My little red book, day tripper. UFO club, Pink Floyd, soft machine. Talk about a heavy scene. I'm a psychedelic child. . Maharishi Mahesh Yogi, flower power.
Got a good feeling when she walks by. I got to move closer, she makes me high. The touch of her body, I feel next to mine. Every action moving in time.
Eyes hidden beneath black and blue. Fangs behind your lips. Skin so pale and untrue. I see my BREATH WHEN WE KISS. Why do your fingers go through mine when I just want to hold your hand?.
And with the dawn she changes. Her voice in different ranges. The torn and tattered pages. For all I've done, poor wages. Satisfied, I never lied. Say goodbye, I couldn't try.
Do you know Fred?. . I know I should have learned to speak properly in order to form a rock group in England, sorry for that, after all you have dumped the runes for people like the Normans and me..
All the nights that I've missed you. All the nights without end. All the times that I've called you. Only needing a friend. . Now, your eyes shine with beauty.
You know, we, Barins, are emigrants,. false dago reds (devil rats),. ended up in Brighton, England.. . We were looking to get a life. We were staying in this crazy hostel.
It's easy to see a poor boy's blues. When he's working every day. It's harder to be there in his shoes. He was born to be that way. If I tell you tomorrow I'm leaving.
I wanted to write a lyric about god for this song,. not about all this fucking evil which religion is and religious people do,. but how could I write something good about nothing especially, humn, real?.
And with the rain. Soft pools of blue. White mist like love. When you glow so new. Must warm to you. . Just like the snow. Falling anew. When it's soaked through.
Hey Tony, don't go away, please.. You're Barins' souce, wow.. . Someone's trying to stick me a finger now. But I'm not that type, no.. . Valpolicella, you're glorious, I feel in a roses sea..
Truth is never easy. And the game of life is hard. It's Devil take the loser. When love is hard to find. . Living in a cold world. And winter's got my heart.
Hi there, the name of the group is Barins. Yeah, Barins, Italian surname, borrowing meaning from pubs and brains. . Or 360 Graus' characters. . We don't play well to please (no one but ourselves).
I was down on the east side. On a block with no name. When I walked in a movie. You were blue, I was game. Tell me, did you love it, baby?. Did you think your smile looked right?.
You, can make the day seem right. And make the darkness bright. That's what you do. . Girl, don't hide your love away. You'll want it back some day. That's what they say.
Met an old friend the other day. Recognized from a different age. Like a ghost in a photograph. Distant memories of the past. . There was Nico and Limpopo.
His crazy frame against the dawn. His hungry leap and ragged fall. A suicidal perch is now laid bare. To searching eyes and empty stares. A fearful silence hits the crowd.
Panic. When you hear the music stop. Never let the silence win. Turn the record on again. . Panic. When you hear the music stop. Never let them turn you down.
Boy:. . People hug and give each other kisses. Holding hands and walking side by side. But everytime I try to charm a lady she runs away.... . What am I doing wrong?.
Lost generations out of place. Hidden from our eyes, your beauty, your grace. Lovely visions from before our birth. And the pictures say origin Earth.