Tag: Germany

Our lives were quiet there
But you don’t have houses
They were knocked down
We do not live in palaces
No locksmith can open that door
There was a sadness in the stillness of dusk
It didn’t add up to much of a life
His math let him down again
I can haunt you as good as any ghost
Hover through the fog and filthy air
She had a bruise on her face
From here you can see everything
Life is a long way
The scientific life is fraught with peril
And the wolf behowls the moon
These bloggers are an angry bunch
He had large hands
Maybe the camera was his shield
I used to sing in a choir
I know how to sing
This princess of pure white
I wonder if the lion be to speak
When fishes flew and forests walked
I’m too young to be tattooed
I am ‘Hula Pig’
I doubt there’re any monkeys here
This was not my idea
Save the pancakes for later
To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle
Bad Duck
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I dance attendance here
A new point we have in common
1971 was the Year of Spaghetti
Art thou a silk-worm?
Call me Ishmael
They forgot to feed the dog
Cats often disappear like that
Walking is a whole lot better
You forgot the coffee
I’ve stopped thinking about things at night
Maybe cats aren’t so common in Hokkaido
"Dis Not Plan Me Have in Mind, Floyd"