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The dimming of the light makes the picture clearer
It's just an old photograph
There's nothing to hide
When the world was just beginning

I memorized a face so it's not forgotten
I hear the wind whistlin'
Come back anytime
And we'll mix our lives together
Heaven knows- what keeps mankind alive
Every hand- goes searching for its partner
In crime- under chairs and behind tables
Connecting- to places we have known
I'm looking for a

Home- where the wheels are turning
Home- why I keep returning
Home- where my world is breaking in two
Home- with the neighbors fighting
Home- always so exciting
Home- were my parents telling the truth?
Home- such a funny feeling
Home- no-one ever speaking
Home- with our bodies touching
Home- and the cam'ras watching
Home- will infect what ever you do
We're Home- comes to life from outa the blue

Tiny little boats on a beach at sunset
I took a drink from a jar
and into my head
Familiar smells and flavors

Vehicles are stuck on the plains of heaven
I see their wheels spinning round
and everywhere
I can hear those people saying

That the eye- is the measure of the man
You can fly- from the stuff that still surrounds you
We're home- and the band keeps marchin' on
Connecting- to every living soul
Compassion- for things I'll never know

Album: Everything That Happens Will Happen Today

Eras tan espectacular que no podías ser mío nada más

Tiki 4

Songwriters: DICK, DEREK WILLIAM/DEARTH III, JOHN WESLEY/SMITH, ARTHUR

She holds court, queen of all the mountains
Snow leopards hide amongst her hills,
The bong billows clouds up to the ceiling
Fresh stars day-glo in the night.
Mai-Tais at the bar, she only sees charlie at weekends,
The cocktail monkeys are climbing, a tower is chiming, faraway.
Micha is smiling back in Tiki 4
Back in Tiki 4.

One eye is all that is needed to be king of all he surveys,
Grandmaster, apprentice of architects
Design curves where others leave trails
It's freaking you out as you search for the lock on the door
Pillars of smoke are guiding you back to the floor
Back to Tiki 4
Tiki 4
Tiki 4

And the darkness zips up the city like a body bag
The good citizens are lying asleep in their beds dreaming of the day ahead
Meanwhile we're back in Tiki 4.
Tiki 4
Tiki 4
Back in Tiki 4

Renee is curled up on the sofa
Judy scratches away at her scars
Loud lines that were only a whisper
Too weak for the angels to hear
But she's proud, she got the respect of her mother
She didn't waver, straight down the lines and out of sight
Judy woke up in Tiki 4
Back in Tiki 4

And the darkness zips up the city just like a body bag
The good citizens are lying asleep in their beds dreaming of the day ahead
Meanwhile we're back in Tiki 4.
Tiki 4
Back in Tiki 4
Writing graffiti on the moon
Graffiti on the moon
Writing graffiti on the moon

Canción de amor de la joven loca

Cierro los ojos y el mundo muere; 
Levanto los párpados y nace todo nuevamente. 
(Creo que te inventé en mi mente). 

Las estrellas salen valseando en azul y rojo, 
Sin sentir galopa la negrura: 
Cierro los ojos y el mundo muere. 

Soñé que me hechizabas en la cama 
Cantabas el sonido de la luna, me besabas locamente. 
(Creo que te inventé en mi mente). 

Dios cae del cielo, las llamas del infierno se debilitan: 
Escapan serafines y soldados de satán: 
Cierro los ojos y el mundo muere. 

Imaginé que volverías como dijiste, 
Pero crecí y olvidé tu nombre. 
(Creo que te inventé en mi mente). 

Debí haber amado al pájaro de trueno, no a ti; 
Al menos cuando la primavera llega ruge nuevamente. 
Cierro los ojos y el mundo muere. 
(Creo que te inventé en mi mente) 

Sylvia Plath

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