du musst nicht ALLES, was da in den Texten steht, auf mich beziehen...es sind nur Texte, die ich sehr schön ("schön") finde... und wenn schon übersehen, dann, weil ich die Leute nicht an mich heranlasse, d.h. sie sehen nicht, wie es wirklich in mir aussieht, aber das können sie eben nicht, weil ich es ihnen niemals zeigen würde (halten wir gerade sowas wie ne Hobby-Psychologie-Stunde über mein seltsames Wesen ab??) __________________________________________________
Von allen Dingen, die mir sind verloren gegangen, habe ich am meisten an meinem Verstand gehangen!
hm...ich glaube ich wäre keine gute Psychologin, also: Nein! Ich lasse auch niemanden an mich ran und keiner weiß, wie es in mir aussieht und ich kenne kein besseres weiteres Beispiel als ML (sorry ML, dass ich das so "ausplaudere") für starke Verschlossenheit, trozdem würde ich uns beide nicht als depressiv bezeichnen
------------------------------------------------------ Manchen muss man auf die Füße treten, damit sie einem ins Gesicht schauen. (Rupert Schützbach)
What's coming through is alive. What's holding up is a mirror. But what's singing songs is a snake Looking to turn this piss to wine.
They're both totally void of hate, But killing me just the same.
The snake behind me hisses What my damage could have been. My blood before me begs me Open up my heart again.
And I feel this coming over like a storm again. Considerately.
Venomous voice, tempts me, Drains me, bleeds me, Leaves me cracked and empty. Drags me down like some sweet gravity.
The snake behind me hisses What my damage could have been. My blood before me begs me Open up my heart again.
And I feel this coming over like a storm again.
I am too connected to you to Slip away, to fade away. Days away I still feel you Touching me, changing me, And considerately killing me.
Without the skin, Beneath the storm, Under these tears The walls came down.
And the snake is drowned and As I look in his eyes, My fear begins to fade Recalling all of those times.
I could have cried then. I should have cried then.
And as the walls come down and As I look in your eyes My fear begins to fade Recalling all of the times I have died and will die. It's all right. I don't mind.
I am too connected to you to Slip away, to fade away. Days away I still feel you Touching me, changing me,
And considerately killing me. __________________________________________________
Von allen Dingen, die mir sind verloren gegangen, habe ich am meisten an meinem Verstand gehangen!
i will lay me down in a bunker underground i won’t let this happen to my children meet the real world coming out of your shell with white elephants sitting ducks i will rise up little babies eyes eyes eyes eyes little babies eyes eyes eyes eyes little babies eyes eyes eyes eyes little babies eyes eyes eyes
I jumped in the river and what did I see? Black-eyed angels swam with me A moon full of stars and astral cars All the things I used to see All my lovers were there with me All my past and futures And we all went to heaven in a little row boat There was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt
I jumped into the river Black-eyed angels swam with me A moon full of stars and astral cars And all the things I used to see All my lovers were there with me All my past and futures And we all went to heaven in a little row boat There was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt
There was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt There was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt __________________________________________________
Von allen Dingen, die mir sind verloren gegangen, habe ich am meisten an meinem Verstand gehangen!
Is it true what I heard about the Son of God? Did he come to save? Did he come at all? And if I dried his feet, with my dirty hair, would he make me clean again? They say they don't know when but a day is gonna come, when there won't be a moon and there won't be a sun. It will just go black, it will just go back to the way it was before. I knew a lovely girl, with such pretty pride, and every man wanted her, and so did I. So did I. But she up and died in a fit of vanity. Now men with purple hearts, carry silver guns. And they will kill a man for what his father has done. But what my father did, you know it don't mean shit. I'm not him. So you think I need some discipline, well, I had my share. I have been sent to my room. I've been sat in a chair. And I held my tongue. I didn't plug my ears. No, I got a good talking to. And now I don't know why, but I still try to smile when they talk at me like I'm just a child. Well, I'm not a child. No, I am much younger than that. And now I have read some books and have grown quite brave. If only I could just speak up I think I would say that there is no truth. There is only you and what you make the truth. So I will just sing my song and I'll pass a hat. Then I'll leave your town and never look back. No, I don't look back because the road is clear and laid out ahead of me. I'll get home and meet my friends at our favorite bar. We'll get some lighter heads for our heavy hearts. And we will share a drink. Yeah we will share our fears and they will know how I love them. They will know how I love. They will know how I love them. I am nothing without their love. I don't know when but a day is gonna come when there won't be a moon and there won't be a sun. It will all go black. It will all go back to the way it is supposed to be. Is it true what I heard about the Son of God? Did he die for us? Did he die at all? And if I sold my soul for a bag of gold, which one of us would be the foolish one? Which one of us would be the fool? Which one of us would be the foolish one? Which one of us would be the fool? Could you please start explaining? You know, I need some understanding. I could do good with some explaining. You know. I want to understand.
I'll stick you a little enough to take your oxygen away then I'll set you on fire cause I'm on fire and I'm with you alone I'm so into this whore be afraid I might lose her so forget about me because I'll stick you pushed back to square now that you've kneed her in the throat well there you go cause back in school we are the leaders of all so transpose or stop you life is what you do all you are to me is meat now pass the flask __________________________________________________
Von allen Dingen, die mir sind verloren gegangen, habe ich am meisten an meinem Verstand gehangen!
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