Somewhere around the valley of the rouge, pissing cheap words on handbills and riding with death. Where all the lucky ones get ruined. When you’d rather get ruined than half eaten ’cause we’re all beaten. Rather fluent in bruises, defeated and we’re all afraid but so brave. But from womb to grave and everything in between it gets real fucking mean, and you wondy why I drink? I wonder why we’re not all drunks sunk in our dumps where nothing changes. But at least we don’t have to play. Faces wax fact repossessed, collapsed jaws, blood-nosed faces, playing the lotto when they know they should be drinking 56, 12, 27 and 12. Even though I bet, I cheat myself.
Diğer Şarkılar
Mary Black – Cut By Wire
The letter stopped in a minor key A Christmas card that you drew for me Done by the hand that I knew so well Disguised the message that you could not tell I see you bent above your potter’s wheel The piece you’ve throwing is the piece you feel The softest colour and an eye…
Arcwelder – Truth
(w. graber) And everybody wants to know somehow (just don’t ask me for the truth) And change is change but that ain’t wisdom An endless track of endless tracks – pretend And never leave this track once it begins [Chorus] Explanations, expectations – I’ll find some other way No here’s how to help hallucinations –…
Kovenant, The – Star By Star
We were alone and on our own, in the dark between the stars From the shadows to the pyre, amidst the chaos, from the stars Love, life and liberty, Hate, death and captivity Like a stain of starless darkness, across the canvas of space Star by Star Corrupting all of humanity So much alike are…
Karacaoğlan – Ela Gözlerine Kurban Olduğum
Ela gözlerine kurban olduğum Şayedip aleme bildirme beni Açıp ak gerdanı durma karşımda Ecelimden evvel öldürme beni Dilber at kolların dola boynuma Ölüm endişesi gelmez aynıma Bir gece misafir eyle koynuna Sabah oldu deyi kaldırma beni Karac’oğlan tutma beni el gibi Akıttım gözümden yaşı sel gibi Bahçende açılan gonca gül gibi Dizip al yanağa soldurma…
Ram-zet – Born
And our father will try again to reach our bleeding hearts Whithin sub minds are fragments of a never ending war Despite the sorrow and the loss of reason His sickened soul will try to touch us one more time We are the messenders of disbelief and loss Don’t even try to hesitate I am…
Gülden Karaböcek – Özüne Özüm Kurban
Özüne özüm kurban Sözüne sözüm kurban Bu canim sana kurban Yar geldi yar geldi yar geldi Elinde ipek desmal De de kurbanin olam Çekmiiem hasretini Derdini möhnetini Bu mudur yoksa hayal Yar geldi yar geldi yar geldi Al mendilim allanip Yar elinde sallanip Yar özgeye aldanip Yar geldi yar geldi yar geldi