Black cloud, you saw me reading alone,
Without a dream in my heart,
Without a kitten of my own.
Black cloud, you knew just what I was there for,
You heard me saying a prayer for,
A kitten I really could care for.
And then suddenly appeared before me, the only one my arms could ever hold.
I heard somebody whisper 'wingardium leviosa'
But when I looked, that cloud had turned to a slow car!
Oh oh oh...
Black cloud, now I'm no longer alone,
Without a dream in my heart, without a slow car of my own.
You better shape up,
'Cause I need a kitten,
And instead I got a slow car.
You better shape up;
You better understand,
To my heart I must be true.
And this slow car and me are through!
We go together,
Like Alina and Chloe, Like Chloe and Alina.
Remembered forever,
As freaky freaky freaky naive-naive boom de boom de boom.
Well - a well - a well - a huh...
Tell me more, tell me more,
Will I go to heaven or to hell?
Tell me more, tell me more,
Is the slow car a joke?
Tell me more, tell me more,
Where is my sodding kitten?
Reading dreams ripped at the seams, but oh those reading nights.
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Das Herbststerben
PoetryEs war einmal ein Buch, dessen Titel schien, als könne es tiefgründig oder spannend werden. Doch seine Autorin hatte einfach langeweile und kreierte darauf hin einige Songtexte unter dem Pseudonym "Das Herbststerben". Diese genialen und ausdruckssta...
