And you can’t save the world on your own
Forget about the cause
Press rewind then stop and pause
Manični stoicizam
DonTravolta Vas nekad uspavljuje, a nekad razbuđuje, a nekad možete uzeti i po vlastitom nahođenju.
Uz muzički program, kojem je jedini preduvjet da postoji tekst u pismama, DonTravolta kaže i kako se osjeća i šta misli o tome šta mu je u to vrime na pameti, najčešće nepovezano s muzikon.
Valjda će bit ok?
Keep your legs from shaking, fill your eyes with new tears
I’m sweating tears
I’ve been there and I am there still
Mid-aftermath
Heroic and colossal baby
When you look back
‘Cause I’ve been gunning for redemption and I think I’ll hit the bullseye soon
Put on a gown that touches the ground
Float on a river forever and ever
All our plans were made on streets the winter paved
So scorn divine and mourn the pride
The cold has spoken and drawn the line
They laughed at me in New York City
Called me a fool in L.A
I doubt that Nashville saw me coming
Besides the bar folks working late
Punk songs, I thought that they were different
I thought that they could end
No, no it was a deception
The number of tears and the number of beers
Were dried out and uncounted for a number of years
Into your eyes where the moonlight swims
Kid, you better look around
How long you think that you can
Run that body down?
How many nights you think you can
Do what you been doin’?
My brothers gather round me, they see me when I’m down
Chewed into shape like a stone on the shore
But if there was lightning in me
You’d know who it was for
With his eyes on the TV
And his three points on the home team
Gin in his blood from a lifetime in front of some barkeep.
Jokes in his head to break up the ice at the parties
A whole lifetime trying to find someone to laugh
After the death of the punchline.
Love Songs on the Radio
The lamb can wander from the flock
In shopping malls and parking lots
Sometimes the shepherd brings him back
Some nights the wheels just spin
Sometimes the mind, for reasons we don’t necessarily understand, just decides to go to the store for a quart of milk.(and never comes back)
Well, he cursed all the roads and the oil men
And he cursed the automobile
Said; “This is no place for an hombre like I am
In this new world of asphalt and steel.”
