never belive the crap that
you're as young as you feel,
your feelings lie!

Mrs. Bigglesworth

the towering black clouds
never far behind
rained down on me again and again

Asuguo

trolle werden
in flüssigem zustand
transportiert

Asuguo

fat bellied guy, behind
the wheel of a big car,
silently sipping his beer

Asuguo

this little voice in my head
dosen't stop screaming:
'slap her right in the face!'

Mrs. Bigglesworth

unter mir
der milch kaffee
fluss

Asuguo

i no longer wanted to be
the subject of a dizraeli song
so i left the coast

Asuguo

if rainbows go from
left to right, i found the end
but no pot filled with gold

Asuguo

the passengers
of the mercedes
fulfill every cliche

Asuguo

i can survive a hike through
death valley but not
a few hours on the beach

Asuguo