atkal nonāku konfliktā ar sevi(drīzāk jau ar to, kādu cilvēki grib mani redzēt)- pārāk ilgi uzturoties "ne savā" sabiedrībā sāk šķobīties manas trīs pamatvērtības (nu tās par attiecībām, alu un rokenrolu...)...kaut kas nav tā kā tam vajag būt, bet labi-tā tas ir visu laiku...bet ko darīt tad ja labākais draugs pēkšņi apprecās????




longing for the schoolyard . reaching for the scenes . reminded by the songs that will never disappear . random like the infants . outdated like the old . lying there in aimlessness listening to the cure . doing some rehearsal . exercising in the cold . lowering the standarts . for the six-string never rolled . whistling at the girls . and saving for the fuel . making plans and knock knock knock on wood . play some rock . play some rock . please don´t stop . coming home coming home . sentenced by our faults . we were to make in time . pleasently aware . of our solitude in mind . saved me from the boredom . of what we disavowed . encouraged by the sound . that was the sweetest one of all . admiring your senses . infected by your tongue . defenceless I believed . that we´d face anything to come . you innocently told me . you´d catch me when I fall . and solemnly we´d knock knock knock on wood . play some rock . play some rock . please don´t stop . coming home coming home . I´m not the only one ...