end of days
Posted by huwba | Filed under Uncategorized
you have to do these things for yourself
i’m bound by stranger feelings
if voices tell me to act it out
i just won’t bother listening
you have to do these things for yourself
i can’t help much past raising
your booster seat on the pyre while you heave through your flute for me
you have to do these things for yourself
my mind is odd and fevered
if voices tell me to act it out
the question’s “how or never?”
you have to do these things for yourself
the animals are watching
i feel the wind that comes when you say it’s the end of days
Tags: yal
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Posted by huwba | Filed under Uncategorized
people were created to be loved
things were created to be used.
the reason why the world is in chaos
is because things are being loved,
and people are being used
Tags: yep
the children
Posted by huwba | Filed under yal
We are children and we’ll give you trouble
If we don’t like what you’re doing and we think that it is wrong
Now we’re satisfied but when we’re not
We are taking lives and making drones
The world that came from us it makes the child
Da, da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da, da
We are children, not the youth, not kids
It’s not sound to pretend, my friend, this might just be the end
Shadow life that sits outside your door
We live inside your walls and leak through floors
The world that came from us it makes the child
Da, da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da, da
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Posted by huwba | Filed under yep
Leben heißt – dunkler Gewalten
Spuk bekämpfen in sich.
Dichten – Gerichtstag halten
über sein eigenes Ich.
Tags: yep
für keine…
Posted by huwba | Filed under yal
Vielleicht fragst du dich,
manchmal weswegen ich,
so oft allein am Fenster steh,
ich dir so oft nicht zuhör,
blind für dich und jeden,
mit offnen Augen schlafend,
durch die Straßen geh,
in meinen Gedanken bin ich,
dann kilometerweit,
von hier und mir entfernt,
in einer andren Zeit,
ich öffne meine Arme,
damit der Wind mich trägt,
bis die Meeresflut mich,
zurück ans Ufer legt,
egal wie schön ein Ort ist,
wie schön ein Haus gebaut,
es hat nichts mit dir zu tun,
Für keine Liebe, keinen Reichtum,
für keine Kohle dieser Welt,
für keinen Schatz gäb ich die Freiheit,
gäb ich meinen Platz vorm Himmelszelt.
Und noch in keinem Hafen,
das wird mir langsam klar,
bin ich je eingeschlafen,
in dem ich wach geworden war,
wie oft hab ichs versucht,
wie oft hab ichs verflucht,
und es hat nichts mit dir zu tun
Für keine Liebe, keinen Reichtum,
für keine Kohle dieser Welt,
für keinen Schatz gäb ich die Freiheit,
gäb ich meinen Platz vorm Himmelszelt.
Für keine Liebe, keinen Reichtum,
für kein Wissen, für kein Geld,
für keinen Schatz gäb ich die Freiheit,
auf meinen Straßen dieser Welt.
hanging on a string
Posted by huwba | Filed under Uncategorized
riding on an endless carousel of wishes, hopes and dreams
and it seems that i loose more than i gain
all the same i remain hanging on a string
is it wrong
will it save me from the fall
or will it just be broken by the wind
as it spins
all i save seems to just get taken all away
well it seems like life is just a game of faith
no mistake
always try to give more than you take
always try to make a little more
out of nothing, if not less
always better than your best
as you try
will you fly
will you sail through the sky
and leave it all behind with yesterday
will you say i have faith
and that’s one thing they’ll never take away
if i had a chance, lord one more chance to try
i would start again, nothing to pretend
without a lie
i would try
i would fly
i would sail through the sky
and leave the misery with yesterday
and i’ll say i have faith
and that’s one thing they’ll never take away
Tags: yal
was es war
Posted by huwba | Filed under yal
…ich weiß garnicht mehr was es war
ich weiß nur noch, es war da.
bei ihr, bei mir – es war so schön
irgendwo am weg hab ichs verlorn
vielleicht hab ich einfach
übersehn das um mich herrum die zeit vergeht.
und das was einmal war nicht wieder kommt
jetzt steh ich da und hab nichts in der hand
ich schau mich um…ich bin allein.
und dann wach ich auf aus einem traum
wo bin ich hier?
alles was war ganz einfach und so leicht
was ist passiert?
ich schau mich um…hab nichts in der hand.
ich weiß gar nicht mehr was es war – ich weiß nur noch es war da
bei ihr, bei mir – es war so schön
irgendwann am weg hab ichs verlohrn, jetzt steh ich hier…ich bin allein.
und dann wach ich auf aus einen traum. wo bin ich hier?
alles was war so einfach und so leicht
was ist passiert?
und ich bin…
Tags: yep
2080
Posted by huwba | Filed under yal
I can’t sleep when I think about the times we’re living in
I can’t sleep when I think about the future I was born into
Outsiders dressed up like Sunday morning
With no Berlin wall what the hell you gonna do
If you find me I’ll be sitting by the water fountain
Picket signs, letdowns, meltdown on Monday morning
But it’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright
Cause in no time, they’ll be gone, I guess I’ll still be standing here
Yeah, yeah, we can all grab at the chance to be handsome farmers
Yeah you can have twenty-one sons and be blood when they marry my daughters
And the pain that we left at the station will stay in a jar behind us
We can pickle the pain into blue ribbon winners at county contests
It’s a new year, I’m glad to be here
It’s a fresh spring, so let’s sing
In 2080 I’ll surely be dead
So don’t look ahead, ever look ahead
It’s a new year, I’m glad to be here
It’s a fresh spring, so let’s sing
And the moon shines bright on the water tonight
So we won’t drown in the summer sound
yal
Posted by huwba | Filed under Uncategorized
Running from the thoughts
i keep bumping back into it
trying to get away
keep dragging me into it
Running from the thoughts
i keep bumping back into it
trying to get away
How many times we been through it
Communication Breakdown
Part Anthem Lay down
Spirits of a playground
running from a grey town
Amityville Horror
Ghosts form the past
That will travel through tomorrow, follow
each and every step that i take
as many bars i break
i still cant escape
so at night i stay awake
go out and separate
my soul from my conscience
and all i can equate is a bunch of crazy nonsense
Try to stay versatile
and switch up my pattern
cant keep it rotating like the rings of Saturn
got to break the cycle
and move it like nitro
get it out of my head before i go psycho
insomniac on the track
falling out, bouncing back
coming with the wild attack
trying to keep my mind intact
back to the days of the past
keep popping in my head like a memory flash
ahh sh*t just can get out that circle
kids got me by-cycling home
yeah all you willy wonka mutha fu*kers
Time to move the mast
throw them in my moustache
roll a big spliff
light it up with a match
puff puff
rocking kasbahs like the clash
we can all sit back and watch the world crash
then pick up the pieces of the fractured elements
write your last will and testament
like it was the end
but its never the end
i hate to tell you my friend
they keep coming back
again and again
Running from the thoughts
i keep bumping back into it
trying to get away
keep dragging me into it
Running from the thoughts
i keep bumping back into it
trying to get away
How many times we been through it
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Quite’lil
Posted by huwba | Filed under yal
I’m young again.
Quiet little monsters creeping down my bedroom wall,
I’ll fall for you.
Quiet words of wisdom creep into your victims ears,
I’ll die for you.
In any which direction, call me
I will run for you.
I’ll come for you.
I’ll die for you.
I’ll come for you.
Quiet little voices creep into my head,
I’m young again.
Quiet little monsters creep into my head,
I’ll fall for you.
Quiet little voices.
Quiet little monsters.
I’d better start now
I’d better start
Quiet little voices
Quiet little monsters.
