Come on and tell me, tell me what's wrong. You look scared stiff of me. Tell me girl what's on your tongue. There's something I don't see. . What the hell is going on in this house?.
The liner is waiting and once again I'm leaving. For a far off land where I'll constantly be grieving. But not for the sake of the absentee mountain. But for the sake of that girl I met by the fountain.
Once upon a time there lived a lady young and fair. Raven hair and rosy cheeks and no one to compare. Daughter of a noble man in a little town. And her name was Nora Lee, and it was spoken all around.
We are dust - We are rain. The choice that no one has the courage to make. . We are the people of the urban attrition. Generation of the virtual emotions.
Hesitation is no alternative, there's no time to think,. I just take the first bus to escape...from out of here. I don't wanna talk to this stupid people in this boring city.
I gotta do something that's what they say. Because time is ticking away. I gotta get a job and work 8 hours a day. Because time is ticking away. I gotta quit my school and become a famous DJ.
Attention, Attention. This is an EO-service announcement (*1). All of the dirty words since reports and persons in this song. Do not mirror historic or true-based facts..
Who dares to dance. On the edge of a ravine?. What's happening. In the dark of our brains?. Misery drags you with it. Over all borders. A fatal alliance.
I am so scared. I feel lonely. Why is the world such a fucked up place?. I am so down. I feel worn out. Why is the world such a fucked up place?. I am so sick.
Now I know what the Moroccan guy meant,. And I sure know how I feels. When he gets kicked out of a club. By a bald muscled security-guy. "You don't belong here" he says straight-faced.
He does it every weekend, in a disco-bar. The primal insistence takes over his empty head. He needs to make himself important, so he scuffles. . The Neanderthal, scuffles!.
Fred was on a party to have beer and some fun. And this party was the place it all begun. He met this quite, little, old, lovely granny. Boozing like hell, that was really funny.
Here I'm standing, yes, I'm crying. Oh my God I feel like dying. I am not a tough guy anymore. . I would never know, what I know now. If you didn't break our vow.
Je bent echt een varken, je waggelt heen en weer. Fifi moet je trekken, lopen kun je al niet meer. Met je gore bontjas en die vette laag make-up. Zit je dan te roddelen bij zo'n teringwijveclub.
From way back in time. A time more civilized. Nations decorate the skin. To express what's within. . As a part of their culture. Like wisdom in a book.