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