Übersetzung: Saratoga. Der Wagen Viego.
en barcos de papel. Estas perdido entre las sombras caminas hacia atras. Vas pensando que un dia llegue la suerte a su lugar. Siempre queda el viejo vagon
: You're scanning the landscape... You feel like a true pioneer As Romans you conquer On top of your fear (just) hope you awaken in time And know that
: Mi e sembrato un cinese pallido per via del neon alla fiamma del suo ronson ci scopriamo vis a vis ci scambiamo qualche si wagon lits c'e nell'aria
: Isoles de la populace Par un mur en duralumin, Les privilegies de premiere classe, Sur le cuir, posent leur popotin, Tout constipes, derriere la glace
: Oh don?t speak dirty things (?) I know you feel like we can go inside We can talk in private here Tell me now of how they used to be But I'm not crazy
Last leaf fallen, bare earth where green was born Above my doorknob, two eagles hang against a cloud Sun comes up, blood red wind yells among the stone
(Dickie Peterson & Leigh Stephens) Instrumental jammin'
Remember watching children play Ring-around-the roses Tiny electrons circling in neutral ground So much gravity, in gravity Boys in bars, they stir their
There's a way I feel right now Wish you'd help me, don't know how But we're all nuts so who helps who? Some help when no one's got a clue And baby, why
I was young and I was stupid, I had just turned seventeen I took my hits on a dumb road trip to Nashville Tennessee I packed my antihistamines and Tupperware
Gonna paint our wagon Gonna paint it good We ain't braggin' We're gonna coat that wood. There Gonna paint that wagon There Gonna paint it good They aint
Trains rushin', here and there Flying machines flashin' through the air Automobiles all shiny and new Poor folks with nothing else to do But when I wanna
do you know yourself do you know the others can you pull the weight that rides on another's shoulders once you've lost yourself to the acceptance mask
(Wait for the wagon wait for the wagon Wait for the wagon and we'll all take a ride) Will you come with me my Susie dear beyond blue mountains free Where
hey ho hey ho there's something i don't know like who i am or where i go we're on this climb we'll be there for some time there is no reason i can find
Hear that train rollin' down the track Passin' by this old shack Whistle blow and it blow again Just a lonely sound comin' through the wind And on those
Burning questions in the class, these acid tests sure burn my ass. And the teacher's so cold, butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. Draw a picture to escape
