The 3rd and the Mortal
Memoirs
1. Zeppoliner
Hello, hello.
Won't you get over here?
Won't you breathe me?
Won't you feel me?
Can you see me?
And the story goes like this,
Seems to be not only time for long.
Can’t remember all the time you
Shivered, breathed me like this.
Still I’m not so sure,
I’m not so sure, ooh, ooh...
Hello, hello.
Won't you get over here?
Won't you breathe the same air,
Won't you feel the same pain
As me?
Still the same place and area
And the same phrase,
And the same phrase:
“I still love you”.
I have made a great mistake
And I'm trying hard to get back you,
To look you in the eyes.
She prepared my mind for this,
So I'm not so sure,
I'm not so sure,
I'm not so sure,
I'm not so sure,
I'm not so sure,
I'm not so sure.
She prepared my mind for your soul.
And who made this too?
I shared you lying.
Hello, hello.
Won't you get over here?
Won't you breathe the same air,
Won't you feel the same as me?
It’s the same place forever.
And the same phrase,
And the same phrase:
“I still love you”.
2. Good Evening Mr. Q
My body? Oh, if I could choose
I would to ashes it reduce.
Let’s hope the fading flowers then
Would come to life and bloom again.
This is my last and final will:
Good luck to all of you, Joe Hill.
My will is easy to decide,
For there is nothing to divide.
My kin don't need to fuss and moan-
"Moss does not cling to a rolling stone."
My body? Oh, if I could choose
I would to ashes it reduce.
And let the merry breezes blow
My dust to where some flowers grow.
Let’s hope the fading flowers then
Would come to life and bloom again.
This is my last and final will:
Good luck to all of you, Joe Hill.
My body? Oh, if I could choose
I would to ashes it reduce.
Let’s hope the fading flowers then
Would come to life and bloom again.
This is my last and final will:
Good luck to all of you, Joe Hill.
My body? Oh, if I could choose
I would to ashes it reduce.
Let’s hope the fading flowers then
Would come to life and bloom again...
3. The City
I am an effort mirror.
I’m up to this contempt exceedance
Of a metropolis,
Obviously modern,
Because every known taste
Has been avoided in the furniture
And in the outsides of the houses,
As well as in the layout of the city, of the city.
Here you will not discover the least sign of every movement of superstition.
They ensure it’s more obvious,
And speech is reduced to the simplest expressions.
Live with millions of people who have no need of knowing one another,
Condemn their education, their trade and their hope in such similarity,
That the duration of the lives must be several time shorter than
According to some insane statistics.
This encased people on the contempt.
From my window, from my window,
From my window I see new ghosts rolling though thick, everlasting, cold smoke,
Our shadow on the walls, our summer night.
You, your melodies... You, your melodies... You, your melodies
In front of my cottage, which is call to the end of my heart.
Since everything here resembled death without tears.
Our acting daughter and the servant,
Our desperate love, our desperate love, our desperate love
And the pretty, pretty cry,
Cry in the mud of this street.
Death without tears, death without tears,
Death without tears, death without tears.
The entire universe is now open to us!
4. Reflection
For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.
The sunlight in my eyes makes me go blind.
You’re in images reflecting in my mind.
I can feel the spin, I can feel the spin,
I can feel the spin flowing through my veins.
We are moving closer,
We are moving closer.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Can no longer see the frequent lies.
Can no longer find a place to hide.
I can feel the spin, I can feel the spin,
I can feel the spin flowing inside.
5. Thin Dark Line
The slowest movement.
I dream in my shame.
Is it the sound of mighty winds I hear?
The slowest movement.
I dream in my shame.
Is it the sound of mighty winds I hear?
I'll let you see the perfect thing.
Could I try to find another way?
And in my life I need companions
In a place close to eternity,
Close to eternity.
The slowest movement.
I dream in my shame.
Is it the sound of mighty winds I hear?
The slowest movement.
I dream in my shame.
Is it the sound of mighty winds I hear?
I wish I was lost in my dream again.
I wish I was lost in my dream again.
This is all I know:
I will be glad of this moments I let go by
In this world of dreams.
This is all I know:
I will be glad of this moments I let go by
In this world of dreams.
My scream is silent.
My dreams are star-shaped.
My scream is silent
In this world of dreams.
And this is all I know:
I will be glad of this moments I let go by
In this world of dreams.
This is all I know:
I will be glad of this moments I let go by
In this world of dreams.
My scream is silent.
My dreams are star-shaped.
My scream is silent
In this world of dreams.
6. Fools Like Us
Instrumental
7. Those of My Kind
Cutting his brothers,
That would be good,
But still he's lacking.
Fake they should, ooh.
Cutting his brothers,
That would be good,
But still he's lacking.
Fake they should,
Faked they should have.
He was like too far to me, you know?
But now he's just an ID of death row.
I judge he too weak to strengthen to way.
I found in the crypt the disease and the pain,
And now, he should be grown.
Cutting his brothers,
That would be good,
But still he's lacking.
Fake they should, ooh.
Cutting his brothers,
That would be good,
But still he's lacking.
Fake they should,
Faked they should have.
This is something we could hear from that vicious.
Let's wait, she'll repeat. Is it you or the bitches?
So we remain this happy, I don't give a shit.
The music is crappy, the words are all here.
A bitch like living.
How will you tell me from those of my kind?
How will you know I won't fuck up your mind?
Cutting his brothers,
That would be good,
But still he's lacking.
Fake they should, ooh.
Cutting his brothers,
That would be good,
But still he's lacking.
Fake they should,
Faked they should have.
How will you tell me from those of my kind?
How will you know I won't fuck up your mind?
8. Simple Minds
Wise little man...
This gap within your mouth,
A love I bear throught mist.
A lonely, endless street:
Don't walk with whining daisies.
A mighty wind goes within me, calm and soothing.
"Lonelyness", she says, "is in all I know, all is lonely".
Lose it all to quiet stars in a cup of strange vessels.
They're tied away in the room, all alone.
Simple man, breathe, cooling.
In the rythmn, time swings.
9. Spider
Yes, I am insane,
But not really bound.
Yesterday I screamed all day
But not too loud.
I want to dream you one more night.
I want my fear to get wise.
One for good and one for all,
And one for the girl I love.
I want that.
Get out now! Get lost!
I don't want you around anymore,
Not now that I've lost you.
I still hold on...
I'm just passing by.
You’re the spider
And I am the fly.
Get out now! Get lost!
I don't want you around anymore.
I have lost you,
But still can hold on.
I'm just passing now.
You’re the spider
And I am the fly.
Yes, I am insane,
But not really bound.
Yesterday I screamed all day
But not too loud.
I want to dream myself wise.
I want to fear to get wise.
One for good and one for bad
And one for the love,
The love that I once had.
Get out now! Get lost!
I don't want you around anymore.
You're the one,
I have lost you,
But still, but still you're the one,
You're the one.
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