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Meissen (in German orthography: Meißen; Sorbian: Mišno; Latin: Misena, Misnia, Misnensium) is a town of approximately 30,000 about 25 km (16 mi) northwest of Dresden on both banks of the Elbe river in the Free State of Saxony, in eastern Germany. Meissen is the home of Meissen porcelain, the Albrechtsburg castle, the Gothic Meissen Cathedral and the Meissen Frauenkirche. The Grosse Kreisstadt is the capital of the Meissen district.
Meissen is sometimes known as the "cradle of Saxony". The city grew out of the early Slavic settlement of Mis(s)ni, named for the small river Mis(s)na today Meis(s)abach (see Miesbach/Musbach/Mosbach), inhabited by the Slavic Glomacze tribe and was founded as a German town by King Henry the Fowler in 929. In 968, the Diocese of Meissen was founded, and Meissen became the episcopal see of a bishop. The Catholic bishopric was suppressed in 1581 after the diocese accepted the Protestant Reformation (1559), but re-created in 1921 with its seat first at Bautzen and now at the Katholische Hofkirche in Dresden. Meissen is the literal plural form of the modern english word "moss" - translating literally as mosses or simply as marsh. Hence Meissner or Meisner - one who works the marsh - porcelain maker.
I've got your calling card and it says don't call at
all.
All in all I've got no one and nobody gots me.
And due to excessive shoe loss,
yeah, they're falling off, they're falling off.
Without further adieu, I'm-a stop it all with signs and
everything and all.
If you didn't want to be here you shouldn't have come
at all.
WE'RE GONNA HAVE A BALL.
And if you don't come it's your loss.
Shake it from side to side.
This is Mexico and from here on out it's a no holds
barred.
See he's already in.
I've lost all momentum to attempt to have half of a
conversation with you.
But this is nothing new.
But this is nothing.
You're the worst thing that's happened to me and if I
was lying maybe we could agree to disagree.
"We're not working out"...
"I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I
know..."
Abrupt pause. "I know." ,
"I'll walk you out"... I'm on my way right now. We've
got to find that horse.
Well, let's go, where's your seatbelt? Let's grow, mi
dos.
Grow up? I've neglected to mention there's a hole in my
boat, we're not going anywhere.
You're still on mute, I'm a mime.
They call me Luke, It's short for Leukemia.
You keep getting louder.
I'm not accusing you, I'm just saying It's all your
fault.
You put the 'cool' in alcohol, and I've lost all
momentum to try to speak to you.
Alas, my fingers hurt from snapping, so, you better
stay on beat.
I'm lost and you know exactly where to find me, on and
on ...so wrong.
Silly girl, tricks are for kids, where's your tricks
now?