ALIEN
Tears have become seeds of sadness
lapsed into sediments of lonliness
a taste of bitter losses cannot be denied
more and more I feel like flotsam and jetsam
swept upon a distance shore
no prospect ever to be found
Parts sadly stages and performed
in situations lacking communication
the best show fails to meet the expectations
no reply’s under way on serious intimations
Hail, hail the alien
longing for attention
Seized down and shaped to lonely decades
fallen fast and far from the estate of grace
a silent presence of isolation breeds
turmoil, confusion and tormenting threats
I’m creeking on bleak circuit
through ancient deserts of pain
Save, save the alien
refrain from receding
Parts sadly stages and performed
in situations lacking communication
the best show fails to meet the expectations
no reply’s under way on serious intimations
Hail, hail the alien
longing for attention
Save, save the alien
refrain from receding
lapsed into sediments of lonliness
a taste of bitter losses cannot be denied
more and more I feel like flotsam and jetsam
swept upon a distance shore
no prospect ever to be found
Parts sadly stages and performed
in situations lacking communication
the best show fails to meet the expectations
no reply’s under way on serious intimations
Hail, hail the alien
longing for attention
Seized down and shaped to lonely decades
fallen fast and far from the estate of grace
a silent presence of isolation breeds
turmoil, confusion and tormenting threats
I’m creeking on bleak circuit
through ancient deserts of pain
Save, save the alien
refrain from receding
Parts sadly stages and performed
in situations lacking communication
the best show fails to meet the expectations
no reply’s under way on serious intimations
Hail, hail the alien
longing for attention
Save, save the alien
refrain from receding
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lovehunter - 7. Mrz, 13:04
Songnotiz
Zu einsamen Jahren verdammt zu sein - dieses Gefühl hatte mit knapp 30 Jahren einen großen Schrecken für mich. Strandgut, an den Rand des Lebens gespült...es war eine existentielle Traurigkeit, aus deren Fängen ich mich nicht befreien konnte. Es schien, als würden ich und das Leben neben einander existieren. Jede Geste des Bemühens bei den Frauen scheiterte schon an deren Ignoranz. Es war deprimierend und aussichtslos. Ich war ein Alien.
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