sh Fürstenfeld After all the day comes to an end and the night begins Someone is singing Blowin In The Wind in the Kärntner Street He has on a green coat, hes standing there totally forlorn And St.Stephens(Cathedral) is watching down onto the poor Styrian boy Hed like to try his luck in the big foreign city He believed that his music would launch him onto the title page of the Rennbahnexpress (newspaper) Now the dream is over, burst like soap bubbles, nothings left Beside some Schillings inside his guitar case Ive been already standing here for weeks, Ive been struggling here for weeks, I play my guitar till my fingers are sore And I even sing “Here comes the sun“ But its enough to drive you mad, No one likes to hear me sing Ive just about had really enough, I wonder what Im doing there The winds been blowing there the whole day, Only construction sites everywhere, so that no one is able to find anything Boiled sausages are terrible And in the cafe you burn out yourself (Refrain:) Id like to go home, I feel so lonely here I dont need the high society, Id like to go home to Fürstenfeld They wrote in the newspaper: There is a scene, you have to go there Shall they write what they like, I dont mind, the scene can go hang So, yesterday I went to the U4, A lass starts to talk to me Black lips, green hair, One can really get scared, thats true (Refrain) Ill never play in Vienna again, Vienna doesnt deserve me At best, Ill play in Graz, Sinalbelkirchen and Stinatz I dont need no belt, I dont need no ring, Id like to go back behind the Semmering I just need this little money For the fare to Fürstenfeld
Posted on: Sun, 16 Nov 2014 12:39:24 +0000
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