It’s not original to use lyrics of other songs
but it seems the only road I’m able to wander
to reach you and say sorry as much I want to say
‘till the moment you listen and appreciate my apologies.
Driving past a lonely tree
reminds me of words of the past I wrote for you
about your dad, with which I share characteristics.
Maybe that’s the reason we don’t share each other story’s all night long.
the reason which follows on the moment you’re talking about him
and you can’t “Smile with your whole body”.
The frustration you cherish for him
underneath your skin
waiting to roam… explode
‘cause of my true me.
maandag 1 augustus 2011
My friends
I use God’s guitar
Dressed with things
That’re unapproachable for our imagination
I mean the black colored skin and the big curls on the of end it.
I’m walking trough doors, standing in an alley
Waiting for snakes wrapping around me
That made me tripping ‘cause I’m out of air
Through what I hallucinate I stand next to them.
Dressed with things
That’re unapproachable for our imagination
I mean the black colored skin and the big curls on the of end it.
I’m walking trough doors, standing in an alley
Waiting for snakes wrapping around me
That made me tripping ‘cause I’m out of air
Through what I hallucinate I stand next to them.
zondag 17 juli 2011
Rant
For one time I want to rant, unimpeded. And after I’m finished I want you to worry about me. That you realize my rent wasn’t for nothing, but was for you, against you.
I want to rant, unimpeded against you.
zaterdag 4 juni 2011
The man who...
But tell me now, where was my fault
In loving you with all my heart?
You know, you made a fault... I hope
You've broke my heart three times a row
And now there's no distance left to run
But still I'm running on the energy of my beating heart
But tell me now, where was my fault
In loving you with all my heart?
I'm the man who...
...is like a dog, chasing cars
...isn't really sure anymore if you're the songbird
...want's to hear from you: "I'm sorry"
But tell me now, where was my fault
In loving you with all my heart?
I want to lay with you on a cold floor
Where we forget the world
Even after you broke my heart
You're still in there you know
But tell me now, where was my fault
In loving you with all my heart?
What was the worthy of those words?
You stab me in the back
It felt like you betrayed me
So what was the worthy of those words you said to me
But tell me now, where was my fault
In loving you with whole my heart?
And now I think:
I'm sorry I've met you
You're not worthy to know me
I deserve better then you
But tell me now, where was my fault
In loving you with all my heart?
Maybe they right:
and is
tender
the touch of someone you love to much
In loving you with all my heart?
You know, you made a fault... I hope
You've broke my heart three times a row
And now there's no distance left to run
But still I'm running on the energy of my beating heart
But tell me now, where was my fault
In loving you with all my heart?
I'm the man who...
...is like a dog, chasing cars
...isn't really sure anymore if you're the songbird
...want's to hear from you: "I'm sorry"
But tell me now, where was my fault
In loving you with all my heart?
I want to lay with you on a cold floor
Where we forget the world
Even after you broke my heart
You're still in there you know
But tell me now, where was my fault
In loving you with all my heart?
What was the worthy of those words?
You stab me in the back
It felt like you betrayed me
So what was the worthy of those words you said to me
But tell me now, where was my fault
In loving you with whole my heart?
And now I think:
I'm sorry I've met you
You're not worthy to know me
I deserve better then you
But tell me now, where was my fault
In loving you with all my heart?
Maybe they right:
and is
tender
the touch of someone you love to much
donderdag 17 maart 2011
Songbird
Up in the sky you're there, swinging on a swing, listening to the Free Bird. He’s singing his song and is playing the guitar. You're waiting for the solo, that will come, sooner or later. You're waiting, just like the other men did, back then in those fantastic years.
The roaring guitar starts to scream and there’s the solo you expected, the bird is flying his way underneath the dark clouds that are gathering. The sun fades away and can’t do his work, there was no joy and happiness anymore. The sun tries, tries and tries to do his work, but nothing worked.
You boy, yes you on your swing, you got your drug: music and a swing. There is only one thing you like more than those two: The Songbird, as you call her in your dreams. You talked with her yesterday, yes well it was in your mind.
Then the Guitar is screaming his last note, the string wants to break. The solo is over you know and the Free Bird did his thing; he has sung his song and played his solo. The dark clouds that were gathering are flying over. The sun breaks through and does his work; the joy and the happiness are back in the world.
Boy? Where have you gone? He’s gone to his world. His music and the Free Bird has taken him, together with the dark clouds. Than The Songbird appeared and everything turned well: the sun is shining brighter than bright, there is more luck than ever and the boy is back – better than ever.
They once said: “When the Free Bird appears there will be the boy, that feels no luck, happiness or love, and are the dark clouds gathering. Only one thing could stop those three: The Songbird.
The roaring guitar starts to scream and there’s the solo you expected, the bird is flying his way underneath the dark clouds that are gathering. The sun fades away and can’t do his work, there was no joy and happiness anymore. The sun tries, tries and tries to do his work, but nothing worked.
You boy, yes you on your swing, you got your drug: music and a swing. There is only one thing you like more than those two: The Songbird, as you call her in your dreams. You talked with her yesterday, yes well it was in your mind.
Then the Guitar is screaming his last note, the string wants to break. The solo is over you know and the Free Bird did his thing; he has sung his song and played his solo. The dark clouds that were gathering are flying over. The sun breaks through and does his work; the joy and the happiness are back in the world.
Boy? Where have you gone? He’s gone to his world. His music and the Free Bird has taken him, together with the dark clouds. Than The Songbird appeared and everything turned well: the sun is shining brighter than bright, there is more luck than ever and the boy is back – better than ever.
They once said: “When the Free Bird appears there will be the boy, that feels no luck, happiness or love, and are the dark clouds gathering. Only one thing could stop those three: The Songbird.
The Green Fields of Love
The sun makes everyone happy, fills everyone with joy, everyone besides me. When the sun goes down in spring evening I get depressed, at the same time I can love the sun, but not at that moment. The rain makes everyone depressed, everyone besides me. When the rain falls down in the afternoon I’m feeling happy, at the same I can hate the rain, but not at that moment. And everything of that in the fields, in the green fields, in the green fields of love.
When the sun is up high in the sky I see the girl with the skyblue eyes, when the rain is falling down I think at the land full of flowers. And everything of that in the fields, in the green fields, in the green fields of love.
The lonely bird is looking for his meal when the sun is going down, the other birds are flying in groups towards the sun. The birds are flying and I’m just a lonely bird, a lonely bird with his meal. And all of that in the fields, in the green fields, in the green fields of love.
I’m, driving to the sun, just like the birds but I’m doing it all by myself. The same sun that is taking me away from home, the same sun that is taking me home. It's just a journey, a journey with a road, a journey with a road to home. And the road is in the middle of the fields, in the green fields, in the green fields of love.
The fields are greener than green, with the sun, the rain, the skyblue eyes, the birds, the meal, the happiness, the joy and the love. All of that you might find in the green fields of love, if you take the right road that begins a journey to a road to home.
When the sun is up high in the sky I see the girl with the skyblue eyes, when the rain is falling down I think at the land full of flowers. And everything of that in the fields, in the green fields, in the green fields of love.
The lonely bird is looking for his meal when the sun is going down, the other birds are flying in groups towards the sun. The birds are flying and I’m just a lonely bird, a lonely bird with his meal. And all of that in the fields, in the green fields, in the green fields of love.
I’m, driving to the sun, just like the birds but I’m doing it all by myself. The same sun that is taking me away from home, the same sun that is taking me home. It's just a journey, a journey with a road, a journey with a road to home. And the road is in the middle of the fields, in the green fields, in the green fields of love.
The fields are greener than green, with the sun, the rain, the skyblue eyes, the birds, the meal, the happiness, the joy and the love. All of that you might find in the green fields of love, if you take the right road that begins a journey to a road to home.
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