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[teampilot]

... passend zum tag, zur stund, zur gemütslage, zu einem thema....

Well someone told me yesterday

That when you throw your love away

You act as if you just dont care

You look as if youre going somewhere

But I just cant convince myself

I couldnt live with no one else

And I can only play that part

And sit and nurse my broken heart

Know no ones knocked upon my door

For a thousand years or more

All made up and no where to go

Welcome to this one man show

Just take a seat theyre always free

No surprise no mystery

In this theatre that I call my soul

I always play the starring role

bearbeitet 10. März 2007 von teampilot

[CarolusMagnus]

... passend zum tag, zur stund, zur gemütslage, zu einem thema....

Well someone told me yesterday

That when you throw your love away

You act as if you just dont care

You look as if youre going somewhere

But I just cant convince myself

I couldnt live with no one else

And I can only play that part

And sit and nurse my broken heart

Know no ones knocked upon my door

For a thousand years or more

All made up and no where to go

Welcome to this one man show

Just take a seat theyre always free

No surprise no mystery

In this theatre that I call my soul

I always play the starring role

Unvollständig!

When routine bites hard,

And ambitions are low,

And resentment rides high,

But emotions won't grow,

And we're changing our ways,

Taking different roads.

Then love, love will tear us apart again.

Love, love will tear us apart again.

Why is the bedroom so cold?

You've turned away on your side.

Is my timing that flawed?

Our respect runs so dry.

Yet there's still this appeal

That we've kept through our lives.

But love, love will tear us apart again.

Love, love will tear us apart again.

You cry out in your sleep,

All my failings exposed.

And there's a taste in my mouth,

As desperation takes hold.

Just that something so good

Just can't function no more.

But love, love will tear us apart again.

Love, love will tear us apart again.

Love, love will tear us apart again.

Love, love will tear us apart again.

[k3nny]

bright eyes - the center of the world

At the center of the world there is a statue of a girl.

She is standing near a well with a bucket bare and dry.

I went and looked her in the eye and she turned me into sand.

This clumsy form that I despise it scattered easy in her hand.

And came to rest upon a beach,

with a million others there.

We sat and waited for the sea to stretch out,

so that we could disappear into the endlessness of blue,

into the horror of the truth.

You see, we are far less than we knew.

Yeah, we are far less than we knew,

but we knew what we could taste.

Girls found honey to drench our hands.

Men cut marble to mark our graves.

Said we’ll need something to remind us of

all the sweetness that has passed through us.

(fresh sangria and lemon tea).

The priests dressed children for a choir,

(white-robed small voices praise Him)

but found no joy in what was sung.

The funeral had begun.

In the middle of the day,

when you drive home to your place from that job that makes you sleep,

back to the thoughts that keep you awake long after

night has come to claim any light that still remains.

In the corner of the frame that you put around her face.

Two pills just weren’t enough.

The alarm clock is going off,

but you are not waking up.

This isn’t happening, happening, happening, happening, happening. It is.

circle takes the square - kill the switch

Map the words to deny, deny the symptoms, as 'oh yeah I'm doing fine', as I've found a most endearing psychosis.

Somewhere out there there's a thrill I swear. Desperate as I am I just can't strip bare and bleed the only purity I've known.

But I lay with reason. Found logic concieved in a walk with skin. I sleep with reason producing these monsters.

Under painted catcalls as in temptation. yeah there's a key to be in, but there's no shade, no shade to blame.

Waterfalls in a cool grey, and the struggle is colored grey this day. The caw of crows fills up the picture plane.

Our picture plane is veiled in central neutral grey. Absinthe to slight the pain. This world's this worst case color scheme.

Streaks of oil stain, stained the road he crawled on homeward.

Oh yeah, oh yeah he threw the switch, with some unwieldy gauge, absence of light remains.

I lay with reason so logic can reap in a walk with sin. El sueno razon produce monsinios.

When does this dream end? Now I've missed another whole season,

I've missed the fall, clearly its fallen on this land as fields once green are ochre now.

This is no dream. Trees have turned to skeleton, roots teased and knotted just below the surface skin of ground.

Stitched between the earth and the sky struggling to hold it down.

Sometimes to realize you have to lose track, lose track of sight blurring my vision makes it clear that tiny moving parts make up the whole.

The image is clear, a tower is built of my own pride, I cry in the shade that if offers, the only shelter I have.

When does this dream end? This is no dream. This is the waking living breathing caricature of a memory.

Shamelessly I cave in to temptation of creation. But still my only thrill is empty sidewalks, silent streets.

The caw of crows fills up the picture plane. This is your picture plain in central neutral grey.

This world's this worst case color scheme. Streaks of oil stain, stained the road he crawled on homeward.

Oh yeah, oh yeah he killed the switch with some unwieldy gauge, absence of light remains.

Life is lowly anonymity, in death a noble pose, a Marat David.

Tell me who wouldn't give their lives for such a soap box to die behind. Life is lowly, lowly anonymity.

In the space of a smile I found sleep. As in sorrow, so shall ye reap, as in reason so shall ye sleep.

Reap the promised end to the struggle. Reap every point on our linear path.

Reap the smiles in time we borrow, every harvest relies on the last.

Reap the promising song of the sparrow, that they learned from the birth of sea.

Silenced by the threnody of the crows. Reap the fallen fruit of the dogwood tree.

But I witnessed in all this silence one souls definition of beauty. and a backlit smile so temporary.

A facade so rich with evil history. Cast in direct opposition set to overwhelm this moment to shine and sleep-

came out on top of what was borrowed, and found all that beauty to be still.

Every breath as in sorrow, reap the promised end to this path, by every image that we borrow, every harvest depends on the past.

Subdivide in factions our linear parabola, we subdivide our waking hours to sleep.

While guilty eyes turn toward a porchlight, enlightenment is losing sight.

Somewhere out there there's a thrill I swear. In this low light town when my shift begins the streets reflecting yellow, yellow, yellow in the vacancy that overwhelms the red, red, red, your vehicle the color of expansion.

"Open up." the latter just a thought to thrill me "knock knock knock" the latter just a thought to thrill me.

"Red" is a four letter word. Four letter invitation. Now my head is locked in the direction of the sun...

Life is lowly anonymity, in death a noble prose, a Marat David.

Tell me who wouldn't give their lives for such a soap box to leave behind.

Life is lowly, lowly anonymity. I know its all been done before, I want to do it again. I want do it again.

Kill the switch.

This night our journey's through the dark.

Kill the switch, a welcome comatose, tonight we journey through the darkness.

As in sorrow, so shall ye weep, as in reason, so shall ye sleep.

[herrgesangsverein]

It makes you blind, it does you in

It makes you think you're pretty tough

It makes you prone to crime and sin

It makes you say things off the cuff

It's very small and made of glass

and grossly over-advertised

It turns a genius into an ass

and makes a fool think he is wise

It could make you regret your birth

or turn cartwheels in your best suit

It costs a lot more than it's worth

and yet there is no substitute

They keep it on a higher shelf

the older and more pure it grows

It has no color in itself

but it can make you see rainbows

You can find it on the Bowery

or you can find it at Elaine's

It makes your words more flowery

It makes the sun shine, makes it rain

You just get out what they put in

and they never put in enough

Love is like a bottle of gin

but a bottle of gin is not like love

magnetic fields - love is like a bottle of gin

[teampilot]

Hello there

The angel from my nightmare

Where you can always find me

And we'll have halloween on christmas

And in the night we'll wish this never ends

We'll wish this never ends

(I miss you, miss you)

Where are you?

And I'm so sorry

I cannot sleep

I cannot dream tonight

I need somebody and always

This sick strange darkness

Comes creeping on so haunting every time

And as I stared I counted

The webs from all the spiders

Catching things and eating their insides

Like indecision to call you

And hear your voice of treason

Will you come home

And stop this pain tonight?

Stop this pain tonight

[Chorus]

Don't waste your time on me

You're already a voice inside my head

(I miss you, miss you)

auszüge aus "i miss you" von blink 182

I was hiding from the sun once again

I was running from the time my friend

Ive lost another war

So, I poured one more and went home drunk again

Cause I've lost another good one

With a brand new start, I swore I'd love from the heart

I meant to change my ways

Can't drink you off my mind. So, I'll see you when I'm sober.

I been looking for some reasons, but I ain't found one...

auszüge aus" midnight train to memphis" von kid rock

bearbeitet 17. März 2007 von teampilot