... I spread my golden wings
Set sail my weightless form
And soar into the cosmos
... Forevermore...
... I spread my golden wings
Set sail my weightless form
And soar into the cosmos
... Forevermore...
Meine Zeit ist jetzt,
mein Gold ist warm und glänzt,
und nichts kann mich halten,
nichts kann mich halten.
Vi famlar runt i grottor
utan lykta, utan ljus
här finns det bara mörker
kan någon visa vägen ut
I tider av förändring
och desperata försök
vi får aldrig veta innan
vad som finns vid nästa krök
Las tardecitas de buenos aires tienen ese que se yo, viste?
Salgo de casa por arenales, lo de siempre en la calle y en mi
Cuándo, de repente, detras de un árbol, se aparece el
Mezcla rara de penultimo linyera
Y de primer polizonte en el viaje a venus
Medio melón en la cabeza
Las rayas de la camisa pintadas en la piel
Dos medias suelas clavadas en los pies
Y una banderita de taxi libre levantada en cada mano
Parece que solo yo lo veo
Porque él pasa entre la gente y los maniquíes le guiñan
Los semáforos le dan tres luces celestes
Y las naranjas del frutero de la esquina
Le tiran azahares
Y así, medio bailando y medio volando
Se saca el melón, me saluda
Me regalo una banderita y me dice:
Ya sé que estoy piantao, piantao, piantao
No ves que va la luna rodando por callao
Que un corso de astronautas y niños, con un vals
Me baila alrededor, ¡bailá! ¡vení! ¡volá!
¡Loco! ¡loco! ¡loco!
Como un acróbata demente saltaré
Sobre el abismo de tu escote hasta sentir
Que enloquecí tu corazón de libertad
¡Ya vas a ver!
De vieytes nos aplauden: "¡viva! ¡viva!"
Los locos que inventaron el amor
This king of overstatement now
Would like to whisper
A sweet something in your ear all day
From now till then
The King is dead but the Queen is alive,
Off with his head I am done with his lies,
A fair win I have fought for my life,
A clean slate after all this time,
A revolution and now I am in charge
There's a party in your honour, but you won't be there whatever, so
Three cheers for the one that got away,
You were just blah blah blah,
I was oh my god,
And unlike your anatomy,
I'm glad I had it in me
Now The King,
The King,
The King,
The King is dead,
But The Queen is alive.
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Farewell to this land's cheerless marches
Hemmed in like a boar between arches
Her very Lowness with her head in a sling
I'm truly sorry but it sounds like a wonderful thing
I say Charles don't you ever crave
To appear on the front of the Daily Mail
Dressed in your Mother's bridal veil?
And so I checked all the registered historical facts
And I was shocked into shame to discover
How I'm the 18th pale descendent
Of some old queen or other
Oh has the world changed, or have I changed?
Oh has the world changed, or have I changed?
Some nine year old tough who peddles drugs
I swear to God, I swear I never even knew what drugs were
So I broke into the Palace
With a sponge and a rusty spanner
She said: "Eh, I know you, and you cannot sing"
I said: "that's nothing - you should hear me play piano"
We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry
And talk about precious things
But when you are tied to your mother's apron
No-one talks about castration
We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry
And talk about precious things
Like love and law and poverty
These are the things that kill me
We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry
And talk about precious things
But the rain that flattens my hair
These are the things that kill me
Passed the pub that saps your body
And the church who'll snatch your money
The Queen is dead, boys
And it's so lonely on a limb
Pass the pub that wrecks your body
And the church, all they want is your money
The Queen is dead, boys
And it's so lonely on a limb
Life is very long, when you're lonely
Improving your happiness and changing your personality for the better
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If I gave a thought to fascination
I would know it wasn't right to care
Logic doesn't seem to mind that
I am fascinated by your love affair
Still my heart would benefit from
A little tenderness from time to time but never mind
'Cause, baby, I'm a fool
Who thinks it's cool to fall in love
Baby, I should hold on just a moment
And be sure it's not for vanity
Look me in the eye and tell me
Love is never based upon insanity
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
Wish I mayWish I mightHave this I wish tonightAre you satisfied?
Dig for goldDig for fameYou dig to make your nameAre you pacified?
All the wants you wasteAll the things you've chased
And it all crashes down
And you point your finger, but there's no one aroundJust want one thing, just to play the KingBut the castle crumbled
Hard and coldBought and soldAre you satisfied?
Wish I might, Wish I mayYou wish your life awayAre you pacified?
All the wants you wasteAll the things you've chased
Wish I may, wish I mightHave this wish, I wish tonightI want that star, I want it nowI want it all and I don't care how
Oh, You're just nothingWhere's your crown, King Nothing?
Oh, you're just nothingAbsolutely nothing
Off to never never land
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Reborn and shivering
Spat out on new terrain
Day one day one start o-over again
Step one step one
With not much making sense just yet
I'm faking it til I'm pseudo making it
From scratch begin again but this time I as I
And not as we
Eyes wet toward
Wide open frayed
If God's taking bets
I pray He wants to lose
I'm the anger yeah that you got in your bone
I'm the feeling boy you got when you're stoned
I'm the danger love that you love so well
I'm the monster boy you would like to be
Yes I'm riding now yes I'm riding now
We don't need them gods
We can become them
We don't need them gods
We can become them
Fire and the tower came down
Babylon, Babylon
I'm the TV yeah you got in your brain
I'm the back door boy you left open now
Leave your house leave your house
Won't you come and see
I'm a steel train yeah with no time to waste
I am the art piece boy you would like to make
We don't need them gods
We can become them
We don't need them gods
We can become them
Fire
(Fire, frie)
And the tower came down
Babylon, Babylon
Fire, fire
(Steel train, a road)
Fire
Fire
(Steel train, I'm a steel train)
Fire
(The road you see)
Babylon
(Hohohoho)
Babylon
Oh oh oh oh oh
And the tower came down
the images crawl up my spine
you left them there, tattooed in time
wrinkled up, thrown out for good
another note, I wish you would
tear apart like my skin
we were as free as we could be
nothing can take that from me
Icon of symmetry, swallowing sides
Fall down in front of me, follow my eyes
But I've got to see you moving, waste no time
Teach me, make me holy
How did we get here?
Back to the body
Words jump like salmon
One step takes me home
Two steps back on my own
Three skips to each stone
Four steps back and I’m gone
In that backwater
Running through the woods
In that red water
In the mirror
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An optimist - does not get discouraged under any circumstances. Life upheavals and stressful events only toughen him and make more confident. He likes to laugh and entertain people. Enters contact with someone by involving him with a humorous remark. His humor is often sly and contain hints and double meanings. Easily enters into arguments and bets, especially if he is challenged. When arguing his points is often ironic, ridicules the views of his opponent. His irritability and hot temper may be unpleasant to others. However, he himself is not perceptive of this and believes that he is simply exchanging opinions.
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We slip through the streets while everyone sleeps
Getting bigger and brighter and wider and lighter
Bigger and brighter
Wider and lighter
Into the sea, you and me
All these years and no one heard
I'll show you in spring, it's a treacherous thing
We missed you hissed the love cats
We're so wonderfully wonderfully
Wonderfully wonderfully pretty
You know that I'd do anything for you
We should have each other for tea, huh?
We should have each other with cream
Then curl up by the fire and sleep for a while
It's the grooviest thing, it's the perfect dream
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
I cannot turn my life unto you.
A storm of ebony hair.
A hail of wickedness.
Wild and shameless.
Given the price of beauty.
Divine like no other.
Words soft as snow.
Beds of shapeless dust.
Dreams of my filthy lust.
Our lives are borrowed.
Hold fast my soul.
Can't know what's high
Til you been down so low
The future's bright
Lit up with no where to go
To and fro the pendulum throws
We are here and then we go
My shadow left me long ago
Understand what we don't know
This might pass, this might last, this may grow
Easy come easy go
Easy left me a long time ago
I'm in the fire, but I'm still cold
Nothing works, works for me anymore
To and fro the pendulum throws
To and fro the pendulum throws
To and fro
To and fro
Last night I had a bad dream
That I was trapped in this city
Then I asked is that really such a bad thing?
I look around like do you wanna be another nigga, that ain't never had things?
Guess not, last night we pulled up on a nigga at the light like
Uh, nice watch, run it
Hands in the air now, hands in the air, run it
Hands in the air now, hands in the air, run it
Hands in the air now, hands in the air
Hands in the air now, hands in the air
Come from where you hide.
(So I may) unchain my tempest.
None will stop my tide.
(And you will) tremble at my unrest.
Find you I will
(And take you) up into your Heaven.
Cometh soon the kill.
(For I have taken) kings and feeble men.
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
I'll wait here,
You're crazy,
Those vicious streets are filled with strays,
You should have never gone to Hollywood.
They find you,
Two-time you,
Say you're the best they've ever seen,
You should have never trusted Hollywood.
I wrote you,
And told you,
You were the biggest fish out here,
You should have never gone to Hollywood.
I'm gonna beat the sweetness in you
i'm gonna wipe you brown
I'm gonna find you
What's the clue, babe?
Who makes a fluttering sound?
Can you imagine all the fruitcakes you were afraid to steal?
Can you imagine spies and angels, ready for signing a deal?
Life is an ashtray
Love is a drag
There's an enormous field
Upon the hill where we were born
Big men are driving big machines there
Ready to collect the corn
We'll be the spread upon their sandwich
We're gonna tape the porn
Und if wir gehen ins kino, Mädchen ...
Life is an ashtray
Love is a drag
You're never alone, girl
These excuses, how they served me so well
They've kept me safe
They've kept me stoic
They've kept me locked in my own cell
These excuses, how they're so familiar
They've kept me blocked
They've kept me small
They've kept me safe inside my shell
Bringing this into the light shakes their foundation
And it clears my side
Now my imagination is the only thing that limits
The bar that is raised to the heights
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
You're sailing softly through the sun
in a broken stone age dawn.
You fly so high.
I get a strange magic,
oh, what a strange magic,
oh, it's a strange magic.
Got a strange magic,
got a strange magic.
You're walking meadows in my mind,
making waves across my time,
oh no, oh no.
I get a strange magic,
oh, what a strange magic,
oh, it's a strange magic.
Got a strange magic,
got a strange magic.
Oh, I'm never gonna be the same again,
now I've seen the way it's got to end,
sweet dream, sweet dream.
Strange magic,
oh, what a strange magic,
oh, it's a strange magic.
Got a strange magic,
got a strange magic.
It's magic, it's magic, it's magic.
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
A man and a train, a train and a man
They both tried to run as far
And as fast as they can
But a man's not a train and a train's not a man
A man can do things that a train never can
Goin' up a mountain even half way to the top
The minute that a train runs out of steam it's gotta stop
But it's a different story when a man runs out of steam
He still can go a long, long way
On nothin' but a dream
Goin' cross the country when a train runs out of track
It has to stop and turn around and then start headin' back
But many miles from nowhere out where all the tracks are gone
A man who's got himself a dream
Can still keep goin' on
I don't deserve you unless it's some kind of hidden message
to show me life is precious
Then I guess it's true
But to tell truth, I really never knew
T'll I met you... See I was lost and confused
Twisted and used up
Knew a better life existed but thought that I missed it
I kinda like the way you move me
sleek and slick and upside down
this blur of colors rushing through me
but you can’t utter a sound
I kinda like the way you push me
into a state of disarray
let’s conjure up a castle
and we’ll toss the key away
quintessentially unreal
I kinda like the way you shiver
and shake and quake and go away
spin me a million miles an hour
let’s make some plans for yesterday
I kinda like the way you pull me
farther and farther away
in the kingdom of the mind’s eye
I think we’ll always stay this way
quintessentially unreal
I'm the kinda man likes to get away
Like to start dreaming about
Tomorrow, today
Never said that I love you
even though it's so
Where's that duffle bag of mine?
It's time to go /
I'm gonna be leaving
At the break of dawn
Wish you could come
But I don't need no woman tagging along
I'll sneak out that door
Couldn't stand to see you cry
I'd stay another year if I saw teardrops in your eyes /
I never had a damn thing, but what I had
I had to leave it behind
You're the hardest thing
I ever tried to get off my mind
Always something greener on the other side of that hill
I was born a wrangler and a rounder
And I guess I always will
Heard it in a love song
Can't be wrong
If you’re gone be gone for good
don't make the mistakes i would
you can’t pin your dreams on guys like me
so if you’re gone be gone for good
And if you hurt, then hurt me too
for all the shit that you been through
it’s an eye for an eye and my black for your blues
so if you hurt then hurt me too
Underneath and In-between
All the armor and and fallen leaves
There is a life, for a price, a relief
Paper planes and wooden boats
All anchored still
i wish you will, from your windowsill
But if you love, just love yourself
Don't buy those lies they sell
Theres no greater myth than happiness
so if you love, just love yourself
Don't hang your dreams from broken beams
and if you’re gone be gone for good
now that we got gone for good
writhing under your riding hood
tell your gra'ma and your mama too
it's true
we're howling forever
We built a tall, tall tower
Towards the sun, towards the sun
Took some words and built a wall
And called it love, called it love
And somewhere in all the talking
The meaning faded out
Oh, I wonder
When did it all stop making sense?
I don't understand
I remember we were so sure, so innocent
Oh, but that was then
You're speaking a dead, dead language
You don't sound like yourself
I hope its just lost in translation
So why don't you show? Don't try to tell
And brick by brick we started crumbling
Will I find you when it falls?
Oh, I wonder
When did it all stop making sense?
I don't understand
I remember we were so sure, so innocent
Oh, but that was then
Can we ever go back?
Don't hold your breath
Look around
Try to add it up
Pin it down
But you can't
Oh, I wonder
When did it all stop making sense?
I don't understand
I remember we were so sure, so innocent
Oh, but that was then
Can we ever go back again?
Can we ever go back?
In terrible silence you stood at the world's end
And crawled into the sun
Blinded by the signal fires
That seared your heart
And the seething tongues of the lies we became
I sat in Babel's tower
And judged the world
Said I spoke the language
Of saints and sinners
But preached the world was flat
And slipped between the cracks
In horror I strode to the world's end
Saw some torn by hunger
Others broken by steel
But by the bitterest fortune
Cursed the heathen and holy
But found no relief
We sat in Babel's tower
And fought over the world
I never spoke the language
Of your saints and sinners
Of men nor beast
Who roamed this flat earth
Liars tongues seethe in fire
At the end of harsh white lines
We set the world to rights
Yet I awoke in the same black spirit
State once again
And we sat in judgement in Babel's tower
How come every time you come around
My London London Bridge want to go down
Like London London London wanna go down
Like London London London be going down like
London Bridge is falling down
Falling down, falling down
London Bridge is falling down
Build it up with iron bars
Iron bars, iron bars
Build it up with iron bars
Iron bars will bend and break
Bend and break, bend and break
Iron bars will bend and break
Build it up with god and silver
Gold and silver, gold and silver
Build it up with gold and silver
London Bridge is falling down
Falling down, falling down
London Bridge is falling down
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It's caving in around me
What I thought was solid ground
I tried to look the other way
But I couldn't turn around
It's OK for you to hate me
For all the things I've done
I've made a few mistakes
But I'm not the only one
You're not the only oyster in the stew,
Not the only tea leaf in the tea;
I'm convinced,
Completely, fully, firmly convinced,
You're not the only wrinkle in the prune,
You're not the only apple on the tree;
Judging all the facts,
Perfectly logical positive facts
There's seven million people in New York,
Fifty million Frenchmen in Paree,
Not to mention serfs,
And English, Irish, Italians and Turks
Oh,
You're not the only oyster in the stew!
There are nine million bicycles in Beijing
That's a fact,
It's a thing we can't deny
Like the fact that I will love you till I die.
We are twelve billion light years from the edge,
That's a guess,
No-one can ever say it's true
But I know that I will always be with you.
I'm warmed by the fire of your love everyday
So don't call me a liar,
Just believe everything that I say
There are six BILLION people in the world
More or less
and it makes me feel quite small
But you're the one I love the most of all
We're high on the wire
With the world in our sight
And I'll never tire,
Of the love that you give me every night
There are nine million bicycles in Beijing
That's a Fact,
it's a thing we can't deny
Like the fact that I will love you till I die
And there are nine million bicycles in Beijing
And you know that I will love you till I die!
Summer salted all our winter wounds
And pressed them cool against the tiles,
Keep your heat when seasons die,
And darken like the night
Unfold this day into a paper crane
And fold the wings from my desires,
Courage can be written down,
And practiced like a lie
I followed my longing to feel something new,
My love, it followed me
right back to you
Well I trace the map in the curve of your spine,
I get lost by the hour in the blink of your eye,
In the shadowed valleys of your backbone I find
Love lies
Summer tried to drown my shadow in the sea,
But my shadow swims along beneath,
And mirrors me on blackened shores,
Our darkness never leaves
Well I trace the map in the curve of your spine,
I get lost by the hour in the blink of your eye,
In the shadowed valleys of your backbone I find
Love lies
High dive into frozen waves where the past comes back to life
Fight fear for the selfish pain, it was worth it every time
Hold still right before we crash 'cause we both know how this ends
A clock ticks 'til it breaks your glass and I drown in you again
'Cause you are the piece of me I wish I didn't need
Chasing relentlessly, still fight and I don't know why
If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy?
If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?
Walk on through a red parade and refuse to make amends
It cuts deep through our ground and makes us forget all common sense
Don't speak as I try to leave 'cause we both know what we'll choose
If you pull then I'll push too deep and I'll fall right back to you
Why are you my clarity?
Why are you my remedy?
If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy?
If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?
Something
Is about to give
I can feel it coming
I think I know what it is
I'm not afraid to die
I'm not afraid to live
And when I'm flat on my back
I hope to feel like I did
And hardness
It sets in
You need some protection
The thinner the skin
I want you to know
That you don't need me anymore
I want you to know
You don't need anyone
Or anything at all
Who's to say where the wind will take you
Who's to say what it is will break you
I don't know
Which way the wind will blow
Who's to know when the time has come around
Don't want to see you cry
I know that this is not goodbye
It's somewhere I can taste the salty sea
There's a kite blowing out of control on the breeze
I wonder what's gonna happen to you
You wonder what has happened to me
I'm a man
I'm not a child
A man who sees
The shadow behind your eyes
Who's to say where the wind will take you
Who's to say what it is will break you
I don't know
Where the wind will blow
Who's to know when the time has come around
I don't want to see you cry
I know that this is not goodbye
Did I waste it
Not so much I couldn't taste it
Life should be fragrant
Rooftop to the basement
The last of the rocks stars
When hip-hop drove the big cars
In the time when new media
Was the big idea
What was the big idea