The papers read that the king is dead. The people said, what we need instead is to be on our own. But people, they do the strangest things. You never know what they might do when they are left alone.
A sweet scent of discontent rising in the air. You don't get old you just get passive and then you stand and stare. Hey nobody's keeping you from stopping.
I don't own you but I know you're mine. Never disown you, never treat you unkind. Once in a while you get on my nerves. Once in a while you get what you deserve.
Its the sound of of a bolt of lightning,. Its the sound of thunder striking,. I try to stop while the earth quakes under my feet.. . Its the touch of the rain falling,.
She said: "Life isn't so fine. after all, let it come if it has. to come" What she meant. was she couldn't find words. she was sick and tired of the. tears. She said: "I'll use.
As we lie on this bed of roses. We can see it rise in the distance. A tall and beautiful tower. Vladimir Tatlin meant to be the 7th wonder. The 7th wonder of the world.
When I was a young child. my daddy gave to me. the name of Siggimund Blue. He wanted me to grow up. so that everything written. would in time come true.
It's still in the night. of some early spring delight. I went wild in the woods. had to leave as soon as I could. Here comes the midnight train to summer.
There is a liquid sky all over the world. Tonight it comes for your body. It comes to set your soul alight. The cards have been dealt. From our hands they will melt.
She is a girl of 1000 tears. she cries and cries. all night long. Her tears flow down the street and the stairs. they flow and they flow. One day they'll reach the Rhine, hurray.
Well it is her. blond hair, white skin. eyes and pearls. standing tall. now she is hurt. Shiny cars. blond hair, white skin. must be her. She's on walls.
Went down your street on a cool summer night. could not believe my ears were they right. Sounds heading. Nowhere bound. I couldn't make my feet turn around.
Night crawls along like some lullaby. Crimson darkness wash your tired eyes. Into the secret house you're thrown. Can you tell or are you on your own.
In the streets I look around. to see the pretty faces of the town. Everywhere I'm so amazed, baby. never seen such grace now baby. I want something and I want it right now.
Here am I, speaking inside objects. Obscure objects, nefarious infamy. Loneliness, is always hugging me close. Loneliness. . It's the day, the light. And I'll go far.
Anyone else could say. That in life, we catch, we trust. And we believe in nothing finally. Anyone else could say. That in life, we catch, we trust. And we believe in nothing finally.
Dear soul,. Dare me to introduce myself,. in those pages I'd like to see you fill,. at the same that you emptied my life,. and my soul. Fill all my spirit..
My face is blue. My mirror so sad. With myself as a picture. . I'm done with my last drink. My clouds wipe my make up off. And under the white. The color blue....
Snow, a weird song on the radio. Tells the tale of a doll. I'm perishing dead drunk. On the back of a blue cab. . Los Angeles under snow. To live with crazy men.
Crackles in my veins. That's not a shame. To fall asleep on a carpet of dead. And to have a mournful disease. . 43°. . 43° in my veins. And the sun blows inside my head.