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twenty seven years twenty seven years old
the only thing i know
the only thing i get told
i've gotta sell out if i wanna get sold
don't want the devil to be taking my soul, I
write songs that come from the heart
i don't give a fuck if they get in to the chart or not
only way i can be
is to say what i see
and have no shadow hanging over me

i don't know where i'm running but i know how to run
'cos running's the thing i've always done
i don't know what i'm doing but i know what i've done
i'm a hungry heart i'm a loaded gun

twenty seven years twenty seven years now
only thing i know
i know that i don't know how
to please everybody all of the time,
'cos everybody's always fucking changing their minds
a little bit faded
a little bit jaded
not gonna stop and i won't be persuaded
to write words i can't believe in
to see my face on a video screen

i don't know where i'm running but i know how to run
'cos running's the thing i've always done
i don't know what i'm doing but i know what i've done
i'm a hungry heart i'm a loaded gun

twenty seven years twenty seven years done
written six hundred songs only twelve get sung
eighty seven thousand cigarettes have passed through these lungs
and every single day i wish i'd never smoked one
a week brushing my teeth and a week getting my haircut
eight years sleeping i'm still tired when i wake up
a whole year eating and i still lost weight fuck
five proper girlfriends and five messy breakups
twenty seven birthdays twenty seven new years
thirty thousand quid just so i could have a few beers
ever dying old hopes
ever growing new fears
don't know where i'm going but i know how i got here

i don't know where i'm running but i know how to run
'cos running's the thing i've always done
i don't know what i'm doing but i know what i've done,
i'm a hungry heart i'm a loaded gun,
i don't know where i'm running but i know how to run
'cos running's the thing i've always done
i don't know what i'm doing but i know what i've done
i'm a hungry heart i'm a loaded gun

Eltern

Dein Vater ist kaputt
aber du bist es nicht
Zerbeult und verbogen
und vielleicht nicht ganz dicht
Aber irgendwo darunter bist du seltsam o.k
Beinah unversehrt unter allem, was weh tut

Ich weiss du willst helfen
Ich weiss du grämst dich
Ich weiss du willst abhauen
Ich weiss du schämst dich

Es ist okay jeder soll fliehen der kann
Wenn du den Fluchtwagen fährst
Schnall dich an

So viel kaputt
aber so vieles nicht
Jede der Scherben
spiegelt das Licht
So viel kaputt
aber zwischen der Glut
zwischen Asche und Trümmern
war irgendwas gut

[Wir sind Helden - Kaputt]

Great clouds roll over the hills / Bringing darkness from above

But if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like
Nothing changed at all?
And if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like
You've been here before?

Ein Lied...

...für die Zwischenzeit. Bald bin ich wieder da, bis dahin: Kommt gut hinüber! Wir lesen uns im neuen Jahr.

Mittwochsschön | KW 2

Wunderschön und gerade frisch entdeckt!
Absolut hörenswert und damit mein Mittwochsschön: Liz Lawrence

Außerdem schön:

1. Der Theaterbesuch heute Abend

2. Beginn meines langen Wochenendes

3. Zeit, ein Buch zu beenden

4. Die frische Ökokiste mit Gartenäpfeln

5. Das dazu passende, neu entdeckte Apfelstrudelrezept

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