this morning
never woke
last night
this morning
never woke
last night
oh from where
oh where we
oh whoa uh oh
weeeerrrrrrreeee
without it
where am i
and who are you
who i can’t reach
who i can’t even touch
.who knows where
i’d be without
longing for you
oh now we’re going to have to get out in the streets or
else we are
passive fascists
where the line is drawn
or rather
what i call my random song when i’m sort of tired and frustrated in the studio
both with myself and with my hardware and with all these damn screens
and with not being able to make music beautiful enough to take me
there
unstoppably
whatever whatever whatever,
Whatever … whatever!
was offered a chance to climb up the tower, and then to climb another tower, much more inspired. took the chance. got a decision maker.
big cheese
i love
and thus
i renounce
hate
please transport me
into
this place
we better fucking
what better way than
to make music
than
to fix all the world’s problems
…
right?
if any
fucking fuck
ever
talked to any of the women in my life
like that, that piece of shit creep,
i would punch him the fucking nose
and i am not a nose punching
kind of guy.
it is long past time,
for decent people,
especially men,
to stand the fuck up.
maybe i
should not
talk
at a
ll
may we also
begin it
together
running
somewhere
happily?
iron like fire
and burn
to be
turned
red
let the stoker
sit
inside a while
There you are
my star