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as sad as it is, but the history of mothers and fathers killing their own children is as long as the history of the mankind itself... probably none of us can imagine in what a agony people must live which do such a horrible thing...here´s a story about it, thanks to Lithuania for the inspiration the Lyrics: Dear Mommy I know it´s never been easy for you Dear Mommy I know there´s been a lot to go through Dear Mommy though we we can´t see Dear Mommy I know one day we´ll meet As I see you it breaks my heart in two as I see you wish I could talk to you As I see you sitting in your prison cell as I see you God it must be hell Dear Mommy thank you for raising us two in mine and my brothers heart there´ll always be you Dear Mommy now that you´re so far away and not here Dear Mommy oh don´t you shed no tear Dear Mommy I know Daddy´s been not good to you raising his fist wasn´t a good thing to do Dear Mommy I saw the blood in your face he destroyed your beauty destroyed your grace Dear Mommy I remember that rainy night when you came to our room in your hands a knife Dear Mommy I heard my brother´s scream dear Mommy I saw the blood on his bed´s sheets Dear Mommy up here in heaven is peace Dear Mommy please don´t worry ´bout me...
Bladdi from the Drapes (an awesome Punkrock Band from Bavaria, check out their site http://www.myspace.com/thedrapes1) and me recorded this wonderul song yesterday. Maybe I should mention that, in the night before we recorded, we gambled and drunk till the early morning, so, it was kinda rough to ...
yeah, well, I thought about doing this amazing song for months, but I always kept my fingers away from it, cause it´s one of these songs by which you only can lose when you cover them. Then a few days ago I played it for the first time, and it felt great to do it, so, here´s my shot at another ...
a new song of mine I wrote these days....here are the lyrics: Sometimes in the Night when the Ghosts are hauntin´ me, I grab myself a beer, go out on the porch and have a seat I watch the night across the fields, hear the wind whisper his sad songs everbody´s asleep, except her and me My ...
Killer Fathers What drives a father to kill his own children? Is it revenge? Is it spite? Or is it plain madness? According to the media the numbers of men murdering their children seems to be on the increase although until 2006 figures from the Home Office broadly suggest that around half of ...