I hear my name being whispered
In the morning
Do you read me?
Who am I? Am I sound?
I remember my name
I know this sanctuary chime
The sound of the ticking rain
Then I step outside the blind alley
There you swallow my eyes and ears
I'm consumed by your vile disorder
Feel my weary heart expanding
Oh vulgar city you gave birth to me
When this riotous life leaves me alone
All the birds of the world will fly over
Reposing on this hidden rooftop
Where I'll grow white tulips all year through
But now the rooms are split in half
And I'm stuck on sides without doors
Though cats like us are solitary
The unavoidable nature of the beast
guess I did make my name out of my drumming, and I have the big drum sets, and I'm doing all these crazy, odd-time signatures, so, yeah, I guess drumming was very important to what made me popular.
Man made the cars to take us over the road
Man made the train to carry the heavy load
Man made electric light to take us out of the dark
Man made the boat for the water, like Noah made the ark
Man thinks about our little bitty baby girls and our baby boys
Oi jau cia turetu padirbeti viesuju rysiu specialistai.welcome to XXI century Negi nesimato kad rusai iki mano amziaus megsta vakarietiska kultura.ta pati muzika filmai drabuziai keliones.jiems priklauso ateitis te seniai pasilaidoja po tankais o ne jie