I'm an alleycat with only seven lives
I'm the trouble scratching at your door
When the moon is bright and shining high
I'm getting loose just like the night before
One for

in_your_park

In the night there is
A gentle voice of silence
So low and quiet
She’ll catch me ’cos I’ve been longing.

I want to walk in your park
Cos I’m alone,
evening_wind

A summer day is gone
Listen to the evening wind
Singing tunes of (tel aviv)?
Into the setting sun
You lie in twilight sleep
Dreaming colors deep
Today all lif

rubber_fucker

Be a lover
Undercover
Be a rubber fucker
Be a lover
Like no other
Be a rubber fucker

You know that love
Ain’t easy today
So play it safe
twentieth_century_man

In the jungle of these times
Honest love's so hard to find
In the world of video
Computers tell you what to do
The worlds devoted to the Dollar sign
Remote controlle

can’t_live_without_you


fly_people_fly

And I see the tears in your eyes
The rain will fall tonight
And tonight we’ll go to the sky
Because and we fly

All together
Fly to the sky
Fly to the

lonesome_crow

Sunday’s gone
Months’re gone
Some learn they’re there
Lonesome crow
Where are they from
Where are their thoughts

No, nobody knows
Or even th

kicks_after_six

Music :francis buchholz, jim vallance
Lyrics:herman rarebell, klaus meine, jim vallance

Another morning, such as ordinary day
She's doin' time from nine to five
The

kami_o_shin_jiru

Do you say a prayer when your feeling down
Do you believe that love can turn your faith around
You’re feeling high and low, but you don’t know what to think
The world is ful

she’s_knocking_at_my_door


drifting_sun

Well, I’m sitting on a stone
Sitting all alone
Daisies are rolling down the mountain
Well see the lonesome tramp
Who’s living in the damp
Nobody’s in the valle

only_a_man

Well you know that it's hard
Being a long time apart
But it's you that I love don't you see
And when I go away
You say: Please stay okay
I want you to stay only with

dark_lady

Sitting alone in the doghouse
Thinking of you all the time
Sighing, crying
Sitting alone in the doghouse
Thinking of you all the time
Sighing, crying

Da

remember_the_good_times

Good times bad times
Bad times good times

We were twisting Chubby Checker style
In a roaring sixties summer night
We walked the moon and we were free
When Jim