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Πέμπτη, Μαρτίου 15, 2007

No name

'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony this life
Trying to make ends meet, you're a slave to the money then you die
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down
You know the one that takes you to the places where all the veins meet, yeah
No change, I can't change, I can't change, I can't change,
but I'm here in my mold ,
I am here in my mold

But I'm a million different people from one day to the next
I can't change my mold, no, no, no, no, no
Well, I've never prayed, But tonight I'm on my knees, yeah
I need to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me, yeah
I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind , I feel free now
But the airwaves are clean and there's nobody singing to me now
No change, I can't change, I can't change, I can't change,
but I'm here in my mold , I am here with my mold

And I'm a million different people from one day to the next
I can't change my mold, no, no, no, no, no (
Well have you ever been down?) (I can't change, I can't change...)

(It justs sex and violence melody and silence)
(It justs sex and violence melody and silence)
(I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down) (It justs sex and violence melody and silence)
(I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down) (Been down) (Ever been down) (Ever been down) (Ever been down) (Ever been down) (Have you ever been down?) (Have you ever been down?) (Have you ever been down?)

4 Comments:

Anonymous Ανώνυμος said...

The boy with the thorn in his side
Behind the hatred there lies
A murderous desire for love
How can they look into my eyes
And still they don't believe me ?
How can they hear me say those words
Still they don't believe me ?
And if they don't believe me now
Will they ever believe me ?
And if they don't believe me now
Will they ever, they ever, believe me ?
Oh ...

The boy with the thorn in his side
Behind the hatred there lies
A plundering desire for love
How can they see the love in our eyes
And still they don't believe us ?
And after all this time
They don't want to believe us
And if they don't believe us now
Will they ever believe us ?
And when you want to live
How do you start ?
Where do you go ?
Who do you need to know ?

16/3/07 2:49 μ.μ.  
Blogger dodo said...

Γλυκόπικρο, ναι.

16/3/07 4:27 μ.μ.  
Blogger ralou said...

I'm a million different people from one day to the next

!!!!

17/3/07 2:28 π.μ.  
Blogger Φίλιππος said...

pastaflora,
...

dodo,
σαν γλυκιά μουσική με σκληρούς στίχους

ralou,
are you?

17/3/07 8:20 π.μ.  

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