I could just sit around making music all day long. As long as I'm making my music ain't gonna do nobody no harm. And who knows maybe I'll come up with a song.
They took me to the battlefield. Saw the mushroom clouds. Said 'I can see the colors. Even when my head is bowed'. And they showed me the destruction.
Tell me now I want the answers for. 'Famine Starvation Bloodshed War'. All the blood that's run before. Why can't politician's fight their own law?. .
I'm in pain baby,. A little hung over maybe. Have you seen my head. Has anybody seen my head. Just when did I become invisible. Tell me when did I become invisible.
If I had no name. Would it be the same. Walkin' in the rain on my own. Tryin' to go home?. . If I was no one. Wouldn't it be fun. Never carin' where I should go.
We walked out in the snow. That fell so soft and slow. That day it washed away. And then out in the rain. So wet but without pain. That day it washed away.
Well, you could tell me. But I don't have to know. I watch you bend when. You try to keep it low. . It isn't even that it means anything. I think you're hiding something.
If I could wash away the clouds with a wave of the hand. If I could make the sun come out, shine its warmth down on the land. I would. . If I could stop you feelin' bad with a kiss upon the head.
Don't mind waitin'. Here, uncertain. Watchin' while the. Town keeps burnin'. Oh. . Used to runnin'. Round in circles. Losin' wind and. Jumpin' hurdles.
Too many times I watched you leave. I didn't say anything. Too many lies inside that bleed. And now we're running out of time. . Out of line, out of faith.
Reading magazines and counting sheep to pass the time away. Hoping that tomorrow's gonna bring a smile BACK home again. Images of palm tree's swaying in the wind on South beach.
I'm cracking up but now I'm filling in the gaps with glue. With every minute every hour there's a different view. It's not that I'm unhappy all the time but I feel used.
It's a shame about Stalin, the curator said. He really was one of the best. Just look at the detail on that head. Too bad to melt him down with the rest.
Indian summer, the shops are shuttered and the crowds are gone. The souvenir sellers are moving on. Like summer lovers. Indian summer. . The earth is cracked beneath the midday sun.
Oh I come from Pittsburgh to study astrology. She said as she stepped on my instep. I could show you New York with a walk between Fourth Street and Nine.
Nothing that's forced can ever be right. If it doesn't come naturally, leave it. That's what she said as she turned out the light. And we bent our backs as slaves of the night.
Nothing that's forced can ever be right. If it doesn't come naturally, leave it. That's what she said as she turned out the light. And we bent our backs as slaves of the night.
the last thing I remember. It was mid December. I was waiting for you on a cold morning. . Can you hear me. Can you see me. Whatever you will feel me soon darling.
Ich öffne mich. Und lasse Dich in mein Leben Ich. Werde mich nicht mehr. Der Schwerkraft ergeben. Ich öffne mich. Ich war zu lange gefangen. Zusammen können wir.
Von hier aus. Gehen wir weiter. Von mir aus. Knnen wir scheitern. Von hier aus. Zu den Hieroglyphen. Von hier aus. In tiefste Tiefen.