Berezniaky (Ukrainian: Березняки) is a historical neighbourhood, on the left bank of Kiev, the capital of Ukraine. Massive construction began there in 1971.
Coordinates: 50°25′46″N 30°36′22″E / 50.42944°N 30.60611°E / 50.42944; 30.60611
No, I sent you that letter
To ask you if the end was worth the means
Was there really no inbetween?
And I still don't feel better
I just wondered if it could be like before
And I think you just made me sure!
But then that's typically you
And I might have been a bit rude
But I wrote it in a bad mood
I'm not being funny with you
But it's hard to be engaging
When the things you love keep changing
Brassneck. Brassneck.
I just decided I don't trust you anymore
I just decided I don't trust you anymore
First time you came over
Do you remember you saying that you'd stay for good?
No I didn't think you would
Well we couldn't've been closer
But it was different then, and that's all in the past
There I've said it now at last!
You grew up quicker than me
I kept so many old things
And never quite stopped hoping
I think I know what this means
It means I've got to grow up
it means you want to throw up
Brassneck. Brassneck.
I just decided I don't trust you anymore
I just decided I don't love you anymore
I just know, you weren't listening, were you?
Oh please go, whenever you'd prefer to
I said it means a lot, when you use an old phrase
But then so what? We cant have it both ways
I know, you're not bothered, are you?
Even so, I'm not going to argue
He wont object! Keep writing to me
Just don't forget you ever knew me
Rolling off my side to start the day
Spoon in my hand to scrape my milk away
Forward pressing
For the reason I am dressing
And the answers for the times I stopped to pray
Searching for an ear to ease my mind
And eyes that see enough to lead the blind
Am I pretending?
These words we share in mending
Since when did listening become a crime?
Why, when I need some
It seems it never comes
It will be my self that I lose
If it’s still myself that I choose
Justifying time i’ve spent alone
To turn this empty house into a home
Now undressing
The reason I was pressing
Was to find another piece to help me grow
One more smile
One more day
I’ve silently grown wiser for this time
One more smile
One more day
One more time
You and me!
We will see
Hey Tony, don't go away, please.
You're Barins' souce, wow.
Someone's trying to stick me a finger now
But I'm not that type, no.
Valpolicella, you're glorious, I feel in a roses sea.
Tony, we're gonna miss you, bro.
O dear windy Brighton and Hove.
Take this day, go!
Well, I wanna know Mexico.
Do you think you're free when you do what you're supposed to?
Do you think you're free when you don't do what you're supposed to?
Do you think you're free when you do what you're not supposed to?
People feature in the stories they tell themselves, to make sense of their world; they're just a convenient but fictional character.
Shooting the breeze, oh cutting wind, breezing through different worlds. My guru's breeze.
Barins trying to catch the breeze.