Cibo Matto - Sunday part II

Tekst :

Why can t we dance in the same groove every day?
My step starts from 6 to 1, from 6 to 1, you make fun of my honesty
But I think consciousness is the same in space... in space...

I m living in the second world, I m watching, watching you from the second world
Don t complain about it, baby, I can not be perfect for you
Still learning every Sunday, I just spend. I just spend...every Sunday... every Sunday

Inne utwory

  • Artichoke
  • Twenty questions
  • Flowers
  • Sugar water
  • White pepper ice cream
  • Welcome to the jungle
  • Speechless
  • Would i be the one
  • Theme
  • Birthday cake
  • Karma
  • Apple
  • Stone
  • About a girl
  • King of silence
  • Losowe utwory

    Bundeskanzler

    Bundeskanzler
    1998 wir stehen an einem Wendepunkt
    Sender aller Länder funkt, unsern Plan zur Änderung
    wir melden uns zurück auf jeder Frequenz
    (König Boris, Schiffmeister und Dokter Renz)
    -Es begab sich vor nicht all zu langer Zeit
    Wir hörten Metal Geschreddel aus Seattle und spielten Scrabble
    bei behaglicher Beleuchtung auf Boris...

    Cop it

    Woman:
    Cop it
    Object
    Put it in the pot
    Then rock it
    Put it out
    Look how I profit
    Haters tryna knock it
    But I won t stop
    Cuz they know I m about to blow

    Yes it s me
    The underestimated MC
    So, ill with the flow I need a M.D.
    Somebody call a doctor
    I make em all sick...

    Easier done than said

    Like a Fire Burning in the Kitchen Sink
    Like a Choir That Can t Agree On What to Sing
    Like a Wild Raging River That Just Can t Find the Will
    You Change Your Mind a Thousand Times, Deciding to Stand Still

    Better to Live Than to Explain
    Better to Write Than to Have Read
    Better...

    Out of time

    I see something turning in your mind
    Round these vicious circles out of time
    I met a [] it s just the same old story
    Opening your head it s just look right through me
    What gets left when hope gets left behind

    Sometime...

    Burndown

    My love in you
    Purified in holy flesh
    Our shape blurred
    By the frame of hate
    Fly out from the edge of time...

    White, white
    Goddes i sleep in you

    Reach me
    To the winter s calm

    White, white
    Goddes i sleep in you

    Thy darkest trip
    Ends in the seasons change
    ...

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