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nochmals Lyrics, die auf eine Bluesimprovisation geschneidert wurden.
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Helmut.
Down Town Station
Walking down the street, with no special aim,
Spending half 'n hour, until my next train
I have a look around, and what do I see
there are a lot people around, just like me
Some look really bored, enduring their now
Other try to use their time, anyhow
They are listening to music, or reading in books
Some pupils are loud, while making their jokes
Take a sit down, have a look at those
Who are not accidental, right at this place
the street sweepers make, silently their jobs,
collecting the flyers, being distributed before
Some punks are around, they always meet here
the old stranded man drinks his first morning beer,
A beggar with dog is staring holes in the air
20 cents for the musician with the rastafa hair
2 minutes left, the apes in suits on the run,
a snack in their hand, while they rush through the crowd,
It's got to go fast, because they have to save time,
You know time is money, and that is their aim
And everytime I wonder, why we all meet here
We really have nothing, with each other to do
Everytime, it's going on, exact the same way,
See you, Down Town Station, till the next time.
Sch... Sch... Sch... Sch... Bye Bye <3x>
Bye Bye
nochmals Lyrics, die auf eine Bluesimprovisation geschneidert wurden.
Besten Dank für Feedback und VG
Helmut.
Down Town Station
Walking down the street, with no special aim,
Spending half 'n hour, until my next train
I have a look around, and what do I see
there are a lot people around, just like me
Some look really bored, enduring their now
Other try to use their time, anyhow
They are listening to music, or reading in books
Some pupils are loud, while making their jokes
Take a sit down, have a look at those
Who are not accidental, right at this place
the street sweepers make, silently their jobs,
collecting the flyers, being distributed before
Some punks are around, they always meet here
the old stranded man drinks his first morning beer,
A beggar with dog is staring holes in the air
20 cents for the musician with the rastafa hair
2 minutes left, the apes in suits on the run,
a snack in their hand, while they rush through the crowd,
It's got to go fast, because they have to save time,
You know time is money, and that is their aim
And everytime I wonder, why we all meet here
We really have nothing, with each other to do
Everytime, it's going on, exact the same way,
See you, Down Town Station, till the next time.
Sch... Sch... Sch... Sch... Bye Bye <3x>
Bye Bye
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