Fundstücke- Musik
Albert Einstein: „Mozarts Musik ist so rein und schön, daß ich sie als die innere Schönheit des Universums selbst ansehe.“ (über Mozart)

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Fundstücke- Musik
Albert Einstein: „Mozarts Musik ist so rein und schön, daß ich sie als die innere Schönheit des Universums selbst ansehe.“ (über Mozart)
A little piece of something
Falling gently down down down
No one understands you like I do
I’d rather be beside you
Everything we know so well
Tell me what you feel now
Show me what you think of it
It’s not about us anymore
It’s all about the reasons
That we think we’re fighting for
It’s not about hate
It’s not about pain we always feel
I know we have our problems
But we’re not the only ones
It’s not about you it’s not about me
It’s not about anger
It’s more about the loneliness we feel
How can I begin to
Ask for some forgiveness
For all that we have taken
There’s nothing left now
Just a little piece of something
Falling gently down down down
No one understands you no no-
Like I do
There’s nothing left now
It’s not about us anymore
It’s all about the reasons
That we think we’re fighting for
It’s not about hate
It’s not about pain we always feel
I know we have our problems
But we’re not the only ones
It’s not about you it’s not about me
It’s not about anger
It’s more about the loneliness we feel.
It’s not about us
It’s not about hate
It’s more about the loneliness we feel, can you feel it
It’s not about anger
It’s not about wanting
I know we have our problems
But we’re not the only ones, we’re not the only ones
It’s not about you, it’s not about me…
Like the dust that settles all around me
I must find a new home
The ways and holes that used to give me shelter
Are all as one to me now
But I, I would search everywhere
Just to hear your call
And walk upon stranger roads than this one
In a world I used to know before
I miss you more
Than the sun, reflecting off my pillow
Bringing the warmth of new life
And the sounds that echoed all around me
I caught a glimpse of in the night
But now, now I’ve lost everything
I give to you my soul
The meaning of all that I believed before
Escapes me in this world of none, no thing, no one
And I would search everywhere
Just to hear your call
And walk upon stranger roads than this one
In a world I used to know before
For now I’ve lost everything
I give to you my soul
The meaning of all that I believed before
Escapes me in this world of none
I miss you more
Creeping up the blind side, shinning up the wall
stealing thru the dark of night
Climbing thru a window, stepping to the floor
checking to the left and the right
Picking up the pieces, putting them away
something doesn’t feel quite right
Help me someone, let me out of here
then out of the dark was suddenly heard
welcome to the Home by the Sea
Coming out the woodwork, thru the open door
pushing from above and below
shadows but no substance, in the shape of men
round and down and sideways they go
adrift without direction, eyes that hold despair
then as one they sign and they moan
Help us someone, let us out of here
living here so long undisturbed
dreaming of the time we were free
so many years ago
before the time when we first heard
welcome to the Home by the Sea
Sit down Sit down
Sit down Sit down Sit down
as we relive our lives in what we tell you
Images of sorrow, pictures of delight
things that go to make up a life
endless days of summer longer nights of gloom
waiting for the morning light
scenes of unimportance, photos in a frame
things that go to make up a life
Help us someone, let us out of here
cos living here so long undisturbed
dreaming of the time we were free
so many years ago
before the time when we first heard
welcome to the Home by the Sea
Sit down Sit down
Sit down Sit down Sit down Sit down
as we relive out lives in what we tell you
let us relive out lives in what we tell you
Sit down Sit down Sit down
cos you won’t get away
no with us you will stay
for the rest of your days – Sit down
As we relive our lives in what we tell you
Let us relive our lives in what we tell you
Images of sorrow, pictures of delight
things that go to make up a life
endless days of summer longer nights of gloom
just waiting for the morning light
scenes of unimportance like photos in a frame
things that go to make up a life
As we relive our lives in what we tell you