So sprach ich zu mir, du hast ein paar Ideen, mach dir was draus, und wenn es nichts wird, dann mach dir nichts draus.
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I love this tinid tenderness, half question and half confidence, a homage to an innocence, foreknowing hidden eagerness. I love your warm and beauty face, your young one and your old, the wisdom that it told, I fall beneath your grace. I appreciate your smile, the things you did for me and how you set me free, please stay here for a while. I tremble into your kiss, the desire in my heart is growing from the start, how wonderful it is. I'm lying at your side, I feel your naked flesh, I feel your quiet breath, your thighs are opened wide. I love this "more-than-tenderness", less question, more of confidence, a homage to an innocence, not hiding our eagerness. |
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All that you do and all that's been done,
the good and the evil under the sun, the fresh breeze of springtime you feel all around, the bird in the sky, the snake on the ground. The ocean's continously filled up by the river like the world is by thoughts that make people shiver, the teardrops, the rainbows, a glimpse in the night, no one has been left, so don't leave the right. |
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I always used to believe that all in life is so easy,
I always used to believe that everything works out fine. But now a heavy dark shadow is crushing my daydream, and so I must realize, this girl will never be mine. Every letter that I sent to you, every second that I spent with you, it is written in the sand for you, that my love will never end for you. And you know it's true. Although I never said I love you, I always showed you that I do. |
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She never was a beauty queen,
nor the opposite, the truth lies in between. She always kept her private sense from the public eye, behind her garden fence. Now she looks in the mirror, she's prepared for her private show. She puts on her make-up, and then she is ready to go. Every wrinkle in her face is a souvenir from a lonely night. Every line beside her sad, sad eyes, and just one more each time she cries. And every single grey hair is an epitaph to a youth gone by. Every smile on her well rounded lips is just a lie. Watch the beauty queen in her bedroom scene. It's experience that acts. There's so much in between. So don't disturb her circles. No, don't disturb her circles. 'Cause this is just another lyric written by another restless heart. It is just another cry for help. It is just another entry in a diary that's empty. It's another crazy moment in another crazy time. This is just another rainy day. Another face that turns away. Another chance that has gone by. And you just stare and wonder why. Another thing that has forever gone wrong. And it is just another meaningless song. And now it's time to say goodbye. Dry your eye, don't cry. |
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She gives her smile to the boys for free
with natural simplicity, and the hypothetical heroes discuss their whisky wisdoms while they get lost in the web of their cigarettes' smoke and their mind slips away on the alcoholic waterfall. Never together and never alone. Always forever until the break of dawn. Crawling like creatures, begging in rain, clutching at empty words, oh what a silly game. She keeps on smiling, her eyes stare at the wall. The shimmering light makes shadows dance, she's wondering after all what she's doing on a place like this, lost in a fetal bliss, everyone would take her out - oh what a funny crowd. And so she asks another beer to carry her away from here. |
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A change must be done
and you must turn the switch but before you know which the chance has already gone. So tell me are you satisfied with the way in which you live your life? And tell me are you happy now when you don't know when and you don't know how? The world has changed and you have changed, but the universe is still the same and in this way it will remain until the end of this eternal game. The riddles are finally solved and you solved them with a frown, because riddles are involved, but in the end you climbed behind the dawn. Now the reason is near and the reason is burning till the day the tide is turning and tomorrow this day may be here. So if you think your life is strange, there must be something you should change. |
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The clock is turning back. It is sad, it is said.
The world is turning back. It is sad, it is said. The plastic eye jojo's falling up from the ground - can you hear the sound moving all around? Every cloud is a piece in the puzzle named sky - and you don't know why your hope raised so high. And the shadow of lightning's banging inside your head - it's alive and dead. It is weird and mad. |
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Manchen Tag und manche Nacht hab' ich drüber nachgedacht: Was hab' ich in meinem Leben denn nur immer falsch gemacht? Immer an Probleme denken, immer sich das Hirn verrenken, Leben in den Bahnen lenken, Hoffnung tief im Sumpf versenken, und den Rest werd' ich dir schenken. |
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Sie hatten Tisch und Bett geteilt,
dann hat das Schicksal ihn ereilt, daß sie bei einem ander'n weilt. Es dauert, doch die Wunde heilt. Es dauert, er trauert, er fühlt sich leer und ausgepowered und sein Herz ist eingemauert. Es ist nicht gut für das Gemüt, wenn Liebe in der Glut verglüht. Lost in thoughts, lost in meanings. Without meanings, without thoughts. Living in a daydream on a grey screen without end. Hope is just an empty word said on an empty place, set in an empty space. Feelings not more than memories of long forgotten days that have never really been.
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"Was hat der andere, was ich nicht habe?"
"Dieses Mädchen zur Freundin." You gotta shake hands, give hands, take hands. Gone forever, no more tears. |
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[ The madman's laughter ]
I am the master, you are the slave, day after day you will lift out your grave: Come with me and I'll sell you happiness, buy today and pay tomorrow, you certainly will forget all your distress, all your pain and sorrow. It needs only a little bit of this stuff, the needle is kissing your flesh, just one small pinprick, that is enough - you won't be aware of your crash. But suddenly your blood is burning like fire and soon it will drive you insane, from now on you've got only one great desire: doing anything to diminish this pain. You're going to steal, and - isn't it funny?! - you're betraying yourself, can't you see: you will do anything just to get money and then you will bring it to me. I am the master now of your mind, 'cause it's me who is giving you stuff, you're sinking in marsh and one day you'll find, you're a rat, but you are not as tough. There will be days when you'll find yourself crying, you live a life of shame and you live a life in fear, you're without any hope 'cause your future is dying, and when you're gonna die, no one will waste a single tear. So come with me, I'll sell you loneliness, sick today and die tomorrow, soon you will suffer from biggest distress, from pain and shame and sorrow. There have always been fools like you in this world who thought this won't happen to them, I guess that you should have already heard: the junky's always losing the game! [ Written somewhere in time & space ] |
And now I'm lying on the floor,
but I won't cry forever more, still you keep knocking on my door, it's so fantastic... |
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Dies ist die Zeit des halben Wertes
zwischen Hunger und Geborgenheit. Dies ist die Zeit des halben Wertes, it's alright. Dies ist die Zeit des halben Wertes zwischen Grünanlagen und Beton. Dies ist die Zeit des halben Wertes, nothing's wrong. |
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You can change the distance,
you can close the book. You can keep your windows clean, you can take a look. You can choose another colour, you can find your rising star. You can change from dark to pallor, you can be whatever you are. You can say forbidden words, you can even change your name. You can lighten up the murk, but the song remains the same. |
Like the river flows to the ocean,
like east can't exist without west, like the wind keeps the whole world in motion, like a good one is worse than the best, like thunder comes with lightning and lightning comes with rain, like times are getting frightning and wonderful again, like shadows dance at day time and go to sleep at night, like horizon is a thin line and left will change to right, like sun shine will come after rain, like fun is better than pain, like love is the best thing to do, like I like to like you. |
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When you were young, no one was right for you,
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Das Wissen um die eigenen Mängel ist wie eine Träne im Auge: Man drückt ein Auge zu und wischt sie weg. Das Leben ist wie eine Militärparade, die "Chancen des Lebens" ziehen reihenweise an einem vorbei und man kann sie nur aus der Ferne begutachten. Gib dem Leben eine Chance, eine Chance für's Leben. |
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Welcome to my party, I hope you're having fun,
I'm honestly happy that so many have come
who I haven't invited.
Everyone is happy, please enjoy yourself.
Please, don't vomit on the table,
don't urinate in the flowerpot,
don't stick your chewing-gum under your seat.
If I only were able,
I'd give you the final shot -
are the flowers fine to eat?
You must have left your brain at home,
I really can't believe it.
Do you have to empty your
ketchup bottle on the carpet?
Oh, girl, you're wearing a very nice shirt,
but ain't it a little too tight
for your luxurious bosoms?
You all look like pigs, rolling in dirt -
keep your fingers off my cousins!
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When I talked to her that evening,
I said, don't leave me for this man. When I talked to her that evening, I said, don't leave me for this man. Well, you know that I love you & I'll do all the best I can. When I turned around next morning, the bed was empty, she was gone. When I turned around next morning, the bed was empty, she was gone. Well, I know that she left me & now I'll choose another one. |
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Wer verzagt
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Manchmal sollte man dem Rückzug den Vorzug geben.
Alle Dinge kann man geraubt bekommen, dann sind sie weg. Mit Ausnahme des Herzens, das kann einem immer wieder geraubt werden, ohne je zurückgegeben zu werden. Interessant...! "Interessant" ist ein dehnbarer Begriff & ein dehnbarer Begriff ist interessant. |
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Die Welt liegt in Trümmern,
ich streue Asche auf mein Haupt. Es hilft kein Jammern und kein Wimmer, doch daß es so käme, hätt' ich nie geglaubt. Sie war das tollste Mädchen, das ich jemals kannte. Es war die größte Sache... ...in die ich mich verrannte. I've replaced my feelings by sentimental thoughts. Sarcasm gives a helping hand, I can't change a thing, it's all over now. For the rest of my life I will be lonely and blue. For the rest of my days I will be thinking of you. So how do you see me and how do you want me to be and how do you feel when I'm by your side? |
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The night has come,
we're on the run, and no one will see the sun. It's getting cold outside, we're growing old outside, so have a drink with me, who do you think to be? Here comes your dish, I have no wish, thunder and lightning is very frightning. You should be able to go where you're going; look at this table: it ain't shrinking, it ain't growing. I'll have to pay the bill, or is it you who will? I'm going home now, please take your own cow. I wish you all the best, you won't get the rest. |
She's the princess of man's fantasy,
a product of modern style, her face in every magazine, you've loved her for a while. Long legs and a pretty face, blond hair and big blue eyes, sympathy combined with grace is always recognized. She's the victim of your destiny, a product of modern style. Her face in every cloud you see |
I've caressed her for a million times,
but only in my dreams. The breathless empty wind that chimes deliveres silent screams. There are some days when the sun seems to move and the earth it seems to stand still. At night a cat stands on the roof, affected by its thrill. I want to meet an alien, my feelings overflow. I cannot stand this loneliness, the cracks begin to show. A rat is coming out of the gutter, searching for its meal. A leap, a cry, a final flutter - the victim's fate is sealed. |
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All the day and all the night in full moon fever earth shines bright, they're coming down from every hill, the slaughter writes his final bill. From the future to the past our childhood dreams will ever last, that's the point on which we stand, still searching for the promised land. |
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You recucitate my neurosis,
bring salt into my wounds. You've taken my pride, but that was yesterday. The times have changed, I'm back again - and now it's jester's day! You've packed your things and now you softly close the door, only a few moments later I hear your footsteps on the floor. In your mind you've left a thousand times before and you're forever gone today. You said you want to go your own way now and maybe it's better this way. Old memories are standing around like uninvited guests on a party, they're talking to me in words I can't hear, for I am the undead martyr. I'm falling in love with my loneliness, talk to shadows on the wall, I'm trying to laugh about my own distress and about my rising fall. You were looking like an angel when you came into my life, but you were only assassing my soul and the memory hurts like a knife. Loneliness is thrilling me, emptiness is killing me, an undefinable hunger for something I don't understand. Old photographs seem to be laughing at me, but it's over and I'm knocking on wood. I'm kissing the darkness that's surrounding me and a kiss never tasted so good. I've gone solo in this game. You've gone so low, it's a shame. Blond poison has changed into blanked scorn while the rose of love has found a thorn. You weren't my first one, I won't be your last, the future is yours and mine is the past. The sky has turned from blue to grey since happiness has gone away. The day is losing colour as the light is fading away, and through the eyes of a child that's lost its favourite toy at morning I see the world in different light and soon the day is dawning. |
Once again a day is over
and there's a question in your mind about the secrets of the living world, about the miracle of life. The miracle of life, it's the colour of a rainbow, it is the smile on your face, it is the power in your look. The miracle of life, it is the glow in the dark, it is the candle of hope that shines inside your heart. It is the salt of a tear, it is the giggle in a laughter, it is the blue in the sky, that's the miracle of life. The miracle of life, it's not so far beyond your fantasy, in the direction of your destiny, there's the miracle of life. |
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Vibrations of another time
come echoing across my spine, a hundred blue ambassadors of morning. And as I see them on the floor, and some come rushing through my door, they're getting more and more; outside it's dawning. The willows they are wispering their secrets, sun's delivering the flowers and the butterflies from sleep. The birds are singing in the trees, they're waken by a summer breeze (an dieser Stelle blieb die Inspiration in der Fahrstuhltür stecken). |
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Loneliness is a friend of mine
I used to talk to for a long time... I was standing on an empty place, right in the middle. I was looking into your face and your eyes they seemed like a riddle. We were waiting for the time to go and silence was singing. Somewhere between high and low my mind started spinning. We soon exchanged our kisses in a strong ritualized way as the yawning looks of blisses were boring more that day. We surrendered to a new decade, following our instincts. Defended - but it was too late, the time has gone, the grin sinks. You were walking alone, you were walking away. The secrets were known, the feelings won't stay. Still waiting for the time to go, an emotional overflow, we all walk alone if we've got nothing to say. |
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There ain't no love for a lonely heart.
There ain't no love for a lonely heart. There ain't no love for a lonely heart. There ain't no such thing as love for my lonely heart. I look down, down, down, and I see you. I believe in you. I'll be leaving you. Truth or trash, Youth for cash. Local hero, Total zero. Vereinzelt verzweifelt. And while you wonder what the girl could have ment when she said she loves you, another guy comes and takes her. Es wird sich im Leben nichts ändern, solange man selbst sich nicht ändert. |
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There are footsteps on the corridor,
there's poison in your veins, there's a shadow on your bedroom wall that is driving you insane. You feel how your stomach is ripped up by a knife. Your eye bulbs roam, your head aches as if it was a hive. The faster you run, the harder you fall when you stumble. The inquisition has begun, with your back against the wall you crumble. And while your skull is rolling down the road, your fans expect you to do the next step on the way to your upcoming history. And soon you're mystery. It is a mad dream, bad dream, sad dream. Tears on your face you hear your head scream, but it's not you, because you're someone else. |
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She's a dream within a daydream
in the sleepy eyes of days, and the greedy guys around her soak up every word she says. Her face is twined by their looks as she is standing in the room. It's a scene like open books and her beauty is her doom. All the hunters and collectors become gawns in her chess game of that night and like moths they're paralyzed by the flickering disco light. It's no commitment on the one and no real love on the other hand. These are only some of the pros and cons of a one night stand. There's the cool guy, handsome walker, thinks he's an entertaining talker, thinks that his haunting eyes have really nearly caught her. Oh, he's as dull as ditch water. Mushy muzzle, muzzy mind. Stranger of a certain kind. Master of the tunnel vision. Fighter for his private mission. She might prefer the funny boy, sunny boy, so he could be her one night toy, lots of joy. He's a clown, a riddler, a joker. Laughing matters, looks play poker. He is more the chary man, contemptive man, charming as no other can. For a moment would he linger puppet at her pretty finger. It's no commitment on the one and no real love on the other hand. These are only some of the pros and cons of a one night stand. You are a sinner, you're a saint, and not a little bit ashamed. And now you tell me that I'm wrong, show disagreement to this song. I may be wrong and I may be right, I sing this song when I'm out of sight. She's fully aware of her effect on men, enjoys her charisma to the full now and then. Tasty flavour, a musing (amusing) behaviour. One day she may see what she has become. But she is not the only one. The mob still loafs around in dark and selfish ignorance, unbearable penetrance, niveau on the ground. They drown their minds in alcohol, senses have already gone. Nicotin has built a street on their fingers where sorrow can drive away on. It's no commitment on the one and no real love on the other hand. These are only some of the pros and cons of a one night stand. |
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And now the skies are opened wide,
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I'll write a song for you.
A little song to flatter your sweet soul, a little song to open up your heart and just to tell you that my heart is true. A little song to tell you that I care, to thank you for the good time that we share. And as I write this song, I implore the force that is above, I doubt if all my words could be enough to show the feelings that I have for you, I'm so in love with you. |
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 Midnight sun on a dusty rainbow, And the fields are glowing bright. Rotten dreams of fallen angels, Illuminated heights. On feathered wings upon the earth, Never looking back. Let heaven know the incidence In fleeting mental jack. Provoking other states of mind, If only for the rhyme. Not hiding from the afternoon, Surrender from the crime. Knowing other joy and pain In martyrism time. |
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Minor wishes, major freedom, looking for some clues,
After praying at Thanksgiving, hanging on for dues. Really on the edge of reasons, really in some doubt, Illustrated wisdom tells you what it's all about. Over twenty-thousand rivers, on the banks of somewhere else, Now it's time to start another business that beauty sells. Let there be more light, I ask the keeper of the dark, Interfered with liquid fear, illuminating spark. Precious comes the moment dropping through a hole in time, Irreal but all fantastic is the magic rhyme. Nowhere is the place of freedom, everywhere is here, Super hero of the evening, anything but mere. Knighthood is a lonely matter in an open door, Innocent by spoken words, and never ask for more. |
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The spirit of freedom was in the air
when I walked though your garden, all the birds up in the trees sang louder than before. Blooming flowers everywhere, nature in new garment, the biggest beauty I've ever seen was knocking at your door. A springtime revolution, now it was taking place, the comfort of your constitution reflected in your face. |
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to dry my falling tears, to take away my fears and guide me in the dark. need to shelter me from rain, to shelter me from pain and prop me when times are hard. you to guide me through the years, to guide me through the land, I lay my hand in yours. |
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The words of love dropped from your lips
in an innocent way that can't be replayed. The tender game of finger tips, not ment to survive, a moment's fate. Cracking up my consciousness, building a nest in my brain. We pled asylum from our phantasy for our illgotten gain. It's the same old situation but we're playing different parts. Heaven's getting closer now, guilty bodies with innocent hearts. Now you dance to the sound of my breaking heart, jigsaw pieces of yesterday's oaths lie splittered on the floor. Everyone knows it, no one's taking part, and while you dance, you always long for more. The dreamclouds disappear before my window, I rearrange the relics of my youth, hitchhiking the train to emotional success, not knowing what was lie and what was truth. So turn 'round the page and burn down the cage, we might meet again at a different age. |
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It was a sunny day
in April or in May in the botanic garden. He was a weeping willow, his lost hair on his pillow, he said "I beg your pardon. Are you gonna go my way? For a second would you stay? Would I have ever known before that I would meet you." She was a wallflower, life is a tall tower, she slipped away while she was drunken by his words. They both left the station, a bizarre situation, life is a sin-phony when two hearts beat as one. Now it's love at stake and several years have gone. He says "My head aches, so please don't take too long. Wash up the dishes and then clean the floor. Fulfil my wishes and stay outside the door. Go make the cooking, then you may rest a while." She says "Now cool down, give birth to a smile." And so they call back the days of the past. Growing frustration caused by social stagnation. Memorial for better times that almost didn't last. |
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I increase the sheets of paper with poems in ink of blue.
I write forgotten memories from my mind. I'm a prisoner in the cage of my feelings for you. I feel some stranger's looks from behind. Seven guardian angels guide me to your door. Seven guardian angels walk away. My heart beats as loud as my footsteps on the floor. I feel I am supposed to stay. Tons and tons of thoughts weigh on me, press until I'm flat like the sheets of paper I've collected there under my bed. The sun shines through the clouds just like a halogen lamp and a neon coloured rainbow stands lonely on the field. Where was the beginning and where will be the end and when was the time when all my wounds where healed? All the letters I have written but never sent them. And the poet's bleeding heart lies on the ground. All the promisses of love, I never ment them. I was searching for beauty, but pain was all I found. So I followed my fate to freedom, I was guided by some fires through the night. And all my emotions, would I keep them from that moment on until the morning light. Now I have finished my journey and so I may think at last about my possible futures and yet impossible pasts. |
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Einst ward sie wunderbar besungen,
doch lang schon ist das Lied verklungen, das er nach einer Liebesnacht für sie als Requiem erdacht. Nach Tausenden von ungesagten Worten, am Ende einer längst vergangenen Zeit, an Dutzenden von nie gekannten Orten macht in mir jetzt sich eine Sehnsucht breit. Nach viel zu vielen viel zu leeren Stunden, Gedanken ziehen wieder hin zu dir. Nach Blicken des Verlangens und Begehrens, nach manchen Augenblicken des Verzehrens, nach all der Zeit des Bangens und Entbehrens bist du nun endlich auf dem Weg zu mir. So haben wir zum Schluß uns doch gefunden. |
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Es gibt hunderttausend Nächte,
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You sit down beside me
and pay me a drink, and then you may think that you have bought my voice. You may have expected that you would be elected by me, but I'm free and I still have my choice. After how you have acted, I would have expected you changing your mind, if you would be so kind. I wonder if you realize that you do not possess me, not even impress me, your effort is in vain. I hope you'll recall your essential intention, not even to mention that it could be your gain. |
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We personalize our lives,
we customize the future. Beneath a waterfall that dives we keep our past inside a suitcase. While we wonder where we were when we were where we wandered, we weep like weakly widows while our ship is going under. Flattering your ego, pointing in the dark, living without oxygene, a flame becomes a spark. A circle with no edge, you parfume the air. You're richer in knowledge and poorer in hair. Like the view from the hill on the top of a mountain, a face in the crowd or a flash in the dark. Feeling alone like on top of a fountain. You were so proud. You've left your mark. The visionary's gone blind face to face to faith on the cutting edge of life, in the center of this maze. You're still waiting for someone to come to tell you where to go while you gaze in wondering at the sea the oarsmen have already left the boat. The blood drops of your first broken heart have left a mark on the carpet of your soul, tear the world and you apart. Oblivion is your only goal. The metaphers still dance ring-a-ring-o-roses in the poems that you once wrote for her. You keep your silken memories within a chest of drawers, hidden under selfdelusion, covered by paper flowers. You eradicate the symptoms, call for freedom, truth and justice, but the problem still remains the same, that's how it just is. Life ain't simple, life ain't fair. There's a dimple, but you don't care. |
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There's a ring on a field
that somebody may find. She has lost it long ago, but it is still on her mind. There's a problem she hides, it's a birthmark on her soul, she can't wipe it away, it gets out of control. And like cancer it grows and eats her up inside, in some nightmares it shows and it nearly lets her die. But she will tell nobody about it, but she is so sad about it. And there is no doubt about it that she was better on without it. But he knows her secret. He won't tell and he will keep it till the end of time and then he will never smile again without her. Sometimes it's strange the way things go (it could be stranger, who may know). We walk a stony way of life; the ocean's deep, but we will dive. There's a ring on a field that somebody may find. She has lost it long ago but it is still on her mind. There's a glimpse of hope in the blue of her eye, it's getting brighter every day and his love will ever stay - and it will never fade away - with her. |
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It's the last silent moment
before thunder scares the atmosphere and the scream of the oppressed echoes from the heights of pain, obscured by the grim look of wrath. Putrid stench crawls out of the morast of human greed and vanity. Canon's food for leader's pride, trampled by the cavalry's hoofs. Hand of fate, eyes of fear, words of hate, death so near. Fields of destruction, evil's seduction, the victory of insanity, the loss of humanity. It is war. |
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You get closer, get in touch.
You adore it all so much. You always long for more, like the sea for the shore. You want the best in life for free. The future's always clear to see. You see your life and then again empty spaces in your brain. The problem is inside, you don't have the insight. |
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Gedanken sie verziehen sich, verziehen aber hab' ich nicht und werde es wohl niemals tun, Gedanken aber sollen ruh'n. |
Dies stelle ich öfter fest als meine Handbremse, die auch heute wieder gut angezogen ist. Diese Feststellung treffe ich gelegentlich, meistens in der Stadt. Immer dann, wenn die Gelegenheit sich ergibt, weil sie die Aussichtslosigkeit ihrer Situation erkannt hat (manchmal geht sie auch an ihr vorbei, ohne sie zu erkennen). Sie steht dort so herum, sie hat einen guten Stand. Einen besseren zumindest als der indische Würstchenverkäufer am Ende des Ganges. Dann sage ich "Hallo Feststellung, schön, daß ich dich auch mal wieder treffe", wir kommen ins Gespräch, denn die Feststellung ist eine alte Labertasche, immer ein Lächeln und ein feuchtes Lied auf den Lippen, und anschließend gehen wir wieder auseinander, so wie ein Kuchen, wenn zuviel Hefe im Teig ist. Sowas kommt vor, geht aber meistens auch wieder zurück. Dies ist zumindest nicht ausgeschlossen, es sei denn, es steht vor der Tür und hat keinen Schlüssel dabei, aber doch zumindest unwahrscheinlich unwahrscheinlich. |
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| "The eloquence of broken tongues" |
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Das geschriebene Wort: Ayner v. Thaus-End |
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