butt wuz there..

and heard this very number thousands of times on a hundred different occasions and... haven't got tired of it..

Once divided nothing left to subtract...
Some words when spoken can't be taken back...
Walks on his own with thoughts he can't help thinking...
Future's above but in the past he's slow and sinking...
Caught a bolt 'a lightnin' cursed the day he let it go...

Nothingman...
Isn't it something?
Nothingman...

She once believed in every story he had to tell...
One day she stiffened, took the other side...
Empty stares from each corner of a shared prison cell...
One just escapes, one's left inside the well...
And he who forgets will be destined to remember...oh...oh...oh...

Nothingman...
Isn't it something?
Nothingman...

Oh, she don't want him...
Oh, she won't feed him after he's flown away...
Oh, into the sun... ah, into the sun...

Burn... burn...
Nothingman...
Isn't it something?
Nothingman...
Nothingman...
Coulda' been something...
Nothingman...
Oh...ohh...ohh...

wuz in berlin as well and made it to the 4th row.. at times, wuz a couple of rows closer, and at times the crowd shifted me a couple of rows further from the stage but it wuz definitely worth it..:)

Hey... oooh...
Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay...
Were laid spread out before me as her body once did...
All five horizons revolved around her soul...
As the earth to the sun...
Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn...

Ooh, and all I taught her was everything...
Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore...
And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds...
Of what was everything...
Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...

I take a walk outside...
I'm surrounded by some kids at play...
I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear?
Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head...
I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning...
How quick the sun can drop away...

And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass...
Of what was everything?
All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...

All the love gone bad turned my world to black...
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll be... yeah...
Uh huh... uh huh... ooh...

I know someday you'll have a beautiful life...
I know you'll be a sun in somebody else's sky...

But why, why, why can't it be, can't it be mine?

Aah... uuh...

Too doo doo too, too doo doo [many times until fade]

If I keep holding out, will the light shine through?
Under this broken roof, it's only rain that I feel...
I've been wishing out the days, come back...

I have been planning out, all that I'd say to you...
Since you slipped away, know that I still remain true...
I've been wishing out the days...

Please say, that if you hadn't of gone now...
I wouldn't have lost you another way...
From wherever you are... come back...

And these days, they linger on...
And in the night, as I'm waiting on...
The real possibility I may meet you in my dream...
I go to sleep...

If I don't fall apart, will the memories stay clear?
So you had to go, and I had to remain here...

But the strangest thing to date so far away...
And yet you feel so close...
And I'm not gonna question it any other way...

There must be an open door
For you to
Come back...

And the days, they linger on...
And every night, what I'm waiting for...
Is the real possibility I may meet you in my dream?

And sometimes you're there...
And you're talking back to me...
Come the morning I could swear you're next to me...

And it's okay...

It's okay...
It's okay...

I'll be here...
Come back...
Come back...

10 years to the day after 8 people were smashed to death during pj concert at roskilde festival was brought back on that night in berlin.. the show climaxed during and after 'black' and it wuz a truly thrilling and unforgettable experience.. one of the nights to remember till alzheimer comes...

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