Robert Kasprzycki - Remis II
Tekst :
Ta dziewczyna która nigdy się ze mną nie żegnajakby wiedziała że zawsze tu jest
zawsze będzie miała siedemnaście lat
jeden zeszyt do wszystkich przedmiotów
złamane serce i ambicje na wyrost
siedząc z Adamem N (na kolanach)
usłyszy do czego służy zrozumie czym jest sława
nie jakieś efemeryczne nic drobinka pyłu
tylko niezmiennie pewna obecność w eterze
Czekając na ostatnie pożegnanie
będę stał w ciemnym korytarzu
z kredką kartką papieru nie jako artysta
jako biały przybrudzony i do nikąd pielgrzym
Inne utwory
Losowe utwory
Songs in my pockets
Honey I just can t get around it anymore
You make me feel like home is where you are
And baby I just can t run around it every morn’n
It’s time that I believe it, home is where you are
Notes in my drawers, songs in my pockets,
Fragments...
You make me feel like home is where you are
And baby I just can t run around it every morn’n
It’s time that I believe it, home is where you are
Notes in my drawers, songs in my pockets,
Fragments...
The seed of madness
When your head s exploding and your vision blurred,
the teasing torture when anger is spurred.
When the bats in your belfry won t let you sleep,
incessant insomnia or does it go more deep ?
Yet it s in all of us, catch me if I fall.
The seed of madness, the seed of...
the teasing torture when anger is spurred.
When the bats in your belfry won t let you sleep,
incessant insomnia or does it go more deep ?
Yet it s in all of us, catch me if I fall.
The seed of madness, the seed of...
Under a canoe
I roll up the sleeves
Can she bake a cathedral
Under a canoe
I m a swimmer in blue
I roll up the sleeves
She takes a lot of pictures
Of animals in water
Fish
Fish
Fish
Under a canoe...
Can she bake a cathedral
Under a canoe
I m a swimmer in blue
I roll up the sleeves
She takes a lot of pictures
Of animals in water
Fish
Fish
Fish
Under a canoe...
Dead on arrival
Tracks in his arm made him a man,
No-one could understand.
Each night he d go out shooting skag,
Met a pusher who sold him a bag.
That s why he was ..
Dead on arrival .. ..
Ran out of money so he stole a car,
tried to run but didn t get far.
Sent to prison,...
No-one could understand.
Each night he d go out shooting skag,
Met a pusher who sold him a bag.
That s why he was ..
Dead on arrival .. ..
Ran out of money so he stole a car,
tried to run but didn t get far.
Sent to prison,...
Jabberjaw
Isn t there enough to talk about?
I don t want what else is running out your mouth
Chewing my ears from my head
Will not keep me interested
I wanna put you on someone else
I wanna leave you all by yourself
If I look like I...
I don t want what else is running out your mouth
Chewing my ears from my head
Will not keep me interested
I wanna put you on someone else
I wanna leave you all by yourself
If I look like I...