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Bottle of Jameson’s, respect from my father and a cuddle.
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PLan B – Everyday
Chorus
Every morning when I wake
every morning when I wake
this is my life everyday this is my life everyday
Wake up in the morning notice something aint right
coz although the sun is shinning there is no light
I open up my curtains wipe the sleep from my eyes to tired to realise Ive lost my sight
blinded by my ignorance I prepare my self for the day, thinking this sinking feeling will go away
as I set off on my track the little voice in my head says turn back, but when I want to turn back its too late
darkness surrounds me drowning me in sorrow, coz I know today will be no different from tomorrow
hope is quickly fading soon Ill be too far gone for saving my soul will go and leave my body hollow
and still in the face of adversity I search for an inner strength try and stand firm with both fists clenched
but I cant find my heart its like the ******* things deserted me it used to be there this makes no sense
so I pray to a god that Im not even sure if I believe in
to help me in my hour of need and keep me breathing
I pray to this god that created a place called Eden
a paradise to put Adam and Eve in
but I dont think he hears me speaking
Im starting to weaken
now Im reaching for whats fake
poisoning my body to escape
suddenly Im overwhelmed with optimism my shoulders no longer feel the weight
yeah life feels great but its fake.
Chorus
Verse 2
Its fake coz I know the smile on my face is only there coz Im too intoxicated to care
that inside my soul I cant find no hope just a gaping whole where it used to be there
an amendable tear
that when Im sober hurts more than I can bare
it just aint fair
and soon Ill be back in normality
when the poison wears off and my whole bodies aching from the pain of reality
the pain of reality starts to grab at me
love is a fallacy and Im staring straight at death as it tries take another stab at me
Im down on my knees
and Im begging
someone hear me please answer my questions
why is my life just one big deep depression
is this gods way of teaching me a lesson
forgive me father for I have sinned
this is my confession
I do bad things and I dont know why I do them
I try to do good deeds but people see right through them
I cant get close to no one, coz they wont let me
how can I feel like a man if they dont respect me
is that my heart?
I feel starting to sink
as the more I talk Im starting to think
that maybe I feel this way because of the mistakes Ive made and it aint got shit to do with no one else
I can only blame myself
its me whos bad for my health
and only I can rectify what is wrong in my life if only I tried a little bit harder
it all comes down to a choice what would I rather
stay how I am and watch the days get darker or forgive myself, get on with my life
and not look back after
Lena Meyer-Landrut Neopolitan Dreams + Lyrics + übersetzung
Lyrics
You’re gone, I’ll be okay,
I can dream the rest away
It’s just a little touch of fate, it’ll be okay
It sure takes its precious time,
but it’s got rights and so have I
I turn my head up to the sky
I focus one thought at a time
I do not let the little thieves
under my tightly buttoned sleeve
You couldn’t be alone,
the time I feel like I am walking blind
I have no where I’ll have time
There are no legible signs (x2)
I like the way that you talk,
I like the way that you walk.
It’s hard to recreate such an individual gait
You wait your turn in the queue,
You say your sorries and thank you’s
I don’t think you’re ever
A hundred percent in the room
No, you’re not in the room,
you are not in the room.
Deepest of the dark nights
here lies, the highest of highs
Neopolitan Dreams, stretching out to the sea
You wait your turn in the queue,
You say your sorries and thank you’s
I don’t think you’re ever
A hundred percent in the room
You are not in the room (x2)
Übersetzung
Du lebst weiter, ich komm schon klar,
Ich kann mich wegträumen
Es ist nur ein kleines bisschen Schicksal, es wird okay sein
Es braucht sicher seine wertvolle Zeit, aber es gibt Prinzipien und die habe ich auch
Ich wende meinen Kopf gen Himmel
Beachte nur einen Gedanken nach dem anderen
Ich lasse die kleinen Diebe nicht unter mein straff geknöpftes Hemd
Ich konnte nicht allein sein zu dieser Zeit, ich fühle mich, als ob ich erblinde
Ich hab keinen Platz, aber ich hab Zeit
Da sind keine lesbaren Zeichen [2x]
Ich mag wie du redest,
Ich mag wie du läufst.
Es ist schwer so eine Gangart nachzubilden
Du wartest in der Schlange,
Du sagst Entschuldigung und Dankeschön
Ich glaub enicht dass du
100%ig anwesend bist
Du bist nicht anwesend [2x]
Dunkelste aller dunklen Nächte
Hier liegt die höhste aller Höhen
Neapelträume, kommen über die See
Du wartest in der Schlange,
Du sagst Entschuldigung und Dankeschön
Ich glaube nicht, dass du 100%ig anwesend bist
Du bist nicht anwesend [2x]
ARTE Gladio – Geheimarmeen in Europa
Peter Weinmann über Zwang und Gewalt in der Psychiatrie
Peter Weinmann spricht auf dem Selbsthilfetag des Landesverbands Psychiatrieerfahrener Baden-Württemberg am 10.12.2011 in Stuttgart über Zwang und Gewalt in der Psychiatrie. Er glaubt an die Vision einer gewaltfreien Psychiatrie.