I terrible miss you...(song)
I remember the last time we met
In the dull coffee-shop
At the end of our street
I didn't recognized
The confusion in your voice
Only draped my face and talk to loud
Chorus
This time
You're gone
This time
The faken facade burst down
I terrible miss you
The whole time I spoke about me
Embellished my sensibility
And how hurt I be
Professed misery on my homemade screen
And scoffed at all the things you done
Chorus
Today I know, you ain't really the one to blame
Sometimes I get slow down
I wanna shout out: What's the use!
Often I hope, this is merely a dream
Try to wake up
But in a maze of thoughts I spent my days
Chorus
The same dull coffee-shop
In the same dull street
The foam of my espresso
Is dark as my memories
Some day I'll like to say: You're back!
Smilin' at the words and things
I ever said and done
Never let you slip again
Chorus
fine
2010/06/20
2010/06/19
Choose life (Song-Final)
Choose life
A job
A career
Choose a family.
A fucking big television
Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers
skills to kill pandora
Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning.
Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit crushing game shows, stuffing junk food into your mouth.
Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future.
Choose life...
But why would I want to do a thing like that?
I will pretend (Song)

I will...(Song)
I pretend
I stand
truely at your side
keep holdin' you tight
I'll be there
If nobody call out your name
the soul drop out of frame
that's what I pretend
Break
Tidal waves of questions
shake my heart
Is it more than an affair
Moren than a masquerade
a timid step out of despair
I will pretend
you can lay back
if sorrows get to overload
dreadful nightmares crush all energy
I'll be there
if you need someone to talk to
someone to listen to
that's what I pretend
Break
Tidal waves of questions
shake my heart
is it more than an one-night-accident
more than two bodies in one bed
a cheap solution against loneliness
Break
I will pretend
if you really want me
I'll be there...
Tidal waves of questions
shake my heart
and there is nothing I would not do
to make you feel...
love
Milano (Songfragment)

Milano
È tardi
sono stanco
Milano
Bar Goblin
A destra una coppia d'ammanti
A sinistra voi volto
Sta bene
Milano
Non fa niente
Solamente una emozione
Non fa niente
Solamente una ridicolo bacia
Non fa niente
Solamente una notte
Questa notte
Milano
Break
When I look in your eyes
gal
I can see it anymore
There is no fire
no gleamin' anymore
When I look in your eyes
gal
I see the rain fall
tears wash out the sparkling blue stone
as a mountain stream
When I look in your eyes
gal
I can see it anymore
The former clear glance
has no secrets anymore
Rain 's fallin' (Song)
Rain 's Fallin' (Song)
Flashin' gold
on the top of strange houses
maybe a joke by the sun
The wind tossed my hair around
clouds drew from the sea
How many wishes
at this timeless place
How many excursions to history
followin' the steps of a dream
What cast me up
in a dreadful age
Break
Rain 's fallin'
rain 's fallin
down
Make all your troubles go
make them in style
What happened, man
Once you used to be free
Nobody know his fate
don't let changes get you down
It's the season to say farewell
and rain 's fallin' down
Rain 's fallin
rain 's fallin'
down
Rain 's fallin
rain 's fallin
wash it all to the ground
Rain 's fallin
rain 's fallin
at the gulf of Venice
Flashin' gold
on the top of strange houses
maybe a joke by the sun
The wind tossed my hair around
clouds drew from the sea
How many wishes
at this timeless place
How many excursions to history
followin' the steps of a dream
What cast me up
in a dreadful age
Break
Rain 's fallin'
rain 's fallin
down
Make all your troubles go
make them in style
What happened, man
Once you used to be free
Nobody know his fate
don't let changes get you down
It's the season to say farewell
and rain 's fallin' down
Rain 's fallin
rain 's fallin'
down
Rain 's fallin
rain 's fallin
wash it all to the ground
Rain 's fallin
rain 's fallin
at the gulf of Venice
2010/06/13
I can't care for...(Song-Final)


I can't care for the cure
Things don't suck anymore -
they fuck!
I can't care for...
I inherited every piece of the cowardice
Of my parents
That's true
Call it soul
I can't care for...
I wrote it down
As a faded top-ten list
In a dusty hall of fame
Wreckages of dead slackers
So hey
I can't care..
I'm feelin' blue
so break a myth
I can't care...
And when we understand enough about the system
To ride it
I-a, I can't care for...
While the wind blow sarcastic
But hardly he blows
What a blowjob
Fantastic
I can't care for...
My dick is so sore about it
And I'm looking for a deeper soul
A deeper soul to detonate
I can't care for...
Hey
Perfect dummy
Imagepimper
I can't care for...
It rumours
And I only playing chess
With my desperate soul
I can't care for...
NS:
Don't shit my sunshine
I only play notes
So I can not feel the terror.
2010/06/07
Songfragment
I can't care for the cure
Things don't suck anymore - they fuck!
I inherited every piece of the cowardice of my parents
And wrote it down
As a faded top-ten list in a dusty hall of fame
Call it the book of dead slackers
So hey
Break a myth
And when we understand enough about the system to ride it
Ia!
While the wind blow sarcastic
But he blows
What a blowjob
My dick is sore about it
And I'm looking for a deeper soul to detonate
Hey
Perfect dummy
It rumours
And I playing chess with my killed soul
NS:
Don't shit my sunshine
I only play notes
So I can not feel the terror.
Things don't suck anymore - they fuck!
I inherited every piece of the cowardice of my parents
And wrote it down
As a faded top-ten list in a dusty hall of fame
Call it the book of dead slackers
So hey
Break a myth
And when we understand enough about the system to ride it
Ia!
While the wind blow sarcastic
But he blows
What a blowjob
My dick is sore about it
And I'm looking for a deeper soul to detonate
Hey
Perfect dummy
It rumours
And I playing chess with my killed soul
NS:
Don't shit my sunshine
I only play notes
So I can not feel the terror.
2010/06/05
Bonmot der Woche
"Wer mit dem Kopf in der Vergangenheit steckt, reckt den Arsch in die Zukunft und darf sich nicht wundern, wenn er gefickt wird."
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