Crazy Mama

(J.J. Cale). Crazy mama, where you been so long?. Crazy mama, where you been so long?. You've been hiding out, I know that's true. Crazy mama, I sure need you.

Vicious Circle

every day I see your face. every day I die. every day I feel your breath. every day I'm born again. you give me joy, but my thanks are just pain. and out of fear I pull myself loose again.

Clyde

(J.J. Cale, W. Beavers). Clyde plays electric bass. Plays it with finesse and grace. Sit on the porch without no shoes. A-picking the bass and singing the blues.

Tyranny Of Small Misery

The wake up means walking on the edge.. Wrong decissions running through my veins.. Immortal sorrow scars on my soul.. Rejected and trapped in myself..

Call The Doctor

(J.J. Cale). Somebody call for the doctor, I think I'm sick. Ain't had my medicine in over a week. My mind's fine but my body feels weak. Call the doctor, I think I'm sick.

The Seventh Soul

I traveled across the edges of my soul, add it. Doesn't seem any better when I cross the border. The world falls to piece but every sunset. Is the rebirth of a new experience.

Call Me The Breeze

(J.J. Cale). Call me the breeze. I keep blowin' down the road. Well now, they call me the breeze. I keep blowin' down the road. I ain't got me nobody.

Bringing It Back

(J. J. Cale). Thirty days have September. In a jailhouse I remember. Well, I got caught with too much soul. Bringing it back from Mexico. Bringing it back from Mexico.

The Beloved And The Hatred

Where is your, where is your, where is your love?. . The smaller the keys, bigger the locks. Closure of dorms for the hatred, pick a key and watch. Sesame open, just meaningless words.

Anyway The Wind Blows

(feat. Eric Clapton). . Some like this and some like that. And some don't know where it's at. If you don't get loose, if you don't groove. Well, your motor won't make it and your motor won't move.

Sylca

Sycamore Dreams

You're the source.. My disbelief in innocence arise.. Feel that ghost seducing me.. Try to reach a hand in that golden circle.. You are no angel. And my heart is more than emptyness..

Supervision Until Death

tortured by the agaony of selfleceration - full of pain. and fear - my sense of self-preservation keeps me. alive - the whole way of life paved by affliction.

Storm Of Rage

Walls collapse onto me, I ride the storm of rage. A mistake became a chain reaction and the reflection falls upon me. It's time for change, understanding and faith are what friends are about.

Stop Running

Don't be afraid of me. I'll be there for you night and day. I'll show you things that make you laugh. I'll show you things that make you smile. . Let me be your friend.

Stigmata

I made one step back and reached out my hand. To touch my picture in the mirror. I'm sticking in an armour of fear. Observing my image from the outside.

Stand Up

I'm there of what you dream. I see you but what are you?. . You make me sick. Eat me up, stand up. I was there where you will never be. . Bits come off your shell.

Song About Killing

I'm here to kill, I'm here to die. I feel this pain, I have this hate. You teach me love, you teach me fear. But now you getting it all back. (And my reasons are just trivial).

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