there are reasons to talk about it.. this patriarchy we live in (i see it everyday).. who's in the front row finger pointing?. is the gender ratio in bands disappointing?.
Piensa que su nombre era Muley. pero no s. Johny se haca por todos llamar. lo quiso l. un prncipe negro en la ciudad. que en la vieja Europa se mova como un rey..
i heard you're going off the edge. in a more than literal sense.. your expressions of frustration. don't seem to be reminding you. that life doesn't end when we pass.
let's yell if we see it in ourselves.. the passion to do something more. than live inside our culture's fucking walls.. . now i don't have the answers.
Black is black. I want my baby back. It's gray, it's gray. Since you went away oh, oh. What can I do?. 'Cause I'm feeling blue. . If I had my way. She'd be back today.
and so i'm going over it all once again. and looking at how i feel today.. and i'm ok.. the mirror says don't feel down anymore.. and so i see i just can't dig that hole.
yeah let's say what needs to be said.. let's let our feelings out. and let's find a way to get. past these fears and let's scream and shout.. say what, say what.
stumbling on the words again.. trying to make it all sound positive.. but 40 miles heading south with the radio. preaching to me i shouldn't be happy with me..
i look at the cover and it seems. this is the way we're supposed to be. buying into some glossed over. frame-work of humanity.. we need to follow our hearts and dreams..
Por querer saber. Lo que haba ms all de la luna. Por querer tocar el fuego. De una estrella fugaz, su cola. Nos envolvi y nos mando aun. Ms lejos que el sol..