Sunglass a string'd white cotton shirt
His long straight black hair caught
Her attention. She marveled at his
brown tan leather pants that were
perfectly matched with his white
Leather boots. It all changed when
he turned and she noticed
"Load from the rear" on the back of
his pants."What a waste" she said
may have been heard as he smiled
pulling up his shirt rubbing his hairy
stomach. "Who is this" asked woman
; he's with the band, spoke another
gentlemen. Keep all that Celeb-Air for
the show, we don't need to be breathing
that much starphume all at once!
If he is married to his job, he's cheating
cause I'm a lotta work said the other
gentlemen. The oboists baby, the starphume
smells good on me! The woman remarked
"Guess I will take my place in the audeince
since I am the only earthling here!
Schtim vun di erd,
schpigl vun di welt,
glajch klang vun der wint,
a tanzn.
D'erew a fargliwerte asch
ligt in majne machschowes,
un muzik.
De grine welt hot a frajndlich gezang.
De zun,
de zilbernen schtern.
Lidlech vun fejgl,
schpil vun de wintn,
der zirkon a schejner zumertog,
wi monblumen,
penermer wi a nepl,
de zunfargang.
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Stimmen der Erde
Stimmen der Erde,
Spiegel der Welt,
wie Windgesang,
ein Tanzen.
Der Abend, eine verglühende Asche,
eingebettet in meinen Gedanken,
eine Musik.
Die grüne Welt hat einen fröhlichen Klang.
Die Sonne,
die silbernen Sterne.
Lieder von Vögeln,
Spiel des Windes.
Die Erinnerung, ein schöner Sommertag,
wie Mohnblumen,
Gesichter im Nebel,
der Sonnenuntergang.
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Voices of the earth,
mirror of the world,
like songs in the wind,
a dance.
Evening, glowing ashes,
embedded in my thoughts,
a music.
A green world has a joyful sound.
The sun,
the silver stars.
Songs of the birds,
game of the wind,
Remembrance, a beautiful summer day,
like poppies,
faces in the fog,
the sunset.
Eyes Staring, Bleeding Through I cannot see
Coughing up Blood I cannot Breath
It's all around
I begin to drown
It's my blood
I cry and squirm for air
Grabbing for things that are not really there
The muzik blares
My ears are bleeding I cannot hear
Only Feel
Feel the Fear
Creeping down your spine
Collapsing like a fallen vine
Climbing up searching for hope
Only to guess there's no way to cope
In my eyes your slowly dieing
Squinting my eyes
Slowly crying
Looking for a world that isn't there
In my world no one cares
Razors and Needles is what I walk on
Screwed up Thoughts and pissed on lawns
House's abstract
Every one lives there
Closing my eyes
Hiding from the Light
Only to see you holding me warmly in the dark
Don't worry I'll be just fine
Don't question I'll draw a thin line
Don't ask what to say, just do
Don't want it, well to bad, screw you
Rhythm and Blues
Makes you want to move
to the beat, BEAT
Tap your FEET
Move your hips
Gyrate
Vibrate
Dip
Twirl
You're on top of the world (with muzik)
Rhythm and Blues
You're a muse
Making things happen
Just by tappin
Your FEET
to the BEAT
Of the Rhythm and Blues
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