Pink
Pink
Pink is a pale red color, which takes its name from the flower of the same name. According to surveys in Europe and the United States, pink is the color most often associated with charm, politeness, sensitivity, tenderness, sweetness, childhood, femininity, and the romantic. When combined with white, it is associated with innocence. When combined with violet or black, it is associated with eroticism and seduction...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPop Singer
Date of Birth8 September 1979
CityAbington, PA
CountryUnited States of America
All and All your just another brick in the wall.
...And then one day you'll find, ten years have got behind you, no one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
If you should go skating On the thin ice of modern life Dragging behind you the silent reproach Of a million tear-stained eyes Don't be surprised when a crack in the ice Appears under your feet. You slip out of your depth and out of your mind With your fear flowing out behind you As you claw the thin ice.
If you wanna find out what's behind these cold eyes You'll just have to claw your way through this disguise
Hey you, out there in the coldGetting lonely, getting old Can you feel me?Hey you, standing in the aislesWith itchy feet and fading smiles Can you feel me?Hey you, dont help them to bury the lightDon't give in without a fight.
Hey, techer leave those kids alone!.....We dont need no education......we dont need no thought control....
How could you treat me this way?Running away.I need you, Babe.Why are you running away?
In a world we need to share, it's not enough to stand and stare.
How I wish, how I wish you were here...We're just two lost soulsswimming in a fish bowl,Year after year....Running over the same old ground.What have we found?The same old fears.Wish you were here.
Come in here, dear boy, have a cigar. You're gonna go far, fly high, You're never gonna die, You're gonna make it if you try; They're gonna love you...And did we tell you the name of the game, boy, We call it Riding the Gravy Train.
A cloud of eiderdown Draws around me Softening a sound. Sleepy time, and I lie, With my love by my side,
I've got a strong urge to fly. But I got nowhere to fly to.
And I can feel one of my turns coming on. I feel cold as a razor blade, Tight as a tourniquet, Dry as a funeral drum.
All that you touch All that you see All that you taste All you feel.