My absorption inside the circle of confusion
I finally reach the consolation…
Awhile I am falling in a drowning dream
I see myself in a dark room…
Where the shadows of astray souls make walls to my dream
I see myself lying dead…
The people around me are sad…
A priest above me seems like a God’s emblem
The roses fall down from the hands of a stranger
My dream refuses to end, the shadows they lead me
[Repeat]
(John Jarrard, Gary Burr) The stars are way out of reach, they all said Those are crazy schemes that fill your fool head But it was clear from the moment we met We could prove them wrong All my life I heard that same old story Dare to dream and you’ll just be sorry I…
I got this can of gasoline, you know what I mean I got it just for burnin’ and it keeps the sirens turnin’ Turning down existence it seems to burn all by itself I wish that something would happen just so I’d get a reaction From all these bucks I’m earnin’, it keeps the sirens…
Bak sevgilim, bak neler ettik, yine kendi kendimize biz. Çok severken, çok yazık ettik, bu kadersiz aşkımıza biz. Aah ne farkeder, yanımda yoksan, sevdan benimle. Aklım kopar gider başımdan bedeli yalnızlık olsada kalbim seninle kalbim seninle kalbim seninle baktığın her yıldızda attığın her adımda kalbim seninle kalbim seninle akşam üstü kumsalda damla damla her yağmurla…
dusty screams, through doors and imaginary floors “why can’t you miss me?” pistol pete removes the final breaths from her unkind and she is shaken what does this mean in love or in peace? with you lying next to me so faithless serene and she calls to him let the waste cross the ancient trails…
Ak ellerin sala sala yürüyen Nasıl getireyim seni ele ben Ben şahan olsam da sen bir balaban Alsam çırnağıma çıksam yola ben İlinizde yok mu idi kadılar Ak ellerin altın tasta yudular Seni bana yeşil ördek dediler Onun için dolaşırım göle ben Hemene de Karacaoğlan hemene Çanlı kervan indirmişim Yemene Sevdim ise ben yarimi kime…
That little white lie you’ve been couchin’ Seems to be the last straw Now there’s going to be an eruption Love’s got a lot to answer for That crack you made only half jokin’ Has poured salt on his soul And if there must be retribution Love’s got a lot, yes, a lot to Love’s…