Street Art Delivery - Street Spirit - Bucharest June 17

There's gotta be a record of you someplace
You gotta be on somebody's books
The lowdown - a picture of your face
Your injured looks
The sacred and profane
The pleasure and the pain
Somewhere your fingerprints remain concrete
And it's your face I'm looking for on every street

A ladykiller - regulation tattoo
Silver spurs on his heels
Says - what can I tell you, as I'm standing next to you
She threw herself under my wheels
Oh it's a dangerous road
And a hazardous load
And the fireworks over liberty explode in the heat
And it's your face I'm looking for on every street...

Artist: Dire Straits Lyrics

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Children's Day

Wearing The Inside Out / LIFE for SALE

From morning to night I stayed out of sight, didn't recognize I'd become,

No more than alive I'd barely survive, in a word...overrun

Won't hear a sound from my mouth , I've spent too long on the inside out

My skin is cold to the human touch , this bleeding heart's not beating much....

I murmured a vow of silence and now I don't even hear when I think aloud

Extinguished by light I turn on the night wear it's darkness with an empty smile

Look at him now he's paler somehow but he's coming round. He's starting to choke , it's been so long since he spoke , well he can have the words right from my mouth

And with these words I can see clear through the clouds that covered me

Just give it time then speak my name, now we can hear ourselves again

I'm holding out for the day when all the clouds have blown away

I'm with you now, can speak your name, Now we can hear ourselves again

He's curled into the corner but still the screen is flickering

He's curled into the corner
But still the screen is flickering
With an endless stream of garbage to
...curse the place
In a sea of random images
The self-destructing animal
Waiting for the waves to break

He's standing on the threshold
Caught in fiery anger
And hurled into the furnace hell
...curse the place
He's torn in all directions
And the screen is still flickering
Waiting for the flames to break

Wearing The Inside Out
by Pink Floyd
Album: The Division Bell - 1994
Content Owner: Sony Music Entertainment