
the angels forget to pray for us.
Now so long,
Marianne, it's time that we began ...
We met
when we were almost young
deep in the green lilac park.
You held on to me like I was a crucifix,
as we went
kneeling through the dark.
Oh so long, Marianne,
it's time that we began ...
Your letters they
all say that you're beside me now.
Then why do I feel
alone?
I'm standing on a ledge and your fine spider
web
is fastening my ankle to a stone.
Now so
long, Marianne, it's time that we began ...
For
now I need your hidden love.
I'm cold as a new razor
blade.
You left when I told you I was curious,
I never
said that I was brave.
Oh so long, Marianne,
it's time that we began ...
Oh, you are really
such a pretty one.
I see you've gone and changed your
name again.
And just when I climbed this whole
mountainside,
to wash my eyelids in the rain!
Oh
so long, Marianne, it's time that we began ...
hey sims
how've you been and where have you been da?
yea, where?
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