My brother is a farmer so you ask him what to do. The rain about to harm you, "build a fence" he says to you. So build a fence and wonder while you're slowly sinking in.
They said:. "Lady or gentleman. You're either or. It's morning, it's evening. It's once or it's more". What's the name? what's the name? What's the name again?.
In the backyard you said: "Let's have a family". In the front yard you note: "Oh, don't you wait for me". In the papers you wrote: "I'm free as free can be".
Burning countryside. Mountains being climbed. We shift and turn and swear and yearn. And try try and try. . A general collision. With all that stands as such.
In your distant city lights. I tried to read your time at night. I tried to find your roof your floor. The corners of your mind, the four. . And I'll return down to the mines.
I took your door bell and rang up the city. I rolled your fags. And it made me feel pretty. One gun held against my shoe. And the other one pointing at you.
When I step out on the street. All the papers speak to me. Telling me about the truth on pages. Fish are dying out again. Michael Jackson had a friend.
Je n'ai pas peur de la route. Faudrait voir, faut qu'on y goûte. Des méandres au creux des reins. Et tout ira bien là. Le vent nous portera. . Ton message à la Grande Ourse.
Upstairs they have begun to sweep. The floors and night begins to speak of. Possibilities. Silence, promises. Cities full of story lines. Do I have to sing those rhymes.
Schoolboy heroes, a speech on every lip. You copy kingdom. A newspaper army that pretends to collect. The truth. The dog in a trap doesn't try to forget.
Don't share your lips. I don't care who, how you kiss. Get up and get dressed. And bless yourself with showing nothing. . Don't spill your drinks. I'm not impressed or and not able.
In the land with no drainpipes there's a girl. with a flute in her throat. She's only in bloom whispering. by the command of a ghost. She dares not to speak knowing tahat this would unfold.
4- Headlights. . You told your tales with pictures. I tried to make it seem good. I borrowed the heart of a preacher. And believed as hard as I could.
There were mountains to begin with. Silence shaped in giant. My voice would reach the highest. But you cannot tell this in English. . An old man's precise and attentive.
In Berlin there is a project. Waiting holding. wearing apole and. tucked and disposed. . And i wish there were two little dogs on the logs. So I could play with each other.
I ha aui Prognose. U kennä ke Affäkt. I bruche dini Rose. Aber ha so viu Respäkt. . So winki dä Matrose. Sie si immer nöi. Wär o gärn nöi gebore. Gedankelos allei.
I left the stage without encore. Walking back was through the door. Had I come to give you more. I'm not quite sure what this is for. Ho, ho, ho. On the threshold I would break.
In my backyard I grew a statue. Overwhelming and high. And I thought it was a virtue. To gathered it inside. Time passed by, and so did I. . I just woke up in your morning.
Here you are again and everyone's aware. Even the believers join in to the state. Afraid of insufficiencies, they elsewhere must deny. They're shaken by the whispering gleam of what is passing by.
It's way over my head, it's over. It's way over my head, it's done. . Every time you're out the door. You wave goodbye. You're back for more. You'll never get out.