MY POETRY

(=>2012-01-11)

	Smoke Life is so much easier with a clean and empty mind try to understand why there is nothing more to find when you turn around there is no one down the road except the sweet impression of the brand she used to smoke
Nieuwe Leren Al draait de wereld nog zo traag het wordt me ooit te veel waarom heeft iedereen zo graag het botte mes op de droge keel te veel impulsen matten me af elke dag een nieuwe straf iedereen wil meer en meer en ik verveel me keer op keer mijn concentratie slaat op hol ik kan me niet meer fixeren mijn springend hersenvat staat bol van al dat nieuwe leren is er iemand die mij gelooft wanneer ik roepend zwijg dat ik rust wil in mijn hoofd verdien ik wat ik ongevraagd krijg? of krijg ik wat ik meen te verdienen geen negens meer, maar enkel tienen ik ben verleerd om te vergeten niemand aanhoort mijn stille kreten mijn concentratie slaat op hol ik kan me niet meer fixeren mijn springend hersenvat staat bol van al dat nieuwe leren een leeg hoofd is de grootste schat die ik me kan permitteren ik denk aan dit ik denk aan dat meer impulsen dan wat ik kan klasseren van wit naar zwart naar wit ontsteld spring ik op mijn dambordveld mijn eigen muren daar loop ik tegen blindelings en ongelegen	Motorcycle From Hell I got my bike, I got my girl a fearsome threesome from another world who can stop us, nobody can because I am the motorcycle man we drove together we drove through heaven we drove through hell motorcycle from hell if you take my girl away I can’t live another day same thing when my bike is gone because I am the motorcycle man we drove together we drove through heaven we drove through hell motorcycle from hell
Asfalt ooit had ik het moeilijk en vaak soms ook nog kwaad in mijn achteruitkijkspiegel zie ik wat ik achterlaat er is geen weg terug en ik blijf maar verder gaan in vijfde versnelling, ik verkies niet stil te staan ik draai naar links op een parallelle baan en overschouw de paden die ik had kunnen begaan en dan weer naar rechts op diezelfde harde weg en merk ik hoe geluk het altijd haalt van brute pech gedreven door een motor die me nooit ontgooch’len zal haal ik ongeziene hoogtes en verlaat dit tranendal naar de kimme waar de zon stijgt die de wolken steeds verjaagt en dus rij ik maar verder op het asfalt van vandaag	Biseksuele rookpauze ik begrijp niet waarom net zoals al mijn vriendinnen zij zo houdt van Nico maar ook zo van Tine om het kwartier is ze buiten haar zinnen ze glipt dan naar buiten naar Nico en Tine met haar lippen zuigt ze hun warmte naar binnen verlangen tussen de vingers naar Nico en Tine maar wat zou ik zonder haar moeten beginnen... al heb ik het niet met die Nico en Tine dit is een gevecht dat ik toch nooit kan winnen dus sta ik ook buiten bij Nico en Tine
Oneness lay next to me a free and fair spirit in chains you will perish in chains you will die and i'll return the whole world will hear it in dreams you'll be cherished in dreams you are mine listen to me i speak to your heart in my world we'll live in my world together show me your face a teardrop a start in hell i forgive in heaven it's better	Contradiction she is such a contradiction so much love, so much anger where are dreams, where is respect she is such a contradiction no selfesteem but selfneglect she is such a contradiction she's a yes, she's a no she's a maybe, she's a sure she is such a contradiction she needs a doctor, needs a cure
Andere kant gedragen door de wind als een kind zonder dromen zonder houvast is er geen ontkomen aan de wind draait en keert als het weer zich laat voelen zonder de zon komt het op gevoelens aan de tijd heelt geen wonden als verbondenheid ontbreekt de dageraad liegt en de zondag breekt aan verlaten door de sterren als van verre de merel zingt de man slaapt vast en de vrouw dringt aan de andere kant van de bar	Om te vergeten de fles, de vijand de fles, mijn vriend soms in mijn hand of waar ik j'ook vind troost me, geloof me of beter, beloof me dat 't beter zal gaan dat vergeten zal gaan
Tears in your smile you're in pain you're in sorrow you dare not think of tomorrow you laugh out loud you're holding on you need not be forever strong i see the tears in your smile you face the world you cry inside where is the agony you hide you work until you sleep a while for me you shouldn't force a smile i see the tears in your smile	Just one more you're gonna kill that girl as you're killing her world deep down you go and destroy it all in a blur of boredom down you fall into her brain into her veins you're controlling her mind as you turn her blind in a trail of disbelief it's so easy to fake a parallel world in which nothing can make things better and you'll get her and she's yours to keep yours to embrace into oblivion the end of days
Geen Vriend waarvoor dient een vriend die zich boven jou plaatst en alleen aan zichzelf denkt en aan jou pas het laatst? wat heb je aan een vriend die jou ’t geluk niet meer gunt omdat het wat afwijkt van wat misschien had gekund? wat doe je met een vriend in eenrichtingsverkeer? stuur je hem terug of denk je: “ ’t hoeft al niet meer”? wat moet je met een vriend die je vertrouwen misbruikt als je een ander verkiest zodat je weer onderduikt? verdien je wel een vriend die ‘t verschil niet kan zien tussen vriendschap en liefde? dan toch geen vriend misschien?	Rijk Van Twee hij klopt bij haar aan; dat doet hij zo graag hij wil haar bezitten, het liefst nog vandaag berekent zijn kansen op weer 'n nieuwe start maar wat als je vriendschap met liefde verwart totaal onbegrepen huilt hij bij haar uit zij troost hem met woorden, een hemels geluid maar zodra ze in zijn armen ligt haar mond wat open, haar ogen dicht voelt-ie zich sterk als een dwingeland een ware despoot in dromenland dan is ze van hem, al was 't maar voor even voor haar zou hij net niet zijn eigen leven geven hij droomt hun toekomst met bloed doorlopen ogen zijn boerenverstand had hem niets voorgelogen "king of the world" in zijn rijk van twee hij is de koning en zij volgt gedwee nog nooit is hij zo gelukkig geweest elke seconde een wonderlijk feest hij laat haar niet los, hij laat haar niet gaan hij laat haar maar slapen, het is volle maan maar dan wordt ze wakker en wil ze naar bed hij maakt zich kwaad als hij eruit wordt gezet dan klopt hij op haar, dat doet hij zo graag hij wil haar bezitten, het liefst nog vandaag hij vindt dat zij heeft gespeeld met zijn hart dat is als je liefde met vriendschap verwart totaal onbegrepen slaat hij haar neer hij troost haar met woorden, zij hoort hem niet meer en zodra ze opnieuw  in zijn armen ligt haar mond bebloed, haar ogen dicht voelt-ie zich sterk als een dwingeland een ware despoot in dromenland dan is ze van hem, al was 't maar voor even voor haar zou hij net niet zijn eigen leven geven hij droomt hun toekomst met bloed doorlopen ogen zijn boerenverstand had hem niets voorgelogen "king of the world" in zijn rijk van twee hij is de koning en zij volgt gedwee
I've sinned again On Monday I'm a married man On Tuesday still a married man On Wednesday I'm an angry man On Thursday still an angry man On Friday I'm a single man On Saturday a single man On Sunday I'm a different man Oh, God knows that I've sinned again	Memory Lane there's a road ahead of me drained in mist and morning dew a road full of mysteries festering pain and bally hoo it's that road in twenty years that's about to change its name a million people interfere and then we call it memory lane
Maar 1 toekomst nog niet zo lang geleden heb ik je laten staan ik wou je laten zien dat ik bij je weg kon gaan het was echt nog het enige dat ik nog kon doen ik reed weg zonder uitleg maar ik denk nog steeds aan toen ik zag je in de verte en ik kwam dichterbij daar stond ik vlakbij jou en jij keek plots naar mij mijn hart ging almaar sneller slaan door dicht bij jou te zijn je wist nog steeds niet wat je wou en dat deed me zo'n pijn ik zag het niet meer zitten ik liet je in de kou en ik zie maar 1 toekomst en dat is die met jou we zijn twee weken later en er ging geen dag voorbij dat ik zwetend wakker werd met niemand aan mijn zij heeft het leven nog wel zin, wat komt er na jou een desillusie rijker want ik blijf altijd van jou ik weet niet wat de toekomst brengt, het maakt me zo benauwd ik hou van jou en ik weet ook dat jij nog van me houdt wat is het leven eenzaam, wat is mijn hartje stil verliefd zijn is een vloek voor wie er aan ontsnappen wil ik zag het niet meer zitten ik liet je in de kou en ik zie maar 1 toekomst en dat is die met jou je kruipt stilaan naar boven uit de schaduw van weleer ik heb je willen helpen, maar dan ging je zo tekeer ik voel je in elke plooi van mijn getormenteerde ziel sinds je in mijn armen lag, ja, sinds ik voor je viel uit schrik liet ik je vallen als een dolgedraaide steen en ik stak mijn hand uit, want alleen is maar alleen hoe lang zou ik nog wachten of wacht jij nu op mij tot ik weer vergeven kan, hoor ik er niet meer bij	mijn vlam jij stroomt doorheen mijn ad'ren als een virus in mijn bloed jij kleeft aan elke vezel van m'n pas gewassen goed ik wil jou uit m'n lichaam ik wil jou uit m'n hoofd voordat het te laat is voor mijn vlam is uitgedoofd alomtegenwoordig bij alles wat ik doe ik kan het niet verdragen ik weet echt niet meer hoe ik voort zal gaan zonder jou met welk medicament krijg ik jou uit mijn systeem uit mijn appartement iedere gedachte die ik heb is zo besmet dat vergeten moeilijk wordt aan tafel en in bed 't was een droom die ik verwarde met de werkelijkheid ik ben verslaafd aan jou, m'n vlam, hoezeer het me ook spijt ach, ik neem mezelf niets kwalijk want ik kon in jou geloven zelfs toen het al te laat was en mijn muze weg gevlogen wie komt met de remedie wie zalft m'n zielepijn en geeft me extra zuurstof zodat ik weer mezelf kan zijn
Same old photograph behold the man; he lived the life of danger for 80 years he's remained a stranger now he's found dead on the Walk Of Fame lying on a star of a glorious dame Ever since his love had gone he didn't have one day of fun he'd been searching all over the world to find a track of his loving girl behold the man; he lived among the stars fourteen houses, fourteen cars now he's found dead on the Walk Of Fame lying on a star of a glorious dame Everybody knows his name but not his face and not his game he saved the world, oh more than once in every city he's got fans behold the man; he lived a life of pity he lost her between Prague and New York City now he's found dead on the Walk Of Fame lying on a star of a glorious dame a Molly Ringwald lookalike taken away in the middle of a fight she cried out his illustrious name and that's how he lost this game behold the man, disappeared from this world holding a photo of him and his girl now he's found dead on the Walk Of Fame lying on a star of a glorious dame a sweet old lady across the street wiped her tears, indiscreet the same old photograph in her hand she knew he'd never understand behold the man who lived the life of danger but to his love he remained a stranger now he's found dead on the Walk Of Fame smiling on a star of a glorious dame	Dichter bij de zon haar vluchtige praatjes vulden een luchtballon op weg naar een wereld ver weg van de zon die ongenadig brandt op haar zwaarbeladen rug van zonden, en nu is er geen weg terug rechtlijnig drijvend naar té koele oorden ver afgeweken door haar al te mooie woorden die nietszeggend de ballon deden zwellen maar ze wil graag omlaag om vragen te stellen het antwoord volgt als een paarse parabool gedraaid rondom zijn ziel op de dool hij is de drakenrijder, ontvlucht uit de lies op een laatste queeste die hij niet verkiest van op zijn gevleugelde hengst uit de hel volgt hij de praatjes die hem hebben gekweld en ja, daarboven hoog in de atmosfeer een luchtballon en die stijgt meer en meer want zij blijft praten waarmee ze niets zegt haar vrees om te branden wordt nu toch wel echt onversaagd klieft de draak door de lucht het hemelruim speurend naar de ziel op de vlucht en steeds dichter nadert hij, zijn ziel zo kortbij sneller dan 't geluid, de praatjes voorbij, geraakt hij tot aan de luchtballon met enorme proporties, zo groot als de zon met gretige klauwen klampt hij zich vast en ze dalen voorwaar door die extra ballast de blaren op haar handen vertellen meer dan wat ook zijn ziel konden kwellen de drakenrijder is weer één geheel en zachtjes brengt hij de ballon naar benêen en weer tsjilpt de mus met de praatjes verstomd en zij straalt weer hoe dichter hij komt
De mug moest weer eens plassen op mijn droomeiland lag ik genietend van de laatste schittering van de ondergaande zon liggend in mijn hangmat van plezier de mug deed een plasje in de zee en nog een en nog een en mijn eiland werd almaar kleiner ik rolde mijn hangmat op en vlijde me neer op het wankele palmblad met de hangmat onder mijn arm voel ik het water me optillen en zie ik mijn eiland verzwolgen worden door het plasje van de mug; doelloos zwalpend op de oceaan der zuchten sluit ik mijn ogen en geef me over de wind bezorgt wel wel een nieuwe plek waar ik mijn hangmat mag ontrollen ik ben niet bang van de mug en die heeft nu geen dorst meer	Wolk voor de zon(de) ik werp jouw dolk kaarsrecht omhoog en vlij me neer op het gazon de scherpe punt van jouw metaal doorklieft mijn ziel onder de zon toch streelt mijn lach, ik kijk omhoog en zie jouw zilte tranen vallen je blik gericht op mijn open hart langsheen bloeddoorlopen wallen ik kijk je aan, steeds recht omhoog en zie de twijfels nu verdwijnen als zwarte sneeuw onder de zon en voel mijn angsten nog verkleinen ik leid jouw hand gestaag naar boven tot aan het heft van je eigen dolk ik zie je plots veel minder klaar de zon verscholen door een wolk je trekt je dolk niet uit het gat maar draait hem dieper in mijn hart en dat is net wat ik verwacht had: voor mij is dit een nieuwe start.
De Kortste Weg de kortste weg van Morgen naar Vandaag ligt kronkelend met twijfels bezaaid door haar uitgestrooid in een heel dunne laag door haar oh zo mooi in het gras net gemaaid de verse knopjes vakkundig afgetopt de gedachte naar Morgen in de kiem gesmoord de maaier van de wegen is weer eens gestopt de rust in het dorp is weeral verstoord de kortste weg van Morgen naar Vandaag zou een eenrichtingsstraat moeten zijn de weg naar Morgen betreed ik zo graag maar het wederkeren doet me zo'n pijn mijn schouders gekneusd door de drukte alom de ballast op m'n rug duwt mijn voeten in 't slijk tegen de stroom in; ik kijk achterom naar de schoonheid van Morgen voordat ik bezwijk do kortste weg van Morgen naar Vandaag is open en duurt maar amper een knipoog ik verliet 'r in Morgen om op 'n simpele vraag het antwoord te zoeken; het zit me vrij hoog terug in Vandaag wat verdwaasd wat verward ziet ze me niet, maar ik haar zo klaar flirtend met gist'ren dicht aan haar hart en haar volle tas twijfels, die staat alweer klaar de kortste weg van Morgen naar Vandaag is zo kort dat de terugweg de moeite niet lijkt dan vraag ik me af waarom ik niet meer klaag want ik wil dat de waarheid haar gelaat bekijkt en de zaadjes der twijfel die groeien gezwind zowat alles verstikkend bij weinig verweer de platgetreden weg naar Morgen vind ik wel en stampvoetend omhels ik haar weer.	Gevonden door jou je vond me enkele maanden geleden en je speelde met me ik speelde met jou je raakte gehecht aan mij en ik aan jou ik hield van jou en was je trouw zoals elke hond toch was je m'n baasje niet en ik niet je hond nee, we waren vrienden, dikke vrienden uren knuffelen en meer... een paradijs die intimiteit die geborgenheid die veiligheid leven je ging weg voor lange tijd eerst was ik droef, heel droef maar ik wist dat je terug ging komen om mij en je kwam ook terug, maar niet meer dezelfde je was anders en dat was exact wat ik reeds voelde enkele dagen voor je vertrek een hond voelt zoiets onmiddellijk als hij zich thuis voelt nu zit ik alleen in mijn hok ik zie je niet meer ben je me beu of heb je een andere hond... aan welke boom ga je hem dan hangen achteraf... toch zal ik kwispelen wanneer je weer langskomt ik ben tenslotte maar een hond ik weet niet beter ik weet wat goed was en wil dat terug en de slechte dagen, wel, die vergeet ik gewoon omdat ik maar een hond ben en die blijven trouw tot wanneer ze geschopt worden tot wanneer ze geslagen worden dan bijten ze en grommen ze ik bijt nog niet maar wil wel grommen want ik voel me niet zo goed je gaat met me uit maar ik mag plots niet meer binnen ik laat iets horen, maar jij negeert me moet ik echt beginnen grommen... ik voel me achtergelaten in een bos een geweldige wandeling was dat maar dan zonder een plezierig einde een einde zonder antwoorden zal iemand me hier vinden zal jij me hier zoeken wil ik wel gevonden worden door jou...
Battle of the blankets in the battle of the blankets it's the feet that always lose no matter how you turn and twist it's the arms that always choose the hands are warm, the fingers closed the upper body wants the most and it's no use to tuck 'em in because you know the blankets win in the battle of the blankets the tallest one will lose for sure no mathematics can foretell for cold feet, no, there ain't no cure left side loses, right side too problems double when there are two and it's no use to tuck 'em in because you know the blankets win in the battle of the blankets every woman starts the fight she's always having big complaints same old story every night "give it back, get out of bed, stop pulling or you are dead!" yet it's no use to tuck 'em in because you know the blankets win in the battle of the blankets they team up with every sheet sort of intertwined in love the blankets always have to cheat oft too cold, too hot in summer cold and sweaty, that's a bummer for it's no use to tuck 'em in because you know the blankets win	Keeper of my soul i named you the keeper of the soul i gave to you i hope you guard it well as it's not yours to give away; but you found it necessary to throw it all away you could've been the princess i always saw in you i don't like what you did, but i love who you really are you're more than boobs and fairy eyes, much more than people see as your intellect and spirit so attractive to me; to live my life without you was my hardest choice so far how difficult it is for you to be the only true you is something hard to comprehend as i cannot understand why you neglect the seeds already growing in your hand why you are trying to live a life that really doesn't suit you i will never tell a living soul about the pain it caused me while reflecting all the miracles i saw; you'll never cease to amaze me; i'll always be in awe no matter all the energy that i had saved in vain and yet i had to let you go; this love kills who i am i simply had to let you go; this love kills all i got yet i know who you are and certainly what you are not; it was such a silly wish to hope i'd be your man
Never trust a dream each time she won't defend me is another scar upon my soul each time she lets him say those names the less she sees me as a whole how come she cannot value the real meaning of a word as if she has forgotten all the times that she’s been hurt she’s stolen my tranquility, my everpresent smile she’s sucked away my energy, oh yeah, that is her style but most of all i hate her for the dream that has gone bad she was just an illusion and i'll have to live with that my mind has been her playground and she got me all deluded i'll never trust a living soul and that's myself included	The Good Guy Comes Last the ultimate terror of watching decay is witnessing the night taking over the day through poisoned mind by wormtongue tied i want to pull her back into the light but i can't vanquish ghosts from the past in horror tales the good guy comes last cheats never prosper, they may survive a while when all good intentions become an art of guile she's flattered by demons, surrounded by ghosts how could i ever doubt whom she's loving the most 'cause i can't vanquish ghosts from the past in horror tales the good guy comes last i live in the future, my hind leg's in today each backward glance is leading me astray i can't let a nightmare take over my dream and make me the man that i've never been yet i can't vanquish ghosts from the past in horror tales the good guy comes last
Leeg leeg dat ben ik een uitgepakt cadeau dat plezier heeft gegeven mooi om te zien, al was het maar voor even een ledepop met lede ogen, dat ben ik leeg dat ben ik een bodemloos vat dat steeds overstroomde van geluk waarvan zelfs een junkie droomde een high per dag, ja, dat ben ik leeg dat ben ik als door een vampier vermomd uitgezogen naïef onbeschermd gebruikt en bedrogen mijn altijd open armen, dat ben ik leeg dat ben ik wanneer mijn schaduw tot streep verwordt liefde als dwarsligger, kruis omgord moeilijk om dragen, maar ja, dat ben ik leeg dat ben ik compleet uitgehold door loze woorden die zelfs een dove kunnen vermoorden de lieve luisteraar, ja, dat ben ik leeg dat ben ik een draaikolk van dromen over trouw nu windstil gewaand door 'ik hou van jou' doorheen wolken gevallen, dat ben ik leeg dat ben ik op zoek naar waarheid aan de bron om me te laven zo vaak ik maar kon uitgedroogd en brak, dat ben ik leeg dat ben ik de koene krijger moe gestreden een prinsenpijn da's pas geleden verleden tijd, ja, dat ben ik	Bespeeld ik schreeuw m'n liefde van de daken jij vanonder 't laken een muur houdt mij niet tegen en jij draalt halverwege ik heb jou op m'n tong nog voor de wereld begon jij kijkt te veel in 't rond en draait nog liever met je kont om alle kansen te vrijwaren en contacten te vergaren. ik ben van jou, jij van iedereen op elke foto die jij deelt, daarop sta ik alleen en wat me 't meeste stoort is jouw virtuele poort veilig vanachter je pc ga jij met iedereen in zee jij drinkt je laveloos en hoopt dat passie daarmee wordt vergroot en jij denkt dat dat mij bevalt maar af en toe dan riep ik halt jij hoort me niet, je hebt 't zo druk je loopt zo in je ongeluk mijn aandacht vind je niet genoeg alsof de wereld naar je vroeg en telkens weer kruipt je t'rug en ben je plots niet meer zo stug dan vind je steun al op m'n schouders en bel je nog eens met je ouders en alles lijkt weer koek en ei de twijfels zijn dan weer voorbij zo laat je mij weer in de waan zodat je weer je gang kan gaan op kousenvoeten liep ik rond te hopen da'k geen leugens vond maar ik zat er dus middenin en dat was al van in 't begin voor jou heb ik altijd een vuurtje voor jou was ik maar een avontuurtje want jij wilt constant and'ren zien waar, denk je, ben ik dan misschien? ik heb oh zo lang gewacht en je leek me niet verdacht maar plots viel alles in zijn plooi en zat ik in je gouden kooi de sleutel had je me zelf gegeven en toch kan ik je dit vergeven geef eindelijk toe maar doe dit vlug of je ziet me nooit terug
Past The past is a prison with one open door and there's no need for a key to escape now just run away and leave in freedom you believe and run to me before it is too late The past is nothing more than a wishing well great to look at if you're standing at the top as yesterday will not come back there's not a single thing you lack it's your will that can save you from the drop The past is an addictive place to dwell in there's a familiar face contorted by your dream the ghost must not be followed you'd forget there is tomorrow there's still a million places to be seen The past is a history book to learn from it cannot answer every question in your head but if you look at each mistake when you are finally awake you'll see the future is a better place instead	The Silhouette Of Broken Dreams i get thinner day by day and overnight i waste away though i'm still eating all i can i'm now the disappearing man like a pupil of a cat at noon my shade is cast upon the moon i wear the willow in dismay as i get thinner day by day the statue is a statuette the silly man a silhouette i'm half the man i used to be i'm twice the boy i used to flee from as my mind is playing tricks the boy without his tindersticks now you see me now you don't will you kill me no you won't one day you'll wish to hold on to me oh sorry, i'm not who i used to be the statue is a statuette the silly man a silhouette
Everyday is Valentine everyday is valentine when i look upon that girl of mine she's radiating what i crave for what to live for, what to die for everyday is valentine when i taste her lips of red cherry wine i dream of golden sand in my sandals wine on a beach only lit by candles everyday is valentine when sitting in the shade of a lonesome pine we don't have to say a single phrase to know there are 300 valentine days	Satan's favourite cupcake i trust the world the world trusts me and there's this girl that i must see too credulous i went through life so fabulous and sharp the knife i don't care if they all despise me 'cause no one can look so deep inside me but you curiosity never killed a cat it's paranoia that did all that for what i've done there's one excuse an acceptable lie for a love to lose and you there's no better slimming-course than heartbreak after heartbreak while being fed by paranoia satan's favourite cupcake
Last Call Of The Coyote 6.30 on a summer’s day Still 90 in the shade At Juan Pedro’s bar He’s gonna meet hit fate Today he lost his girl To his one and only friend He only needs a drink As this day will never end 8.30 on a summer’s day Still at Juan Pedro’s bar Another drink, another fight He knows he’s gone too far He runs into the desert As he cannot understand Gotta get away from there As far away he can 9.30 on a summer’s night Oh what a dreadful day The day she disappeared The day she went away Sitting head on his knees How had this mess begun More and more hating The crazy fool he has become 10.30 on a summer’s night The last part of the day There’s no light in the desert And all will fade away He’s getting cold No one to interfere The call of the coyote Is the last thing he will hear	Tequila sundown an open door in a hotel room for lonely people and where were you while you were howling to the moon where was your girl and where were you i need a double shot of tequila i need a second shot of tequile i need another shot of tequila and just one more the girl girl came back to the hotel room for lonely people and where were you while you were howling to the moon an empty room so where were you i want a double shot of tequila i want a second shot of tequila i want another shot of tequila and just one more no empty chair in the hotel bar for lonely people and there was you and dancing in the middle like a movie star was the girl you love, just waiting for you i got a double shot of tequila i got a second shot of tequila i got another shot of tequila and this one is for you
Ginger Satisfaction I see the sunset and the sunrise in the colour of your hair I see Ayer's Rock and henna colours when I gaze at you, oh so fair No Martian field can amaze me more than the complexion of your hair on a moon lit night on a sandy beach I am struck by its golden glare As I overestimate my strength to resist I act as if I don't really care my unlocked mind avoids your golden locks while in my dreams they're always there In my urge to feel Tibetan silk I gently touch your manes I show no fear and all the wonders of the world are in my reach as the sun shines bright and the sky is clear	All The Boys And The Girls all the boys and the girls of my age walk two by two in the crowd all the boys and the girls of my age know this is what love's about always eye to eye and hand in hand in love without fear for the next day but I, poor soul, walk alone in the streets yet no one loves this poor soul, no way yesterday is like tomorrow no whispering from my dear no joy and so much sorrow no "i love you" in my ear all the boys and the girls of my age have future at joint expense all the boys and the girls of my age know that "i love you" makes sense always eye to eye... every day and every night are no difference to me no joy and so much sorrow when will the sun shine for me? all the boys and the girls of my age know 'bout love, but i don't like all the boys and the girls of my age i'm wondering when love shall come when eye to eye and hand in hand so happy and i would have no fear my soul wouldn't hurt no more the day i may call you my dear
Steps with every step i'm a little bit older with every step it's a little bit colder i think i'm gonna stay as i don't know what to say cos with every step i'm getting further away from you with every step i don't wanna try with every step the end is getting nigh i think i'm gonna stay as i don't know what to say cos with every step i'm getting further away from you with every step i'm losing tracks with every step i wanna go back i think i'm gonna stay as i don't know what to say cos with every step i'm getting further away from you	Piccadilly bound Fear and fascination fashion alienation dream on the 60s gone watch 'em hangin' 'round Piccadilly bound almost half a century passed style came first, I came last Too young, too shy I wonder why I had fear and fascination for this fashion alienation the 80s there! the 60s where? watch 'em hangin' 'round Piccadilly bound violent colours femmes fatales from Andy Warhol to Chagall dandelion sky in a bed of lillies I wish I were born on Piccadilly
Calypso Love (Drink my rum) cocoanut woman drink my rum and let's go back to when time's begun i'll be your adam and you my eve and i'll make sure you will never ever leave cocoanut woman drink my rum it's home made brew so let's get drunk when you drink with me you won't regret to wake up in a hammock and no longer in a bed cocoanut woman drink my rum you'll be my moon and i'll be your sun an eclipse every night an eclipse every day as i wish upon a star this day will never fade away cocoanut woman drink my rum don't be afraid and sing along my song about calypso love in paradise turquoise waves under burgundy skies drink my rum and let's get drunk cocoanut woman in this paradise of fun	Reasons i watch the sun go down in a far away land on the top of a mountain of joy i look to the east to the borders of the land and i look upon the days i was a boy i look to the south and i try to understand why the bad days are slower than the good i look to the north beyond the borders of the land and i realize i never understood why there's no reason no real reason for everything that will ever be the only that that really counts is now and you and me i watch the sun go down in a far away land sitting near the bluest mountain lake i look to the west and i see myself a man who wants to live a life without mistake i look to the east again and it is getting dark again my childhood days have made me strong i watch the sun go down knowing it will rise again to wipe away the bad things gone wrong 'cause there's no reason no real reason for everything that will ever be the only thing that really counts is now and you and me
I might hear you talk to me even when i'm not around i might hear you in the wind, in any sound that makes me feel so fine whisper your thoughts even when i'm sleeping i might hear you in a dream, under a wheeping willow caressing my mind talk to me even when you're all alone i might hear you and i'll pick up the phone and you'll know all is fine	Late at night dainty is the gesture and luxurious the pain many times so flawless as the loss becomes the gain notwithstanding it was late 't gebaar is zo gracieus als de weelderige pijn net zo smetteloos de tijd is 't verlies een winstdomein al is het nog zo laat tomorrow is another day another life another game neverending stories in the middle of a name are you ready demain est un autre jour autre vie, autre jeu mais ça n'termine jamais au milieu d'un nom n'es-tu pas prêt
A king and a boy everybody loves my baby she's all mine and that ain't bad she ain't just anybody's baby as all can see and witness that everytime i see my baby close to me as passion's burning so strong a man it drives me crazy in my mind and in my yearning everybody wants my baby she's got only eyes for me it blurs my mind sometimes and maybe i'm so blind i cannot see everybody loves my baby i shouldn't blame those men for that she sticks to me like passion's gravy she's the best i ever had everytime i see my baby i'm a king and i'm a boy so what if life is getting crazy i can laugh i can enjoy everybody wants my baby i shouldn't worry not at all like the vagabond and his fair lady our names are written on the wall	oldest story in the book i can't remove the pillow-case she slept upon it's lying on the corner of my bed and yet i hate her so profoundly because she's been sleeping with someone else instead for half a year she's lied at me as if i were naive enough to believe that i wouldn't find out for half a year she's cried for me "oh you're the one i'm thinking of" but if it wouldn't work, it'd be my fault still i can't remove the pillow-case she slept upon it's still lying on the corner of my bed when i wake up with my head upon that pillow i get drunk and dizzy as i scent her sweat for half a year i've been used in a way no one should ever feel it's the oldest story in the book for half a year i've felt accused for not being able to kneel down at an altar on a crook i can't remove the pillow-case she slept upon it's lying on the corner of my bed i hate myself for this uncontrollable urge and all the crazy things inside my head for half a year ago till now it was like a fairy tale too good to be true on both sides for half a year ago it has begun to fester, but i failed to connect all the dots and the signs i was sleeping in a dream but i woke up in a nightmare
can't get her out of my mind i see her when i wake up and when i go to bed even in my dreams she's there my private internet i hear her on the radio in each and every song sometimes it is a whisper and sometimes it is too strong no matter how hard i try i can't get her out of my mind can't get her out of my mind can't get her out of my mind i really can't get her out of my mind i smell her in the garden lavender and thyme no matter if i have a cold i smell her all the time no matter how hard i try i can't get her out of my mind can't get her out of my mind can't get her out of my mind i really can't get her out of my mind but still i cannot touch her although she's very close always out of reach oh yes she's one of those	you'll be the first to know one day i'll leave this planet; i'll go cruisin' to the stars my mind is my own space ship that's been built on planet mars no one understands me when i talk about my thoughts i think von daniken knew astronauts were gods one day day my trip will take me far away from all that jazz to understand the future i must leave behind my past today i'm called a dreamer but in one hundred years they all will have to recognize that future interferes i'm packed but not yet ready to go you'll be the first to know the hardest part in leaving earth is leaving my true love i don't know when i'll have the guts to say "i'm taking off" i'm living in the future when all is said and done you are the only reason why i'm not already gone
cold everytime before the lights go out i take a good look everywhere and everytime before i lift the blankets i realise you're still over there every night i sleep alone in my own heaven dreaming of your being here and every morning i wake up alone, all naked, cold because you ain't here my bed's too cold without you too cold when you're away don't want to sleep alone no more i want you here to stay cuz every morning i wake up alone all naked, cold, every day	hipsville (let's go to) my girl and i at first we were shy we only kissed on the lips i did not know her didn't want to show her i was looking at the center of her hips just swing your hips around my fingertips let's go to hipsville turned on the radio hipsville was the show we went wild to every song we got undressed by looks impressed we shook our hips all night long
mirror man the mirror man is always sad and serious he's never full of joy and never furious i always say hi, but silence is his word why does he look as if he's always hurt sympathy for that guy sounds really silly always dressed up cool like rockabilly i like him a lot but i can't really see why he always tries so hard to copy me don't cry for me mirror man i'm not as sad as you might think don't try this over and over again please mirror man, sing as far as i can see he's rather handsome and still he looks so shy and lonesome we could be friends and i wonder why i see a tear and he looks me in the eye	miss diabolique oh miss diabolique qeen of kitsch, swingin' chick move   move acrosse the floor it is me standing at your door please miss diabolique queen of kitsch, swingin' chick please   please remove your mask there is something i'd like to ask hi miss diabolique queen of kitsch, swingin' chick try   try me just for fun i'm like a bullet from a loaded gun dance miss diabolique queen of kitsch, swingin' chick dance   dance around my brain bring me joy instead of pain dance miss diabolique queen of kitsch, swingin' chick dance   dance around with me the modern times are killing me
intense i have been on my own since the age of twelve i could not be told i only listened to myself i lost my faith i lost my trust i threw away a lot i didn't need no mum or dad, no teacher and no god a rebel i have never been  i think i was too smart i never gave away my hope as i did with my heart years have passed and finally i've found someone who can listen to my aching heart and wants to understand she listens to her mum and dad although she's 24 boy, if they knew she'd been with me and what she did before when so-called security becomes an iron fence there's little opportunity for love so intense	first ticket to the moon it was my first ticket to the moon it didn't come too late and it didn't come too soon at first i feared i wouldn't be prepared but now i'm glad that i've been over there it was unlike anything else i've ever done before there were flashes, there were bells oh, wow, there was so much more than i thought i could ever comprehend but now that i know i can understand what all the hustle was about i've been to outerspace and it was far out it was my first ticket to the moon it didn't come to late and it didn't come too soon at first i feared i wasn't prepared but now i'm glad that i've been over there
magnet to my thoughts i go to bed and i think of you i get up and i think of you in my dreams i see your face all the nights and all the days you're like a magnet to my thoughts dream or nightmare all the same it's like i've known you all the time if you wouldn't exist, i'd given you a name you'd be surprised of these thoughts of mine it's eerie to listen to your inner voice to listen to your fears, to your joys you've said things i've written to myself years ago as it happened to yourself you're like a magnet to my thoughts you know me better than i know myself it seems but you don't seem to realise perhaps we share these inner thoughts in our dreams 't may even happen in front of our eyes	baby vampire i'm a baby vampire only 30 years of age i've been locked up for years and now i left behind my cage on each moon lit night dwelling through deserted streets i need virgin blood to be spilled on my sheets i'm a baby vampire i'm dead but what the heck when i find a virgin girl i'll kiss her in the neck she'll be another vampire night life will be awaiting she must find a virgin boy 'cuz there's no time for dating bad bat girl - bite me again i'm a baby vampire i know i cannot die i'll always be a young boy and you know i cannot lie when i'm looking for a girl to satisfy my thirst i think of the bat girl who has bitten me at first bad bat girl - bit me again
daddy dear i have a mum, a new dad too a brother and a sister and a cat now i don't know what to do thinking all the time of my real dad after seven years he has found a brand new love for my dad she's got a daughter of her own and where's my place in all that i've been crying all night long and i no longer know what to do i want to be happy and to be strong and i want him to be happy too is jealousy making me feel so bad because they can see him more than i i want to spend more time with my dad but maybe that will make my mummy cry daddy i'm still your little girl don't you forget about me i still need you daddy dear do you still need me i'm alone but not alone it's hard for me to explain at my dad it's not my home inbetween seven years of pain and he's got a family now and her daughter's got a new dad i want to tell him; don't know how afraid it'll make him sad	cannibal love i bite your neck, i chew your lips i nibble on your fingertips i gnaw on your nipples and all of a sudden my tongue's playing with your button i wanna eat you for breakfast and lunch all day long i'm fond of the forbidden taste of you on my tongue is this what they call cannibal love i drink your juices, i cook your blood you're so spicy, you're so hot i don't like meat, but i sure love flesh especially when it's young and fresh i wanna eat you morning, noon and night i lick, chew, suck, nibble and bite is this what they call cannibal love i split your smooth body in half i feel the softness of your calf and the succulence of your inner thighs up to the center of paradise for me it's such a punishment not having you for nourishment is this what they call cannibal love
michael a champ like him shows no stress just the biggest smile in any kinda mess but hey, after his final whistle he will make everybody listen to a tale of records and all that jazz what he has found, wherever he was oh boy, he loves red and white for hair and skin, with all his might steel balls fondling in his hand three pairs rolling in the sand and under the golden pelican sun he yells "New York, here I come!" doing the manhattan mambo with lady day near the wonder wheel on thanksgiving day listening to louis with his prima donna it's easy to find him if you wanna next to his beer you'll see a dozen more cos good ol' mikey has... friends galore	eyes never lie whenever i look into your dark brown eyes i wish i could read your mind you're asking me questions with your frightened eyes an answer is what you try to find i feel the agony i feel your pain can you feel mine too how much longer can one stand the strain because of a simple "i love you" when love rules eyes never lie what do you see when you look into my eyes am i an open book my eyes are the mirrors of my love inside i hope you don't overlook a deep look into a person's eyes can tell more than a thousand words afraid of the answers you might find understanding that truth hurts
pretending for a while i close eyes and i pretend that she's still here i imagine it's her breath each time the wind blows in my ear i enjoy this recollection and the early sun is warm i raise my left hand and i feel the leaves caress my arm the sweetness of the morning dew dropping on my salty face will chase away the bitterness because of our parted ways for a while i close my eyes and i pretend i'm over there i smell her blossom toes i guess we were a perfect pair for me she was the perfect girl she thought i was the perfect man i kiss her neck and hold her close never to let go again she was taken away from me in a way i just can't comprehend and now it's back to a sorry life of dreaming and let's pretend	soul mate i want to be the shoulder you can cry on i can carry a lot of weight i want to be the punchball you can hit when you're full of doubt and hate i can be your doctor or your lover i can be the early morning sun if you need me for healing or for loving if you need a little trust or fun i'm your soul mate i want to be the one who wipes your tears my lips can be your handkerchief i want to be your personal headphone who gives music instead of pain and grief i can be your coach, can be your teacher i can be whatever comes in mind i'll guide you through the maze of life unless there's someone else you'd like to find
stripper for the rest of my life I’ve got a delicate complexion and quite a pretty face I move my neverending legs in too mysterious ways Every wallet opens when I’m showing my legs to desperate men with a million travellers’ cheques They pay my bills, they ain’t my leisure in this neon light world of pain and pleasure As long as I don’t want to work from 9 to 5 I know I’ll be a stripper for the rest of my life My friends think I’m a waitress in a cocktail bar Others think I’m waiting to become a famous star What if they would see me dancing in my underpants Would they still be friends or is this where friendship ends? That’s why I don’t tell and hide my smile in tears Yet I know I cannot do this for another seven years Is it ‘cause I don’t want to be nobody’s wife that I’ll be a stripper for the rest of my life My best friend is my cat and a stripper of my age She’s the only one allowed to touch me on stage While turning ‘round the pole and turning on the guys I don’t feel alright because I live a life of lies Sometimes I’m really hurt and I could use a strong shoulder Although I won’t grow up I still feel I’m getting older I’m afraid I’ll be a stripper for the rest of my life So afraid I’ll be a stripper for the rest of my life	quiff from outer space setzer is a sissy such a prissy missy no more boppin', mr. stiff a mirror as a friend who'll betray him in the end like dorian gray and his quiff his gretsch feels uncanny and his quiff is like his fanny fragile and hurt too often always losin' his voice always bruisin' the toys for his wigs already in his coffin brian brian what is that on your head is it still alive and can it still be fed brian brian what's hanging down your face is it really yours or just a quiff from outer space
i'm going to tiki's tonight a second bottle of bacardi rhum a cocktail waitress and a bongo drum that is paradise to me tequila sunrise, sound of the sea friends under a coconut tree that is paradise to me hello honey, i'm going to tiki's tonight passing out on a bamboo chair happy faces everywhere that is paradise to me a jungle combo on stage lotsa girls like bettie page that is paradise to me hello honey, i'm going to tiki's tonight	island in the city for the very first time in my whole life i want to live on a tropical island far away and i don't care what people think of me i wanna be there with you all night and day never before i've felt what i'm feeling now most people say that i must be insane i'd be able to give up everything and go away with you; when is the first plane on an island in the sun in the middle of L.A. i've reserved a place for you a place for you to stay whenever you come across my mind i feel the breeze of the palm trees above my head i smell the salty air on our beach and i don't want to share this with someone else instead maybe i am running from reality but i know so very well why i am running to you is this a nightmare or just a crazy dream in which all is possible not matter what i do
weekend demons it takes about half an hour to get out of my lazy bed i reach out for the light switch as i get dizzy in the head i stumble to the bath room, smack my head against the door all i can see are stars and then i'm lying on the floor it never shows at work on monday i'm a total mess it takes about an hour or so to get completely dressed thank god i only got black socks so i can never err the recollection of past days always is a blur the weekend demons try to kill me, starting friday night when i'm on the loose, on the booze 'til morning light i avoid their greedy hands although they look me in the eye every single monday morning i believe i cannot die i always try not to take a girl back to my place cuz when we wake up in the afternoon i gotta look upon her face i never seem to able to remember the girl's name and when she sees me that we're undressed, she often is ashamed the weekend demons try to kill me, starting friday night when i'm on the loose, on the booze 'til morning light i avoid their greedy hands although they look me in the eye every single morning i believe i cannot die	back on the track i cry i cry and then i laugh a bit and then i cry some more for the fun of it at least that's what you think you see you don't know anything 'bout me 'bout the way i think the way i work i'm so fragile i'm easily hurt and maybe just maybe you will understand some day i'm a party animal with tears in my soul the dancefloor's hot and you're all so cool i'm a victim of my everlasting smile as if pierrot's taken over my life i may be small but not small enough to disappear and get away from love and maybe just maybe i can get away some day i need my life i need my space to take off my mask and see my face as the mirror kicks me i wonder why i'm so hard to myself although i try to get back to the life i had i realise now that it wasn't that bad and maybe just maybe i can get it back some day yes maybe just maybe i'm back on the track
hotel room nights in black velvet a touch in the dark in the ebony room of tinseltown park i am not alone as three is a crowd but who is who when the lights are out wrapped up in joy body heat shivers all over from head to feet a fluid body box full of moans a phallic dream dance of skin and bones black velvet morning curtains are closed i am not alone i suppose	identity i ain't hip i ain't rich i ain't hot and music's all i got i ain't no hunk i ain't no drunk i ain't wild cuz that ain't my style but i am me and i ain't you so stop telling me what i should do i ain't tall ain't got no tan i ain't strong and i party all night long oh, i am me and i ain't you so stop telling me what i should do
Love is blue yellow words in a burgundy sky but one is blue and that is the lie the red sarcasm of the sunset now is a result of what we cannot allow the blue one is a four-letter word it starts as hope and it ends as hurt so be aware when green occurs 'cos then you'll know things can't get worse once words were white and clear wrong colours give you fear	I'm a love bomb use me take me i'm longing for love please abuse me i can't get enough too much energy my mind's exploding hold me close as i cannot run away hold me closer hold me tight i give you love when i give you light desperate restless i want you now can you help me as i don't know how i got too much love to give
The manipulator tall 'n' slim a devil's grin the boss in his own world manipulating copulating his best friend's girl irresponsible dispensable a garbage can in flesh who'll tell a lie and wonder why who's causing him this mess find a friend betray a friend as many times it fits he's the manipulator the manipulator	Unspoken we all have our little unspoken truths unspoken pains and unspoken hurts we all die a little by unspoken wishes unspoken dreams and unspoken words but how can we cope with unspoken blues unspoken thoughts and unspoken lies that are being fed by unspoken vows unspoken needs and unspoken cries we all have our little unspoken prayers unspoken laughs and unspoken pleasures we can lose ourselves by unspoken business unspoken joys and unspoken treasures we learn how to cope with unspoken angels unspoken demons and unspoken friends how to overcome all those unspoken losses unspoken griefs and unspoken ends
Everybody likes me everybody likes me nobody loves me they all tear out pieces out of my heart everybody likes me nobody loves me they take away pieces, one day i'll fall apart everybody likes me nobody loves me i give and i give and they take and they take everybody likes me nobody loves me until nothing can hold me and then i'm gonna break everybody likes me nobody loves me who the fuck is gonna pick up the pieces everybody likes me nobody loves me they're looking at me but nobody sees me everybody likes me nobody loves me will i be missed when they have no one to talk to everybody likes me nobody loves me ...sorry lady, but this line's been disconnected...	That beautiful river i know where my future lies when i'm looking deep inside my soul and deep inside my heart i know where my future lies it's that beautiful river that is keeping us apart i know where my future lies leaving my home will be the one and only way i know where my future lies from that beautiful river it is not so far away i know where my future lies at the end of the tunnel there's an unexpected light i know where my future lies oh that beautiful river you are on the other side
Miss Allrightie to know her is to love her i'm glad most people don't know her the way i do the way i only can the more i get to know her the easier it gets to love her unconditionally against all odds and bets to know her is to love her it's sad most people can't understand the reason why she loves me as i am the more i get to know her the easier it is to love her unconditionally to love her as she is	Throughout the years throughout the years i gave away my heart more often than i should and everytime i snatched it back because it didn't feel so good throughout the years i simply failed to give away my burnin' soul now you're the first one who can show me how to see love as a whole throughout the years i never met a woman quite like you before you've got this strange effect on me you leave me wanting for even more throughout the years i gave up hope to find someone as fine as you you'll be the first one that will hear me say "here is my soul for you"
Day ting ting ting my very last thought if i'd die tonight will be about you and how i lost the fight if i'd die tonight my very last word will be your name, i know it'll hurt if tonight's that night i hope you understand why i spent my last dime see my outstretched hand it's a silver and a golden ring my old heart goes ting ting ting if i'd die tonight my very last smile will be for you, it'll last a while the very last face that my mind will see will be yours full of tears watching over me if i'd die tonight the very last sunshine will be cast on you, you're mine all mine you are my everything my old heart goes ting ting ting ting ting ting will come one day for you i'd give my soul away i'd die for you all over again oh yes i would oh yes i would for you i'll live my life again oh yes i would oh yes i would	Child of the moon as i watch the sky i can see the signs in the clouds 'round the sun; it's uncompromising and i listen to the birds as they sing their final song in the trees chanting to the elven moon rising i hear your name in every song they're singing i feel your presence in the happiness they're bringing you're a child of the moon, a daughter of the night with the sun in your hair and in your eyes a light that never dies never lies i see your face in every cloud when i'm in bed i smell your tears in the raindrops falling on my head you're a child of the moon, a daughter of the night with the sun in your hair and in your eyes a light that never dies never lies as i climb a tree to get closer to you i can reach out and touch and i grab your hand wherever you go, whatever you do there's only one thing i hope to understand why i hear your name in every word why i listen to the song of every bird you're a child of the moon, a daughter of the night with the sun in your hair and in your eyes a light that never dies never lies whatever you do, whatever you say it doesn't change even if you can't stay you're a child of the moon, a daughter of the night with the sun in your hair and in your eyes a light that never dies never lies
Vanity i'm messing up my sanity all for the cause of vanity don't wanna be 18 no more in a body of 44 i'm spending future's energy at light speed and it's killing me a walkin' talkin' zombie clown who's always there and goes around accepting every invitation from party one into sedation the weekend's over before it's begun i can remember only half of the fun i live my life as fast as i can 'cause that makes me feel like a man i listen to my friends' advice to their stories and to their lies i'm messing up my sanity all for the cause of vanity	Dancing with demons in hell i met my demons, in hell was where we met on day 1 we were strangers; day 2 was spent in bed we travelled through the galaxy of broken dreams and so-called friends until there was a vortex circling 'round those grasping hands together we escaped by holding on and i believed that we were saved forever, oh boy i was relieved fortune showed its wicked game as she, again, was mine paranoid by nature, magnificent by design then the demons called her name, hell, why did she comply in the easiest of faithless ways to run away and try to push away the love she had, to welter in the past for lovin' a ghost's hopeless as it can never last then i looked into the mirror and disliked my own reflection of what i had become in exchange for some affection i left behind my demons while she embraced them all she couldn't live without them, she won't resist the call i call her name with every single heartbeat, every breath to call her back to me, it is my destiny till death can she hear me calling, can she feel my silent yearning as she's dancing 'round the demons and her confused mind's burning will she hear my call while she's dancing all alone half eaten away by demons, can she find her way back home
Someone better I don't want someone better I don't want someone new the only girl in the whole wide world is no one else but you I gave away my soul I gave away my heart You can put me back together without you I fall apart You can make me happy You can make me sad You're the best and you're the worst of all the girls I've had I don't want someone better I don't want someone new the only girl in the whole wide world is no one else but you	Blink girl, you make me so angry so angry i would smash my guitar so angry 'cause i don't know where you are why can you make me so angry girl, you make me so fucked up so fucked up i do crazy things so fucked up 'cause the phone didn't ring why can you make me so fucked up girl, you make so restless so restless i can't sleep at all so restless 'cause you never call why can you make me so restless and all of this disappears in a blink when i hear you, when i see you, 'cause maybe i still love you love you more than anything
Entangled trees the tares among the wheat were once the men that wouldn't learn as the bad man woke up down to earth, the mushroom and the fern and the gods were so angry, that they ended mankind nobody was killed though, something else was on their minds the oak tree in the middle of the forest was this guy who loved his girl unconditionally and his branches reached for the sky entangled though by a thousand twigs of a beech tree shiny green his girl was given back to him and the gods loved this fairy scene and the gods were no more angry for their ending of mankind nobody was killed though, something else was on their minds it was a transformation, for the good and for the bad	Her DNA inside my brain should i stay or should i leave or should i blame the human race should i wonder or believe when she looked me in the face should i yell or should i weep and should i laugh or should i fight should i love or hate that creep or close my eyes, oh god, i tried should i listen to each sound or should i hate the guts i lack should i live on, turn around and don't look back and don't look back all these questions in my mind are driving me insane insane she played with me, boy i was blind i was the prince in her own game everything gets even worse when lured into her open legs emotion killer dressed in furs a praying mantis never begs a scarlet terror to all men while playing with their sorry souls intoxicated now and then there ain't no gun that leaves no holes should i care and help and pity and talk to her or to the world big disgrace for my fave city how could i love this silly girl all these questions in my mind are driving me insane insane deep within one day i'll find her dna inside my brain one day i'll find her dna inside my brain inside my brain
Never enough There was this one girl he really really loved She was just too good to be true He conquered the world; it never was enough Always some more things to do She was a maniac-maniac-maniac-maniac-maniac He loved her to death Paranoia won and she won him too He did all she ever asked for How had this begun? What'd he gotten into? Her own private task force She was a maniac-maniac-maniac-maniac-maniac He loved her to death If the bad weren't killed, the good guys were He would even kill his mum He was not thrilled when he shot her She shouldn't've said he was dumb She was a maniac-maniac-maniac-maniac-maniac And now she's dead