A keresés eredménye

All alone

I'm so sophisticated and so deep
My biography is my favorite read
All what's missing is catching up to me
But I can pick wherever I want to be
 
No 230 pound1man snores in my bed
(But I get hit on by every bonehead)
If I'm secretly crying on rainy days
I can't even tell it to someone who cares
 
My only goal is that I can have it good
By doing what fits my taste and mood
I can tango, where it's not allowed
And I don't care I'm against the flow of the crowd
It's so good...
 
All alone - I'm living alone in this world, my wish was heard
All alone - I don't trouble myself with babies or family making
All alone - Actually we are three with loneliness and my dog
All alone...
 
I've got some issues with my eating
I'm either gorging or fasting
Look, I lost weight, I'm way thinner
I rarely ball up to whimper
 
I'll have everyhing when I'm old
But my wrinkled hand - no one will hold
I've got an iPhone and a classy iPhone case
But no grandchild-kiss on my spotty face
 
And my goal is not that I can have it good
I'm not doing what fits my taste and mood
And I don't samba where it's not allowed
And there's no one next to me, I'm not going against the crowd
It's not good...
 
All alone - I'm living alone in this world, my wish was heard
All alone - I don't trouble myself with babies or family making
All alone - Actually we are three with loneliness and my dog
All alone - I don't trust others or miracles anymore
 

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Para (abbrevation of word paranoia)

I can say anything honestly - can't 'cause
I go nuts and he is all in as well:
He can't see what in my heart
Lay low. I wonder can he get there?
 
What the hell is in the place of his brain? - I know,
He wants what I want as well. - well near
Everything what his eyes can see
Black inkling, fake diamond
 
Light floating - he and I and a
Zombie in the deepest part of the big idyll
Stings me, what does it want, the doubt
Contaminate me, two people, one chance
 
Paranoia is the daily aliment
We're overuse, this is not a game
Me for him, he for me, just he would be the one
Who, who can fit in
 
This is cert not para, not a chemtrail - for what
Is the sky clear - if he's long gone how can he
See that in my heart
The problem is big, he's not there, not okay
 
Light floating - he and I and a
Zombie in the deepest part of the big idyll
Stings me, what does it want, the doubt
Contaminate me, two people, one chance
 
Light floating - he and I and a
Zombie in the deepest part of the big idyll
Stings me, what does it want, the doubt
Contaminate me, bye, health is everything
 
I can say anything honestly from this
I go nuts and he is all in as well:
He can't see that for my heart
He's the one who can get there... fit in.
Get there, fit in, little mouse
 

Belonging here

You see, nothing really happened
You just wasted a round
But the bullet is here in my heart
 
No problem, but let's play something else
Put away that strange look,
On my part everything’s okay
 
I wish we could start again
Let this song be yours,
Maybe then you’ll see me differently
x2
 
I’ve always hoped
That it’s good for me, and good for you, too
Maybe I’ve been hoping too much:
I can belong here, too
Oh, maybe I can belong here
Oh, I can belong here, too
 
Honestly, I’m not angry with you
In fact it’s me that can’t be accused
In my soul everything is alright
 
And if you don't change
Then it’s not just me that in the morning
Must wake up bearing this face
 
I’ve always hoped
That it’s good for me, and good for you, too
Maybe I was hoping too much:
I can belong here, too
Oh, maybe I can belong here
Oh, I can belong here, too
x2
 
I wish we could start again
Let this song be yours
Maybe then you’ll see me differently
 
I wish we could start again
 
I’ve always hoped
That it’s good for me, and good for you, too
Maybe I was hoping too much:
I can belong here, too
Oh, maybe I can belong here
Oh, I can belong here, too
I wish we could start again
x2
 

Miner's Chorus

The rest is silence...
order as hard as concrete
the multicultured
sweet life got out
 
I don’t come out anymore
the underground is cool
above the sky, under the earth
one single dislike – this is all that's left
 
(and only) my claustrophobia
can't find me(1)
my home inhabited by a zombie
hideout, shelter
 
and easy at last
no gloom and no cheer
doesn’t hold me tight, only embraces
my Jánoska doesn’t come along
 
Refr.:
Working in the deep isn't going well
the thousands of megatons aren't coming up
in the dark a loud spirit haunts:
the miner’s chorus
 
There is no reception here
Stylish ladies and gents
on the surface
They disregard me like the wild geese(2)
 
my lift comes down
everything for nothing
if we have to go, then we have to go
everything else is just a half-success
 
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Why are you so hard on yourself?

To surface chat the silent depth reply(1)
You can yap, but only money, money talks
Like immortals among mortals
The brand new rich folk dance into the scene
 
Look, the nobody! (Behind a despot!)
At the company party drunk off three whiskeys
Twirl around little girl! – flirting with the secretary
Her stomach is sensitive, her head hurts from one beer
 
He's not anybody, he's the model citizen
He goes to church, serves the Almighty
Has a wife at home and the product: four kids
The subordinates are subjects – I will not kneel
 
Refr.:
For years you bust your ass and get nothing
Your little family there, you work hard for it
Why are you so hard on yourself, why are you so hard on yourself?
They have it great – nothing is left for you
 
He kisses the ass of those above him, treads on those below him
He's lacking in culture, his humour is flat
His ego is greedy, he'd like to feed it with a yacht
Impress the pretty waitress with a big tip
 
He can do it and he does it, because you allow it
You worry about your job, he basks in his excess luxury
Arrogant, when he drinks and harrasses women
His style is just like a cannery pallet
 
Here’s a bone to gnaw on: de-de-de-democracy(2)
While the doucheocrats get the gravy train
They own the power, the money, the country, your soul
And instead of them, it’s you who feels ashamed
 
You bust your ass for years…
 
But you like it, you also put on airs
Only there wasn’t room at the big checkout
Where did you go wrong? – you wrack your brains
While your shitty excuse for a life just goes on by
 
They manipulate you and you allow it with a wagging tail
If only you could also live like the big guys for once
It’s good at home, but the best is elsewhere(3)
The stupid create, the smart diligently copy
 
The little car is full, you drive towards the south
The cheap salami you could barely fit in the car
The wife would drag you to the cheaper one
But you’ll be sleeping among four stars today(4)