Nits - Take a piece
Tekst :
Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday s goneFriday Saturday Sunday is no fun
Mr Moonshine that girl is mine
For a long time I was wrong
Take a piece of my heart
Take a piece of my heart
[I?] don t know what to do with it
As long as you re not losing it
You keep it for some years
Have you seen the magazine
The photograph where she was on
She could be a money-honey
In a wolsely sixty-one
How many years ago
I don t know
I don t know
How many years ago
I don t know
I don t know
Suddenly there s 7-up
For you and me and you did run
Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday and Sunday
Seven days they are no fun
When the lady s gone
Take a piece of my heart
[?]
Nits - The house
Tekst :
I spent some time aloneIn an old country home
Where the wallpaper looked like a landscape
In a foreign land
I took some walks alone
Around this old country home
And the landscape looked like the wallpaper
Time s slipping away
Time s slipping away
Time s slipping away
In the rooms of this home
I saw the pictures of the family still young
And I knew they were all dead and gone.
Nits - Cabins
Tekst :
(Hofstede/Kloet/Stips - Hofstede)I m taking my time
I am travelling
I am travelling
You, taking your time
You re travelling
You re travelling
It makes no difference
Where we are
What they say
Tomorrow we will sail away
Every night a falling star
In cabins
On a black sea
In cabins
On a black sea
Kiss me
I m biding my time
I m not worrying
I m not worrying
You, biding your time
You re not worrying
You re not worrying
It makes no difference
Where we are
What they say
Tomorrow we are far away
Every night a falling star
In cabins
On a black sea
In cabins
On a black sea
Kiss me
Inne utwory
- Take a piece
- The house
- Cabins
- New flat
- Yellow boat
- His first object
- Silly fool
- Under a canoe
- I try
- The bauhaus chair
- River
- Unpleasant surprise
- Saragossa
- Red tape
- Blue
- Strangers of the night
- Fire in my head
- Bungalow
- Homeless boy
Losowe utwory
Opowiedz mi
Musisz zapamiętać każdą krótką chwile
każdy szept i każdy gest
wszystkie moje miny dobre i złe godziny
To co już nie zdarzy się
chce byś o tym wiedział
ja naprawde byłam z krwi i kości stałam tu
w to co między nami tak jak ty wierzyłam
Kto zapamięta jak nie...
każdy szept i każdy gest
wszystkie moje miny dobre i złe godziny
To co już nie zdarzy się
chce byś o tym wiedział
ja naprawde byłam z krwi i kości stałam tu
w to co między nami tak jak ty wierzyłam
Kto zapamięta jak nie...
In Brooklyn
Oh I come from Pittsburgh to study astrology
She said as she stepped on my instep
I could show you New York with a walk between Fourth Street and Nine
Then out of her coat taking seven harmonicas
She sat down to play on a doorstep
Saying...
She said as she stepped on my instep
I could show you New York with a walk between Fourth Street and Nine
Then out of her coat taking seven harmonicas
She sat down to play on a doorstep
Saying...
Remis II
Ta dziewczyna która nigdy się ze mną nie żegna
jakby wiedziała że zawsze tu jest
zawsze będzie miała siedemnaście lat
jeden zeszyt do wszystkich przedmiotów
złamane serce i ambicje na wyrost
siedząc z Adamem N (na kolanach)
usłyszy do czego służy zrozumie czym jest sława
nie jakieś efemeryczne nic drobinka pyłu
tylko niezmiennie pewna obecność w eterze
Czekając na...
jakby wiedziała że zawsze tu jest
zawsze będzie miała siedemnaście lat
jeden zeszyt do wszystkich przedmiotów
złamane serce i ambicje na wyrost
siedząc z Adamem N (na kolanach)
usłyszy do czego służy zrozumie czym jest sława
nie jakieś efemeryczne nic drobinka pyłu
tylko niezmiennie pewna obecność w eterze
Czekając na...
Beacon street
When your little world has fallen apart
You ll be living on Beacon Street
In a flat above a laundry
It s warm and forgiving on Beacon Street
Hundreds of paperback novels adorning your shelves
Piles of CDs that are eager to please
Still asserting themselves
There s something in the morning light
That is muted and soft...
You ll be living on Beacon Street
In a flat above a laundry
It s warm and forgiving on Beacon Street
Hundreds of paperback novels adorning your shelves
Piles of CDs that are eager to please
Still asserting themselves
There s something in the morning light
That is muted and soft...
This time
Midnight, I m waiting for love to show, this time I won t let love go
She s late, I m waiting, last train to town, this time I can t let love down
All my life, so much wasted time, reaching out, gonna take what s mine
She s late, I m waiting, last train to town, this time I can t let love down
All my life, so much wasted time, reaching out, gonna take what s mine