First verse:(wordsworth)
Someday U say, U hate music
Someday U say, Y love it. Like on
guy i saw. He didn't stand this
noisy thing at all.
He just wanted to listen to
Whitney Houston all the time
And I said to him: Hey c'mon, U
lose your energy. Why
don't U wanna try something
different, instead of that
opens your mind, to a new
sometime. It helps U a lot. It
entertaining muzak, blow your ears
U. And above all, your ears are
dimension. U'll find a new side in
noise anyway, all the time. U'll
constantly receiving
never stay in silence, anyway. If U
want some silence, U can enjoy it
one, and when U
want some noise, let's make real
by listening to an empty cassette,
different
for starters. Music exits for totally
moods, and after all, it's all the same HC vispila!
Tahdomme LIHAA!
HC vispila!
HC vispila! Once I started to talk to you, don't
Second verse:
wanna stop at all. Now I'm sitting
in a van, on the backseat, riding
this bullshit.
Coming back from the First
Official European Tour. There's
Stockholm, outside the window,
old buildigs, King's
Court, nice place! My head is on a
constantly waiting to continue
melody hill, but my feet are
further. Okay, that's it.
Next verse I'm gonna sing, is going
totally different mood, in a totally
to be written somewhere else, in a
different
atmosphere. Third verse:
A man with a .38 in his hand
what does he look a like? A man in
suit and a tight tie ora hippielooking junkie? Shock
the monkey, no, shot the monkey.
nonsenseI feel I have to fill this page with a
fucking stupid. It can't give
mind is so
anykinda sign of anykinda
creativeness. I'm just lying, like
cows on a field. Now I stop.
This is bullshit, no cowshit. Yes,
don't forget me.
I'll turn into chorus. But please,.
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