First verse:(wordsworth)
Someday U say, U hate music
Someday U say, Y love it. Like on
guy i saw. He didn't stand this
noisy thing at all.
He just wanted to listen to
Whitney Houston all the time
And I said to him: Hey c'mon, U
lose your energy. Why
don't U wanna try something
different, instead of that
entertaining muzak, blow your ears
sometime. It helps U a lot. It
opens your mind, to a new
dimension. U'll find a new side in
U. And above all, your ears are
constantly receiving
noise anyway, all the time. U'll
never stay in silence, anyway. If U
want some noise, let's make real
one, and when U
want some silence, U can enjoy it
by listening to an empty cassette,
constantly waiting to continue
further. Okay, that's it.
Next verse I'm gonna sing, is going
to be written somewhere else, in a
totally different mood, in a totally
different
atmosphere.
CHORUS
Third verse:
A man with a .38 in his hand
what does he look a like? A man in
suit and a tight tie ora hippie-
looking junkie? Shock
the omnkey, no, shot the monkey.
I feel I have to fill this page with a
nonsense-kind of fow, 'cause my
mind is so
fucking stupid. It can't give
anykinda sign of anykinda
creativeness. I'm just lying, like
cows on a field. Now I stop.
This is bullshit, no cowshit. Yes,
I'll turn into chorus. But please,
don't forget me...
CHORUS
Someday U say, U hate music
Someday U say, Y love it. Like on
guy i saw. He didn't stand this
noisy thing at all.
He just wanted to listen to
Whitney Houston all the time
And I said to him: Hey c'mon, U
lose your energy. Why
don't U wanna try something
different, instead of that
entertaining muzak, blow your ears
sometime. It helps U a lot. It
opens your mind, to a new
dimension. U'll find a new side in
U. And above all, your ears are
constantly receiving
noise anyway, all the time. U'll
never stay in silence, anyway. If U
want some noise, let's make real
one, and when U
want some silence, U can enjoy it
by listening to an empty cassette,
constantly waiting to continue
further. Okay, that's it.
Next verse I'm gonna sing, is going
to be written somewhere else, in a
totally different mood, in a totally
different
atmosphere.
CHORUS
Third verse:
A man with a .38 in his hand
what does he look a like? A man in
suit and a tight tie ora hippie-
looking junkie? Shock
the omnkey, no, shot the monkey.
I feel I have to fill this page with a
nonsense-kind of fow, 'cause my
mind is so
fucking stupid. It can't give
anykinda sign of anykinda
creativeness. I'm just lying, like
cows on a field. Now I stop.
This is bullshit, no cowshit. Yes,
I'll turn into chorus. But please,
don't forget me...
CHORUS
Half of what I say is meaningless but I say it just to reach you Julia Julia Julia oceanchild calls me So I sing a ...
Towards an autumn Towards darkness Better fight the power Like a New Years Eve A new day has just begun Keep yours...
Everyboy like a homeless toy Serches for the real joy But soon they ll see how it will be Sorrounding...
I d like to get you But then I was busy and you Didn t want to wait no more I d like to love you But you always came ...
I am free to do whatever I want to I am free to soar like a bird I don t live for this society Only depression of t...
Now I take a huge breath you re in deep cleanness so far from the mess The clod touches m yskin gives me strength...
Again on the stage where everybody s ready To rap this beat or do you wanna call it heavy We wanna wecome you to t...
I m lying on a mountain be the river In the distance see the city I d love to be a bird Started dreaming bout a...
tuuli on kylmae tuuli puhaltaa taukoamatta sade piiskantuu ihoon ja lihaksiin pureutuu viima missae oot kulta k...
I wanna go jo jo underground I wanna live for sight and sound I wanna move towards the flow Dont let me w...
