Peter Ulrich Weiss (8 November 1916 – 10 May 1982) was a German writer, painter, and artist of adopted Swedish nationality. He is particularly known for his plays Marat/Sade and The Investigation and his novel The Aesthetics of Resistance.
Weiss was born in Nowawes (now part of Potsdam-Babelsberg), Brandenburg, to a Hungarian Jewish father and Christian mother. At age three he moved with his family to Bremen, and then during his adolescence to Berlin where Weiss began training for a career as a visual artist. In 1934 he emigrated with his family to Chislehurst, near London, England, where he studied photography at the Polytechnic School of Photography, and then in 1937-1938 attended the Prague Art Academy. After the German occupation of the Sudetenland in 1938, his family moved to Sweden, and Weiss himself removed to Switzerland. In 1939 he again emigrated to Stockholm, Sweden, where he lived for the rest of his life. He became a Swedish citizen in 1946.
Weiss was married three times: to the painter Helga Henschen, 1943; to Carlota Dethorey, 1949; and to the hereditary baroness Gunilla Palmstierna, 1964. He was politically active as a member of the Communist Party of Sweden, and in 1967 participated in Bertrand Russell's tribunal against the Vietnam War in Stockholm.
Ich möcht' so gern der Zettel sein an deinem großen Zeh,dann wär' ich auch in schwerster Stunde ganz in deiner Nähe.Ich liebe dich so sehr, ich will für immer bei dir sein,drum packt mich doch am besten mit in deinen Sarg hinein!
Jehoo - ich liebe dich so arg, ich möcht in deinen Sarg mit rein,Jehoo - ich liebe dich so sehr, ich will für immer bei dir sein,bei dir sein.
Ich hänge sehr am Leben und ich hänge sehr an dir,bloß wie's aussieht, lebst du nicht mehr lang, der Tod steht vor der Tür.Daß ich nur alte Damen lieben kann, scheint jetzt fatal,denn so alte Damen, (uahaha) die sterben nun einmal.
I destroyed it just yesterday
it was a cool present
maybe the sweetest you have ever given me
I broke it into pieces and threw it away
and on it your dedication cried
Tired of love poetry,
cool blank days and lazy complications
I gotta react and stand
cos' you broke my heart and now I'm breaking your bones
I ‘m stealing breath to anxiety
and drive faster and faster
on the shortest way to reach...
...you
better so...
after all I'm still that drip teenager of the eighties
better so...
I will use the same old words I've been telling you every day
Things got better when you left
Your friends always say that
But I think you better check
Your leaving member contract
You don't get to say
You don't get to say goodbye
And I don't want to be the one
But I could try
Things got better when you left
I hang my hat upon it
People say I'm somewhere else
What's so sad about it?
Even though it means
Even though it means goodbye
And I don't want to be the one
I don't want to be the one here
I don't want to be the one
But I could try
You're not talking
And I'm not talking
The dog's not talking
And no one is talking at all
When you're home
No bark in the street
No bark in the yard
No bark in the house
Next bark is a sound of my own
War for peace
Things got better when you left
So tell your friends about it
I'll just sing it to myself
'Till I can live without it
Even though it means
Even though it means goodbye
And I don't want to be the one
I don't want to be the one here
I don't want to be the one
This is a song for all the lovers in the world
A song for all the lovers that have been hurt
So come on! forget these bad days
Come... searching better ways
(I know that you've been hurt for all the times)
-better ways
I know the ways are hard but you have to walk along
And if you can't escape then try to sing my song
So come on! forget these bad days
Come... searching better ways
(I know that you've been hurt for all the times)
-ways like these
I know you got friends and I know you got heart