Try walking in my Shoes

[lachien]

Siedzę sobie w domu. Zapaliłem świeczkę, pogasiłem światła. Puściłem ten
numer. Każdy kto go zna, wie o czy mówię. Ci, którzy nie znają znajdą go na
skrzynie Ostrowiec.Świetokrzyski. I powiem Wam jedno, może to jest nazby
intymne. Ale............łzy mi jak to sie po góralsku mówi paćkają. To pewnie
wpływ muzyki.

[lachien]

I would tell you about the things
They put me through
The pain I've been subjected to
But the Lord himself would blush
The countless feasts laid at my feet
Forbidden fruits for me to eat
But I think your pulse would start to rush

Now I'm not looking for absolution
Forgiveness for the things I do
But before you come to any conclusions
Try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes

You'll stumble in my footsteps
Keep the same appointments I kept
If you try walking in my shoes
If you try walking in my shoes

Morality would frown upon
Decency look down upon
The scapegoat fate's made of me
But I promise now, my judge and jurors
My intentions couldn't have been purer
My case is easy to see

I'm not looking for a clearer conscience
Peace of mind after what I've been through
And before we talk of any repentance
Try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes

You'll stumble in my footsteps
Keep the same appointments I kept
If you try walking in my shoes
If you try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes

Now I'm not looking for absolution
Forgiveness for the things I do
But before you come to any conclusions
Try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes

You'll stumble in my footsteps
Keep the same appointments I kept
If you try walking in my shoes

You'll stumble in my footsteps
Keep the same appointments I kept
If you try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes
If you try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes

[lachien]

Ato text do In Your Room

In your room
Where time stands still
Or moves at your will
Will you let the morning come soon
Or will you leave me lying here
In your favourite darkness
Your favourite half-light
Your favourite consciousness
Your favourite slave

In your room
Where souls disappear
Only you exist here
Will you lead me to your armchair
Or leave me lying here
Your favourite innocence
Your favourite prize
Your favourite smile
Your favourite slave

I'm hanging on your words
living on your breath
feeling with your skin
Will I always be here

In your room
Your burning eyes
Cause flames to arise
Will you let the fire die down soon
Or will I always be here
Your favourite passion
Your favourite game
Your favourite mirror
Your favourite slave

I'm hanging on your words
living on your breath
feeling with your skin
Will I always be here

[gedaro1]

Lachien nie wiedziałem, że jesteś taki romantic boys?
Nie znam tego kawałka DM(chyba nie znam). Gdzie mogę go posłuchać? Może też sobie popłaczę, ale „prawdziwy mężczyzna nigdy nie płacze mężczyzna i łzy to śmieszne to wstyd”

[lachien]

Zaraz Ci wyśle. A co do romantic boy. W dupie mam romantycznośc tego numeru.
Nien znasz mojej sytuacji, więc wal się. Bez urazy.

[michal13w]

Lachien mała prośba, jak wrzucasz coś na skrzynkę to pisz proszę Cię grzecznie i
uniżenie co to za zespół, bo później nie wiem czego słucham.

[lachien]

A co podoba się? Nie musisz wiedzieć czego Twoje ucho słucha, Tak zwykle jest
lepiej MIcha.

[lachien]

A z tego co pamiętam po kolei: Depeche Mode, The Cinematic Orchestra, Pearl Jam

[lachien]

Hey...oooh...
Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me as her body once did
All five horizons revolved around her soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn
Ooh, and all I taught her was everything
Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything?
Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...

I take a walk outside
I'm surrounded by some kids at play
I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear
Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head
I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning
How quick the sun can, drop away
And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything?
All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...
All the love gone bad turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all that I'll be...yeah...

Uh huh...uh huh...ooh...
I know someday you'll have a beautiful life, I know you'll be a star
In somebody else's sky, but why
Why, why can't it be, why can't it be mine

[ewam_1977]

Dasz rade !

[lachien]

Wiem

[lachien]

Idę spać.