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Karl Ruprecht Kroenen
Everything goes to hell...
...anyway!
... 
23rd-Sep-2011 02:00 pm
I am now a Gypsy without a caravan. Or a crystal ball.


song of the day ...


In a wooden boat in the shipping lanes with the freighters towering over me

I can hear the jets flying overhead making lines across the darkening sky

And when the sun is going down I can take a taxi into town

And the waiter at the restaurant sets a table just for one



Wheels keep on spinning round, spinning round, spinning round

Wheels keep on spinning round, spinning round and round



So I had a plane to take me to a place so far away from you

Eventually we began to see that we could be completely free

And I could get away from you and you could get away from me

And we could live each separately in our city in the sun



Wheels keep on spinning round, spinning round, spinning round

Wheels keep on spinning round, spinning round and round



In a seedy karaoke bar by the banks of the mighty Bosphorus

Is a Japanese man in a business suit singing Smoke Gets In Your Eyes

And the muscular cyborg German dudes dance with sexy French Canadians

While the overweight Americans wear their patriotic jumpsuits



Wheels keep on spinning round, spinning round, spinning round

Wheels keep on spinning round, spinning round and round



Spinning round

Wheels keep on spinning round, spinning round, spinning round

I don't know

Why you say you are not in love with me?
Gloom
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