Silverchair - After all these years

Tekst :

Breathe in the night
that crushed a tired sunrise
born again the day
brings you naivety

a laptop souvenir is worth its weight
in silver a golden son
you ll be home again
and I ll be home again

mend in my sleep
i m boxing under water
waddle on the wake
waking on a summer day

after all these years
forget about all the troubled times
munificent, artless and ascetic
playing like a scared
enthusiastic pawn

and every father s pain
casts a shadow over a broken son
you ll be whole again
and I ll be whole again

all those years
i was hurting to feel
something more than life

Inne utwory

  • Petrol
  • New race
  • Spawn
  • Blind
  • Paranoid (cover-version)
  • World upon your shoulders
  • Undecided
  • The door
  • Stoned
  • Pure massacre
  • Too much of not enough
  • Those thieving birds
  • Roses
  • Hollywood
  • Steam will rise
  • Reflections of a sound
  • Strange behaviour
  • Losowe utwory

    Spelling life backwards

    Left to go right on a Las Vegas night.
    Televise the crisis and crutial accident.
    Baby burns bright blue for description.
    Babies born with a broken spine.
    Take him all apart and put him back together.
    Connected by fine wires to a dynamite bouquet.

    7 Years and 50 days

    7 years and 50 days the time is passing by
    nothing in this world could be, as nice as you and I
    and how could we break up like this?
    and how could we be wrong?
    so many years, so many days
    and I still...

    Spirit in the dark

    Are you getting the spirit in the dark
    Are you getting the spirit in the dark
    People moving, ah, tell me we re grooving
    Just getting the spirit in the dark

    Tell me, sisters, how do you feel
    Tell me, my brothers, my brothers
    How do you feel
    (do you feel like dancing)
    Get up there and let...

    A world without heroes

    A world without heroes
    Is like a world without sun
    You can t look up to anyone
    Without heroes
    And a world without heroes
    Is like a never ending race
    It s like a time, without a place
    A pontless thing
    Devoid of grace

    CHORUS:
    Where you don t...

    Funny face

    Jimmy:
    Frankie, dear, your birthday gift reveals to me
    That at heart you re really not so bad.
    If I add, y our funny face appeals to me.
    Please dont think I ve suddenly gone mad.
    You have all the qualities of Peter Pan;...