Deleted member 10878
Bluelighter
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Melodic stanzas
are symphonizing their way
through your weary head
To feed your distrust
And fill its mouth with the desire
to soulfully be one with your creation
Not a subject to control
you call upon a higer power
for help and inspiration
The crowd waits
and turns their faces
towards you expectantly
you give them what they need
But their useless criticism
makes you die
a bit more inside
Not a subject to control
you call upon a higer power
for help and inspiration
Oh, I swoon
while loudspeakers play soft music
Leaning
over your fourtieth masterpiece
You must have loved
the colour of these violins
I wish I knew you
Your fit of insanity makes me sad
I wish you knew
your music was to stay forever
And I hope....
I have no clue
if you know how much it matters
And i hope....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Probably Built in the Fifties
I might be moving to the east
to part my ways
And I will try to get something
I don't have yet
If I do, I will look at it
for days and days
Untill I will never forget
I have heard this mental search
has made them all
take a look along the border
Having the urge
For their minds
to be lifted
to something new
I'm running to meet
my higher self
I trust the speed
Untill I have no need
to run anymore
Miles and miles I run
I hear my feet
And I hear myself breathe
heavily
I trust the speed
Untill I have no need
To run anymore
Miles and miles I run
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Shot to pieces
What fine judgement I see
in the eyes of our world leaders
Oh how beautiful life could be
if it hadn't been shot to pieces
Shot to pieces
What secret music do I hear
upon the drums of my ear
What great pleasure I feel
I come from nowhere and I shall return
Because of you people I will flee
I see my late identity burn
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AIM: MoondancerKat
Ever look for tomorrow?
Why not look for Today?
~me
Melodic stanzas
are symphonizing their way
through your weary head
To feed your distrust
And fill its mouth with the desire
to soulfully be one with your creation
Not a subject to control
you call upon a higer power
for help and inspiration
The crowd waits
and turns their faces
towards you expectantly
you give them what they need
But their useless criticism
makes you die
a bit more inside
Not a subject to control
you call upon a higer power
for help and inspiration
Oh, I swoon
while loudspeakers play soft music
Leaning
over your fourtieth masterpiece
You must have loved
the colour of these violins
I wish I knew you
Your fit of insanity makes me sad
I wish you knew
your music was to stay forever
And I hope....
I have no clue
if you know how much it matters
And i hope....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Probably Built in the Fifties
I might be moving to the east
to part my ways
And I will try to get something
I don't have yet
If I do, I will look at it
for days and days
Untill I will never forget
I have heard this mental search
has made them all
take a look along the border
Having the urge
For their minds
to be lifted
to something new
I'm running to meet
my higher self
I trust the speed
Untill I have no need
to run anymore
Miles and miles I run
I hear my feet
And I hear myself breathe
heavily
I trust the speed
Untill I have no need
To run anymore
Miles and miles I run
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Shot to pieces
What fine judgement I see
in the eyes of our world leaders
Oh how beautiful life could be
if it hadn't been shot to pieces
Shot to pieces
What secret music do I hear
upon the drums of my ear
What great pleasure I feel
I come from nowhere and I shall return
Because of you people I will flee
I see my late identity burn
------------------
AIM: MoondancerKat
Ever look for tomorrow?
Why not look for Today?
~me
