Let it be real
because life is only one
Maybe there's no enough time
to rejoice, to enjoy, to be kind
Baby, make me feel
the energy out of this run
we created all the Gods around
Our culture is our sound
Love to the stars
Love to the stars
Who said there's no life on Mars?
Love to the stars
Love to the stars
will we beat on the wrong guys?
Symbols as the traffic lights
grow up inside of my head
populations without future
pop me to get me dead
Technology and knowledge
put my mother above the rest
but how about the 'Peace and love'?
and life? Are we the last
(one?)
Love to the stars
Love to the stars
Who said there's no life on Mars?
Love to the stars
Love to the stars
will we beat on the wrong guys?
Ada Kayama composes songs and this blog is a base in which she posts lyrics made by herself.
Tuesday, August 27, 2013
Saturday, August 24, 2013
Chinese Vase
I always saw you as
a little black vase with pearls
around of it and that
will not change my life
just for a moment
but I know how funky I am
a great, slim self, check
how beautiful you are
with your white dress and
that vintage curly
hair, my brain now is just a mess
my Chinese vase, come on
make me feel the fire put on you
I know you can be brighter than
fireplace
where we met, oh
you have a black-hole in the eyes
so they are pulling me through
or trying to bite
what I got inside
ease it, be kind
keep yourself in there
inside of this glass box
museum style
I'd like stealing you
just for seconds to
love your shape and make
you know how deeply I'm in love
with a vase
I'm love with a vase!
still and out of faith!
a little black vase with pearls
around of it and that
will not change my life
just for a moment
but I know how funky I am
a great, slim self, check
how beautiful you are
with your white dress and
that vintage curly
hair, my brain now is just a mess
my Chinese vase, come on
make me feel the fire put on you
I know you can be brighter than
fireplace
where we met, oh
you have a black-hole in the eyes
so they are pulling me through
or trying to bite
what I got inside
ease it, be kind
keep yourself in there
inside of this glass box
museum style
I'd like stealing you
just for seconds to
love your shape and make
you know how deeply I'm in love
with a vase
I'm love with a vase!
still and out of faith!
Saturday, August 17, 2013
Goal
I call your name in the rooms
I built a nest in your last words
stuck in a bad feeling
with horses pulling my heart up
I felt your smell in the kitchen
I felt a cold wind running
I looked at you in this sunny,
fucking weekday
I cut my finger in sink
blood stained my sorrow veil
I saw your eyes, so bright
'Cause of your pain, insane
of breakthroughs, of breaking up
maybe love is not for you
look for your real goal
goal
goal
My reaction of protection
wants to avoid that all
it already was caught in ears
I don't believe it though
congratulations little baby
you make me feel so high
what a pity I can't control my
atomic bomb before the
breakthroughs, the breaking up
maybe love is not for you
look for your real goal
goal
goal
let the gong roar
forget that whore
baby come home
your children and me need a Al Pacino
they offer you cars
a star next to Mars
I'll give you just a try
to make different of the other boys
some breakthroughs, some breaking up
maybe love is not for you
look for your real goal
goal
goal
goal
goal
...
I built a nest in your last words
stuck in a bad feeling
with horses pulling my heart up
I felt your smell in the kitchen
I felt a cold wind running
I looked at you in this sunny,
fucking weekday
I cut my finger in sink
blood stained my sorrow veil
I saw your eyes, so bright
'Cause of your pain, insane
of breakthroughs, of breaking up
maybe love is not for you
look for your real goal
goal
goal
My reaction of protection
wants to avoid that all
it already was caught in ears
I don't believe it though
congratulations little baby
you make me feel so high
what a pity I can't control my
atomic bomb before the
breakthroughs, the breaking up
maybe love is not for you
look for your real goal
goal
goal
let the gong roar
forget that whore
baby come home
your children and me need a Al Pacino
they offer you cars
a star next to Mars
I'll give you just a try
to make different of the other boys
some breakthroughs, some breaking up
maybe love is not for you
look for your real goal
goal
goal
goal
goal
...
Labels:
Al Pacino,
breaking up,
Goal,
gong,
love,
other boys,
ROAR,
whore
Sunday, August 11, 2013
Disaster date
I got something to say
while your heart calls my name
wouldn't get to live
with this stone in my body
It's stuck on my DNA
I don't care if you don't have anything
you can forget me but
please call me after ten p.m.
I've said to the walls around me
Our path is a mess, so bloody
Astronomy can't help myself
but I'm not in Hell
I know to figure out the bells
what she tells
will pop now
I got something to say
I bought a disaster date
I just desire my bed
my body's so moveless
walking, thinking in these streets
making songs with my friends
drinking beer or taking pics
I'll kiss his lips, that's so sweet
Some day I'm gonna lose my voice
I'll swallow each fucking toy
from each cumming young boy
this way I'll forget L. B-troy
you're a dumb with your cargo pants
the world moves around and bends
before my eyes, my naked self
I feel from fame, its smell
I got something to say
I bought a disaster date
I just desire my bed
my body's so moveless
while your heart calls my name
wouldn't get to live
with this stone in my body
It's stuck on my DNA
I don't care if you don't have anything
you can forget me but
please call me after ten p.m.
I've said to the walls around me
Our path is a mess, so bloody
Astronomy can't help myself
but I'm not in Hell
I know to figure out the bells
what she tells
will pop now
I got something to say
I bought a disaster date
I just desire my bed
my body's so moveless
walking, thinking in these streets
making songs with my friends
drinking beer or taking pics
I'll kiss his lips, that's so sweet
Some day I'm gonna lose my voice
I'll swallow each fucking toy
from each cumming young boy
this way I'll forget L. B-troy
you're a dumb with your cargo pants
the world moves around and bends
before my eyes, my naked self
I feel from fame, its smell
I got something to say
I bought a disaster date
I just desire my bed
my body's so moveless
Wednesday, August 7, 2013
Anthem to Santa Maria
Bodies outside making the dance
People struck for time and champagne
smoke circulating in those streets
Carry just the mud in your feet
Yes, there's a place where you've never been before
honey or bread, just care about the Peace and love
Yeah, the anthem will sound so kind tonight
a strange beat on our hearts for Jesus Christ
You're just Creation without Faith
look out to the moments that you lived
handshakes, shoppings, gas, New York
the hurry of a second will sign your grave hole
Black, so black as a crucifix in the wall
his mechanic hose just waits to a fall
if it's not on TV, it's not reality
but a real fantasy, made of pure teal concrete
Yes, there's a place where you've never been before
honey or bread, just care about the Peace and love
Yeah, the anthem will sound so kind tonight
a strange beat on our hearts for Jesus Christ
Forgive when they throw stones in his face
forget the sins of the Saint Mary's race
'cause love is still white hope to the poor
as long as the money is a fur, I'm sure
Yes, there's a place where you've never been before
honey or bread, just care about the Peace and love
Yeah, the anthem will sound so kind tonight
a strange beat on our hearts for Jesus Christ
People struck for time and champagne
smoke circulating in those streets
Carry just the mud in your feet
Yes, there's a place where you've never been before
honey or bread, just care about the Peace and love
Yeah, the anthem will sound so kind tonight
a strange beat on our hearts for Jesus Christ
You're just Creation without Faith
look out to the moments that you lived
handshakes, shoppings, gas, New York
the hurry of a second will sign your grave hole
Black, so black as a crucifix in the wall
his mechanic hose just waits to a fall
if it's not on TV, it's not reality
but a real fantasy, made of pure teal concrete
Yes, there's a place where you've never been before
honey or bread, just care about the Peace and love
Yeah, the anthem will sound so kind tonight
a strange beat on our hearts for Jesus Christ
Forgive when they throw stones in his face
forget the sins of the Saint Mary's race
'cause love is still white hope to the poor
as long as the money is a fur, I'm sure
Yes, there's a place where you've never been before
honey or bread, just care about the Peace and love
Yeah, the anthem will sound so kind tonight
a strange beat on our hearts for Jesus Christ
Labels:
2012,
bible,
brazil,
dance,
disaster,
faith,
jesus christ,
life,
Peace and love,
santa maria
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