Und immer wieder hoert man Menschen flehen
sie sind nicht vorbereitet fuer die letzte Tour.
Doch sieh mal wie der grosse, schwarze Zeiger
so unerbittlich immer weiter vorwaerts rueckt.
Und dann der kleine, wie ein zweiter Geiger
das Schwert des Schicksals, scharf und glaenzend, zueckt.
Er prueft die Seele wie den neusten Reisepass
so mancher hat nur schwarzbeschmierte Seiten
da steh ich nun, zermuerbt und im Gesichte blass
Und neben mir steh’n Nieten, Suender und die Pleiten.
They’ve gone to certain hell,sunk like a wounded shipthat rang its final bellwhile lightning from abovestruck all the free.Monsoons of salty tearsmake up new waterfalls,you mourn a precious lifeand pray that, as it nearsyou’ll have the iron ballsto play abandoned wifeand talk to me.I ask no sweet returnnothing in gold,but when the Gods adjournI’m there…
Not up to standard, though,traditionally, the expectationhad always been to shopfor more appropriate ones,at the local family florist,the trademark being cost,and plastic, as if thinly veiled.But she was poor beyond belief.the town had given her the coffin,the preacher had supplieda long-retired gown, all black.Her only son had cabled from America,that he was indisposed for this…
yet for those who had no warningfeel they’ve eaten coral liceI can highly recommendfor hangovers this recipeyou will soon be on the mendnot pickled in your misery.
between two cocos palms.The hammock having carvedimprints like woundsin sunburned skin,and I am swayingin the breeze from Torres Strait.White, flashing teethof small black devilswith coarse brown hairand fat pink lipsare playing their new game,it’s known as speer-the-fishand does have all the trimmingsof practicality and island life.I soon drift off againto melancholy distant lands,where snow-capped weather…
May I suggest you plant inside your shoessome roses, blacks and reds and also blues.It would improve the status of your feetand even cold, our feet will need to meetbefore the honeymoon when they’ll be closecan you imagine, girl, a rose between your toes?
and golden clasp on purple tiehe stopped his ship of foolsalong the road outside the shantytown.‘Say, little boy, go home you filthy rat,you bastards have no manners and no pride,polluting the environment of our great landand breeding like the rabbits of Zimbabwe.’He told the chauffeur to avoid the piles of poo,that decorated all the roadsides…
