Humble Me (Kevin Breit [Norah Jones])

Went out on a limb
Gone too far
Broken down at the side of the road
Stranded at the outskirts and sun´s creepin´ up

Baby´s in the backseat
Still fast asleep
Dreamin´ of better days
I don´t want to call you but you´re all I have to turn to

What do you say
When it´s all gone away?
Baby I didn´t mean to hurt you
Truth spoke in whispers will tear you apart
No matter how hard you resist it
It never rains when you want it to

You humble me Lord
Humble me Lord
I´m on my knees empty
You humble me Lord
You humble me Lord
Please, please, please forgive me

Baby Teresa got your eyes
I see you all the time
When she asks about her daddy
I never know what to say

Heard you kicked the bottle
And helped to build the church
You carry an honest wage
Is it true you have someone keeping you company?

What do you say
When it´s all gone away?
Baby I didn´t mean to hurt you
Truth spoke in whispers will tear you apart
No matter how hard you resist it
It never rains when you want it to

You humble me Lord
Humble me Lord
I´m on my knees empty
You humble me Lord
You humble me Lord
Please, please, please forgive me
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Above Ground (Adrew Borger, Daru Oda [Norah Jones])

Underground I´m waiting
Just below the crowded avenue
Watchin´ red lights fading out of view

Oh the air feels heavy
Everything just passes by
And I think I´m a liitle shy

Meet me outside above ground
I see you on your way
I´ll be with you someday, someday

Drawing lines above my head
But the fan keeps spinning over me
Yust my thoughts to keep me company

Now I know I´m ready
Pour the night into a glass
Can I sip it slow and make it last?

Meet me outside above ground
I see you on your way
I´ll be with you someday, someday

Meet me outside above ground
I see you on your way
I´ll be with you someday, someday
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Wortfeld (Susanne Mette)

Mittig -
ein Wortfeld
brachliegendes Gewächs
ungekämmt - fieberheiß

Zuckendes -
- eine Augenöffnung groß
spielt im Handraum Geist

Bewusstsein
dreht biegt bricht
das Eingeweide Wort -
- gekrümmte Laute
systemverzerrt
zu neuer Frucht
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Zwischenräume (Anna, Name leider nicht weiter bekannt)

Nach jeder
närrischen Zeit
schreibe ich
in stillen Straßen
all die Worte an Wände
die ich nicht
länger
brauchen kann
verbinde sorgsam
die Anfänge mit
den Enden
und lasse nur
ab und an
einen kleinen Spalt frei
vielleicht
dass ein Vogel
sein Nest baut
in den Bögen