Forty Six & 2

Addiction, Pain, Sorry?

It's been a while
Since I could...
Hold my head up high
It's been a while
Since I first saw you

It's been a while
Since I could stand on my own two feet again

And it's been a while
Since I could call you

And everything I can remember
As fucked up as it all may seem
Consequences that I've rendered
Have stretched myself beyond my means

It's been a while
Since I could say that I wasn't addicted

It's been a while
Since I could say I loved myself as well and...

It's been a while
Since I've gone and fucked things up
Just like I always do

It's been a while
But all that shit seems to disappear when I'm with you

And everything I can remember
As fucked up as it all may seem
Consequences that I've rendered
Gone and fucked things up again... again

Why must I feel this way?
Just make this go away
Just one more peaceful day

It's been a while
Since I could...
Look at myself straight

It's been a while
Since I said I'm sorry

It's been a while
Since I've seen the way candles light your face

It's been a while
But I can still remember just the way you taste

Everything I can remember
As fucked up as it all may seem
To me... I know this pain
Can I blame this on my father?
He did the best he could for me

It's been a while
Since I could...
Hold my head up high

It's been a while
Since I said I'm sorry

Ode To Enigma

Every one asks me how do I go on with my life
without finding my other pair of socks.

Why don't I put some order in my wardrobe also?
And live (instead) sometimes in the shed
and sometimes in the garage

But I know well how it endures, crazy door opener,
puppy love that runs for the unknown car

Love that constantly barks,
comfort does not need a nail in the head (again)
and answers does not have knight of the Jedi, you

Chorus X 2 many
My Enigma, Enigma, was a WW2 machine
my suffering (torture) I fell in love with a box of cogs
My Enigma, Enigma, the Germans had it
(it seems) that I will never find a solution to this bloody code

I say again, again
strange thing the room doesn't stop moving when you
drink too much
All things leave, go, pass, (like a) ship out of my bottom
(that) comes in the bay but does not stay in the hay,
no way, today

But I know well how it can last,
crazy love of strange green
blobs
love that runs for the unknown potty

Love that constantly asks, gets really annoying
comfort does not need this master of Jedi
and answers does not have younger ones confused
they are. Maybe

Chorus X 4
Christs sake My Enigma, Enigma, it needs some oil
my suffering (torture) I fell in love with a squeaky box
My Enigma, Enigma, what's wrong now you bloody thing
(it seems) that I will never find a solution as my hand is
stuck


From Kently

Funny Red Sheet

I can’t stand to fly
I’m not that naive
I’m just out to find
The better part of me

I’m more than a bird…I’m more than a plane
More than some pretty face beside a train
It’s not easy to be me

I wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
'bout a home I’ll never see

It may sound absurd…but don’t be naive
Even Heroes have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed…but won’t you concede
Even Heroes have the right to dream
It’s not easy to be me

Up, up and away…away from me
Well it’s all right…You can all sleep sound tonight
I’m not crazy…or anything…

I can’t stand to fly
I’m not that naive
Men weren’t meant to ride
With clouds between their knees

I’m only a man in a silly red sheet
Digging for kryptonite on this one way street
Only a man in a funny red sheet
Looking for special things inside of me
inside of me ...... inside of me ...(x2)

I’m only a man in a funny red sheet
I’m only a man looking for a dream


I’m only a man in a funny red sheet

It’s not easy ... wu.. hoo.. hoo..
It’s not easy to be me...

Too Long I Have Wandered in Winter