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wer bin ich?
ich brauche die farben und die lichter, das adrenalin, die geschwindigkeit, die luft zum atmen. ich brauche die laute musik und den rausch, die abgründ, brauche die nacht und das feuer und die sterne über mir. ich brauche das gefühl da zu sein, kaltes wasser am puls und die gewissheit, die explosion von sprache, den ausdruck und die energie.
ich brauche das blut, ich brauche das extrem, ich brauche das leben.
ich bin nicht _so_ - ich bin.
es war wie aufwachen, vorhin auf der autobahn, die musik und der gedankenstrudel. wer will mir sagen, dass das krank ist?!
Well I'll be damned
Here comes your ghost again
But that's not unusual
It's just that the moon is full
And you happened to call
And here I sit
My hand on the telephone
Hearing a voice I'd known
A couple of light years ago
Heading straight for a fall
As I remember your eyes
Were bluer than robin's eggs
My poetry was lousy you said
Where are you calling from?
A booth in the midwest
Ten years ago
I bought you some cufflinks
Oh and you brought me something
We both know what memories can bring
They bring diamonds and rust
Well you burst on the scene
Already a legend
The unwashed phenomenon
The original vagabond
You strayed into my arms
And there you stayed
Temporarily lost at sea
The Madonna was yours for free
Yes the girl on the half-shell
Would keep you unharmed
Now I see you standing
With leaves falling around
And snow in your hair
Now you're smiling out the window
Of that hotel
Over Washington Square
Our breath comes out white clouds
Mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me
We both could have died then and there
Now you're telling me
You're not nostalgic
Then give me another word for it
You are always so good with words
And at keeping things vague
Because I need some of that vagueness now
It's all coming back too clearly
Oh I loved you dearly
And if you're offering me diamonds and rust
I've already paid
ich brauche die farben und die lichter, das adrenalin, die geschwindigkeit, die luft zum atmen. ich brauche die laute musik und den rausch, die abgründ, brauche die nacht und das feuer und die sterne über mir. ich brauche das gefühl da zu sein, kaltes wasser am puls und die gewissheit, die explosion von sprache, den ausdruck und die energie.
ich brauche das blut, ich brauche das extrem, ich brauche das leben.
ich bin nicht _so_ - ich bin.
es war wie aufwachen, vorhin auf der autobahn, die musik und der gedankenstrudel. wer will mir sagen, dass das krank ist?!
Well I'll be damned
Here comes your ghost again
But that's not unusual
It's just that the moon is full
And you happened to call
And here I sit
My hand on the telephone
Hearing a voice I'd known
A couple of light years ago
Heading straight for a fall
As I remember your eyes
Were bluer than robin's eggs
My poetry was lousy you said
Where are you calling from?
A booth in the midwest
Ten years ago
I bought you some cufflinks
Oh and you brought me something
We both know what memories can bring
They bring diamonds and rust
Well you burst on the scene
Already a legend
The unwashed phenomenon
The original vagabond
You strayed into my arms
And there you stayed
Temporarily lost at sea
The Madonna was yours for free
Yes the girl on the half-shell
Would keep you unharmed
Now I see you standing
With leaves falling around
And snow in your hair
Now you're smiling out the window
Of that hotel
Over Washington Square
Our breath comes out white clouds
Mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me
We both could have died then and there
Now you're telling me
You're not nostalgic
Then give me another word for it
You are always so good with words
And at keeping things vague
Because I need some of that vagueness now
It's all coming back too clearly
Oh I loved you dearly
And if you're offering me diamonds and rust
I've already paid