Why can't we dance in the same groove every day?. My step starts from 6 to 1, from 6 to 1. You may make fun of my honesty. But I think consciousness is the same in space.
osing your sense of pride. and crawling through to dark.. He was all but over looked. by the readers of Fleet Street. . Confronted by a similar emotion..
The bomb in my heart is beating me a B note. Maybe my ear dirt is cheating on me, yo. Missin' you on a Sunday morning. . Need somethin' new, it's Sunday morning.
Why can't we dance in the same groove every day?. My step starts from 6 to 1, from 6 to 1. You may make fun of my honesty. But I think consciousness is the same in space.
The bomb in my heart is beating me a B note. Maybe my ear dirt is cheating on me, yo. Missin' you on a Sunday morning. . Need somethin' new, it's Sunday morning.
The velocity of time turns her voice into sugar water. . I'm on a concrete way. The wind is blowing to the north, northwest. It smells like sands of the southern island.
She's got a living stone and rain in her hand. She doesn't have an umbrella to cover herself. She's got a living stone and pain in her mind. All I can do is sing for her and myself.
Though the water boils. Don't turn off the heat. Can't find the spoon that we once had. The sugar cubes will melt no more. . We belong as two together.
I'm so speechless. You saw me crying you've never known. I'm so speechless. I'll never come back to you. . Did you call me? Once in a week?. All you wanna do is to be like a sheik.
What's up be? Wa-sa-bi. I'm searchin' the city for sci-fi wasabi. The start button has been pushed already. Obi-Wan Kenobi is waiting for me in Union Square.
I was fifteen when my daddy's old man. Caught me half way through my first beer. He laughed so hard when my face turned green. He said "You come from a long line of sinners like me".
This is gonna be one of those nights. I already made the call, came home kinda tipsy, feeling kinda lonely yea, lets blame it on the alcohol. This is gonna be one of those things, we can never ever talk about,.
Shchedryk shchedryk, shchedrivochka. Pryletila lastivochka. Stala sobi shchebetaty. Hospodarya vyklykaty. Vyydy, vyydy, hospodaryu. Podyvysya na kosharu.
Sweet little jesus boy. They made you be born in a manger. Sweet little holy child. We didn't know who you were. . Sweet little jesus boy. They made you be born in a manger.
[SONGS & LYRICS BY TATSU MIKAMI]. . REVOLUTION FOR NEW GENERATION. SEX, DRUG & MURDER. I'LL SHOW YOU THE WAY TO KILL, MY CHILDREN. . DEMOLITION FOR NEW CREATION.
[SONGS & LYRICS BY TATSU MIKAMI]. . HELLO FROM THE GUTTER OF " NEW YORK CITY " - A SON OF SAM. " SAM " ,MY FARTHER NEEDS SOME BLOOD. TO PRESERVE HIS YOUTH.
Once again here is the sunlight. Picking through my cities grey sky. Not anymore lasting a night time. I'll feel again what is to be alive. . The rain slowly stops one day at a time.
I came to see her daddy for sit down man to man. It wasn't any secret I'd be asking for her hand. I guess that's why he left me waiting in the living room by myself.
Id give anything to go back. Do anything to go there. To take my breath away again. . I still see her face right there. Starin at me, and I swear. I can feel you here.
She steppin' on the gas, going too fast. Driving with her knee. Trucker screamin, Baby, pick a lane. Youre gonna hurt somebody. . Got the mirror sideways, puttin on her face.