Oh look at how she listens
She says nothing of what she thinks
She just goes stumbling through her memories
Staring out on to Grey Street

She thinks, 'Hey,
How did I come to this?
I dream myself a thousand times around the world,
But I can't get out of this place'

There's an emptiness inside her
And she'd do anything to fill it in
But all the colors mix together - to grey
And it breaks her heart

How she wishes it was different
She prays to God most every night
And though she swears it doesn't listen
There's still a hope in her it might

She says, 'I pray
But they fall on deaf ears,
Am I supposed to take it on myself?
To get out of this place'

There's loneliness inside her
And she'd do anything to fill it in
And though it's red blood bleeding from her now
It feels like cold blue ice in her heart
When all the colors mix together - to grey
And it breaks her heart

There's a stranger speaks outside her door
Says take what you can from your dreams
Make them as real as anything
It'd take the work out of the courage

But she says, 'Please
There's a crazy man that's creeping outside my door,
I live on the corner of Grey Street and the end of the world'

There's an emptiness inside her
And she'd do anything to fill it in
And though it's red blood bleeding from her now
It's more like cold blue ice in her heart
She feels like kicking out all the windows
And setting fire to this life
She could change everything about her using colors bold and bright
But all the colors mix together - to grey
And it breaks her heart
It breaks her heart

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Sitting still as stone watching - watching
People walking by you wondering why
No one ever stops to talk or thinks about it – if they ever did
What if God shuffled by?

One day we might see
Doing not a thing
Breathing just to breathe
We might find some reason

But rushing around seems what's wrong with the world
Don't lose the dreams inside your head
They'll only be there til you're dead
Dream

Lying on the roof counting
The stars that fill the sky I wonder if
Someone in the heavens looking back down on me – I'll never know
So much space to believe

Funny when you're small
The moon follows the car
There's no one but you see
Hey, the moon is chasing me

I worried if I looked away she'd be gone
Don't lose the dreams inside your head
They'll only be there til you're dead
Dream

Walking through the wood
No cares in the world
The world has come to play
She's all mine just for a day

There's not a moment to lose in the game
Don't let the troubles in your head
Steal too much time you'll soon be dead
So play

All fall down
It won't be so long now
Out of the darkness comes light like a flash
You think you can you think you can
Sometimes that is the problem
Dream little darling dream

Spinning on the wind
The leaf fell from the limb



But everyday should be a good day to die
Oh all fall down
It won't be too long now
Every fire dies
I find it hard to explain how I got here
I think I can I think I can
Then again I will falter
Dream little darling dream

Spinning on the wind
The leaf fell from the limb

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Neon shines through smoky eyes tonight
It's 2 am - I'm drunk again it's heavy on my mind
I could never love again so much as I love you
Where you end where I begin is like a river going through
Take my eyes take my heart I need them no more
If never again they fall upon the one I so adore
Excuse me please one more drink
Could make it strong cause I don't need to think
One drink to remember then another to forget
Excuse me please one more drink
Could make it strong cause I don't need to think

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Run to your dreaming when you're alone
Unplug the TV and turn off your phone
Get heavy on with digging your ditch
Cause I'm

Digging a ditch where madness gives a bit
Digging a ditch where silence lives
Digging a ditch for when I'm old
Digging this ditch my story's told

Where all these troubles weigh down on me will rise
Run to your dreaming when you're alone
Where all these questions spinning round my head will die, will die, will die

Run to your dreaming when you're alone
Unplug the TV and turn off your phone
Get heavy on with digging your ditch
Cause I'm

Digging a ditch where madness gives a bit
Digging a ditch where silence lives
Digging a ditch for when I'm through
Digging this ditch I'm digging for you

Where all these worries wear down on me will rise
Where all these habits pull heavy at my heart will die

Run to your dreaming when you're alone
Not what you should be or what you've become
Just get heavy on with digging your ditch
Cause I'm

Digging a ditch where madness gives a bit
Digging a ditch where silence lives
Where all these disappointments that grow angry out of me will rise
Will die, will die, will die

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Look at this big - eyed fish swimming in the sea oh
How it dreams to be a bird swoop and diving through the breeze
So one day caught a big old wave up on to the beach
Now he's dead you see beneath the sea is where a fish should be

But oh God
Under the weight of life
Things seem brighter on the other side
You see this crazy man decided not to breathe
He turned red and blue - purple, colorful indeed
No matter how his friends begged and pleaded the man would not concede
And now he's dead you see the silly man should know you got to breathe

Story of a man,
Who decided not to breathe.
Turned red, purple, then blue.
Colorful indeed.
No matter how his friends begged,
Well, he would not concede,
And now he's dead.
You see, cause everybody knows,
You got to breathe.

But, oh God,
Under the weight of life,
Things seem brighter on the other side...
Lighter on the other side...

Another one: See this monkey sitting on a tree,
One day, decided to climb down,
And run off to the city.
Look at him now, Tired and drunk
And living on the street.
As good as dead.
You see, a monkey should know,
Stay up your tree.

But, oh God,
Under the weight of life,
Things seem brighter on the other side.
Oh, God,
But under the weight of life,
Things seem much brighter on the other side.

No way, no way, no way.... out... of here...

Another one: A big eyed fish,
Yeah, swimming in the sea,
Oh, how he dreamed.
He wants to be a bird,
Swooping, diving through the breeze.
One day, he caught a big blue wave,
Up onto the beach,
And now he's dead.
You see, a fish's dream,
Should stay in the sea.
But, oh God,
Under the weight of life,
Things seem brighter on the other side.

No way... no way...no way...out... of here...

No way out of life.

....smurtta e zaminanie samotno...

ne e nujno chovek da spodelia i da dopsajda na drugite za da mu mine.
dovolna sum.
pochti.................

....smurtta e zaminanie samotno...

Незнам какво е станало със теб ... но се чудя какви са тези писания на латински... така отгоре отгоре погледнато , мязат на стихове... та... питам се ???? какво стана със хубавите български стихотворения , и със хубавия български език ?

Аз така или иначе нищо не разбрах от дългата тирада на английски , и едва ли ще си направя труда да разбера ...

Жалкото е че все по често хората се отдават на упадъчната западна идеология , и се влачат по течението единствено само затова, че е модерно .

А какво да кажем ние с гайдата?

Наскоро минавах по Славейков дето породават разни картички , и ми направи вчепетление че има много поздравителни картички със разгологъзен Дядо Коледа... а едно времееее ехееее , имаше много хубави картички и стилни и изчистени от западната отровна пропаганда.

Сега какво да разбирам от този гъзурчест се Дядо Коледа , че ше ми дойде с гол гъз ли на връх Нова Година ;-)

Ениуей ...

Абе няма милост.

"Жалкото е че все по често хората се отдават на упадъчната западна идеология , и се влачат по течението единствено само затова, че е модерно . "
moderno shteshe da mi e ako go praveh ot 1-2 godini, az go pravia otkakto se pomnia...
mi, ako ne si zabeliazal pisha s latinski bukvi - poneje mi e po lesno
slusham "latinsko bukvena" muzika - poneje mi po haresva, smislovo, tekstovo, zvukovo.....
niama nujda da razbirash :-) nali pone si razbral do kakuv izvod sum stignala....
samo edno ne razbiram v sebe si - zashto sled kato sum se zaobikolila s tolkova latinici se draznia che taia skapana Koleda se praznuva na 24, a ne kakto si beshe predi m? ili burkam che ia praznuvahme na 7 ianuari?

....smurtta e zaminanie samotno...

Аз не си спомням на 7-ми януари да е имало нещо...

Ама какво ли разбирам аз от празници... ;-))

Абе няма милост.

Не грешиш .
Значи като бях малък и ни събираха в училището с вратовързките белите ризки значките и червените знаменца по повод ВОР-а пояснявам Великата Октомврийска Революция та седя си аз си се чудя бе аджаба що тия хора празнуват октомврийската ревалюция през ноември и нещеш ли дълги години след това без да искам разбрах че някъде след първата световна война зели че актуализирали календара с 14 дена и затова тя се преместила през новембри. Та по същата причина зели че и актуализирали и празниците та Коледа си се върнала на 25 декември дето си е била и преди самоче братушките не се съгласили и си я карали по стар стил и тя им се паднала на 7 януари те и затова нямат Дядо Коледа щото той идваа хехееее чак една седмица след големия запой, а кой ти има тогава желание и особено липса на главоболие че да ти гледа за разни дедо Коледовци и те ти Дед Мароз впрочем него отдавна не съм го виждал.

"Мързелуващото си полегналочовечковче"