{"id":802,"date":"2018-06-30T20:50:17","date_gmt":"2018-06-30T20:50:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/landpoet.de\/?p=802"},"modified":"2018-11-28T18:51:00","modified_gmt":"2018-11-28T18:51:00","slug":"buegelflaschen-bluesoder-auchwestkuesten-fado","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.landpoet.de\/?p=802","title":{"rendered":"<font color=#458B74>B\u00fcgelflaschen-Blues<\/font>"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Kapuzenjungs im feuchten Weltenschmerz,<br \/>\nsie finden sich vom Leben abgeh\u00e4ngt.<br \/>\nDie Politik, die &#8222;Alte\u201d, p\u00f6\u00f6, geschenkt.<br \/>\nEs ploppt das Pils, zwei Glatzen machen Terz,<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">jongliern mit B\u00fcgelflaschen blo\u00df zum Scherz,<br \/>\ndie erste hab\u2018n sie schon ins Watt versenkt.<br \/>\nGern steht man hier als Mann, so eng gedr\u00e4ngt,<br \/>\nsich duckend in die Herde, wasserw\u00e4rts.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Die L\u00e4sterzungen t\u00e4nzeln ohne Zaum,<br \/>\nanheim f\u00e4llt nun die Stadt der Ridicule.<br \/>\nDie B\u00fcrger fallen in den ersten Traum.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Der Strom bringt Nachtluft, bei\u00dfend ihre K\u00fchle,<br \/>\nman geht, die d\u00fcnnen Jacken w\u00e4rmen kaum,<br \/>\nkann sein, es gibt am Schlu\u00df ein paar Gef\u00fchle.<br \/>\n<code>\u00a9 hertz<\/code><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Kapuzenjungs im feuchten Weltenschmerz, sie finden sich vom Leben abgeh\u00e4ngt. Die Politik, die &#8222;Alte\u201d, p\u00f6\u00f6, geschenkt. Es ploppt das Pils, zwei Glatzen machen Terz, jongliern mit B\u00fcgelflaschen blo\u00df zum Scherz, die erste hab\u2018n sie schon ins Watt versenkt. Gern steht man hier als Mann, so eng gedr\u00e4ngt, sich duckend in die Herde, wasserw\u00e4rts. Die L\u00e4sterzungen &hellip; <\/p>\n<p class=\"link-more\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.landpoet.de\/?p=802\" class=\"more-link\"><span class=\"screen-reader-text\">\u201e<font color=#458B74>B\u00fcgelflaschen-Blues<\/font>\u201c <\/span>weiterlesen<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"sfsi_plus_gutenberg_text_before_share":"","sfsi_plus_gutenberg_show_text_before_share":"","sfsi_plus_gutenberg_icon_type":"","sfsi_plus_gutenberg_icon_alignemt":"","sfsi_plus_gutenburg_max_per_row":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[45,46,47,48,15,49],"class_list":["post-802","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-jugend","tag-bier","tag-buegelflasche","tag-glatzen","tag-husum","tag-lyrik","tag-nordsee"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.landpoet.de\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/802","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.landpoet.de\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.landpoet.de\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.landpoet.de\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.landpoet.de\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=802"}],"version-history":[{"count":28,"href":"https:\/\/www.landpoet.de\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/802\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":843,"href":"https:\/\/www.landpoet.de\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/802\/revisions\/843"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.landpoet.de\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=802"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.landpoet.de\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=802"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.landpoet.de\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=802"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}