Wir brauchten früher keine große Reise,. wir wurden braun auf Borkum und auf Sylt. Doch heute sind die Braunen nur noch Weiße,. denn hier wird man ja doch nur tiefgekühlt.
Ich brauche etwas,das es nicht gibt,so wie wen jemand neben mir liegt. ich brauche etwas,das keiner kennt,irgend etwas wie ein Happy-end. . Chorus: Wann sind wir endlich da,wo ich noch niemals war.
i remember the island. there's a tale to tell. spin of the water wheel. crack to the conger eel. a triangular canvas. in a see of green. translucent man o' war.
Wild thing. You make my heart sing. You make everything groovy. . Wild thing, wild thing. Wild thing, oh, wild thing. . Wild thing, I think I love you.
The weatherman is calling. Calling, calling. The weatherman's informing. Of a bright new day. . There's no more gloomy weather. Forget that umbrella. No more diseases sneezing.
CHORUS:. . Do you know what it means to be a man, who always understands. Do you know what it means to be someone, who's world is never undone. Do you know what it means to open up, to always be the one.
She was my heart, my soul, my girl, my life. I want that shit, I'll make that sacrifice. You know I know, you know what's on my mind. I like the sex but we're just wastin' time.
The steaks are getting cold on the table. I've got the TV on to "That's Incredible". Every other woman is hot apple pie. so why isn't he home on time?.
Well, I can't say that I miss my old dog much. Yet, I've never looked back since I left home long ago. But I hoped a trip into the country. Would help remind me all the things I used to know.
{The sun is shining, the grass is green. The oranges, the palm trees sway. There's never been such a day. In Beverly Hills, LA. But it's December, the twenty-fourth.
Wege ins Nichts. Tauchen nie mehr auf. Wege ins Nichts. Und ich lauf. UnaufhörlichAuf den Wegen ins Nichts. . Lauf, komm gib nicht auf. Wir wandeln. Auf verbot'nen Wegen.
When I go out with artists. They talk about language and the cubists and the dadaists. And I try to catch their meanings. And keep up with all the martinis.
When I go out with artists. They talk about language. And the cubists and the dadaist. And I try to catch their meanings. And keep up with all of the martinis.
I don't know if you've been told. If this old place is bought or sold. But I'm here now and now its mine. It's not much but it suits me fine. . Call me thief or call me bum.
We three kings of Orient are. Bearing gifts we traverse afar. Field and fountain, moor and mountain. Following yonder star. . Oh, oh, star of wonder, star of night.
Youre standing with your list of regrets that you cant get past yourself. You wish so bad that you could make the mark. But your dreams are stuck on a shelf.
Well I ain't no idol America,. see I don't mind my Ps and Qs all that well.. I've got no desire for fame or a fortune,. but I love myself and keep my coins in my till..
We're all gonna die someday so you'd better lay them tracks straight.. Make right with the ones you've wronged before it's too late.. There might be no Maker, might be no pearly gate..
[INTRO: CRAW]. You ever feel like, it's us against the world?. Yeah, me too. . [VERSE 1: CRAW]. Go ahead and collect that data,. I deliver it deliberate, obliterate the little bit of hate in my considerate,.
Here today, gone tomorrow. Was their only view. Strapped themselves, armed with sorrow. Masked fear burned in youth. . I have died inside. All alone in this world of mine.