We were believers
Before just the damn day that
GOD died
We were shear believers

understand it
They asked us
we won't
we just answered
and we resumed our way

"Too Old To Rock 'n' Roll: Too Young To Die"

The old Rocker wore his hair too long,
wore his trouser cuffs too tight.
Unfashionable to the end --- drank his ale too light.
Death's head belt buckle --- yesterday's dreams ---
the transport caf' prophet of doom.
Ringing no change in his double-sewn seams
in his post-war-babe gloom.

Now he's too old to Rock'n'Roll but he's too young to die.

He once owned a Harley Davidson and a Triumph Bonneville.
Counted his friends in burned-out spark plugs
and prays that he always will.
But he's the last of the blue blood greaser boys
all of his mates are doing time:
married with three kids up by the ring road
sold their souls straight down the line.
And some of them own little sports cars
and meet at the tennis club do's.
For drinks on a Sunday --- work on Monday.
They've thrown away their blue suede shoes.

Now they're too old to Rock'n'Roll and they're too young to die.

So the old Rocker gets out his bike
to make a ton before he takes his leave.
Up on the A1 by Scotch Corner
just like it used to be.
And as he flies --- tears in his eyes ---
his wind-whipped words echo the final take
and he hits the trunk road doing around 120
with no room left to brake.

And he was too old to Rock'n'Roll but he was too young to die.
No, you're never too old to Rock'n'Roll if you're too young to die.

Jethro Tull

I simply was NOT there
I tried to BE
They tried to understand
haphazardly NOTHING happened

thy father lies
my father is dieing too
night was closed
as the darkness was starting
just
on the narrow line
dim peaceful blue dark narrow line
which differs sky from the sea

I did not
understand n'
got it right
are u still?
oh my gott'
Please understand the tragedy
please forgive me but
there is no sentiment in me
crying

There's a place where lovers go
To cry their troubles away
And they call it Lonesome Town
Where the broken hearts stay
[Lonesome town]
You can buy a dream or two,
To last you all through the years
And the only price you pay
Is a heart full of tears
[Full of tears]
Goin' down to lonesome town,
Where the broken hearts stay,
Goin' down to lonesome town
To cry my troubles away.
In the town of broken dreams,
The streets are filled with regret,
Maybe down in lonesome town,
I can learn to forget.
[To forget]
Maybe down in lonesome town,
I can learn to forget,
[Lonesome town]

Nelson Ricky
Lonesome Town

Clashes
Clashes
then some lashes
then
more clashes
and more clashes

I love to lick you
not to pick roses
does it mean that I love more ?

Selected
I was
smiled and gone to my road
The sun was setting

Terrifying
the life was
and denying
I treated
I was there
no land was clear
roses in blossom
suns shining
moonshines
I was there
undeniable
and treated perfectly

The whole world is shit
but it reminds me of your ass
I kiss it
smell it
and lick it
hopelessly