di Bunnell

AMERICA

Sometimes late
When things are real
And people share the gift of gab
Between themselves

Some are quick
To take the bait
And catch the perfect prize
That waits among the shelves

But Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man
That he didn’t, didn’t already have
And cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad

So please believe in me
When I say I’m spinning ‘round, ‘round, ‘round, ‘round
Smoke glass stain’d bright colors
Image going down, down, down, down
Soapsud green like bubbles…

di Meine, Schencher

SCORPIONS

Time, it needs time
To win back your love again
I will be there
I will be there
Love, only love
Can bring back your love someday
I will be there
I will be there

Fight, babe, I’ll fight
To win back your love again
I will be there
I will be there
Love
Only love
Can break down the wall someday
I will be there
I will be there…