If I don't get out of this I I wish,
I just want you to know that I really really love you.
So much more than I thought this world could ever hold
So much more than I thought this world could ever hold
We think we're heroes, we think we're kings
We plan all kinds of fabulous things
Oh look how great we have become
Key in the door, the moment I've been longing for
Before my bag hit the floor
My adorable children rush up screaming for a kiss,
and a story, they're a gift to this world
My only claim to glory
I surely never knew sweeter days
Blows my mind like munitions
I'm amazed
So much heaven, so much hell
So much love, so much pain
So much more than I thought this world could ever contain
So much war, so much soul
Moments lost, moments go
So much more than I thought this world can ever hold
We're just children, we're just dust
We are small and we are lost
And we're nothing, nothing at all
One bomb, the whole block gone
Can't find me children and dust covers the sun
Everywhere is noise, panic and confusion
But to some, another fun day in Babylon
I'm gonna bury my wife and dig up my gun
My life is done so now I got to kill someone
So much heaven, so much hell
So much love, so much pain
So much more than I thought this world could ever contain
So much war, so much soul
Moments lost, moments go
So much more than I thought this world could ever hold
So much more than I thought this world could ever hold
So much more than I thought this world could ever hold
So much heaven, so much hell
So much love, so much pain
So much more than I thought this world could ever contain
So much war, so much soul
Moments lost, moments go
So much more than I thought this world could ever hold
«Ως οι Ινδοί εις φυλάς, ούτω και οι Έλληνες διαιρούνται εις τρεις κατηγορίας: α) Εις συμπολιτευομένους, ήτοι έχοντας κοχλιάριον να βυθίζωσιν εις την χύτραν του προϋπολογισμού.β) Εις αντιπολιτευομένους, ήτοι μη έχοντας κοχλιάριον και ζητούντας εν παντί τρόπω να λάβωσιν τοιούτον. γ) Εις εργαζομένους, ήτοι ούτε έχοντας κοχλιάριον ούτε ζητούντας, αλλ’ επιφορισμένους να γεμίζωσι την χύτραν διά του ιδρώτος των» Εμμανουήλ Ροΐδης
Παρασκευή, Ιουνίου 15, 2007
Faithless : "Bombs"
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