Do you look up at the same stars. do you remember driving in cars. have you been feeling all the same scars. that i do,. . did you patch up things with your mum yet.
(Walt Aldridge/Brad Crisler/Steven Dale Jones). . Brother I'm the keeper of the gate of fools. And lately I've been seein' way to much of you. Everytime I look you're coming round again.
(J. Fred Knobloch/Billy Kirsch). . When the world gets too confusing. And all my dreams seem out of reach. Only questions, no solutions. And no way out that I can see.
You can blame this fall on some. Invitation to your friend. When she promised that she'd come. You could wait until the end. Now you want it all too soon.
You can blame this fall on some. Invitation to your friend. When she promised that she come. You could wait until the end. Now you want it all too soon.
Dresses my mother wore were never of silk. Places where she would go, it wouldn't fit in. But I remember, cold days turned to spring. Just to know she was there when I'd walk in.
Twisted lies, thoughts contained. Deception let out of the cage. Forgotten urge, cant explain. Follow down the path we take. . I find all is left behind.
Hardly seem to notice. Who you are anymore. Trying to find your truths inside. As you stand among the rest. Youre disguise is a lie. As you try and hide behind that face.
Stay beside me, here beside me. Stay beside me day after day. When I'm feeling blue, let me look at you. Oh my darling, please, won't you stay?. . You'll stay beside me, help and guide me.
We're, if at all. Slaves to a pawn. Caught in a cautious lie, if at all. Staggering weightless. Haggard stained cynical. It all tastes sweet. . Leave me to sway here, if at all.
Shadow of a soul you come to me. And wait for my approval to kneel here. Sacred is the ground I tread. Leave no footprints perfect in your eyes. You fool.
(cuando la mente da vueltas sobre una decisin ya tomada). . alimentando mi propia traicion. al verla parada en el umbral. como algo que no he de alcanzar.
(Text und Musik: Georg Ringsgwandl, 1988). Er war ein oider Strassenkoeter,. den's oiwei dorthi ziagt,. wo's eighoazt is schee warm,. und wo ma wos zum Fressn kriagt..
Ich hab jetzt eine Botschaft,. mit der wo ich mich wende ,. an Trinker ohne Disziplin,. an Sufer, ganz elende.. Ich wundere mich, was d'Leut in sich reinsaufen,.
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I'm sick of peace and quiet. all we want, riot, riot, riot. we don't need an excuse. all we need is pills and booze. . see the coppers standing there.
Walking down the street the other day. fancy a drink, well whattya say. a drink became 2, 2 became 3. before I bleedin knew it, on me fuckin knees. this fella I know offers me some pills.
There goes Elvis kicking up a landslide. Close shave now, he's back on the flipside. Stretch taxi gonna fly me to the Hollywood Bowl. . It's a bitch Jack when you need some feedback.