To learn something is good.

 

Waters

Waters

Walk of life

Woo-hoo, woo-hoo Here come Johnny singing oldies, goldies Be-bop-a-lula, baby what I say Here come Johnny singin' "I got a woman" Down in the tunnels, trying to make it pay He got the action, he got the motion Oh yeah, the boy can play Dedication, devotion He turnin' all the nighttime into the day The song about the sweet ole lovin' woman He do the song about the knife And he do the walk, do the walk of life Yeah, he do the walk of life Here come Johnny, gonna tell you a story Hand me now my walkin' shoes Here come Johnny with the power and the glory Backbeat, the talkin' blues He got the action, he got the motion Oh yeah, the boy can play Dedication, devotion He turnin' all the nighttime into the day The song about the sweet ole lovin' woman He do the song about the knife And he do the walk, do the walk of life Yeah, he do the walk of life Here come Johnny singing oldies, goldies Be-bop-a-lula, baby what I say Here come Johnny singing "I got a woman" Down in the tunnels, trying to make it pay He got the action, he got the motion Oh yeah, the boy can play Dedication, devotion He turnin' all the nighttime into the day And after all the violence and double talk There's just a song in all the trouble and the strife You do the walk, yeah, you do the walk of life Hmm, you do the walk of life A-woohoo Woo-hoo-hoo Woo-hoo-hoo Woo-hoo Woo-hoo-hoo

INXS

Aiming for a narrow path shakes me out into another dimension of thought. Words separate from each others in cold waters. Sentencing... 

Aiming to reach a precipice to live or to die, I marked on a map an invisible point and when I walked along a narrow path something invisible made me shake. For a moment I lost the meaning of things, the meaning of life. That was when I entered in another dimension of thought. 

The words separate from each other in cold waters. Books dive and lay in abysses. I swam in words and in texts. In stories and in tales. Sentencing my body and my mind to die in deep water. 

I walked to a precipice, read the Bible, jumped, flew, plunged into an abyss, and never found my way back home.

why we fuck everything?

why we have to fuck everything?

why we got to fuck everything?

why is everything fucked up?

why do we have to fuck everything. To destroy and kill everything?

When things are everything that we have?

wild i´m talking to you.

we have things to do together. Things to build and to live together.

We can live for a thousand years together. 

When i die you´ll be free again.

N G R

Don´t you forget about me.

Let There Be Love.