Let me dream my own way It's the only freedom I have left anyway All those lies I hear them say From their sand castles made of clay,
Oh, you're going to take such good care of me? Really? Nothing will stand in way of us being free Really? Sounds like a tall tale told by some fairy,
From the lips of a lover long gone Still trying to find the strength to carry on Some Hippy chick blue eyed and blonde Keeps you talking until the edge of dawn,
Drifting across the Sea of Tranquility on thrust Landing in a landscape of moon dust Step outside for the sake of humanity if you must When exploration becomes lust,
There is little left in faith and love That unrealistic utopia I’ve been dreaming of It seems to be the province of the dove It was supposed to fit just like a glove, The reflection in smooth arctic ice As life dissolves with one more slice At first she seemed so inviting and nice Like a gullible fool I paid the price,
Am I my own worst enemy? This thought has occurred to me For believing her soliloquy Is that all it takes to be guilty?
Trembling in the coldness of this world Teeth chattering as each moment is unfurled It’s all those insults she regularly hurled A slender body with which I once cuddled and curled, Try if you will to overcome Even if experiences have left you exhausted and numb A rattling from deep in the woods and an ominous hum Just when you thought you were far away from the chaos and scum,
Just when you thought you had the girl under your thumb All those promises prove when the chips are down you have no chums All those betrayals that eventually leave you deaf and dumb Just give me the asylum of a guitar that I can strum.
A captivating insight into the private estate of Leni Riefenstahl, who became world-famous with her Nazi propaganda film "Triumph of the Will" but kept denyi...
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