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Franz Reinisch was a Catholic priest who refused to take an oath of allegiance to Hitler. At 3:00 a.m. on August 21, 1942, he dispersed what little belongings he had left, knowing that he would soon be beheaded by guillotine for his convictions.
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was it really worth it?did you change the world?you know you didn’t deserve itand it all seems a little absurdthe folly of a madmanis the downfall of the oneswho care the most
the boldest statements have the greatest consequencesit’s easy to confuse between what’s right and wrongour lives cannot be measured by a single momentwe sing our song but then we need to carry on
Gerade hier, in dieser Stadtdarf ich zur Fackel der Liebe und des Friedens werdendie nun in die weite Welt hinausgeschleudert wirdum ein Flammenmeerder herz LiebeSooft ich auch mein Gewissen überprüfeich kann zu keinem anderen Urteil kommenUnd gegen mein Gewissenkann und will ich mit Gottes Gnade nicht handeln
In 1993, American visual artist and painter Xylor Jane started waking up at 3:07 a.m., allowing herself only to focus on painting during these hours awake.
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see the cool kidsacting stupidand you’re glad that you’re not 22 againcause you got purpose
up the creek with no paddlecan’t get back in the saddlebut showin’ up’s half the battlewhen you got purpose
inspirationdedicationhesitation, such a strange relationshipbut you got purpose
all the numbersin the colorsand the patterns form another universeyou got purpose
In the Amazing Spider-Man (1999) #678-679, Peter Parker enters a time machine and has a glimpse at one day into the future, where he finds New York City in complete ruins. Finding a broken watch, he eventually concludes that the disaster happened at exactly 3:10 a.m., giving him precious little time to try to figure out how to prevent the impending doom from happening.
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all we’ve got is todaynothing stands in our wayonly fear to overcomewhen the day is donewill tomorrow ever come?
Grady built himself a time machinethen you stepped into a catastropherunning round the city trying to change the fatesfrustrated, wished you’d waited for your friends
might be time for you to settle downspent half your life waiting to touch the groundin a world of sinners searching for a prayeryou pray that someday someone will find you
On June 6, 1968, at 3:17 a.m., a child was born in Rochester, NY. At that same exact moment in Los Angeles, Sirhan Sirhan was in police custody for having shot U.S. Senator Robert F. Kennedy multiple times the day before. For every second of the child’s life which has continued into adulthood, Sirhan Sirhan has remained incarcerated.
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summer days and popsiclesbasketballs and bicyclesall the cousins in the swimming poolgiant parties in the backyardgood at school and good at sportsbut music is my living forceup all night in the studiodriving in my first car
nothing but TIME the memories we makenothing but TIME tomorrow’s yesterdaynothing but TIME a moment in the starsnothing but TIME we’re never who we are
two years at the universityI miss my roommate Brady O’Keefeno better feeling being in a bandBoston changed everythingSyracuse to get a law degreethat’s when I met Debbie and NatalieNew York City possibilitiesbig plans and bigger dreams
pickup gamesAcademylate nightsbeing who I wanna benew loveold friendspuddle jumpsknowing I don’t have to pretendblue skiesice creamfalling leavesin Thessalonikimovie nightCrash Boat BeachOcracokelisten to my best friend sing
met the woman who would be my bridetwo daughters always by my sidethey go to school where I used to besame classrooms where I would dreamI was there when my father diedhe gave me strength and my stubborn sideif there was just one thing that I could beI’d be half the Dad he was for me
now your days linger on19,581maybe someday I’ll hear your eulogythrough celestial frequenciesthere is a truth beyond the pleasand polka dot conspiraciesa single moment changes everythinglife lived without memories
In Fayetteville, Arkansas, a City Council meeting that lasted ten hours centered around a key question; whether or not to extend civil rights protection against terminations and evictions based on gender identification and gender preference. The meeting included extensive testimony from the community, and the ordinance passed on August 20, 2014 at 3:20 a.m.
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if I could lose my home because of the one I lovewhere else could we go to be who we are?
everybody knows what’s right and wrong hereeverybody knows it isn’t fairan infinite succession of the presentthe choice is clear
let us not be afraidno-one here is the enemylet’s be leaders againbe a beacon of hope
who can comprehend the way that we’re treatedwhen they don’t understand what’s different from them?
I don’t wanna wait anymoreif you never depart, then you never arrivewe are better than hate and fearjust trying to survive
we can learn to be kindwe can learn to be lovingwe can treat people rightwe can treat people fair
if I could lose it all because of the one I lovewhere else would we go to be who we are?
With temperatures below freezing, naked while physically restrained by police officers, and with a “spit sock” over his head, Daniel Prude stopped breathing on March 23, 2020, at approximately 3:25 a.m. in Rochester, NY.
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and exactly six miles from meand exactly when I’m asleepa man is dead
from Chicago he commuted on a trainand his brother picked him up from where he’d beennow there’s no one gonna hear his voice again
and exactly six miles awaynaked in the street where he laya man is dead
in the morning I will wake up late againskim the headlines, try to see what’s happeningbut I’ll know nothing of this new world where I live
where exactly six miles from hereliving where I’m so unawarewhere I live without any fear
In an attempt to thwart an assassination plot during his Whistle-Stop train ride from Springfield, Illinois to Washington, DC, President-elect Abraham Lincoln travelled by train in the middle of the night. Scheduled to stop in Baltimore on the afternoon of February 23, 1861, he instead passed through at 3:30 a.m., thereby frustrating the attempted assassination.
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into the night seeking solitudepassing the lamps as they glowviolence answered with mansuetudestill there’s a long way to go
one two threesurrendering to fates untold decisionpraying for the light of day againreborn anewthe circumstances culminating in this momentlimitless options, limited outcome
you will go, you will return not, in war shall you dieyou will go, you will return not, in war shall you die
you will go, you will return, not in war shall you dieyou will go, you will return, not in war shall you dieyou will go, you will return, not in war shall you dieyou will go, you will return, not in war shall you die
Telstar I, the world’s first commercial communications satellite, was launched into orbit on July 10, 1962, at 3:35 a.m. from Cape Canaveral.
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fall asleep believingthere’s something worth seeing morethan what’s right in front of youtime to let the healingbegin for this great big worlda chance to build the future again
cowboys and indianssomeone’s always gotta winbut what if there’s a better waywhere everyone can playsatellite up abovewish upon a star your thinking ofsend images through the airwe’ll watch them everywhere
don’t cross your heartor hope to diedon’t ever stick that needle in your eyeanother chancewhen chances fadethe promise of a peaceful perfect day
After a weekend drinking binge at a company sponsored event, an alcoholic oil futures broker traded more than seven million barrels of oil during an alcohol-induced blackout, causing a change in the market usually associated with major geopolitical events. He made his last trade on June 30, 2009 at 3:41 a.m.
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someday I’ll gograce under wingspirit is movingangels will singmove right and slowcity bells ringfar enough to get there and begin
get up, gotta get it startedstay down, nowhere left to fallbig bucks, seven million barrelsquick sell short then you take the callabuse from the wrong directionscapegoat and the seeds we sowFSA gives their final noticenothing left to know
someday I’ll gograce under wingspirit is movingangels will singmove right and slowcity bells ringfar enough to get there and begin again
get there againthe edge is where we place itgotta get there againwhen the world is wastedget there againand you’ve had enoughget there againhave you had enough?
no chance for a new tomorrowno chance it ain’t going downvultures need to feed their feelingsendlessly they’ll be coming roundblackout like a power outageburnout like an atom bombfit and proper resurrectionwalk before you run
I know the end is where we beginI know it’s time to start againI know a new day is comingI know the end is where to beginI know it’s time to let it in
For decades Bermudian Johnny Barnes, would wake up at 3:45 a.m. every day in order to have enough time to walk to the Crow Lane roundabout in Hamilton and greet the earliest morning commuters. He would blow kisses to the people that drove past him, shouting “I love you!” to each one.
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I love you
when it first beganthey complained about me but I kept coming back againnow they cheer and wavebuilt a statue of me for the smiles and the love I gaveI even saw the queenshe said, “Johnny I love you” from the back of her black limousinesimple words to sayif you say them enough yours is not the only life you may save
In the early morning of November 9, 1938, Nazi party leader Ernst Wettengel, commanded the Leipzig SA to instigate violence against Jewish establishments. By 3:51 a.m. that night, SA members dressed in regular clothes, burned down the Gemeinde synagogue in the town of Gottschedstraße. This is but one example of the violence perpetrated that night, known as Kristallnacht, when thousands of Jewish-owned businesses, homes, and synagogues were vandalized, looted, and set on fire by the Nazis and their supporters throughout Germany.
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only taking orders from the highest place
no one lift a fingerno one lift a fingerno one lift a fingerheroes stay home
only taking orders from the highest place
violence is the ethosviolence is the ethosviolence is the ethoscome and join us
On August 5, 1987, sometime between 2:30 a.m. and 3:55 a.m., Ann Pettway kidnapped a baby girl and raised her as her own.