Roger Waters - One of my turns

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Day after day
Love turns gray
Like the skin on a dying man
Night after night
We pretend it s all right
But I have grown older
And you have grown colder
And nothing is very much fun, anymore
And I can feel
One of all my turns coming on
I feel
Cold as a razor blade
Tight as a tourniquet
Dry as a funeral drum

Run to the bedroom
In the suitcase on the left
You ll find my favorite axe
Don t look so frightened
This is just a passing phase
One of my bad days
Would you like to watch TV?
Or get between the sheets?
Or contemplate the silent freeway?
Would you like something to eat?
Would you like to learn to fly?
Would you like to see me try?
Would you like to call the cops?
Do you think it s time I stopped?
Why are you running away?

Inne utwory

  • When the wind blows
  • Pigs on the wing
  • Mother
  • The powers that be
  • Southampton dock
  • Sunset strip
  • Lost boys calling
  • Get back to radio
  • Time
  • Goodbye cruel world
  • The thin ice
  • Each small candle
  • Ca ira
  • Too much rope
  • Happiest days of our lives
  • Who needs information
  • Flickering flame
  • Run like hell
  • Welcome to the machine
  • Losowe utwory

    Find yourself a safe place

    You don t give as good as you get
    You should know it s not over yet
    Find yourself a safe place to get to
    In our prayers, we pray for you

    You just repeat yourself, stuck in another world
    You just repeat yourself, stuck in another world
    You just repeat yourself, stuck in another world
    You...

    As if

    As if I m never gonna take you back,
    as if its ever gonna come to that,
    so see ya round,
    wave goodbye,
    be a bird,
    pass me by (me by)

    You, you ve got alot of nerve,
    i guess you haven t heard,
    i m doin fine out...

    Pump the plastic heart

    A piece of living meat
    Was the nicest gift I could ever give
    He never thought he d see
    A second chance, a second chance to live
    Take out the blown out valves
    A brand new shiny pump
    A technical machine
    High octane blood to clean
    Pump, pump the plastic...

    Salis par ces gens

    feat. Med Allory
    (What s Your Name?)

    Portez - les au gré du vent
    Qu ils rattrapent le temps
    Salis par ces gens
    Que rien ne sait comme avant
    Apprendre a vivre sans
    Salis par ces gens

    Dans le coeur des grands...

    Someone searching

    Face lost in the crowd
    Feet wandering empty streets
    Voice crying out loud
    Heart aching with every beat

    Someone searching
    Searching for someone
    Everywhere and endlessly
    Wishing, waiting
    Could there be someone?
    Searching for
    Someone searching

    Soul battered and bruised
    Pride wounded and left for dead
    Ears deaf to good news
    Eyes tear-drenched and sleepless red

    Oh I hear the cry
    And I know the pain
    Can...

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