She is death,
All of the time.
She is death,
All of the days.
She is death,
And I can’t leave
From her trap.
She is death,
All of the time.
She is death,
All of the days.
She is death.
And I can’t leave
From her trap.
She is death,
All of the time.
She is death,
All of the days.
She is death,
And I can’t leave
From her trap.
She is death,
All of the time.
She is death,
All of the days.
She is death.
And I can’t leave
From her trap.
You’ll see my name on a street of stars. But I can’t cope now, with all the empty bars. Well it’s one step forward, three steps back, your pockets empty, knife in your back. I said you’re just a bad loser. You’ve been running around telling everybody we’re shit. Well you can sling your mud…
Gittigin gün sustu kelimelerim Gözyaslarimdir delillerim Tamam olan ne varsa senle Yarim simdi herseyim Ucu pasli bir makas, kesti senle günlerimi Ask sandigim tutundugum buzdan soguk ellerin Alismaya calistikca karanlik yokluguna Gördüm nihayet gün gibi gercegi Askta kazanmak da var kaybetmek de Kalmak da var gitmek de Yalniz degilsin kalbin Sen gibi yarali cok alemde
İkindi vakitlerinde akşam safaları Kapı muhabbetlerinde komşu cefaları Yan gelip de yattığım taşlar Sabaha karşı camlarda sarhoş nidaları Etine dolgun dulların genç kız edaları Yem verip sevaplandığım kuşlar. Ağlıyor İstanbul ağlıyor kalbim Ağlıyoruz ben sessiz İstanbul sessiz Ağlıyor İstanbul ağlıyor kalbim Ağlıyoruz ben sensiz İstanbul sensiz Duvarlardan silinmiş elin tenin kokun Besbelli unutulmuş yolu İstanbul’un…
My love is gone across the ocean Sailed away across the sea We made a vow said we’ll make it somehow I guess it wasn’t meant to be The northwinds blow time passes by so slow And in my weary heart it’s autumn forever more My love is gone beyond the mountains She’s locked the…
Listen Lady, let me lie low, lie low with you To be lie-high-high-high-high-high, my! Oh my! Slowly, we get too good and too holy Helping one another, just a righteous brother Night time, get me back in the night time I don’t want to be angel, just a little bit evil I feel the devil…
look. whose guitars are these? move them around. i have to be honost with you stephen…lynch…if that is your real name. i heard the whole album. look ur doughter lullaby it started sweet u had me you had me at the low. but daddy likes hokers beers all that. what kind of man are you….