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Wenn die Vögel gen Süden ziehen
bin ich froh das ich hier unten bin
Meinen Zeh mit Sand vergrabe
und wartet, dass ich wurzeln Schlage
Das ich mir ein Nest gebaut hab
in dem ich jetzt hock und Niste
und nicht das wirren1Schattendasein
eines schrägen Vogels friste
 
Über den Wolken wird die Luft nur immer dünner
Scheint die Sonne auch nicht wärmer
Ich bin dir nur ein wenig näher
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Wenn die Vögel gen Süden ziehen
und meine Zehen im Sand verschwunden sind
Dann steck ich fest und will so sehr
Raus aus dem Nest und hinterher
Will alles was mich festhält kappen
Will in den Süden will nicht frieren
Nicht wie angewurzelt da stehen
Und meine Blätter verlieren
 
Doch über den Wolken wird die Luft nur immer dünner
Scheint die Sonne auch nicht wärmer
Ich bin dir nur ein wenig näher
 
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Nur die Sonne wahrt den Schein
von Liebe und vom Glücklichsein
dabei geht es ihr so wie mir
bezüglich innerlich explodieren
 
Ich bin hin und her gerissen
Will ich hier sein will ich weg
Würde ich das hier vermissen
Oder reichte mir der Dreck
Unter meinen Zehennägeln
um nicht alles zu verklären
Um selbst bei größtem Regen
ja die Fremde zu durchqueren
Überall gibt es nette Menschen
Überall gibt es blöde Stresser2
Und das Gras3auf der anderen Seite
knallt4einfach besser
 
Hehehe
 
  • 1. 'wirren' not 100% sure
  • 2. troubelmaker
  • 3. ganja
  • 4. turned

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The Valentine's Day Song

If you find yourself alone on Valentine's day.
No box of chocolates to open, no roses in your Vaz or Vase.
If you find yourself alone, on Valentine's Dayyyyyy
Just remember, Cupid's arrow, is on its way.

What's a pretty girl like you (you), doing alone on V-Day?
We can get down if you want us to.

I know a little place by the beach (beach).
I'm telling you, it's way off the grid, and it's out of the law's reach.

It would be so romantic, when you wake up in a cold sweat. Trying not to panic.

And I know you don't know me well...
But that's what first dates are for.

If you find yourself alone, on Valentine's Day (on Valentine's Day)
No box of chocolates to open, no roses (no roses) in your Vaz or vase.
If you find yourself alone, on Valentine's Dayyyyy
Just remember, Cupid's arrow, is on its way.

I could be your fantasy, your Romeo.
We could do it real fast, or we could take it real slow.

We can go to the movies, and hold each other's hands, or more............

You say I make you feel uncomfortable, why you telling me all these lies??

I just wanna get to know you better baby, by the way, Nice Eyes!

If you find yourself alone, on Valentine's Day. (On Valentine's Day!)
No box of chocolates to open, No roses (Noooo) in your Chaz or vase.
If you find yourself alone, on Valentine's Dayyyyy
Just remember, Cupid's arrow, is on its way.

Mmmmmmm
(x4)

If you find yourself alone on Valentine's

Dayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
..ahem..

Just remember, Cupid's arrow, is on its way.

6 days

At the starting of the week
At summit talks, you’ll hear them speak
It’s only Monday.
 
Negotiations breaking down
See those leaders start to frown
It’s sword and gun day.
Tomorrow never comes until it’s too late
 
You could be sitting taking lunch
The news will hit you like a punch
It’s only Tuesday.
 
You never thought we’d go to war
After all the things we saw
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It’s April Fools day.
Tomorrow never comes until it’s too late.
 
We’ll all go running underground
And we’ll be listening for the sound
It’s only Wednesday.
 
In your shelter, dimly lit,
Take some wool and learn to knit
‘Cause it’s a long day.
Tomorrow never comes until it’s too late.
 
You’ll hear a whistling overhead
Are you alive or are you dead?
It’s only Thursday.
 
You feel the shaking of the ground
A million candles burn around
Is it your birthday?
Tomorrow never comes until it’s too late.
 
Although that shelter is your home
Correction: A living space you have outgrown
It’s only Friday.
 
As you come out to the light,
Can your eyes behold the sight?
It must be Doomsday!
Tomorrow never comes until it’s too late.
 
Ain’t it funny how men think
They made the bomb, they are extinct
It’s only Saturday.
 
I think tomorrow’s come, I think it’s too late
I think tomorrow’s come, I think it’s too late
Think tomorrow’s come, I think it’s too lateee.
 

La Belle Dame Sans Merci

O what can ail thee, knight at arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge is wither'd from the lake,
And no birds sing.

O what can ail thee, knight at arms,
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel's granary is full,
And the harvest's done.

I see a lily on thy brow
With anguish moist and fever dew,
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
Fast withereth too.

I met a lady in the meads
Full beautiful, a faery's child;
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.

I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She look'd at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan.

I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long,
For sidelong would she bend, and sing
A faery's song.

She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild, and manna dew,
And sure in language strange she said-
“I love thee true.”

She took me to her elfin grot,
And there she wept, and sigh'd full sore,
And there I shut her wild wild eyes
With kisses four.

And there she lulled me asleep,
And there I dream'd-Ah! woe betide!
The latest dream I ever dream'd
On the cold hill's side.

I saw pale kings, and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried-'La belle dame sans merci
Hath thee in thrall!'

I saw their starv'd lips in the gloam
With horrid warning gaped wide,
And I awoke, and found me here
On the cold hill's side.

And this is why I sojourn here,
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is wither'd from the lake,
And no birds sing.

Hecatomb

Gloomy sun
Ashes are falling from heaven
Burning one
Hecatomb
Abaddon
 
Looming eyes
Black mass gathering
In the night
Heresy
Heresy
 
Their bodies doused in oil and treachery
At the stake they'll burn and suffer
Such acts of sin and infidelity
In flames they'll meet their maker
 
Dragged through the dust
In condemnation
For they are born from filth and vermin
 
Burning morbid rites
Moral servants
Vermin sacrifice
Bearing the crown of scorn
 
Wretched and cursed
Baptized in fire
Scorched human race
Burning alive
 
Sun of extinction
Purge out their sins
Flaming perdition
Dance of the dead
 
Infernal inquisition (their shrieks resonate)
The scent of burning flesh (filling the air)
Rivers of fire shall consume (hecatomb)
The painful screams are dying out (fading)
From embers into ashes (blowing away)
 
Culling the weak
The hecatomb is finally complete
Culling the weak
The immolation of a worthless breed
Culling the weak
Your destiny you finally have met
Culling the weak
Only the ashes remain