Gestern war. scheint mir. um mich 'rum noch alles klar;. heute sind schon wieder Sorgen da. . ich glaub' an das. was gestern war!. . Plötzlich dann. war ich nicht 'mal mehr der halbe Manm!.
JoJo war ein Mann. der immer sehr allein war;. er wollt' 'raus aus seiner Haut.. Jo verliess sein Haus in Tulsa. Arizona. dort hin. wo man Gras anbaut..
She makes. me wait. she turns away. she pretends she doesn't hear a word I say. . She's a girl with clouds in her head. . Her room,. the sky. she shuts her eyes.
What am I supposed to do. With all these blues?. Haunting me everywhere. No matter what I do. . Watching the candle flicker out. In the evening glow. I can't let go.
Good things come to those you wait. They're so patient, tears are virtual. But all I've got is the time it takes me to hurt you. . I feel so little, I need so much.
Good things come to those who wait. They say patience is a virtue. But all I've got is the time it takes me to hurt you. I feel so little I need so much.
Will we find a place in tomorrow?. Will we find the way to our dreams?. Will we shine our light through. The darkest night till the morning?. . Glory days.
Volano gli uccelli volano. nello spazio tra le nuvole. con le regole assegnate. a questa parte di universo. al nostro sistema solare.. Aprono le ali. scendono in picchiata atterrano meglio di aeroplani.
Abito in una casa di collina. e user la macchina tre volte al mese. con 2000 lire di benzina. scendo gi in paese.. Quante lucertole attraversano la strada.
Io, contemporaneo della fine del mondo. non vedo il bagliore,. n il buio che segue,. n lo schianto,. n il piagnisteo. ma la verit. da miliardi di anni.
In goldnen Abendschein getauchet. wie feierlilch die Welder stehn!. In leise Stimmen der Voglein hauchet. des Abendwindes leises Wehn.. Was lispeln die Winde, die Vogelein?.
Torneranno di nuovo le piogge riapriranno le scuole,. cadranno foglie lungo i viali,. e ancora un altro inverno,. che porter la neve e un'altra primavera..
I have made it through the canyons. through so many years. I have made it through the mountains. and I have waisted so much tears. I havemade it through the darkness.
easy living on the road. easy going down the drain. so much love and so much sin. too much pleasure, too much pain. feeling so fine. being so fucked up.
When the big one talks; huge, heavy, deep voice.. When he walks his feet rise six feet off the ground.. Seems indestructible and intimidating.. When he's in deep thought.
Where would we be today if no man ever had strength to believe?. If no man had a vision further than their eyes could ever see. They are the ones who paved the way.
Grey's my favorite color. Black and white has never been my thing. I'll take my drink luke warm now. Hot and cold is not the thing for me. . Absolutes are hidden.
I once knew a killer named Lenny Laure. He had lost four fingers, he had faded tattoos. I asked him one day to whom do killers pray. He said to me as he looked away.
I gave you a kiss last Saturday. And you still will not give one back to me. You never have good apology. And your hooves never wrap all the way around me.
Each night the same songs. Each night the pain. As I look for your face. In the shadows of the front row. . Life came between us. Life on the road. We'd kiss and fly on.