Gary Numan - The sleeproom

Tekst :

This is a story
And this is a song
Every little thing that they
Tell you is wrong
This isn t evil
This is a sound
And this conversation is possibly down.

I know that I m not all that pretty
I know that I don t sound like I should
I don t even belong to fashion.

This is a secret
And all this is true
Everything I tell you belongs here with you
I m not a hero
I m no good
I don t belong here but my heroes should

And I m moving
And I m lying down
And I m losing
And I m losing.

This is uncertain
This is unsound
Is this a feeling or something I ve found?
This is a story
This is a song
Every little thing that I ve told you is wrong.

Inne utwory

  • You walk in my soul
  • Icehouse
  • Welcome to love
  • Outland
  • Cold metal rhythm
  • Play like god
  • The tick tock man
  • The skin game
  • Noise noise
  • This prison moon
  • O.D. receiver
  • Films
  • My love is a liquid
  • Love isolation
  • I am render
  • Tread careful
  • London times
  • Strange charm
  • A dream of siam
  • Losowe utwory

    A million and one

    (How many teardrops)
    Have I cried over you
    A million and one tears
    A million and two

    (How many lonely nights)
    Have my arms ached for you
    A million and one nights
    A million and two

    Loving you darlin ...

    Baby i want you

    Baby i want you
    Baby I want you
    Baby, I do
    Darling I love you
    Darling I love you
    Know that it s true

    Don t leave me here
    Out on my own
    Don t you know how
    I hate to be alone
    I just want to be
    Apart of...

    A morality play

    People would have to be told that if they refuse to answer questions when they might be expected to answer questions, that is something which can be used at the trial and which might strengthen the case against them.
    Hang Michael Howard, oh c mon...
    Act one, the...

    Spowiedź

    Dlaczego wciąż gdy mnie widzisz,
    Mówisz że pachnę grzechem?
    Jestem tylko człowiekiem i popełniam błędy,
    Wciąż nie wiem jeszcze droga moja którędy
    Rozdarty, załamany, krew kapie z rany,
    Przesiąknięte bandaże, mokre firany,
    Rozdarty, załamany, zasypiam, wstaję,
    Goję rany, i wciąż pijany,
    Bo tak świat wydaje się piękniejszy,

    Soul chaser

    You took the last train out into the night
    You see the outside world its rushing by
    There goes another town
    And there s no turn around
    Well the big bad city is just ahead
    And just a million lives of the living dead
    Will put the squeeze on you...