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Ich poste ein paar lyrics und ihr sagt mir den Interpret....

1.In the days of my youth, I was told what it means to be a man,
Now I\'ve reached that age, I\'ve tried to do all those things the best I can.
No matter how I try, I find my way into the same old jam.......

2.Good Golly, said little Miss Molly
When she was rockin\' in the house of blue light
Tutti Frutti was oh so rooty
When she was rockin\' to the east and west
Lucille was oh so real
When she didn\'t do her daddies will
Come on baby, drive me crazy--do it, do it

I\'m a speed king you go to hear me sing
I\'m a speed king see me fly

3.The road is long
With many a winding turn
That leads us to who knows where
Who knows where
But I\'m strong
Strong enough to carry him
He ain\'t heavy, he\'s my brother

4.I\'ll be damned, here comes your ghost again
But that\'s not unusual
It\'s just that the moon is full
And you decided to call

And here I sit, hand on the telephone
Hearing the voice I\'d known
A couple of light years ago
Headed straight for a fall

But we both know what memories can bring

5.Loving you
Isn\'t the right thing to do
How can I ever change things
That I feel

If I could
Maybe I\'d give you my world
How can I
When you won\'t take it from me

Mal sehen wer sich erinnert..........

CU
TL

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ich sag nur: J-G-W
ich sag nur: Turbo Lover
roswell1947 Turbo Lover „Lasst uns ein Spielchen spielen.....“
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@turbo lover:nicht wirklich schwer.:-)
aber wer kennt das denn hier?PS,derjenige der es als erster erkennt,genießt ab sofort meine hochachtung!
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So here I am once more in the playground of the broken hearts,
one more experience, one more entry in a diary, self penned
Yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and pride
Too late to say I love you, Too late to restage the play
Abandoning the relics in my playground of yesterday.

I'm losing on the swings, I'm losing on the roundabouts
Too much, Too soon, too far, to go,
too late to play, the game is over.

Yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and pride
I'm losing on the swings, I'm lossing
on the roundabouts, the game is over

Too late to say I love you, Too late to restage the play
The game is over.

I act the role in classic style of
a martyr carved with a twisted smile
To bleed the lyric for this song
to write the rites to right my wrongs
an epitaph to a broken dream to
exorcise this silent scream
A scream that's borne from sorrow.

I never did write that love song the words just never seemed to flow
No sad in reflection Did I gaze through perfection
and examine the shadows on the other side of mourning
and examine the shadows on the other side of mourning
Promised wedding now a wake

The fool escaped from paradise will look over his shoulder and cry
Sit and chew on daffodils and struggle to answer why?
As you grow up and leave the playground where you kissed your prince
and found your frog, Remember the Jester that showed
you tears, the script for tears.

So I'll hold my peace forever when you wear your bridal gown
In the silence of my shame the mute that sang the siren's
song has gone solo in the game I've gone solo in the game
But the game is over

Can you still say you love me Can you still say you love me
Can you still say that you love me...?

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