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8 Ron Sexsmith – Imaginary Friends

Der Song hat mich durch eine gesundheitlich schwere Zeit begleitet.

Imaginary friends
They will always let you down
And when all the good times end
You won’t be seeing them around

For they run where the action is
And they’ll cross you off their list
Do you comprehend now
To imaginary friends
You don’t exist
No

They’ll ask you where you’ve been
But never wait for your reply
They’ll meet you when your ship comes in
But never meet you eye to eye

As all the friends who’ve been
Real and true
Wonder who you’re talkin‘ to
One thing you can depend on
Imaginary friends
They can’t see you
No

You can paint them a beautiul picture
But they won’t understand
You can count all your friends
On the fingers
Of one scalded hand

Imaginary friends
They will always leave you hanging
And you won’t see them again

For they’ve gone where the action is
And they’ve crossed you off their list
Do you comprehend now
Imaginary friends They don’t exist
No

Imaginary friends
They don’t exist
No

Imaginary friends
They don’t exist
No no no

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7 The View – The Don

Tolles erstes Album und das war’s

MitchRyderwow… über 26000 posts… und das in letzter zeit nur über unser unterforum

naja, die ersten 10000 sind ja nur „…“ :lol:

MarBeckTolles erstes Album und das war’s

ich hab gerade ein Déjà-vu…

5 The Indelicates – Waiting For Pete Doherty to Die

Nur als Demo verfügbar:

Buy all the papers,
Sell them on ebay;
Your dissertation is due in two days.
Read the tributes on the ’net,
Move on, try to forget,
Find out what a french man says,
Cut the words into your chest,
Bleed for days,
Stumble home in a haze:

We know so much
We know so much

We’re sitting on the hillside
Contemplating our careers.
The sun slowly sets –
The city disappears.
All the things we understand and
All the things we try:
Waiting for Pete Doherty to die…

Someone come and tap this pain!
I haven’t cried since Kurt Cobain.
Take my money all away
I never earned a penny anyway
Give me drugs and give me sex and
Blood diseases! Broken legs!
Give me peace and give me news
Cry me to sleep with the blues.

We know so much
We know so much

We’re sitting on the hillside
Contemplating our careers.
The sun slowly sets –
The city disappears.
All the things we understand and
All the things we try:
Waiting for Pete Doherty to die…

And love must have
What love wants
And love must have
What love wants

We’re sitting on the hillside
Contemplating our careers.
The sun slowly sets –
The city disappears.
All the things we understand and
All the things we try:
Waiting for Pete Doherty to die…

We’re sitting on the hillside
Contemplating our careers.
Everything seems grey these days,
Perhaps it’s been that way for years?
We won prizes for our youth
In the days gone by
Now we’re waiting for Pete Doherty to die.