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Hallo Leute,
mir ist da mal wieder Wirres Zeug :screwy: in den Kopf gekommen. Ich lasse die Story mal unkommentiert und hoffe der Inhalt kommt rüber. Was das englisch angeht, sofern man überhaupt den Sinn erkennt, bitte ich die üblichen Verdächtigen um konstruktive Kritik.
Danke schonmal im Voraus
Zündapp
4 akkorde a la bob dylan, A- Gitarre
going home
well I am feeling blue
sitting at the bar and lights fading out
its 5 am
drinks leading me to memories
hell of bad pictures
I know it is better to leave
but someone said "take some more and stay";
but I better go home
yeah I should better go home now
I want to go home
but I blazed up my brain and it burns
I want to go home
well my head is still aching
and I feel the things
I feel the things
that I can't get over
and nobody knows
that I feel torn into peaces
cause I'm still smiling
but I want to go home
yeah I should better go home now
I want to go home
but I blazed my brain and it burns
I want to go home
the river runs still
a flow of dirt prickle like Champaign
no way to get over
of that feeling I did something wrong
why haven't I left
left all of it and went home
cause I feel a little like home
but now I go home
yeah I go home now
I want to go home
and never
join that place again
cause I found my place to be
edit: es sind 7 akkorde geworden ;-)
mir ist da mal wieder Wirres Zeug :screwy: in den Kopf gekommen. Ich lasse die Story mal unkommentiert und hoffe der Inhalt kommt rüber. Was das englisch angeht, sofern man überhaupt den Sinn erkennt, bitte ich die üblichen Verdächtigen um konstruktive Kritik.
Danke schonmal im Voraus
Zündapp
4 akkorde a la bob dylan, A- Gitarre
going home
well I am feeling blue
sitting at the bar and lights fading out
its 5 am
drinks leading me to memories
hell of bad pictures
I know it is better to leave
but someone said "take some more and stay";
but I better go home
yeah I should better go home now
I want to go home
but I blazed up my brain and it burns
I want to go home
well my head is still aching
and I feel the things
I feel the things
that I can't get over
and nobody knows
that I feel torn into peaces
cause I'm still smiling
but I want to go home
yeah I should better go home now
I want to go home
but I blazed my brain and it burns
I want to go home
the river runs still
a flow of dirt prickle like Champaign
no way to get over
of that feeling I did something wrong
why haven't I left
left all of it and went home
cause I feel a little like home
but now I go home
yeah I go home now
I want to go home
and never
join that place again
cause I found my place to be
edit: es sind 7 akkorde geworden ;-)
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