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To cast my eyes on the horrors you have created or to turn and gaze
at the clouds? It remains cold and dark and the painless times revel in
a distant memory that only seem to trespass when the night is clear.
The bitterness tastes sweet and it conjures up images
of a narcissistic funeral
that injure my dreams
narcissistic dreams
Isws to mono kalo kommati apo enan metrio disko, alla paizei na einai kai to kalytero twn Floyd.Quote:
Originally Posted by Broccoli
Dreaming of that face again.
It's bright and blue and shimmering.
Grinning wide
And comforting me with it's three warm and wild eyes.
On my back and tumbling
Down that hole and back again
Rising up
And wiping the webs and the dew from my withered eye.
In... Out... In... Out... In... Out...
A child's rhyme stuck in my head.
It said that life is but a dream.
I've spent so many years in question
to find I've known this all along.
"So good to see you.
I've missed you so much.
So glad it's over.
I've missed you so much
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running?"
Shroud-ing all the ground around me
Is this holy crow above me.
Black as holes within a memory
And blue as our new second sun.
I stick my hand into his shadow
To pull the pieces from the sand.
Which I attempt to reassemble
To see just who I might have been.
I do not recognize the vessel,
But the eyes seem so familiar.
Like phosphorescent desert buttons
Singing one familiar song...
"So good to see you.
I've missed you so much.
So glad it's over.
I've missed you so much.
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running away?"
Prying open my third eye.
So good to see you once again.
I thought that you were hiding.
And you thought that I had run away.
Chasing the tail of dogma.
I opened my eye and there we were.
So good to see you once again
I thought that you were hiding from me.
And you thought that I had run away.
Chasing a trail of smoke and reason.
Prying open my third eye.
In the morning I am empty, of everything I used to be,
I will write away my feelings, so no one would ever read,
If I had all of the answers, I could pour salt on my wounds,
I could fill this room with sorrow, still no one ever see,
I want to wake up and drink from your river,
I want to reach out and tear down the sky,
To know I'm alive,
I wanna learn how to feel without bleeding,
I want to learn how to live by your side,
You're no longer mine.
Why- We gotta swim against the tide to each other,
Find me on the side of the river, and wow.
If I offered you a picture, and the paint is yet to dry,
Could you live with just a whisper, A flower is meant to die,
If I had all of the answers, I could pour salt on my wounds,
I could fill this room with sorrow, still no one ever see,
I want to wake up and drink from your river,
I want to reach out and tear down the sky,
To know I'm alive,
I wanna learn how to feel without bleeding,
I want to learn how to live by your side,
To know that you're mine.
And Why-
We gotta swim against the tide to each other,
Find me on the side of the river,
And Why-
We gotta swim against the tide to each other,
Find me on the side of the river.
breed 77 - the river
I hold my breath and check the time
One minute no collapse
If you only knew what I would do for you
One thirty breathing lapse
We're going in my voice is thin
When I tell you to remember
That no one will find you
My promise from the heart
If we part my pulse will guide you through
Be still for a moment
Everything depends upon you
If you die I will die too
Once we were heroes
But everything has changed since then
Now they recognize you too
I stay too long something's wrong
You walk out of the picture
I hold my breath and check the time
One thirty i collapse
We went in my voice was thing
When I told you to remember
I'm the evidence
You passed the test and that's so good for you
O love will you read the letters I will send to you
Will I come along
Will they let me out to take the test
O love is the score enough for me to pass the test
katatonia - evidence
Your soul is my desire. Desire I can't control
Be still my aching heart. Each beat you have stole
Your mind calls to me. Calls me closer to you
Be calm my aching heart. The ache drives me to you
Your eyes. The depth I see. So deep
The tears you cry will devour me
A flower to behold
Don't run. Don't blow away
Breathless to my eyes
So bright. Never to fade
Calmness and mystery
Entwines and captivates me
Delicate to the touch
From what I could see
I only wanted to get you close to me
To feel the love inside of me
You turned away from me
You looked the other way
You didn't see my tears for you
I only wanted to take you in my arms,
And lay you down here with me
You tried to turn and flee from my side
You tore out the heart of me
If only you had stayed. What may have been?
We could have been beautiful
Could have walked the earth, flown into the skies,
Swam the deepest of the seas
But you couldn't see anything in me
You strayed too far from my path
Maybe now you'll see everything in me
I'm sorry it had to be this way
Your eyes. Your smile
No more laughter again
We were something
No more. Nothing to me
Walk alone. Naked to the bone
My heart has fled far from me
Until another day. I find the one,
Who looks beyond the eyes in me
mdb - the deepest of all hearts
k eimai akoma zwntanos :P
Hey, get rhythm when you get the blues
Hey, get rhythm when you get the blues
Yes a jumpy rhythm makes you feel so fine
It'll shake all the trouble from your worried mind
Get rhythm when you get the blues
Little shoeshine boy never gets low down
But he's got the dirtiest job in town
Bendin' low at the peoples' feet
On the windy corner of the dirty street
Well, I asked him while he shined my shoes
How'd he keep from gettin' the blues
He grinned as he raised his little head
Popped a shoeshine rag and then he said
Get rhythm when you get the blues
Hey, get rhythm when you get the blues
It only costs a dime, just a nickel a shoe
Does a million dollars worth of good for you
Get rhythm when you get the blues
Well, I sat down to listen to the shoeshine boy
And I thought I was gonna jump for joy
Slapped on the shoe polish left and right
He took a shoeshine rag and he held it tight
He stopped once to wipe the sweat away
I said you're a mighty little boy to be-a workin' that way
He said I like it with a big wide grin
Kept on a poppin' and he said again
Get rhythm when you get the blues
Hey, get rhythm when you get the blues
Get a rock 'n' roll feelin' in your bones
Get taps on your toes and get gone
Get rhythm when you get the blues
Nerd ti exeis pa8ei me ton Cash? (Atoph erwthsh, katalavainw ti exeis pa8ei me ton Cash :D )
Ο κας και ο μάντη γουότερς (για μένα και ο ράη κούντερ) χύνουνε στη μάπα καταθλιπτικούς αλκοολικούς αγγλάρες, ρυθμικούς κακόγουστους γερμανούς που προσεγγίζουν τη μουσική σαν ένα ακόμα κακόγουστο προιόν, εφήμερα κουνιστά πορνίδια του εμ τη βη που στα 40 τους (αν είναι τυχερές) θα είναι παντρεμένες με έναν χοντρό λιγδιάρη μπεργκερά, επίδοξους "σκληρούς" με μόναδικό διαπιστευτήριο το χρώμα του δέρματος τους και φυσικά υποκριτές αρμένηδες πρώην κεμπαμπτζήδες, ελεγχόμενες πρεζωμένες φιγούρες του κάουντερ κάλτσουρ. Επίσης ο κας είναι και χριστιανός, είναι το σάουντρακ της Αποκάλυψης, με το Ghost Riders θα εκτέλουμε μουσουλμάνους και προδότες δυτικοευρωπαίους όταν έρθει εκείνη η ώρα.Quote:
Originally Posted by Kalki
Άμα θέλετε ποστάρω και στίχους από πιο σκληροπυρηνικά κάντρι (όχι ΚΚΚ, ούτε ρατσιστικές μαλακίες).
Muddy Waters 8eos, Ry Cooder 8eos alla ta ypoloipa pou egrapses einai pipes. Plaka exoun pantws.Quote:
Originally Posted by The Nerd
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Originally Posted by The Nerd
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Originally Posted by On his guitar, Woody Guthrie
O cash den einai 8eos dhladh re malaka?
epishs esy eisai gothoindustrialas, ti doyleia exeis me ayta?
Exw anaferei kammia dekaria fores oti o Cash einai 8eos. An 8es, na oriste:
O CASH EINAI 8EOS!!!!
Kai epishs den eimai gotho-industrialas. Apla goustarw ena megalo kommati tou xwrou. Sto Elfentanz hmoun o monos mavrontymenos me kanonika rouxa kai xwris eyeliner h zele sta mallia.
An eskages me leyko mployzaki kai plymmena dontia kai xamogelages, 8a metrages akoma pio polyQuote:
Originally Posted by Kalki
O aderfos mou eixe skasei me lefkh mplouza sto palio Dada. Metraei?Quote:
Originally Posted by The Nerd
Oxi toso oso enas poy eskase sto 122 (h opws diaolo to lene ekeino sthn panormoy) kai xairethse nazistika ton DJ (xwris na faei 3ylo)
What is 122?
Ena mparaki gia wiggers sthn Panormoy, apenanti apo to potopwleioQuote:
Originally Posted by Kalki
Katalava poio les. :rofl: :rofl: :rofl:
Ton malaka...
Se exw gamhsei?Quote:
Originally Posted by Kalki
:shock: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :DQuote:
Originally Posted by The Nerd
E oxi. Telika to real life sou einai pio kafriko ap'ta post sou sto ER.
Mono otan eimai me8ysmenos omws :) :) :) :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Kalki
[quote=The Nerd]Mono otan eimai me8ysmenos omws :) :) :) :)[/quote:2rg4jpu9]Quote:
Originally Posted by Kalki
:wink:
Though the idea of confession is said to be
The union of christ and his bride
The christian
It's all very puzzling
Sex and the church
Sex and the church
Sex and the church
And the church...and the church
All the great mystic religions
Put strong emphasis, on
The redeeming spiritual qualities
Of sex...of sex
Christianity
Has been pretty modern
About sex
Of sex
Of sex
Of sex
Of sex
Sex and the church
Sex and the church
Sex and the church
Sex...sex
I think there is a union
Between the flesh and the spirit
Sex and the church
Sex and the church
All religions' mother (spoken)
VERSE (twice)
Give me the freedom of spirit
And the joys of the flesh
And sex...sex...
Sex and the church
CHORUS (twice)
Sex and the church
Sex and the church
Sex and the church
And the church...and the church
Sex
Sex
Sex and the church
Sex and the church
Sex and the church
Sex...sex...sex
Sex
Sex and the church
Sex and the church
Sex and the church
Sex...sex
:moutza::dfinger::thumbsup:Quote:
Originally Posted by The Nerd
3exases to pio vasiko
:malakia: :malakia: :malakia: :malakia: :malakia: :malakia: :malakia:
(7)
Muse(NAI TOUS LATREYW)-New Born
Link it to the world
Link it to yourself
Stretch it like a birth squeeze
The love for what you hide
For bitterness inside
Is growing like the new born
When you’ve seen, seen too much
Too young, young
Soulless is everywhere
Hopeless time to roam
The distance to your home
Fades away to nowhere
How much are you worth?
You can’t come down to earth
You’re swelling up
You’re unstoppable
Cause you’ve seen
Seen too much
And too young
Young
Soulless is everywhere
Destroy the spineless
Show me it’s real
Wasting our last chance
To come away
Just break a silence
Cause I’m drifting away
Away from you
Yeah link it to the world
Link it to yourself
Stretch it like it’s a birth squeeze
And the love for what you hide
And the bitterness inside
Is growing like the new born
When you’ve seen, seen too much
Too young, young
Soulless is everywhere
Destroy the spineless
Show me it’s real
Wasting our last chance
To come away
Just break a silence
Cause I’m drifting away
Away from you
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
Well, I wake up in the morning
Fold my hands and pray for rain.
I got a head full of ideas
That are drivin' me insane
It's a shame
the way she makes me
scrub the floor
I ain't gonna work on, nah
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
nah, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
Well, he hands you a nickel
And he hands you a dime
And he asks you with a grin
If you're havin' a good time
Then he fines you every time you slam the door
I ain't gonna work for, nah
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
Well, he puts his cigar
Out in your face just for kicks
His bedroom window
It is made out of bricks
The National Guard stands around his door
I ain't gonna work, nah
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
Well, she talks to all the servants
About man and God and law
And everybody says
Shes the brains behind pa
Shes sixty-eight, but she says shes twenty-four
I ain't gonna work for, nah
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
Well I try my best
To be just like I am
But everybody wants you
To be just like them
They sing while they slave and just get bored
I ain't gonna work on, nah
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
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Man walks 'long the railroad tracks
He's Goin' some place, and there's no turnin' back
Highway Patrol choppers comin' up over the ridge
Man sleeps by a campfire under the bridge
with Shelter line stretchin' round the corner
Welcome to the new world order
Families sIeepin' in their cars out in the southwest
No Job, no home, no peace, no rest
The highway is alive tonight
nobody's foolin' nobody about where it goes
I'm sitting down here in the campfire light
Searchin' for the ghost of Tom Joad
He pulls prayer book out of his sleepin' bag
the Preacher lights up a butt and takes a drag
He's waitin' for the time when the last shall be first
and the first shall be last
In a cardboard box 'neath the underpass
with one way ticket to the promised land
with a hole in your belly and a gun in your hand
sleeping on a pillow of solid rock
Bathing in the cities aqueduct
Rock !
The highway is alive tonight
Nobody's foolin nobody as to where it goes
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light
with the ghost of old Tom Joad
Now Tom Said, "Mom, wherever there's a cop beatin' a guy
Wherever a hungry new born baby cries
Where there's a fight 'gainst the blood and hatred in the air
Look for me mom I'll be there
Wherever there's somebody fightin' for a pIace to stand
for decent job or a helpin' hand
Wherever somebody's strugglin' to be free
Look in their eyes mom you'll see me."
The highway is alive tonight
Nobody's foolin nobody as to where it goes
I'm sitting down here in the campfire light
with the ghost of Tom Joad
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Hey porter! Hey porter!
Would you tell me the time?
How much longer will it be till we cross
that Mason Dixon Line?
At daylight would ya tell that engineer
to slow it down?
Or better still, just stop the train,
Cause I wanna look around.
Hey porter! Hey porter!
What time did ya say?
How much longer will it be till I can
see the light of day?
When we hit Dixie will you tell that engineer
to ring his bell?
And ask everybody that ain't asleep
to stand right up and yell.
Hey porter! Hey porter!
It's getting light outside.
This old train is puffin' smoke,
and I have to strain my eyes.
But ask that engineer if he will
blow his whistle please.
Cause I smell frost on cotton leaves
and I feel that Southern breeze.
Hey porter! Hey porter!
Please get my bags for me.
I need nobody to tell me now
that we're in Tennessee.
Go tell that engineer to make that
lonesome whistle scream,
We're not so far from home
so take it easy on the steam.
Hey porter! Hey porter!
Please open up the door.
When they stop the train I'm gonna get off first
Cause I can't wait no more.
Tell that engineer I said thanks alot,
and I didn't mind the fare.
I'm gonna set my feet on Southern soil
and breathe that Southern air.
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My perception my infection
Lazy bloody eyes
Self destruct so addictive
Here's a taste of death here's your taste of death
And I wish that I could feel the things you feel
And I wish that I could see the things you see
And through my eyes I see all your disgust
I don't feel content
You don't understand
Stomach still uneasy
Can't escape the hate
And from it I'll run
Put you in the river
And from you I'll hide
Standing in the rain
And I'll cut myself in a muddy cove
So when I die
There will be no
Processed information makes the world go round
You've made me change so
I'll pull the fuckin' trigger watch your head combust
Pull the fuckin trigger watch your head combust
By pointing your fingers
You alienated me and made me the stranger
So instill the values you protect
This disease will spread and infect
And through my eyes
I see all your disgust
Yellow running red becoming
Just waiting for the pain
Don't you take my actions
Turn them against me
I feel myself breaking
I feel myself break
@The Nerd:
Dylan :pink:
Springsteen :pink:
Cash :pink:
To teleftaio ti einai?
Vision Of Disorder (apo ton mono disko toys poy metrage plhn toy EP)
[edit] Δείξε μου κάποιον που δεν είναι παράσιτο και θα πω μια προσευχή για αυτόν
[εδιτ δύο] Για να μην ποστάρει ο κάλκης πάει να πει οτι τον παντοφλιάζει η μάνα του που δεν κοιμάται και είναι στο νετ
Golums Song
Where once was light
Now darkness falls
Where once was love
Love is no more
Don't say - goodbye
Don't say - I didn't try...
Theres tears we cry
Are falling rain
For all the lies
You told us
The hurt, the blame
And we will weep
To be so alone
We are lost!
We can never go home
So in the end
I'll be - what I will be
No loyal friend
Was ever there for me
Now we say - goodbye
We say - you didn't try...
These tears you cry
Have come to late
Take back the lies
The hurt, the blame
And you will weep
When you face the end alone
You are lost!
You can never go home
You are lost!
You can never go home
Howard Shore - Emiliana Torrini
I see you had your mind all made up you group of
Pitiful liars. Before I woke to face the day, your master
Plan transpired. -Something told me- this job had more to
Meet the eye. My song is not believed? My words some-
What deceiving? Now I'm unwhole.
You've waged a war of nerves
But you can't crush the kingdom
Can't be what your idols are. Can't leave the scar.
You cry for compensation. I ask you please just give us...
5 minutes alone
I read your eyes, your mind was made up. You took me for
A fool. You used complexion of my skin for a counter
Rascist tool. -You can't burn me- I've spilled my guts out
In the past. Taken advantage of because you know where
I've come . My past. You've waged a war of nerves but you can't crush the kingdom
Can't be what your idols are. Can't leave the scar.
You cry for compensation. I ask you please just give us...
5 minutes alone
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A - xem!Quote:
Originally Posted by The Nerd
Gia to 1o edit moygka e?Quote:
Originally Posted by Kalki
Visions Of Johanna - Bob Dylan
"The Railroad"
Up each morning at five o'clock,
Seem like the noon-day sun ain't never gonna' stop.
The work is hard in a railroad yard,
Hey, hey, gotta' make it today to punch a time card.
Workin' on the railroad.
Oh, you know, the railroad is a mighty good line,
Come on and ride the railroad, one more time.
Oh, you know, the railroad is a mighty good line,
Come on and ride the railroad, one more time.
Dirt and sweat, runnin' down my back,
Workin' on the railroad.
Work all day long up and down the railroad tracks.
Workin' on the railroad.
I'm a God fearing man, and with many I stand,
Workin' on the railroad.
And with God we've been working, all hand in hand.
Workin' on the railroad.
Oh, you know, the railroad is a mighty good line,
Workin' on the railroad.
Come on and ride the railroad, one more time.
Workin' on the railroad.
Oh, you know, the railroad is a mighty good line,
Come on and ride the railroad, one more time.
Momus - The Angels Are Voyeurs
God is a tender pervert and the angels are voyeurs
Watching us forever, their vision never blurs
They make us then forget us for a hundred million years
And then by chance they glance at us and something in them stirs
They find us so provocative, so weak, so full of pride
Our cleverness, our nakedness, fills them with delight
The way we hold our coffee cups, the way we pick our words
God is a tender pervert
And the angels, and the angels are voyeurs
And when the tender pervert is too busy to admire us
He sends his angels down to pass amongst us and desire us
He gives them little notebooks where they note each quirk and boast
Our foolish pride and pompousness turn him on the most
When we're throwing temper tantrums
When we're giving up the ghost
The pervert keeps his distance
But the angels, but the angels move in close
It intoxicates the pervert, watching how we thrill ourselves
Not by sex but by devising new ways to kill ourselves
He sees the way we tamper with the things we most depend on
The danger stands his hair on end and gives him a hard-on
He calls his angels down to watch that slut the world get hers
God is a tender pervert
And the angels, and the angels are voyeurs
Rory Gallagher-Bad Penny
Well, like a bad penny you've turned up again,
You're in my sights, there's a mist on my lens.
I think you know how it was when I tripped and fell,
Well, you double-dealed me, baby and I broke like a shell.
Like a bad penny you've sure lost the glow
But I'm out of reach, your smile's sure gone cold.
Well, it can't ever be like it was then,
Well, don't you fool with me, baby,
Don't you mess with my plans.
Some stormy nights, your memory haunts me,
You won't go away.
Well, like a bad penny you have turned up in the change,
Try to fit into the picture, you can't get inside the frame.
I think you know I'm still sore, but I'm on the mend,
Times sure have changed, it won't happen again.
Well, like a bad penny spins around and around,
Well, you won't know what's gone wrong when it all falls down,
You got to learn from now on to stop playing games,
You ought to keep on moving, you got to spin on your way.
Some lonely nights, I hear you calling,
Won't you go away?
Well, like a bad penny you have turned up again,
You're in my sights, there's a mist on my lens.
I think you know how it was when I tripped and fell,
Well, you double-dealed me, baby, I cracked like a shell.
arxontas
I am my own parasite
I don't need a host to live
We feed off of each other
We can share our endorphins
Doll steak, test meat
Look on the bright side is suicide
Lost eyesight I'm on your side
Angel left wing, right wing, broken wing
Lack of iron and/or sleeping
I own my own pet virus
I get to pet and name her
Her milk is my shit
My shit is her milk
Test meat, doll steak
Look on the bright side is suicide
Lost eyesight I'm on your side
Angel left wing, right wing, broken wing
Lack of iron and/or sleeping
Protector of the kennel
Ecto-plasma
Ecto-skeletal
Obituary birthday
Your scent is still here in my place of recovery
Δώσε μου την μπουρνουζοπετσέτα...
πες ότι είναι τασκέτα...
μην κατεβάζεις τα πακέτα...
και καπνίζεις σιγαρέττα...
σώσε την χελώνα καρέτα καρέτα...
Η ΜΠΟΥΡΝΟΥΖΟΠΕΤΣΕΤΑ Η ΚΑΛΗ
ΕΙΝΑΙ ΤΟΣΟ ΑΠΑΛΗ
ΣΑΝ ΤΗΝ ΚΑΡΔΙΑ ΕΝΟΣ ΜΑΡΟΥΛΙΟΥ
ΕΙΣΑΙ ΕΡΩΤΑΣ ΑΠΡΙΛΙΟύ....
...Την Μπουρνουζοπετσέτα δίπλωσε την...
στο ντουλάπι κλειδωσέ την...
φύλαξε την για πολλά έτηηηη
τραλλαλά και τραλλαλέτιιιιιι
σώσε την χελώνα καρέτα καρέτι
Η ΜΠΟΥΡΝΟΥΖΟΠΕΤΣΕΤΑ Η ΚΑΛΗ
ΕΙΝΑΙ ΤΟΣΟ ΑΠΑΛΗ
ΣΑΝ ΤΗΝ ΚΑΡΔΙΑ ΕΝΟΣ ΜΑΡΟΥΛΙΟΥ
ΕΙΣΑΙ ΕΡΩΤΑΣ ΑΠΡΙΛΙΟύ....
1)THROUGH FICTION WE SAW THE BIRTH//OF FUTURES YET TO COME//YET IN FICTION LAY THEIR BONES//UGLY IN THEIR NAKEDNESS
2)THE PLAGUE IS FORCED ON US ALL//IS IT THERE?ARE THEY THERE?//SHOUTS OF FACT ABOUND//BUT WHISPERS OF TRUTH BURN THROUGH
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Let's walk on by, this time, this time
Let's keep it right, just like it used to be
It's such a long and wasted ride
When you're on your own, when you're all alone
I throw a word in for the real men
Hey driver man, hey cardboard man
On a cardboard scene you know it's never make-believe
Now, do you believe in me?
And freedom's only what they strip away from you
You fight back
But what you gain is nothing like it
Let's walk on by
It's a mellow song and I mean it well
So don't you trample me down!
Cause it took a lot of nerve
For me to try and come across
Let's do it, let's do it right
I tried, I tried so hard I could only fail
Let's do it, let's do it right
Right now, right now
And don't you ever walk away from me
I'm gonna need you round for the rebound
I search myself for sheets of paper
Some little stain, some little stain
And this is all conclusive evidence
Everybody rise, I rest my case
Right now, right now
I find it hard being strong these days
I find it very hard, hard
And even harder in the night-time
When all these clouds come down
I find I'm very, very, hard to define
I could not be electric animal's, front-man
All distorted, all noise
And this is never, ever, my familiar voice
Madrugada-Frontman....K theikh mousikh....
