You've seen better days my friend but I've seen days that would not end I've seen things that never came to be sitting and sifting through the soft debris
Something I need for something something to be exactly as I see I need for something Nothing I want for nothing nothing to be the way you believe I ask
Please, tell me what to do please, to get in touch with you and I tried to call your satellite but baby you would not receive and I tried to call your
Life, your days are never gonna let you stay sunken into the same place it's not how you want to be A day will come when all you want to do is run press
In the moonlight I see my memories in a new light, they seem so real to me I remember, you know I remember And the starlight tripping in the sky come
I went down to the river to meet the widow She gave me an apple and it was red I slept in her black arms for a century She wanted nothing in return I
Took a Greyhound bus down Heart Attack and Vine With a fistful of dreams and dimes So far out I didn't know that I was in Had a taste for a life of slime
Four skulls in a square of bushes Fireworks now and all were wed They loved and walked and fed on garbage Moved pool tables with bad backs Since I hurt
APPLES DON'T FALL FAR FROM THE TREE Writer Bob Stone When I was five I put on Mama's high heel shoes And paint my face And dance across the living room
chorus denn das was wir waren macht uns zu dem der wir sind, unser leben jetzt als mann geprägt durch die erfahrungen als kind, denn das was
me, I'm nothing but a goddam liar set me loose on the wolves I am hungry = hope the sides of the dice add to seven 'cause I won't be back clean your =
My mouth was a crib and it was growing lies It didn't know what love was on that day My heart's a tiny blood clot, I picked at it It never heals it never
now she's milk and she's apples you're scotch and segregation lips like molasses you're smiling saccharine sidewalks crashing the car just to make a
( Jim Weatherly ) I took from his world and put him in mine Lord knows he tried for the longest time But it was all so useless From the very start Cause
Jesus Christ, eat your apple, it's raining cats & dogs If Happy-Go-Lucky can dance with a girl & then Cain killed his Abel in fog & I'm in denial of one
And I wake up in the mornin' With my hair down in my eyes and she says, "Hi" And I stumble to the breakfast table While the kids are goin' off to school
Delilah, the dancer from Soho Was making her way down the lane Simpson from Harrow Had fruit on his barrow He sold it for love and for gain Simpson said
1. In einem kleinen Apfel da sieht es lustig aus darinnen sind fünf Stübchen grad wie in einem Haus. 3. In jedem Stübchen wohnen zwei