© by Florian Fritsch
(Klick macht groß)
Liberties That We Cant Do Without Seem To Disappear Like Ghosts
I’ve been stuck here in this town, if you could call it that, a year or two / I never do what I’m supposed to do / I don’t even need a name anymore / When no one calls it out, it kinda vanishes away / No one gives a damn about the things I give a damn about / The liberties that we can’t do without seem to disappear like ghosts in the air / When we don’t even care, it truly vanishes away (Jason Isbell)
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cut my teeth on the white lines of life’s endless lonesome highway
Bus stop rain…busted power train..got a broke down ’69 LTD… / I hocked my tools…to buy my brain…a funeral wreath…from the FTD / Blank billboards on the highway of life / Counterfeit bills in the neon lights / This stick-shift driven saw-dust dream / Show-biz sho’ ain’t what it seems / Little hipster dufus with the guitar in a coffin / I been copping his licks about every so often / Then I flip-flop, go the other way / I rip off the dude where the colored girls say: doo-doo-do-doo-doo-do-doo-doo-do-do-doooo-dooooo / See, I cut my teeth on the white lines of life’s endless lonesome highways / Taking stock in the horizon, shouting at every fool that come my way (Jim White)
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(Draufklick für groß)
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