It can´t rain all the time

We walked the narrow path,
beneath the smoking skies.
Sometimes you can barely tell the difference
between darkness and light.
Do you have faith
in what we believe?
The truest test is when we cannot,
when we cannot see.

I hear pounding feet in the,
in the streets below, and the,
and the women crying and the,
and the children know that there,
that there's something wrong,
and it's hard to belive that love will prevail.

Oh it won't rain all the time.
The sky won't fall forever.
And though the night seems long,
your tears won't fall forever.

Oh, when I'm lonely,
I lie awake at night
and I wish you were here.
I miss you.
Can you tell me
is there something more to belive in?
Or is this all there is?

In the pounding feet, in the,
In the streets below, and the,
And the window breaks and,
And a woman falls, there's,
There's something wrong, it's,
It's so hard to belive that love will prevail.

Oh it won't rain all the time.
The sky won't fall forever.
And though the night seems long,
your tears won't fall, your tears won't fall, your tears won't fall
forever.

Last night I had a dream.
You came into my room,
you took me into your arms.
Whispering and kissing me,
and telling me to still belive.
But then the emptiness of a burning sea against which we see
our darkest of sadness.

Until I felt safe and warm.
I fell asleep in your arms.
When I awoke I cried again for you were gone.
Oh, can you hear me?

It won't rain all the time.
The sky won't fall forever.
And though the night seems long,
your tears won't fall forever.
It won't rain all the time
The sky won't fall forever.
And though the night seems long,
your tears won't fall, your tears won't fall,
your tears won't fall
forever.

In the arms of the Angel

Spend all your time waiting
For that second chance
For a break that would make it okay
There's always some reason
To feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day

I need some distraction
Oh beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
Let me be empty
Oh and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight

In the arms of the Angel
Fly away from here...
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear

You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the Angel
May you find some comfort here...

So tired of the straight line
And everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves
at your back
The storm keeps on twisting
Keep on building the lies
That you make up for
all that you lack

It don't make no difference
Escaping one last time
It's easier to believe
In this sweet madness
Oh this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees

In the arms of the Angel
Fly away from here...
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear

You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the Angel
May you find some comfort here...

You're in the arms of the Angel
May you find some comfort here.

Loke Nyberg - Andas

En låt som jag känner igen mig mycket i


 


Blunda Miranda. Var inte rädd.
Jag är din räddande prins.
Jag ska försvara dig här vid din bädd
mot allt ont och allt mörkt du kan tänka dig finns.

Blunda Miranda. Blunda min vän.
Det finns inga monster därunder din säng.
Va sa du? Javisst kan jag titta igen.
Vad det nu ska ha för poäng.
Vad är det du pratar om? Vad då för demon?
Det där var bara grannens mobiltelefon.

Blunda Miranda, sov är du snäll.
Jag vakar här hos dig ikväll.
Ligg stilla Miranda! Ligg stilla en stund!
Vaddå? Nej, för fan! Ingen annan är här.
Snälla, försök slappna av en sekund.
Vi är ensamma här. Ja, jag svär!

Sluta att gråta! Men vad gråter du för?
Jag lovar att dörren och fönstret är låst.
Nej, ingen väntar på dig utanför!
Du hör bara stadsljud och blåst.

Vart går du? Varför ska du till din toalett?
Jaha, men då blir det din fjärde tablett.
Okej, men lämna dörren på glänt är du snäll.
Jag törs inte lämna dig ensam ikväll.

Öppna! Miranda! Öppna för satan!
Jag krossar din dörr ifall det är vad du vill.
Jag skiter väl i om det hörs ut på gatan.
Vaffan har du tagit dig till?

Du blöder ifrån ansiktet och ifrån din arm.
Lysrören skriker allting händer så fort.
Huden är kritvit men brinnande varm.
Miranda, vad fan har du gjort?

Håll käften! Jag ska inte, jag kan inte gå!
Visst älskar jag dig! Varför frågar du så?
Nu ser jag hur tårar och blod börjar blandas.
Andas! Miranda! Andas! Andas!


Nu blundar Miranda. Nu sover min vän.
Långt från demoner och fasor.
Kanske, kanhända, hon vaknar igen.
Men bredvid står prinsen i trasor.

Med en bortsprungen häst och en avbruten lans.
Miranda, vad kan jag ge dig för tröst?
Jag vet inte var jag ska hugga nånstans
när demonerna bor i ditt bröst.

 


"30 minutes to decide..."



Mama, Papa forgive me


Out of sight, Out of mind
Out of time, To decide
Do we run?, Should I hide?
For the rest, Of My life

Can we fly?, Do I stay?
We could lose, We could fail
In the moment, It takes
To make plans, Or Mistakes

Thirty minutes, a blink of an eye
Thirty minutes, to alter our lives
Thirty minutes, to make up my mind
Thirty minutes, to finally decide
Thirty minutes, to whisper your name
Thirty minutes, to shoulder the blame
Thirty minutes, of bliss, thirty lies
Thirty minutes, to finally decide

Carousels, in the sky
That we shape, with our eyes
Under shade, silhouettes
Casting shade, Crying rain...

Can we fly? Do I stay?
We could lose, we could fail...
Either way
Options change, Chances fail
Trains derail

Thirty minutes, a blink of an eye
Thirty minutes, to alter our lives
Thirty minutes, to make up my mind
Thirty minutes, to finally decide
Thirty minutes, to whisper your name
Thirty minutes, to shoulder the blame
Thirty minutes, of bliss, thirty lies
Thirty minutes, to finally decide

To decide
To decide
To decide
To decide
To decide
To decide

"We are Showroom Dummies.."



1 2 3 4 [in German]

We are standing here
Exposing ourselves
We are showroom dummies
We are showroom dummies

We're being watched
and we feel our pulse
We are showroom dummies
We are showroom dummies

We look around
and change our pose
We are showroom dummies
We are showroom dummies

We start to move
And we break the glass
We are showroom dummies
We are showroom dummies

We step out
And take a walk through the city
We are showroom dummies
We are showroom dummies

We go into a club
And there we start to dance
We are showroom dummies
We are showroom dummies

[repeat to fade]
We are showroom dummies


Mera Musik


Pink



"Dear Mr. President,

Come take a walk with me.
Let's pretend we're just two people and
You're not better than me.
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.

What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
What do you feel when you look in the mirror?
Are you proud?

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why?

Dear Mr. President,
Were you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
How can you say
No child is left behind?
We're not dumb and we're not blind.
They're all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell.

What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye?

Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don't know nothing 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh

How do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Dear Mr. President,
You'd never take a walk with me.
Would you?"

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