Please Do Not Follow Where I Am Leading
Someone Must Clear These Things Away
Here In The Burnt Out Husk Of The Morning
Struck Out With Nothing Left To Say

Yeah This Was One Hell Of A Party
Nobody Ever Got To Bed
But The Morning After's Killing Me
And I Have To Rest My Head

And Just Where Were We Trying To Get To
I Can't Recall One Single Word
And The Faces That Pushed Themselves Before You
Congeal Into One, Nothing Transferred

This Was One Hell Of A Party
And It's Still Living In My Head
But The Morning After Shines So Cold
So Follow Where I Live

This Was One Hell Of A Party
Nobody Got To Go To Bed
Let's Face It Now, It's Over
But This Morning After's Killing Me

protzubuden revisited. (short )
open-air kino am idaplatz, kreis3, umsäumt von
stylishen jugendstil-buden=killer optik
dazu rob hood and dom perignon und nett-nat.
mitternachtsflohmarkt mit flashback-tunes
pubcrawl. und wenn man im club so laut lacht, dass trotz des sounds die leute einen gewahr werden: look, these shirts wear guys...typical wife beater. damn! i laugh until my head comes off!

die grosse stadt, die nur für mich nichts hat?
feck off, man.

und nachm headache-kick straight in den zürisee, mann.
turm to dineout= i swallow until i burst.
knifes out, this one´s optimistic.