EDELTRAUD 2: THE BITCH
THE BUGLE OF LONELINESS
NEW YEAR'S EVEIERAPETRA
3 THOUSANDS OF BUCKETS
Quite useless, wouldn't you say, to have regrets?
For better or for worse, things cannot change,
I stop, I buy some sweets, some cigarettes,
my own will be a delicate revenge.
I call you, no reply, have a good time,
I text you and your answer is revealing,
you're out, kid with granny, not a crime,
so much for mother's and for lover's feeling!
I wish I could be as high as you are,
I don’t need dope, some love would be a bonus,
at least some recognition from afar,
but from your side to mine you pass the onus.
The ball is in my court, I get your drift,
I'm only a musician, I hate rackets,
my songs, whether too slow or too swift,
will rinse you baby, thousands of buckets.
At least you're both ok, the kid and you,
you could have said as much and leave it there,
but no, again distorted comes the true,
I'm high, sure enough, because I care.
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