how to spell

Saw your stereotype in the tram stop as I looked up
He seemed just as unspecial as you from this angle
The only way I dare to look at you, from behind or aside
And yet he made me feel like you, for a moment or two

So as I believed him to be you, my pulse accelerated, too
You're holding me under your spell from who knows where
And this I can't understand, is this your doing then or myself
Who keeps this feeling alive after so much time so well

I'm a walking nightmare...

It's dream session again. I had a few while away. Some that stuck with me over the days. Even made me look them up in the due book. And tell about them to a precious friend. Now here.

First I was checking out some records in a store. They turned out to be very special. And so I was talking about them with someone there who seemed to be interested, too.

Then I was discussing details of my wedding, or maybe more like how I was feeling about it, with an intimate friend. Only I was going to be the bride. So the aspects were more unusual...

Later on, either the same night or another one, I saw a guy - much like him at work, thinking so just by the way he was walking - entering the room, and for some reason, wearing motorbike glasses.

And so I was in a dark place where I caught sight of the cyborg gal from Blade Runner wearing that heavy make up around her eyes. And as soon as I realized this, still in my dream, I suddenly saw a guy with the same huge, black stripes around his eyes.

improbability drives

the snow came down in the fall
so I fell too, with no hold
I had no choice, couldn't call
your number not on my phone

d'you have any idea
o' what it would be like, yeah
a day spent together there
just the two of us, my dear

well, if you're uncertain
please, do not answer then
'cause I couldn't stand that
another dead end, damn...

my other self

I saw a raven taking a bath
in the fountain of the park
The sun and I were hiding
behind our respecting cloud

As you were not there anymore
and I stayed only for an hour
So either Vienna or somewhere else
I'm like that raven, taking my chance

'and it's always time'

How can you tell it was but a short time? How can you ever tell what it meant for someone else?
Time itself that we found out to say, tomorrow's another day, happy new year, and oops I got old, is all so meaningless, so incompetent.

All you ever feel is going on in there, inside you, and everyone else. It lasts exactly an eternity, every nanosecond of it, whether you're in heaven or hell. You can try and pretend that you can fool those feelings, but then you're only fooling yourself. It's a living hell or heaven all the time.