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Tytuł: Rhytm is a cancer

  • Wykonawca: Waltari
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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,
   for starters. Music exits for totally
   different
   moods, and after all, it's all the same
   CHORUS:
   HC vispila!
   HC vispila!
   HC vispila!
   Tahdomme LIHAA!
   Second verse:
   Once I started to talk to you, don't
   wanna stop at all. Now I'm sitting
   in a van, on the backseat, riding
   this bullshit.
   Coming back from the First
   Official European Tour. There's
   Stockholm, outside the window,
   old buildigs, King's
   Court, nice place! My head is on a
   melody hill, but my feet are
   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 monkey, 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