It's only a painted chariot. But it took you so far into the rain. And the coachman slapped his fist. On the chariot in the mist. He said, "Look here, Sonny.
In Panama zogst du mich auf deine Knie,. bei Südwestwind auf dem Vorderschiff,. verdarbst du mich, so wie noch nie,. . Wenn du im Sturm die Segel setzt,.
Potkol sa o kamen, spadol do blata,. lezi a nadava, cesta zasrata.. A v tom blate vidi, krasnych chrobakov,. ciernych, zltych, modrych, lesklych ako kov..
Here I sit, my life's a model kit. But I burned the instructions and the pieces don't fit. I eat Spaghettio's, turn on the stereo. And keep in mind my best case scenario.
push-pinned my picture to your wall,. framed it in pieces of argyle.. there's a thread for every minute I missed my chance to begin it.. I could feel the pressure building up as I cram it to the top,.
(Cornelis Vreeswijk). Personliga Persson satt en morgon vid frukostbordet. Och lste i morgonbladet att det senaste lustmordet. Bjd p en mngd pikanta detaljer.
This man may have a shit load to prove. He's got to settle a score against the groove. Infinite orgasm, endless joy and pain. Like thunder to my ears, like a holy rain.
Lost all my friends pulling down my pants. Just to say hi and I'm still alive. Without a tan, tripping, naked man. Through the forest who like me has fallen.
Then I woke, seven whole days gone. The sunrise is perfect. Taking aim, changing colours while it burns. It made my stomach turn. It made me quite unsure.
We're playing games, I'm not your man. All this romantic s*** I can't understand. You say, you love me, well, you should know. I got a history of playing it touch and go.
If you can find your pretty way back home. Run run run. A girl like you ought to have known. But you can't. You're my sun-starved passenger. On my twisted highway.
This is my time, this is my time. And now you'll go back where you came from. . Now is the time to accept, I'm right. Was right. Por ser lo mas provocar was wrong.
The earth moves all the ground beneath me. In turn throws glasses off the shelf. I guess I've come to one conclusion. That all the planet's not for sale.
I started to think. I'm starting to think. I'm constantly loosing, who you want me to be. You started to Die. I start to rely. And confide because I, I do what ever I can.
I will fight till you fall. I'll knock down any wall. I think you better go. Y no me toques. Don't you get up in my face. You're just an ugly disgrace.
Everything that you say. Everything that you do. Nothing will change. You feel my rage. Give in to me, you run through me. . Dying, you presence feels right.
Passiivisesta väkivallasta. Mä saan palkkaa tästä. Passiivisesta väkivallasta. Ja elämä.... Vittu se palkitsee. Jumalan tulkkina olemisesta. Mä saan palkkaa tästä.
Sold by your own. October revolution. Out to the streets. To fight against the tyranny. In 56' we fought the occupation. The young and old. Against the Communist regime.
Pieter was a gift, still in my head and he. Never thought just of himself. Put his friends and family first. Was our friend, we miss him dearly. . Pieter was a gift, he's still in our head and he.
The branches break from the family tree. From the weight of the heartache.... Of disintegrating families. Look what we've created.... Illegitmate crack babies.