I won't leave
until the glass disco ball
goes down
The night knows to capture my attention
the big lights change my conceptions
No mirror to reflect, no time to take a snack
Fashion is inside of our love
the photos show how funky and strong we are
getting higher quickly, hurting ourselves deeply
So let the clock says its good-bye
a good invitation like that, you don't decline
Oh, love
In this party, I wanna see your smile
otherwise I'll kiss your lips twice
My God...
I won't leave
until the glass disco ball
goes down
I know to deal
with you caged in my heart
Sweet town
I remind your clothes torn to pieces around
the day was blind and it got late to wake up
(just the wind in the window)
let me play my leather-guitar for you
before I've to take you to your wedding parlour
(Dubois Avenue, road to truth)
I won't leave
until the glass disco ball
goes down
I won't leave
until the glass disco ball
goes down
Monday, July 29, 2013
Wednesday, July 24, 2013
Free
There's no conclusions and nothing to doubt
our violence is fast but the democracy's slow
those little boys are lookin' through the holes of laws
the greatest things must be the freest possible
the greatest things must be the freest possible
Leaving corners and leaving me alone
lost in a cross, just a symbol of stone
those little boys are looking old and though
their parents are dead the worst still will come
the greatest things must be the freest possible
the greatest things must be the freest possible
Today it breathes, tomorrow no more
I feed a life guided by some love
I swear: I pray but it doesn't work
perhaps I was made to suffer with the sword
the greatest things must be the freest possible
the greatest things must be the freest possible
the greatest things must be the freest possible
the greatest things must be the freest possible...
[spoken]
it begun on Greece
and run all the world
the dice were cast
one more word
the love still lasts
need to know your goals
it isn't the best
but it's a start-point
our violence is fast but the democracy's slow
those little boys are lookin' through the holes of laws
the greatest things must be the freest possible
the greatest things must be the freest possible
Leaving corners and leaving me alone
lost in a cross, just a symbol of stone
those little boys are looking old and though
their parents are dead the worst still will come
the greatest things must be the freest possible
the greatest things must be the freest possible
Today it breathes, tomorrow no more
I feed a life guided by some love
I swear: I pray but it doesn't work
perhaps I was made to suffer with the sword
the greatest things must be the freest possible
the greatest things must be the freest possible
the greatest things must be the freest possible
the greatest things must be the freest possible...
[spoken]
it begun on Greece
and run all the world
the dice were cast
one more word
the love still lasts
need to know your goals
it isn't the best
but it's a start-point
Monday, July 15, 2013
Out of you
Your soul is out
a long path in front of me
screams aloud
what's out, what's in
they will call your name in the end
they will kiss you three times deeply
their faces are in the concrete
they play with the art without meaning
a bip-bop hat down on floor
a girl swinging like a freak whore
Andy's quotes written in the wall
I'm red wine in the Carnival
Your soul is out
a long path in front of me
screams aloud
what's out, what's in
The sun goes down
I can see the moonbeam
Cats with no paws
what d'you think 'bout it?
tic-tac-toe hunk, take your time to think
don't waste time, die along your friends
let the light shines like your bright-blue-eyes
Jesus won't be crucified twice
no no no no between yes and go
in a minute you need to lose control
your bloody lips are real thin slaves
or days, dates, dices, faith or rays
Your soul is out
a long path in front of me
screams aloud
what's out, what's in
The sun goes down
I can see the moonbeam
Cats with no paws
what d'you think 'bout it?
a long path in front of me
screams aloud
what's out, what's in
they will call your name in the end
they will kiss you three times deeply
their faces are in the concrete
they play with the art without meaning
a bip-bop hat down on floor
a girl swinging like a freak whore
Andy's quotes written in the wall
I'm red wine in the Carnival
Your soul is out
a long path in front of me
screams aloud
what's out, what's in
The sun goes down
I can see the moonbeam
Cats with no paws
what d'you think 'bout it?
tic-tac-toe hunk, take your time to think
don't waste time, die along your friends
let the light shines like your bright-blue-eyes
Jesus won't be crucified twice
no no no no between yes and go
in a minute you need to lose control
your bloody lips are real thin slaves
or days, dates, dices, faith or rays
Your soul is out
a long path in front of me
screams aloud
what's out, what's in
The sun goes down
I can see the moonbeam
Cats with no paws
what d'you think 'bout it?
Sunday, July 14, 2013
Life On Road
Two seconds untill the meet of our bodies
the energy is on fire running wild
take your time to feel my love
a little time to make the dance
and fight against...
fight against...
what's wrong
Your brain is your powerful gun (ah, ah)
the pain can't deny yourself
the world is small for you now (ah, ah)
this travel is for Paris or Hell
Hear the 'bang-bang' of my drum
say 'yes' as wedding bells ring
the night for us is just a tramp
who we fuck and leave behind without teeth
I scream your label across the bar
nobody knows where you've been
you'd have lost your mind
with no money, go out of line
a new way to waste your life
but I'll survive...
a freak time...
in L.A.
Stop in the corners to rest (voilà!)
the road is our wife, love and home
top, wrench, oil, fuel and control (cars-cars)
with you I'll never be alone
my motor's music is marvelous
a lot of girls like it too much
let her take a ride on your cock
go away before the sun rises up
I'm not formal, I'm not social
quickly I race on the edge of my life
a man on leather denim shouldn't be kind, I know
but he's always on to Eagles' calls
Your brain is your powerful gun (ah, ah)
the pain can't deny yourself
the world is small for you now (ah, ah)
this travel is for Paris or Hell
Hear the 'bang-bang' of my drum
say 'yes' as wedding bells ring
the night for us is just a tramp
who we fuck and leave behind without teeth
the energy is on fire running wild
take your time to feel my love
a little time to make the dance
and fight against...
fight against...
what's wrong
Your brain is your powerful gun (ah, ah)
the pain can't deny yourself
the world is small for you now (ah, ah)
this travel is for Paris or Hell
Hear the 'bang-bang' of my drum
say 'yes' as wedding bells ring
the night for us is just a tramp
who we fuck and leave behind without teeth
I scream your label across the bar
nobody knows where you've been
you'd have lost your mind
with no money, go out of line
a new way to waste your life
but I'll survive...
a freak time...
in L.A.
Stop in the corners to rest (voilà!)
the road is our wife, love and home
top, wrench, oil, fuel and control (cars-cars)
with you I'll never be alone
my motor's music is marvelous
a lot of girls like it too much
let her take a ride on your cock
go away before the sun rises up
I'm not formal, I'm not social
quickly I race on the edge of my life
a man on leather denim shouldn't be kind, I know
but he's always on to Eagles' calls
Your brain is your powerful gun (ah, ah)
the pain can't deny yourself
the world is small for you now (ah, ah)
this travel is for Paris or Hell
Hear the 'bang-bang' of my drum
say 'yes' as wedding bells ring
the night for us is just a tramp
who we fuck and leave behind without teeth
- 'Voilà' is a french expression that means 'here it is'.
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
If it's not democracy
"There are things written by God
those who run the world with their tongues
a little time, a little time to think
the humans need to make something
That's not about love
that's what makes us strong
questions are around me
I said: government sorry!"
~~ AUDIO: http://www.4shared.com/music/HRJ447Rg/Questions.html
those who run the world with their tongues
a little time, a little time to think
the humans need to make something
That's not about love
that's what makes us strong
questions are around me
I said: government sorry!"
~~ AUDIO: http://www.4shared.com/music/HRJ447Rg/Questions.html
It's you
it's you
the song playing inside of my heart
the raindrops knocking into the glass
of my window, refreshing my ego
It's you
the beat reflected through my eyes
the still silence caught in my throat
while I'm trying to scream though
It's you, It's you
changed for the better, neither left me letters
It's you, It's you
something that you borrow, a love made of sorrow
It's you, It's you...
It's you
the space torn between the light and dark
the ray of life growing fastly as porcupine
babies running away in the forest, no time
It's you
the bright sign that shines like lines in the stars
It's you
the cupid is stupid like a crowded warehouse
It's you
the last lost call in my phone when I'm not home
It's you, it's you
kiss me and jump in my arms and make love
It's you, It's you
changed for the better, neither left me letters
It's you, It's you
something that you borrow, a love made of sorrow
It's you, It's you...
It's you, It's you
a space sound alerts me:love always brings fears
It's you, It's you
like a whore you fall, want to bring me down
It's you, It's you...
It's you, It's you...
the song playing inside of my heart
the raindrops knocking into the glass
of my window, refreshing my ego
It's you
the beat reflected through my eyes
the still silence caught in my throat
while I'm trying to scream though
It's you, It's you
changed for the better, neither left me letters
It's you, It's you
something that you borrow, a love made of sorrow
It's you, It's you...
It's you
the space torn between the light and dark
the ray of life growing fastly as porcupine
babies running away in the forest, no time
It's you
the bright sign that shines like lines in the stars
It's you
the cupid is stupid like a crowded warehouse
It's you
the last lost call in my phone when I'm not home
It's you, it's you
kiss me and jump in my arms and make love
It's you, It's you
changed for the better, neither left me letters
It's you, It's you
something that you borrow, a love made of sorrow
It's you, It's you...
It's you, It's you
a space sound alerts me:love always brings fears
It's you, It's you
like a whore you fall, want to bring me down
It's you, It's you...
It's you, It's you...
About a Song
I've heard lots of David Bowie's songs. He's really a prince of the 60-70's-musical productions.
Then I began writing some phrases inspired by this song
until I got a main idea.
I decided to make something
a little thriller,
a little bucolic,
a little old-fashioned,
a little "I-used-drugs-and-got-a-vibe"
but talking about love and relationship.
So, I'm gonna post my new classic:
IT'S YOU.
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