I've taken tongue to pen and ink to blood stream... the venemous kind. I've spilled my guts on your favorite blue jeans, and you didn't mind. It's not
Hast du mir denn nichts mehr zu sagen bist du taub und stumm? Bleibt am Ende unserer Liebe nur das Wort "warum"? Hast du kein Gefühl mehr fü
Myriad choice of his fate Set themselves out upon a plate For him to choose What had he to lose? Not a ghost bloodied country All covered with sleep
Home is something you don't have. The eyes that look through all these pages. The one that's devilishly foolish. The eyes that make us gray. Once...
Please baby let me sit by your fire I'll steal all of the things that you desire Midnight's howl and jukebox love Are the only things I'm dreaming of
The myriad choices of his fate Set themselves out upon a plate For him to choose What had he to lose Not a ghost bloodied country All covered with sleep
Vertaling: Roy Swart. En drome in sy fluweel.
Vertaling: Lenny Kravitz. Swart katoen fluweel (Album Version).
Vertaling: Geen Meer Swart. Nog nooit gehoor van Corduroy.
Vertaling: Velvet Underground. Die swart engel se Death Song.
Vertaling: Velvet Underground. Swart Angel se Death Song.
: [Poem by Raymond, Music by Theatre of Tragedy] An artist is what is call'd the self that the brush holdeth - Though hath it then caringly caress'd
: The myriad choices of his fate Set themselves out upon a plate For him to choose What had he to lose Not a ghost bloodied country All covered with
You, You don't know where you're going. To the place that you and me are ????? Take, All these signs as a warning. Keep them all in mind, then leave
Hast du mir denn nichts mehr zu sagen, bist du taub und stumm ? Bleibt am Ende unserer Liebe nur das Wort ... warum ? Hast du kein Gefuhl mehr fur die
Hast du mir denn nichts mehr zu sagen, bist du taub und stumm? Bleibt am Ende unserer Liebe nur das Wort "warum"? Hast du kein Gefuhl mehr fur die Wirklichkeit