Your tranquil eyes follow shady lines Roaming through broken hearts and shattered morals Your aeroplane falling from the sky Devastating trust in you
Übersetzung: Fighting Jacks. Whirlpools.
! ich pfeiff mir meinen Rechensklaven, und brenn ihm den Dreisatz auf den Bauch, (yeah) ohh ich macht jetzt Feierabend! Kinder, ab in den Whirlpool, Hilde
: lately i saved myself lately i saved myself lately i saved myself i was wrong but i saved myself you held out your hand when it was all that i had
She don't know Yo' momma would Yeah, yeah, oh, no, no Won't a child know, won't a child I wake out of a whirlpool I walk into another day And then I
Lately I saved myself Lately I saved myself Lately I saved myself See I, I was wrong but I saved myself And you held out your hand and it was all that
for you as before) Soon I'll be knocking on your heart's door One word from you will set me free From this whirlpool of love (Whirlpool, whirlpool of
know what else to do i had to have it all and ran into a wall and i didn't stop to see plain reality now that i left the whirlpool i'm walking straight
fly So the wind swept the whirlpool across the sky And it had the idea to fly So the wind swept the whirlpool across the sky Whirlpool Whirlpool Whirlpool
Captain beefheart (vocals) Bobby zappa (rhythm guitar) Frank zappa (lead guitar) Well, I'm lost in a whirlpool Yeah, baby, my head is goin' round Well
The sun came out and hung above Over our heads but far enough to see A bomb exploding in another town Children choking on a poison cloud While on the
zahlen! ich pfeiff mir meinen Rechensklaven, und brenn ihm den Dreisatz auf den Bauch, (yeah) ohh ich macht jetzt Feierabend! Kinder, ab in den Whirlpool
lately i saved myself lately i saved myself lately i saved myself i was wrong but i saved myself you held out your hand when it was all that i had all
Slips like a drunk fool But we go gladly with smiles like the madman Who lurk in the whirlpool Whirlpool, it takes the best Whirlpool, it takes
College, Lancaster, CA c. December 1958-January 1959 Don Vliet-vocals FZ-lead guitar Bobby Zappa-rhythm guitar] Well, I'm lost in a whirlpool Yeah,
I can't run in circles to try to find you- to want to need you You're a map with no direction-no parallels to mark its points A mouthful of regret, I
Übersetzung: Def P und The Beatbusters. Strudel.