I don't want to wait anymore I'm tired of looking for answers
Take me some place where there's music and there's laughter
I don't know if I'm scared of dying but I'm scared of living too fast, too slow
Regret, remorse, hold on, oh no I've got to go
There’s no starting over, no new beginnings, time races on
And you've just gotta keep on keeping on
Gotta keep on going, looking straight out on the road
Can't worry 'bout what's behind you or what's coming for you further up the road
I try not to hold on to what is gone, I try to do right what is wrong
I try to keep on keeping on
Yeah I just keep on keeping on

I hear a voice calling
Calling out for me
These shackles I've made in an attempt to be free
Be it for reason, be it for love
I won't take the easy road

I've woken up in a hotel room, my worries as big as the moon
Having no idea who or what or where I am
Something good comes with the bad
A song's never just sad
There's hope, there's a silver lining
Show me my silver lining
Show me my silver lining

Show me my silver lining, I try to keep on keeping on

"It is sad, Frodo, how old alliances can be broken, how friendships between peoples can be lost.  And for what?"

Lay down
Your sweet and weary head
Night is falling
You’ve come to journey's end
Sleep now
And dream of the ones who came before
They are calling
From across the distant shore

Why do you weep?
What are these tears upon your face?
Soon you will see
All of your fears will pass away
Safe in my arms
You're only sleeping

What can you see
On the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the sea
A pale moon rises
The ships have come to carry you home

And all will turn
To silver glass
A light on the water
All souls pass

Hope fades
Into the world of night
Through shadows falling
Out of memory and time
Don't say: «We have come now to the end»
White shores are calling
You and I will meet again

And you'll be here in my arms
Just sleeping

And all will turn
To silver glass
A light on the water
Grey ships pass
Into the West

*
Far over - the Misty Mountains rise
Leave us standing - upon the hights
What was before - we see once more
Our kingdom - a distant light

Fiery mountain - beneath the moon
The words unspoken - we'll be there soon
For home a song - that echoes on
And all who find us - will know the tune

Some folk we never forget
Some kind we never forgive
Haven't seen the back of us yet
We'll fight as long as we live
All eyes on the hidden door
To the Lonely Mountains borne
We'll ride in the gathering storm
Until we get our long-forgotten gold

We lay under - the Misty Mountains cold
In slumbers deep - and dreams of gold
We must awake - our lives to make
And in the darkness - a torch we hold

From long ago - when lanterns burned
Untill this day - our hearts have yearned
Her fate unknown - the Arkenstone
What was stolen - must be returned

We must awake - and make the day
To find a song - for heart and soul

Some legends are told
Some turn to dust or to gold
But you will remember me
Remember me for centuries
And just one mistake
Is all it will take
We'll go down in history
Remember me for centuries

Mummified my teenage dreams
No, it's nothing wrong with me
The kids are all wrong
The story's all off
Heavy metal broke my heart

Come on, come on and let me in
The bruises on your thighs like my fingerprints
And this is supposed to match
The darkness that you felt
I never meant for you to fix yourself

And I can't stop 'til the whole world knows my name
'Cause I was only born inside my dreams
Until you die for me, as long as there's a light, my shadow's over you
'Cause I, I am the opposite of amnesia
And you're a cherry blossom
You're about to bloom
You look so pretty, but you're gone so soon

We've been here forever
And here's the frozen proof
I could scream forever
We are the poisoned youth

The King beneath the mountains,
The King of carven stone,
The lord of silver fountains
Shall come into his own!

His crown shall be upholden,
His harp shall be restrung,
His halls shall echo golden
To songs of yore re-sung.

The woods shall wave on mountains
And grass beneath the sun;
His wealth shall flow in fountains
And the rivers golden run.

The streams shall run in gladness,
The lakes shall shine and burn,
All sorrow fail and sadness
At the Mountain-king's return!

You saved my life
With blood and through sacrifice
The lessons that I've learned

I promise you I said
Never again
Never again
No never

I began with an ending
We were fighting for the world
My desire never ending
The, the race, race

Love is a dangerous game to play
Hearts are made for breaking and for pain
I'm selfish and I'm cold

I saw you on Sunday, Monday
Hanging with your man again
You came back on a Tuesday
With that cold a' look ashamed

Oh I could love you better
Better than you once knew
If you're cheaitng, cheat on
'cause cheating's just a thing you do
It's just a thing you do

I saw you on Friday, Saturday
Tearing up another heart
You came home a' crying
Why you take it all so hard?

Ohhh
I've been tortured baby
You done some things so bad to me ahh
I know

You are the one who's creeping,
You are the one who's cheating,
But if you're heart is beating,
Bring it on, bring it to me. 

So this is what you meant
When you said that you were spent
And now it's time to build from the bottom of the pit
Right to the top
Don't hold back
Packing my bags and giving the academy a rain-check

I don't ever wanna let you down
I don't ever wanna leave this town
'Cause after all
This city never sleeps at night

It's time to begin, isn't it?
I get a little bit bigger but then I'll admit
I'm just the same as I was
Now don't you understandThat I'm never changing who I am ?????????

So this is where you fell
And I am left to sell
The path to heaven runs through miles of clouded hell
Right to the top
Don't look back
Turning to rags and giving the commodities a rain-check

This road never looked so lonely
This house doesn't burn down slowly
To ashes, to ashes

First comes the blessing of all that you've dreamed, 
But then comes the curses of diamonds and rings.
Only at first did it have its appeal, but now you can't tell the false from the real.
Who can you trust 

When everything, everything, everything you touch turns to gold, gold, gold.

Statues and empires are all at your hands,
Water to wine and the finest of sands.
When all that you have's turnin stale and its cold,
Oh you'll no longer fear when your heart's turned to gold.
Who can you trust 

I'm dying to feel again,
Oh anything at all,
But oh I feel nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin'

"One day I'll remember. Remember everything that happened: the good, the bad, those who survived... and those that did not."

On a long and lonesome highway east of Omaha
You can listen to the engines moanin' out it's one note song
You can think about the woman or the girl you knew the night before

But your thoughts will soon be wandering the way they always do
When you riding sixteen hours with nothing much to do
And you don't feel much like ridin', you just wish the trip was through

Here I am, on the road again
There I am, up on the stage
Here I go, playin' star again
There I go, turn the page

Later in the evening, as you lie awake in bed
With the echoes of the amplifiers ringin' in your head
You smoke the days last cigarette, rememberin' what she said
What she said

Среща на разклона за Ловеч. Вървя по шосето, насреща ми бели пари. От тях като рок звезда излиза Пешо и захилен крачи срещу ми. Риж като Гранд каньон, с характерната брада и небрежната походка. Стискаме си ръцете. По-надолу в изсъхналата кал е старата му алфа ромео, по която все оправя нещо. Качваме се и продължаваме по пътя. Така се виждахме с него напоследък – по пътищата на страната. Все ще ме забере отнякъде, ще се пресекат ходовете ни в пространството...

С Пешо се познаваме от гимназията. Помня как на първия учебен ден всички се подхилквахме на нелепата му прическа. После годините се заредиха на гишето за подаване на документи и спомени: играехме футбол в класната стая с топче от намачкани хартии, опаковани в тиксо; пиехме текили и после ги повръщахме; пристигнахме заедно в София; бачкахме по обекти; посещавахме приятели по затвори; скъсани на джоб, ходехме за банички от 60 стотинки на Женския пазар; в квартирата си правехме джем сешъни с тарамбуки и китари и сюрреалистични посталкохолни закуски с бял хляб (или арабски питки), пържен лук, грейпфрут и семки; ходехме на гости на Шомпълманячето; веднъж дори отидохме в Люлин. Същата вечер намерихме два изтърбушени фотьойла на “Гурко” и “Левски”, седнахме в тях насред тротоара и си поговорихме за галактиката.

Телец

Най-артистичните в зодиака, желателно е през 2016 г. да поемат по път, който да развенчае клишето, че АРТ означава: алкохолът ражда таланти. Предупреждавам, че ако рогата на овена изчезнат някъде, то телецът услужливо ще му сложи нови