There was a clubhouse, only kept special guests in Place much darker than the room I rest in Creepy spot where the dust covers the floor And some fishin
He's standin' tall at 5 foot 4, with the sharpness of a troubadour. I dare you look him in the eye. His stench would make a buzzard cry. He likes Burt
Tangling up at the foot of your bed Wonder who's next both went ahead She swears the passion is past me She will outlast me The try to look bored Well
I know what it's like to be martyred for the cause I watch television, I've seen everything The cinema says that my life will be all right I'll watch
Conventional TV Standard basic design harmful beyond belief X-Ray, your mind Watching the new TV Wired into your brain It all becomes so clear You'll
I found a panel in the armoire Beneath the TV was a secret door There was a ladder down to a tunnel And I was walking underneath my floor I walked for
Cousin cousin cousin, I'm pissy drunkin' How 'bout I smack you snuff him and buss him What then? Nothing, you gon' be shocked like stop Your man laying
I've been walking hours today Trying to sort out all the things I have to say We've been changing, shifting with the light Stumbling through the daytimes
Wie ein Stern der erwacht und ein Märchen voll Musik bist auch du nur ein Kind aus der großen Traumfabrik. Seit die Bilder laufen lernten
Flavio Venturini / Vermelho / Suzana Nunes Passou pelo meio da noite Montando o cavalo encantado Saiu pela tela de um velho Cinema de faroeste Foi voando
Flavio Venturini / Vermelho / Suzana Nunes Volta, volta com o tempo Brinque como numa tela Cinema imaginario Viagens delirantes Num colorido levemente
Flvio Venturini / Vermelho / Suzana Nunes Volta, volta com o tempo Brinque como numa tela Cinema imaginrio Viagens delirantes Num colorido levemente irreal
La cola de esta noche no tiene final dos horas confiando que no colgaran dichoso cartelito de completo esta el local. Logre cruzar la puerta diez duritos
You can have girls and girls You can have boys and boys You can have sex and violence You can have space age toys You can have anything that you think
Living with a lack of light, things slip, things slip Things I know very much to be real In here I feel at rest, the insides of my eyelids tell me so
City swallows trees And I am responsible 'Cause I am indifferent to these things I got blood on my windshield And what must be hundreds of movies
(I. Cano) La cola de esta noche no tiene final dos horas confiando que no colgaran dichoso cartelito de completo esta el local. Logre cruzar
Di folla questa notte quanta ce ne sta e il cinema purtroppo non la conterra tra poco quel cartello "Posti in piedi" apparira Con qualche bella spinta