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Text, Musik, Idee, alle Instrumente: Jo Simon
*Update 2023
Neu gemischt und etwas entstaubt...;-)
*Update 2023
Neu gemischt und etwas entstaubt...;-)
A Day without Pain is a Good Day
I’m sitting here, so peaceful, by the lake,
If the fish don’t bite, I really don’t care,
Look back at my life from time to time,
All the mistakes I’ve made, they will stay mine
In the eve, I hobble back to our cosy home,
With you by the fireplace to warm my bones,
We know each other, don’t need many words,
We don’t need to remember our fights and hurts
I come to the conclusion along the way: A day without pain is a good day
By the fireplace, I am sitting in my chair,
Thank God we’re not in need of any care,
I don’t need anyone to wipe my bum,
If this ever happens, I’ll get my gun
I’ve come to the conclusion along the way: A day without pain is a good day
We’re getting older and older, life is healthy now, but colder
We’re given twenty more years just to spend our time in bed,
We’re getting older and older, life just started, but now it’s over
We’re given twenty more years to play the living dead,
Well, I’d prefer a bullet in the head
So bye to the romantic scene down by the lake,
Cause we’ll end up in a nursing home instead,
Where we’re forced to stay, to pay, to pray
And a day without pain will be a good day
I’m sitting here, so peaceful, by the lake,
If the fish don’t bite, I really don’t care,
Look back at my life from time to time,
All the mistakes I’ve made, they will stay mine
In the eve, I hobble back to our cosy home,
With you by the fireplace to warm my bones,
We know each other, don’t need many words,
We don’t need to remember our fights and hurts
I come to the conclusion along the way: A day without pain is a good day
By the fireplace, I am sitting in my chair,
Thank God we’re not in need of any care,
I don’t need anyone to wipe my bum,
If this ever happens, I’ll get my gun
I’ve come to the conclusion along the way: A day without pain is a good day
We’re getting older and older, life is healthy now, but colder
We’re given twenty more years just to spend our time in bed,
We’re getting older and older, life just started, but now it’s over
We’re given twenty more years to play the living dead,
Well, I’d prefer a bullet in the head
So bye to the romantic scene down by the lake,
Cause we’ll end up in a nursing home instead,
Where we’re forced to stay, to pay, to pray
And a day without pain will be a good day
