The battle of history under the grey sky and below the surface

Me and the battle of history. Me and you. You are like a very fine wine I cannot swallow. You are like gold I cannot show. You are like a smile I should hide. You are like the lights in the morning, vaguely dimmed and loosey-goosey. You are you. And it makes me cry. The seasons have changed and I still can find myself above the surface.

I look up to the grey sky and think to myself, I am not done yet, I do not want to go now. I am still with the battle of history. It IS between me and you.

Goodbye Sweet Young Sorrow

Goodbye, sweet young sorrow/ there will be no tomorrow// I whisper my last lullaby to your ears/ you sleep and I think of tomorrow/ I grab my suitcase and leave you in peace// I turned off the light before I closed the door/ I can see you smile in your sleep – at least you’re having a sweet dream/ this perhaps will be my last time// Goodbye sweet young sorrow/ there will be no tomorrow/ and I’ve made up my mind/ you know how it works once I’ve made up my mind// Goodbye sweet young sorrow/ there will be no tomorrow/ And I just go to the South/ and will never come back//

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You’re right. We’re just animals humans with animal human feelings and playing animal human games. The bigger ego you have, the more winning you are. Caring is human animal game – then we better stop caring. Remember, we’re just animals humans. You’re right.

Well What The Fuck Do You Want Then?

 

“I’m so sorry I’m so poor in defining how I feel. You know me – that’s me.” “To tell you the truth, I don’t know you anymore.”

B E R A N T A K A N

Ini hari terburuk/ Aku diam sampai tehku dingin/ Aku diam sampai waktuku habis/ Aku diam sampai kamu mengutuk/ Aku juga ingin ikut mengutuk/ Tapi apa alasan yang kupunya?/ Salah sendiri harus selalu punya/ Salah sendiri terlalu egois/ Ini benar-benar hari terburuk/ Semuanya berantakan dan tak tahulah otakku ada di mana.