Name STRONG MAN Interpret RJM Jahr 1989 Schreib r Ralph You were slipping through the backdoor of my memory, like a hunter in the desert looking for the
To those whom I miss, And to those who would miss me Life is short, but long in the living Going forth on the uncertain paths of the future Seeking an
ALBERT THE ALLIGATOR Did you ever slip down a water pipe Right down to the bottom of the water system There you'll find a little alligator Who goes by
ARE YOU GONNA GO MY WAY I WAS BORN LONG AGO I AM THE CHOSEN I AM THE ONE I HAVE COME TO SAVE THE DAY AND I WON'T LEAVE UNTIL I'M DONE SO THAT'S WHY YOU
The top becomes the bottom The fantasy becomes reality The conceptions change The landmarks dissolve And all becomes intermingled To flirt with the despicable
I've chosen the dark, I've chosen the night I've lost hope of loving a day of life The shades of night belong to me I am at one with hell Dead inside,
Feeling strange, turn around do it again Feeling alright, feel like contact tonight Well you know what it says and you know what you feel And you know
Oh purificator fire, that burns in me Rekindle my courage, gife me your force Blow, northerly wind, come, wind of death Storms, hurricanes, be at my side
It's a long fast dance Well the long fast dance of progress And the long slow waltz of decay Made such a natural born couple They settled down right
There's a magic in the early morning we've found When the sunrise smiles on everything around It's a portrait of the happiness that we feel and always
If eyes are the mirror of the soul You will find in my the scorn and apathy You will read my hatred as in a curs'd book You will see yourself as I see
Aside of the Road Outside it's cold I'm walking down the road Which changed a lot since I passed it Here where now and then A bright light shines Was
ALL PRETTY HORSES Hush-a-bye, don't you cry Go to sleepy, little baby When you wake you shall have All the pretty little horses. Blacks and the bays
(Sweetheart) it is due to you that my soul has swung so low (Sweetheart) it is due to you (Sweetheart) it has come the day that my song has flown away
Pleasure in pain Desire of mortification To achieve the extreme To know the ultimate To be a slave for a moment The body offered up to cruelty To the
Don't Rain on my Parade by Bob Merrill and Jules Styne Don't tell me not to fly, I've simply got to. If someone takes a spill, it's me and not you. Don
While you are imagining, imagine for instance, The sights that you can take advantage of Look at the beautiful cloud formations below you and above
Hero's song Give me one tall ship to sail, A star to guide her by. Let me orbit unknownn worlds a thousand miles high, My lover is a
