Banco del Mutuo Soccorso - Non mi Rompete

these BMS vids are hard to come by, but i promise i'll upload more of them as soon as i can

Ougenweide - Willkommen (1976)

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Ougenweide ist fantastisch!!!
Wir haben ein par sehr gutes gruppen wie Ougenweide in Schweden aber nicht so gut als Ougenweide!!!

Fantastisch! Ich liebe diese Band. Vielen dank!!

Jeaa!
Ich finds Geil! Das is Die erste und beste Deutsche Mittelalterrockband überhaupt!
Und das beste Olaf ist mein Schlagzeuglehrer :))))

oh mann,du glücklicher!:)

Die beste deutsche Mittelalter Bnad forever!Minne Graw sah ja damals richtig lecker aus...:)

Ich finde es schön, dass dieses Lied von Walther von der Vogelweide von Ougenweide vertont worden ist, aber noch schöner fände ich eine Version mit mittelhochdeutschem Originaltext.

Sufftaubed wenigstens Patriotisch und heben sich von den lächerlichen Antigermanischen 68er Hippiepack und unserer Tage ab.

Zudem ist Ougenweideum Welten besser als zB "In Extremo" und andere "Mittelatergruppen" und bis heute unerreicht.

Legs & Co.: Night Fever [Dancing Bee Gees: Top of the Pops [wearing very short nighties and silver knickers] via Flick's Knickers

Leda And The Swan: Kurt Kren [1964]

Kurt Kren, 1964

Also known as "Leda and the Swan" one of the most densely constructed of all Kren's Aktion films. Based on the poem by Yeats called also "Leda and the Swan" it features some unforgettable and disturbing imagery. We see Leonardo,who grates a large cucumber over Leda with a grater,squashes 10 tomatoes and cracks 5 eggs on her.He places a bottle containing a rose between her legs. Then he scatters bread-crumbs and coffee powder over her. Leda sets her upper body upright and draws in one leg. Leonardo places a large, uninflated plastic swan between her legs and so on.


"Leda And The Swan"

A SUDDEN blow: the great wings beating still
Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed
By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill,
He holds her helpless breast upon his breast.
How can those terrified vague fingers push
The feathered glory from her loosening thighs?
And how can body, laid in that white rush,
But feel the strange heart beating where it lies?
A shudder in the loins engenders there
The broken wall, the burning roof and tower
And Agamemnon dead.
Being so caught up,
So mastered by the brute blood of the air,
Did she put on his knowledge with his power
Before the indifferent beak could let her drop?