τιμ φάιτ

 

εδώ:

ένιγουέϊζ…

 ο κόσμος έχει και δουλειές…

και τώρα τραγούδι,

(Yeah, yeah, oh-yeah, what condition my condition was in)

 

I woke up this mornin’ with the sundown shinin’ in
I found my mind in a brown paper bag, but then…
I tripped on a cloud and fell eight miles high
I tore my mind on a jagged sky
I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in

 

(Yeah, yeah, oh-yeah, what condition my condition was in)

I pushed my soul in a deep dark hole and then I followed it in
I watched myself crawlin’ out as I was a-crawlin’ in
I got up so tight I couldn’t unwind
I saw so much I broke my mind
I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in

(Yeah, yeah, oh-yeah, what condition my condition was in)

Someone painted “April Fool” in big black letters on a dinged-in sign
I had my foot on the gas as I left the road and blew out my mind
Eight miles outta Memphis and I got no spare
Eight miles straight up downtown somewhere
I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in

I said I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in
Yeah yeah oh-yeah

εδώ:

somehow…

σε βλέπω τώρα…

εδώ:

whatever…

κάποτε λέω, καλή καρδιά…

εδώ: & εδώ:

 

baltimore

Beat-up little seagull On a marble stair Tryin’ to find the ocean Lookin’ everywhere Hard times in the city In a hard town by the sea Ain’t nowhere to run to There ain’t nothin’ here for free Hooker on the corner Waitin’ for a train Drunk lyin’ on the sidewalk Sleepin’ in the rain And the poeple hide their faces And they hide their eyes ’cause the city’s dyin’ And they don’t know why Oh, baltimore Man it’s hard just to live Oh, baltimore Man it’s hard just to live, just to live Get my sister sandy And my little brother ray Buy a big old wagon Gonna haul us all away Livin’ in the country Where the mountain’s high Never comin’ back here ’til the day I die Oh, baltimore Man, it’s hard just to live Oh, baltimore Man, it’s hard just to live, just to live

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