streets filled with solitary and uncertain lives
people laughing and people dying
city lights dance through the high appartment windows
a slight cool breeze enters the room
it smells like gasoline
letters are still unopened
messages are still unheard
city sounds become a nostalgic mantra
the tired body takes a rest
but allways numbly aware
for he has no lock in his door
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pkw2kcQ5Lzs
Bohren & Der Club of Gore
This album is something very special to me, so I wrote this
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