You got those feelings that you never show,
But
be sure, honey, that I know
I’ve
been blind, I’ve been underground,
But
I’m sure that I’ve seen you around.
So,
I beg you to help me dear,
Because
I can’t help it. I’ve felt the death so near
And
no-one is blinder than he who will not see,
So,
I show you dear, that no-one is blinder than me.
I’ve
been bleeding in this stone,
I’ve
been becoming a bone;
I
am so dry, so don’t tell me no lie,
Because
I feel that soon I’ll die.
Come
on! Take me home,
I’m
sick of beeing a stone,
And
I’ve been dying all alone,
And
still you’ve got those feelings that you never show.
Goodbye,
Tripman.
I
wish you had never been so far.
I
don’t want you to become what I am,
And
you shouldn’t never have been as you are.
Goodbye,
Ruby Tuesday,
I
don’t want you to rip a joint, I don’t want to borrow
My
life. You shouldn’t ever made that trip, not before, not today,
And
if you were smart, you’d never make that trip tomorrow.
Goodbye,
man of the Stone Age
Pray
to God so that He cures your stupid blindness.
You
shouldn’t have become a bone, but you were wishing to be a sage.
So,
take away that empty haze, and never live again so full of lifeless.
Lusitania
Alone
You
left me all alone
Without
any hope
Turn
into stone
With
a broken rope.
I’ve
felt the wind
Wondering
in the rain.
You’ve
left me blind,
One
of a kind,
Lost
at last, lost again.
18.08.2004
