Through the New York winter. With rags around her feet. Clutching ancient shopping bags. Destitutions beat. Burned out like a frozen matchstick. Screaming at the wall.
is good. Golden knives of plastic. What's the difference?. About bullying us about. Ow!. About bullying Isabel. Golden knives of plastic. About bullying Isabel.
Here am I. Feel the sky. Never been so high. . Here I am (please...deny...). Here I am. So high. Eeeeee....
Speech behind speech. That teaches itself under the touch and sight. In the night-bound city. Uncovers spaces where no spaces were before. . Language of light.
San Francisco, July 27. A 40 year-old accountant had lost his bid to collect 38 dollars in damages from a cocktail waitress. Who broke a date with him.
The red-by-nines. Above the Rhine. The clouds gripped of the drifting mists. It was useless. And who over the ruins of his life. Persued its fleeting, fluttering signifigance.
Ooo!. Who needs the sky?. Just watch me fly. I'm on a natural high. . We're on a natural high. . Who needs the sky?. You can just watch me fly. On a natural high.
Hold me, just hold me please. Don't ask me, where I come from. Oh, what I cry these tears. Just hold me, hold me please. . Let me rest in the silence of your embrace.
Hey. (Ebba Forsberg lyrics&music EBOTH Production). . Hey. Ive got this notion. Ive got a foul player. Dealing for me. . Hey. My life needs unreeling fast.
intro. . its time to praise. were are my praisers. . Chorus. . Eledumare (4 times). oba mi mo oooooooooo eee. oshe oshe baba. oshe eee oshe baba. . Verse 1.
I leave my thinking and my family at home. To work the timber till my arms get num. I will be gone some day. All my dreams and all my pain. Those twisted visions of your own home town.
For all the misery is turning the ground up. As old as the grave. As old as the grave and. For the misery is turning the ground up. As old as the grave.
I wach auf, mir is' kalt,. Lieg' in ana feucht'n Grub'n,. Do fallt ma ein:. Gestern bin i g'sturb'n!. I schau aussa, aus mei'm Graberl. Und seh 100.000 Leut;.
THE FROGS ARE COMING. DIE FRÖSCHE KOMMENUND ZWAR GESCHWOMMEN. . SIE SINGEN UNS DAS LIED:. ICH BIN SO ALLEINE. ES GIBT KEINEN, DER MICH LIEBT -. DARUM BIN ICH EINSAM,.
Der Franz kommt aus dem Stammlokal,. und er ist Nudelfett.. Sein Zustand der ist infernal,. er hat ein Mörderbrett.. . Er rudert tänzelt und routiert,.
IBRAHIM - EINS STOLZER TÜRKEMACHT RABAZZ AM KHEBABSTAND,WEIL SALAT ER UND GEGÜRKE -. DOCH KEIN FLEISCH IM FLADEN FAND. . FORSCH ENTLEERT ER SEINEN RAKI.
ALLES GUTE ZUM GEBURTSTAG. ES GIBT KEINEN DER DICH LIEBT. WIR VERZEIHEN DIR ZUM GEBURTSTAGDASS ES DICH NOCH IMMER GIBT. . ALLES GUTE ZUM GEBURTSTAGDU HAST KEINEN FREUND.
Guru guru guru - guru guru guru - guru guru guru guru guru. Guru guru guru - guru guru guru - guru guru guru. Drei weisse Tauben - auf unserem Dach. Drei weisse Tauben - die halten mich wach.
We want it to be as it was. We dream it as now it won't be. And wanted for nothing and never. I forget you, forget me.... . We want it to be as it was.
She loves you she trusts you. She hates you disgusts you. What's on emotional fortune wheel?. . You're awesome you're awful. She's dying she blossoms.