Technophile
he said to me that he was
Technophile
he said to me that he was
was in love...
the world is gonna be spinning 'round, around and around
Satellites will still send me info about you tonight
those screens glowing while everything falls to the ground
Please follow my steps all night and let your heart howl loudly
Technophile
he said to me that he was
Technophile
he said to me that he was
was in love
Pretty handsome
you'll never want to freak out
Cocaine or dope
struggle not to let my feeling down
the world will be dark blue yet, just an Apple core
the faces of my civilization are scary like never before
I hear the squeals, the sound of the Big-Bang
give me energy, connect our wires and set my lens
Technophile
he said to me that he was
Technophile
he said to me that he was
was in love
Pretty handsome
you'll never want to freak out
Cocaine or dope
struggle not to let my feeling down
Maybe they take our passion out
flying saucers recording movements now
looking for monsters in a crowd of them
'Cause of it Ziggy broke up his band...
Technophile
he said to me that he was
Technophile
he said to me that he was
was in love
Pretty handsome
you'll never want to freak out
Cocaine or dope
struggle not to let my feeling down...
Ada Kayama composes songs and this blog is a base in which she posts lyrics made by herself.
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Monday, January 6, 2014
Sunday, December 22, 2013
Dr. Strangelove (or How I learnt to love the bomb)
Doctor Strangelove
give me your advice to change my mind
there are some bombs exploding outside
Sometimes I wish I could be blind
Pilot Strangelove
Remember your code and forget the war
Capitalism and Socialism are far from you
while you smoke out the sky, too high
Sometimes I wish I could be blind
Are you listening orders on the radio?
Do you even miss the perfume of the pretty girls?
Doctor Strangelove
the pain of the death is so cruel to bear
hidden in your eyes I can see some tears
nuclear explosion, radioactive fear
I cry, sometimes I wish I could be blind
Dear, my parents are waiting for a piece of my dead body
maybe my nation won't exist anymore
Can you hear me? you got the answer
don't get offended
We live a fleeting, scary moment with more lies
Sometimes I wish I could be blind
Sometimes I wish I could be blind
Sometimes I wish I could be blind...
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