People are fragile things, you should know by now Be careful what you put them through
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People are fragile things, you should know by now Be careful what you put them through
"The paramedic thinks I'm clever 'cause I play guitar I thinks she's clever 'cause she stops people dying Anaphylactic and super hypercondriactic Should've stayed in bed today I much prefer the mundane I take a hit from An asthma puffer I do it wrong Was never good at smoking bongs And I'm not that good in breathing in"
And I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills ‘Til the landslide brought it down Oh, mirror in the sky What is love? Can the child within my heart rise above? Can I sail through the changin’ ocean tides? Can I handle the seasons of my life? [Robyn Sherwell - Landslide]
Und was nützt uns uns're Weisheit in 'ner ausgemachten Scheißzeit? Und was nützt uns die Erkenntnis, dass was Heimat war jetzt fremd ist? Wenn wir trotzdem niemals lernen, was es heißt sich zu entfernen ohne jemals ganz zu geh'n Wenn's das gäbe, wär das schön. Ich hab' den Verstand verloren. Blinde Augen, Taube Ohren, Stumme Lieder, Leere Bücher, Pfeifen, Flaschen, Taschentücher Und wir rennen um unser Leben Du davon und ich entgegen Ich würd' dich gern morgen seh'n Wenn's das gäbe wär das schön.
The cold wind made your cheeks glow Shivering away under your coat Berlin was all covered in snow [Bear’s Den - Berlin]
Its a wonderful life, its a wonderful life Treversed in tears from the heavens My heart is a mellow drum, a mellow drum infact Set alight by echoes of pain 24 seven, 24 seven I dream, I smile, I walk, I cry But I wont complain, no I wont complain Though my good days are far gone The will surely come back one morn So I wont complain My mind is a mirrow, a reflection only known to me. [Benjamin Clementine - I won’t complain]
"Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends."