[woof! fuck
woof! fuck
woof! fuck
woof! fuck
woof! fuck
woof! fuck
...]
take off everything you wear today
let me see the consequences, baby
even you were lost through the dark
I'd be able to find you, sweetheart
the moon is queen on a nightmare
Maybe we'll just kiss
late you come, I miss
your behavior and your lips
your conception and your jeans
the psycho and the phyyyyyy
[sical
physical, physical
so natural...
[woof! fuck
woof! fuck
woof! fuck
woof! fuck
woof! fuck
woof! fuck
...]
cheap apartment
only one dollar in your hands
no-one said it'd be easy, pretty girl
at least we're together
but our story is not forever
you need to learn to face the scar in their face
Maybe we'll just kiss
late you come, I miss
your behavior and your lips
your conception and your jeans
the psycho and the phyyyyyy
[sical
physical, physical
so natural...
[woof! fuck
woof! fuck
woof! fuck
woof! fuck
woof! fuck
woof! fuck
...]
Even we don't have any cent to spend tonight
we could go beyond, just let the stars guide us
the first flow is hard to struggle and it's unfair
the secret of the Heroes is their force of caring
[woof! fuck
woof! fuck
woof! fuck
woof! fuck
woof! fuck
woof! fuck
...]
Ada Kayama composes songs and this blog is a base in which she posts lyrics made by herself.
Friday, November 29, 2013
WOOF! FUCK
Labels:
behavior,
conception,
feel,
fuck,
hard times,
nostalgy,
woof
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
Backdoor
Look at your heroes now
they're all gone
tomatoes come from the crowd
you better run
get the backdoor behind the curtains
the pain of the screams are loud
stay at home
hope is hard to be found
when you're alone
get the backdoor behind the curtains
get your seat in the first line if you like it too intense
Don't want to be too proud
or you maybe fall down
it's pretty to get your own place
covering lies upon the brow
wish you were better than your parents
this way you can't feel the joy of your fancy...
Don't want to be too proud
or you maybe fall down
it's pretty to get your own place
covering lies upon the brow
wish you were better than your parents
this way you can't feel the joy of your fancy...
they're all gone
tomatoes come from the crowd
you better run
get the backdoor behind the curtains
the pain of the screams are loud
stay at home
hope is hard to be found
when you're alone
get the backdoor behind the curtains
get your seat in the first line if you like it too intense
Don't want to be too proud
or you maybe fall down
it's pretty to get your own place
covering lies upon the brow
wish you were better than your parents
this way you can't feel the joy of your fancy...
Don't want to be too proud
or you maybe fall down
it's pretty to get your own place
covering lies upon the brow
wish you were better than your parents
this way you can't feel the joy of your fancy...
Monday, November 25, 2013
25
I'd have sex with everybody in these streets
just to find the best things about me
it's not promiscuous or something else
it's not obliques or what the Hell?
it's just the answers I'm looking for
so long time and hear me before
I run away from you
leaving your bedroom
baby, I wanna die
you're my suicide
here we go...
here we go...
here we go
like nothing's happening
here we go again
wanting to change our lives and live till we die together
trying to get some love from the rolling stones forever
but, please look around, see the faces judging us and the critic in the mouth
let at least the emotion behind
don't know truth from lie
'Cause your throat is full of it
and I'm lost looking at it
we are torn between an universe
where the verse is written in week pain
maybe there's no gain
but a lot of shame
to put you down...
to put you down...
to put you upside down...
Gabriel is down...
just a second
and the time will have passed as if we were here for a decade
I've been dedicated to a weird kind of love today
and I swear, I appreciate it even though I've never heard about it before
it's the core, of love, unless you decide to leave and let me alone right now
I'll know I could be happy and even beside nobody
that's so irregular, so insecure like the fear dropping into my tears
pain of the war, horror faces circulating around my mask
let me fall down and call you before I left...
just to find the best things about me
it's not promiscuous or something else
it's not obliques or what the Hell?
it's just the answers I'm looking for
so long time and hear me before
I run away from you
leaving your bedroom
baby, I wanna die
you're my suicide
here we go...
here we go...
here we go
like nothing's happening
here we go again
wanting to change our lives and live till we die together
trying to get some love from the rolling stones forever
but, please look around, see the faces judging us and the critic in the mouth
let at least the emotion behind
don't know truth from lie
'Cause your throat is full of it
and I'm lost looking at it
we are torn between an universe
where the verse is written in week pain
maybe there's no gain
but a lot of shame
to put you down...
to put you down...
to put you upside down...
Gabriel is down...
just a second
and the time will have passed as if we were here for a decade
I've been dedicated to a weird kind of love today
and I swear, I appreciate it even though I've never heard about it before
it's the core, of love, unless you decide to leave and let me alone right now
I'll know I could be happy and even beside nobody
that's so irregular, so insecure like the fear dropping into my tears
pain of the war, horror faces circulating around my mask
let me fall down and call you before I left...
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
CHRONIC SHYNESS
It's possible to feel what's in the air
that's real
it runs throughout your hair
black pants
bright like your glossy eyes
rush in the vein
wind of ecstasy owns my brain
I tried to tie my emotion up
but it always wants to explode around
and overpasses the sound
Biggle, please don't cry
look at the audience in the stereo
sometimes shame is a difficult affair
my problem, in fact, is to care
too much!
too much about the eyes and the fashion
too much thinking about silly passion
too much about bodies and furious hands
I...
I wanna die in front of you
to get my dick sucked, friend asshole
and don't look at the mirror again
Did I make it plain?
I'm so surreal
I can sweat out wearing just a blouse
feet, hands, soul, armpits and the ground
when I make love there with a fat, hairy guy
my ass is the worst one
it is sleazy but still stinks and then
I feel the water dropping and stains my jeans
my dream is to wake up dry and t'row out D' spray tan
Biggle, please don't cry
look at the audience in the stereo
sometimes shame is a difficult affair
my problem, in fact, is to care
too much!
too much about the eyes and the fashion
too much thinking about silly passion
too much about bodies and furious hands
I...
I wanna die in front of you
to get my dick sucked, friend asshole
and don't look at the mirror again
Did I make it plain?
I'll never wear a warm sweater
I'll never get to cut my hair (by my own!)
I'll never dress that dress that I wore
when I was alone at home
I'll never have sex while I pee
I promise I'll do the best things for me
and I swear I'll never be called freak
as long as I hold my breath...
that's real
it runs throughout your hair
black pants
bright like your glossy eyes
rush in the vein
wind of ecstasy owns my brain
I tried to tie my emotion up
but it always wants to explode around
and overpasses the sound
Biggle, please don't cry
look at the audience in the stereo
sometimes shame is a difficult affair
my problem, in fact, is to care
too much!
too much about the eyes and the fashion
too much thinking about silly passion
too much about bodies and furious hands
I...
I wanna die in front of you
to get my dick sucked, friend asshole
and don't look at the mirror again
Did I make it plain?
I'm so surreal
I can sweat out wearing just a blouse
feet, hands, soul, armpits and the ground
when I make love there with a fat, hairy guy
my ass is the worst one
it is sleazy but still stinks and then
I feel the water dropping and stains my jeans
my dream is to wake up dry and t'row out D' spray tan
Biggle, please don't cry
look at the audience in the stereo
sometimes shame is a difficult affair
my problem, in fact, is to care
too much!
too much about the eyes and the fashion
too much thinking about silly passion
too much about bodies and furious hands
I...
I wanna die in front of you
to get my dick sucked, friend asshole
and don't look at the mirror again
Did I make it plain?
I'll never wear a warm sweater
I'll never get to cut my hair (by my own!)
I'll never dress that dress that I wore
when I was alone at home
I'll never have sex while I pee
I promise I'll do the best things for me
and I swear I'll never be called freak
as long as I hold my breath...
Monday, November 18, 2013
Yesterday
I`m so sorry for yesterday
and I promise I`ll change my way
the way you`ve looked at me
blew up my brain
unforgettable is the kiss that we gave
dark room, the start of a new story
two fools, and a false love that we carry
shit under the shoes, broken hearts and a feel of fury
a kind of blue in your wide eyes they bury meeeee
they bury meeeeee
and they also bleed
I`m so sorry for yesterday
and I promise I`ll change my way
the way you`ve looked at me
blew up my brain
unforgettable is the kiss that we gave
he made me queen, wearing McQueen
not only money, but a man without sins
I`m so proud today, glad you became
that kind of love my Lord always obeys
pretty, sleazy girl who thinks it`s important
she got a title won in a silly contest
her bling, her taste? syrup of a hooker, pal
you`ll never find a girl to fuck you like me at all
I`m so sorry for yesterday
and I promise I`ll change my way
the way you`ve looked at me
blew up my brain
unforgettable is the kiss that we gave
pleasant to meet you
it`s a reason to boast
reason to boast...
reason to boast...
and I promise I`ll change my way
the way you`ve looked at me
blew up my brain
unforgettable is the kiss that we gave
dark room, the start of a new story
two fools, and a false love that we carry
shit under the shoes, broken hearts and a feel of fury
a kind of blue in your wide eyes they bury meeeee
they bury meeeeee
and they also bleed
I`m so sorry for yesterday
and I promise I`ll change my way
the way you`ve looked at me
blew up my brain
unforgettable is the kiss that we gave
he made me queen, wearing McQueen
not only money, but a man without sins
I`m so proud today, glad you became
that kind of love my Lord always obeys
pretty, sleazy girl who thinks it`s important
she got a title won in a silly contest
her bling, her taste? syrup of a hooker, pal
you`ll never find a girl to fuck you like me at all
I`m so sorry for yesterday
and I promise I`ll change my way
the way you`ve looked at me
blew up my brain
unforgettable is the kiss that we gave
pleasant to meet you
it`s a reason to boast
reason to boast...
reason to boast...
Saturday, November 9, 2013
Bailarina
Bailarina, we know she doesn't know to dance, dance
Bailarina, we know she doesn't know to dance, dance
Bailarina, we know she doesn't know to dance, dance
dance, dance
It's time
to choose your own choices and
to deal with your thoughts again
don't wait your turn to come in the line
if life's chaos
want to sink into this black hole
chances won't scape from you, you know
you're in a roller coaster aiming to hold your goal
faster than ever and 'never' is just a word!
Bailarina, we know she doesn't know to dance, dance
Bailarina, we know she doesn't know to dance, dance
dance, dance
[piano+voice]
In my daydream I've been
I believe I got an explosion
inside my heart, so deep
something that puts me up
when I'm very bad
I've laid down all my belief
in real things, forgetting I'm emotional
Maybe I need you to see
how is the reality, how lovely I can be
Bailarina, we know she doesn't know to dance, dance
Bailarina, we know she doesn't know to dance, dance
Bailarina, we know she doesn't know to dance, dance
Bailarina, we know she doesn't know to dance, dance
dance, dance, dance, dance, dance...
Knives in the toes, with her high heels off
I found you out, but I need to allow this love
you're treating me rough, is there link between souls?
I'll fight for my crown, my braveness turns on my show
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