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Sitting on a park bench
Eyeing little girls with bad intent
Snot running down his nose
Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes
Hey, Aqualung
Drying in the cold sun
Watching as the frilly panties run
Hey, Aqualung
Feeling like a dead duck
Spitting out pieces of his broken luck
Whoa, Aqualung
Sun streaking cold, an old man wandering lonely
Taking time the only way he knows
Leg hurting bad as he bends to pick a dog-end
He goes down to the bog and warms his feet
Feeling alone, the army's up the road
Salvation a la mode and a cup of tea
Aqualung my friend, don't you start away uneasy
You poor old sod, you see, it's only me
Do you still remember
December's foggy freeze?
When the ice that
Clings on to your beard was
Screaming agony (Hey!)
And you snatch your rattling last breaths
With deep-sea-diver sounds
And the flowers bloom like
Madness in the spring
Re: Μοναξιά μου όλα, μοναξιά μου τίποτα
Δημοσιεύτηκε: 24 Ιούλ 2022, 20:17
από ossessione
βαριέμαι να ψάχνω τά ποστ μου
αφού έβαλες κι'εσύ εδώ,νομίζω ταιριάζει
λύρικς στά αγγλικά
"I don't feel alone when I am
Alone in the branches of my forest
Not when I get home and can't find anyone
I don't feel alone
Nor when it rains on the courtyard and stained glass windows ring
I open up like my mother's smile did
It's you, it's you, my isolation
And every day I get a little lower, a little slower
It's you, it's you, my isolation
And I witness this carousel
My end rather than ours
Rather than ours
I am looking for a fullness that I cannot feel
I'm looking for a perfume that I seem to remember
This is the time to change your intention
To change orientation
Without hard feelings
Even the trees speak
And people want to dance
Take off your clothes, go to the beach
Yet the air I breathe smells of flowers
And the sky is so clear as I want to disappear
It's you, it's you, my isolation
And every day I get a little lower, a little slower
It's you, it's you, my isolation
And I witness this carousel
My end rather than ours
Rather than ours"
είχα εφιάλτες το 4ημερο καπου στα 750 μετρα προς τη Ζήρια...τελικά ξύπνησα απ'τα τσακάλια πού ουρλιάζανε
βγήκα στην αυλή και τούς έβαλα φαγητό...ό νεαρός με την Οσεσιόνε είναι Δανία,ή Μπρίτζετ στούς γονείς της στη Κατερίνη
άναψα το τζάκι
σοβαρολογείς ρε συ με Trini Lopez
τον άκουγε ό αδελφός μου το 1964 πριν φύγει για NYC....
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