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I am sitting by the window, sad and lonely once again
dark clouds are coming bring a hard, hard, hard rain
I am waiting and I am waiting for the phone to ring,
but it doesn't make a sound, no one is calling.
I know if I go out tonight I'll end up in a fight
Vienna is so cold tonight, I better stay inside
I turn on the radio, wait for a Springsteen song,
I'm pushing all the buttons and I sing along
All the heartbreak and the misery,
the cold feelings that just ain't right
all the sad sad songs althrough the night,
on the radio, on the radio.
My desire is killing me, I am really missing you
It feels like my heart explodes, I don't know what to do
All the heartbreak in three chords, make me go insane
as I close my eyes I go down, down memory lane.
All the heartbreak and the misery,
the cold feelings that just ain't right
all the sad sad songs althrough the night,
on the radio, on the radio.
This is Nashville, this is Camden, this is New York City,
it's Nebraska and New Jersey, it's where I wanna be
when I turn on the radio I wait for a Rancid song,
cause as long as there is music, there is a place to go.
All the heartbreak and the misery,
the cold feelings that just ain't right
all the sad sad songs althrough the night,
on the radio, on the radio.
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Ghosts of the past
05:20
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This highway is so long and the road beneath is rough
I am feelin like a dog that got beaten up
Strollin' round the tracks my head is pounding hard,
my shoes are all worn out and gently tot he dark
I’ve walked and I’ve built bridges just to burn em down
I left a lot of ruins back in my hometown.
The dust of this desert is swirling on the floor,
my feet they are so tired, they won’t carry me no more.
And the Ghosts of the past haunt me,
they haunt me everywhere I go.
This place is full of misery that’s how i always felt,
I always felt like carrying the worlds weight.
I am wasted and I am shattered on the sidewalk once again,
the reflection in the window is a different man.
I find myself in places that I don't want to be,
each and every of those nights takes a part of me.
It steals a part of soul, this feeling’s just ain’t right
Now I feel like dying, dying every night.
And the Ghosts of the past haunt me,
they haunt me everywhere I go.
No matter how far I go,
no matter how fast I run…
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Sometimes I sit at home, I am just Bossin' round
searchin for the words that might fit the sound.
But everything that's worth or needed to be said,
already's said and done like a million times before.
And all I try to say, well it all comes out wrong and
nothing's like a singer without a song.
Nothing's like a singer without a song,
nothing's like a singer without a song.
Like a rat in the gutter, whittered roses in the waist,
a car in the junkyard that no one wants to drive.
So I drown myself in sorrow just to fill that soulless soul
and I wish that I could borrow words to phrase my blues.
So I play to all my favorite tunes that I love now for so long
and from time to time I'm thinking I wish I wrote this song.
I wish I wrote this song,
I wish I wrote this song.
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Claus Kaputto Wien, Austria
Der Singer/Songwriter Claus Kaputto trat erstmals im Herbst 2011 in Erscheinung um seine melancholischen Lieder über die Liebe und das Leben mit der Öffentlichkeit zu teilen. Nach einigen Solo-Konzerten beschloss er jedoch, mit Flo Klug einen zweiten Gitarristen an Bord zu holen, und THE TRUSTY CHORDS ins Leben zu rufen. ... more
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