Rhytm Is A Cancer
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 f**king 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 |