Ladies and GentlemanA boy, a story and a beat  
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04:15
I got home on a Saturday afternoon. An empty airport 
and 542 days,
But everything seemed to be alright. Coming back. 
Coming home. I still
Had my tapes. Sometimes it only took one or two songs 
to change my mood
And sometimes I just wanted to listen to one song over 
and over again.
Most of the time I listened to old radio shows form the 
sixties, jazz stuff or
Soul. Coltrane, sinatra, starr. I never liked these new 
beats, those new trends, but
Going out always kept me alive. We used to hang aroundm 
have beers, flirt with girls.
One night in summer we had five birds. Only my friend 
david and me. It seemed
That we will never grow up. The only thing that I 
reminded me of getting older was
The need to go to england. Finally I went. How I hated 
these 1 ½ years. I wasted my
Time. My youth. How I did miss to be with my pals, to 
be with my family. On that
Saturday I returned to be with them.
Two days later  we used to go out every Monday  I felt 
insecure the first time.
It looked like nothing had changed. Some girls, some 
easy words. Same
Old new friends. It was raining that night. I haven´t 
seen so many raindrops since I was
Six and I´ve never felt so lonely in my life. My 
friends were still the same, only the
Girls had changed. They still played everything there, 
where the hearts still pound. All
These songs and all these tunes. But not for me  no one 
cared that I went home.
I stayed five days. I had already realized that it wasn
´t the surrounding that
Changed but me. My parents, my home, my friends who 
were trying hard to
Convience meto join them. In these five days I did 
listen to the jam´s town called
Malice. Over and over again. I wasn´t sad. I listened 
to it so many times that in
The end I was sure they had thought of me when writing 
that song. It had
Already happened to me a hundred times before, but this 
time It was different.
Three weeks later I met a girl. Anna. I had never seen 
someone so pretty. how
Many times I wished to have returned earlier. I´ve been 
away for so longm
Without knowing the reason why I wanted to come back. 
Now I kkow. I´ve been
Away for so long got caught taking everything. I´ve 
never met someone so 
To be honest (and to be brave) I am still working on 
being with her, but I know
It´s just all about feeling and doing the same thing at 
the same time