Time flies but some things stay. Like the Loss.
and it was for me a really good one! well which one?
the one when I found energy to clean my flat?
the one when i decided to sell my TV?
the one when i found an really cool present for the friends i will visit next week-end?
the one when i found an incredibly sexy coktaildress for my litle self?
then one when i was sipping Eskilstuna tea while listening to some reaggae music?
or the one when i will write a letter to my grand mother?
shit! it was 6 hours! At least, it seems like a good day! Me likes!
My TV is for sale. Who wants?
I was 4 years old when they were performing at Wembley, but the first music (it was a tape) that i bougth by myself was “queen best of” and i bought it in Stuttgart. So tonight, just because it never gets old, only for you public:
Pressure pushing down on me
Pressing down on you no man ask for
Under pressure – that burns a building down
Splits a family in two
Puts people on streets
It’s the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming ‘Let me out’
Pray tomorrow – gets me higher
Pressure on people – people on streets
Chippin’ around – kick my brains around the floor
These are the days it never rains but it pours
People on streets
Turned away from it all like a blind man
Sat on a fence but it don’t work
Keep coming up with love
but it’s so slashed and torn
Why – why – why ?
Love love love love love
Insanity laughs under pressure we’re cracking
Can’t we give ourselves one more chance
Why can’t we give love that one more chance
give love give love give love give love give love
‘Cause love’s such an old fashioned word
And love dares you to care for
The people on the edge of the night
And love dares you to change our way of
Caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is ourselves
How do you think Im going to get along,
Without you, when youre gone
You took me for everything that I had,
And kicked me out on my own
Are you happy, are you satisfied
How long can you stand the heat
Out of the doorway the bullets rip
To the sound of the beat
i think of you Leopold. And your mummy and pappy too. Hold on, please!
oh yeah, i received my new friend tonight! oh yeah!