if i only had the words to tell you
if you only had the time to understand
though i know it wouldn't change your feelings
and i know you'll carry on the best you can.
if i only had the urge to tell you
if you only knew how hard it is to say
when the simple lines have all been taken
and the radio repeats them ev'ry day.
if i never find the song to sing you
if you always find it hard to comprehend
well, you know there wouldn't be much meaning
if i had to sing those tired words again.
life goes on and on
and tonight will soon be gone
but if we try we can be sure.
if i only had the words to tell you
if you only had the time to understand
but i only have these arms to hold you
and it's all that you can ask of any man.

if i only had the words to tell you
if you only had the time to understand
but i only have these arms to hold you
and it's all that you can ask of any man.

billy joel

you opened up your door
i couldn’t believe my luck
you in your new blue dress
taking away my breath
the cradle is soft and warm
couldn’t do me no harm
you’re showing me how to give

into temptation
knowing full well the earth will rebel
into temptation

in a muddle of nervous words
could never amount to betrayal
the sentence is all my own
the price is to watch it fail
as I turn to go
you looked at me for half a second
an open invitation for me to go

into temptation
knowing full well the earth will rebel
into temptation
safe in the wide open arms of hell

we can go sailing in
climb down
lose yourself when you linger long
into temptation
right where you belong

the guilty get no sleep
in the last slow hours of morning
experience is cheap
i should’ve listened to the warning
but the cradle is soft and warm

into temptation
knowing full well the earth will rebel
into your wide open arms
no way to break the spell
don’t tell

crowded house

kaum zu glauben. ich bin jetzt gerade mal 16 tage "auf der leitung", da frage ich mich angesichts der tatsache, dass ich übers wochenende für geld an die nordsee fahre, ob mir mein blog fehlen wird. nicht nur mein blog, deiner auch...

na dann ist die alte reihenfolge in unserer fussballwelt ja wieder hergestellt. bra, arg, ger, mex. wenns bei der wm auch so ist, kann eigentlich kein aas was gegen haben, rüschtüsch?

wir heute abend da hin gefahren, zur grossbildleinwand. und was passiert? es muss natürlich schütten, donnern und blitzen, was das zeug hält... der platz war natürlich in sekunden wie leergefegt und alles in den umliegenden kneipen verschwunden. wir hatten glück, eine mit tv... war zwar dvb-t mit üblen aussetzern, aber besser wie nüscht, wa?
aber jetzt weiss ich, wie eine kneipe voller nasser füchse riecht... achso: glückwunsch an brasilien! so viel zeit muss sein!