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We don’t play guitars, We´re standing on stage with our microphones, but we don’t play guitars, Got the sherman up here with us, no we don’t play guitars, We don’t play guitars, Can you play guitar? We don’t play guitars said can you play guitar? We don’t play guitars, We don’t play guitars, We can go shopping in the supermarket but we don’t play guitars, We shop more than other people, we don’t play guitars, Can you play guitar? Can you play guitar? Were standing in Tobi´s studio but we don’t play guitars, Neither do kiki or Melissa, No we don’t play guitars, We like to use gaffa tape but we don’t play guitars, Give us your gaffa tape, we don’t want your guitars, We don’t play guitars, We don’t play guitars, No we don´t play guitars (Peaches): you may not play guitars but I do! You know, maybe COS don’t play guitars but, P.E.A.C.H.E.S plays guitar, I play guitar, that’s right, I play guitar, Well you may not play guitar but I play guitar and I love it! We like using gaffa tape but we don’t play guitars, Give us your gaffa tape cos we don’t play guitars, Can you play guitar? We don’t play guitars, We don’t play guitars, We don’t play guitars, We don’t play guitars etc....
no, mind your own business, no, mind your own business, can you hear those people behind me looking at your feelings inside me, listen to the distance between us, why dont you mind your own business, why dont you mind your own business, can I interfere in your crisis, can I have a taste of your ice cream, can I have a taste of your ice cream, can I lick the crumbs from your table, can I lick the crumbs from your table, can I interfere in your crisis, no, mind your own business no, mind your own business, listen to the distance between us, can you hear those people behind me, looking at your feelings inside me, no, mind your own business, can you hear those people behind me, looking at your feelings inside me, listen to the distance between us, no, mind your own business, why dont you mind your own business, why dont you mind your own business, why dont you mind your own business....
like I want for obies and you hope for a series, blood whithers to dust--stick around for 7 seasons, I have studied costuming, I have good inflection, I move to the city, I practice my centering a passion for acting filled me....
but I think Oh bondage up yours! Bind me tie me, chain me to the wall, I wanna be a slave to you all, Oh bondage up yours, Oh bondage no more, Oh bondage up yours, Oh bondage no more, Chain-store chain-smoke, I consume you all, Chain-gang chain-mail, I don't think at all, Oh bondage up yours, Oh bondage no more, Oh bondage up yours, Oh bondage no more, Thrash me crash me beat me till I fall, I wanna be a victim for you all, Oh bondage up yours, Oh bondage no more, Oh bondage up yours, Oh bondage no more....
I found that I for a moment had slipped away. ripped in two, then pasted back again, then crumpled up inside, then tossed aside, you know that It feels so bad. oh Mercury, oh Mercury, happened once, then it, happened twice, then it happened thrice and now a fourth? you know that? quietly, almost elusively almost invisibly, I found that I for a moment, Had slipped away. oh Mercury....
as hearing when we lie, the truth is not kind and you've said neither am I, but the air outside so soft is saying everything, everything, all I want is to feel this way, to be this close, to feel the same, all I want is to feel this way, the evening speaks, I feel it say...nothing's so cold, as closing the heart when all we need, is to free the soul, but we wouldn't be that brave I know and the air outside so soft, confessing everything, everything and it won't matter now, whatever happens to me? though the air speaks of all we'll never be it won't trouble me and it feels so close, let it take me in, let it hold me so, I can feel it say...
that you can't squeeze 'round while tearing off another page of loose change outrage, it's another perfect day, until the night shows, exploding international, the wind did howl, the sky above was thick with rings of smoke and clouds and hanging on the bleeding end of conscious, who's this? was there anything I missed as far as you know? was it all for swinging you around? exploding international, the sun, the sights, the moments you are viewing, through a beam of light, propel you through the golden age, we crash-land the first page on a crumbling world stage, into the front rows all for swinging you around and off your feet, all the love you found, spinning 'round, we're twisting incognito, with no time, can't talk, can't tell if this is fantasy or culture shock or remnants of a golden age, that's near mint unplayed or a welcome overstayed, beneath the lightshow all for swinging you around....
with scarves of red tied ’round their throats, to keep their little heads from fallin’ in the snow and I turned ’round and there you go, and Michael, you would fall and turn the white snow red as strawberries in the summertime....
Keep going.If I do look back, I'll never get over you. Any ounces of doubt, Don't show them. In this ancient game, Where players never lose. Why did it fail? For what reason? How many times and whom, must I ask to know? Just a long way around or a dead end? Bound for a place I could only reach alone....
'bout your daughter, no, she's not my type (but suppose she said she loved me?) Are you afraid of the mix of black and white? We're livin' in a land where the law say, The mixing of race makes the blood impure, She's a woman, I’m a man, By the look on your face I see ya can't stand it, Black man, black woman, black baby, White man, white woman, white baby, White man, black woman, black baby, Black man, white woman, black baby, Man, you need to calm down, don't get mad, I don't need your sista (but suppose she says she loves me?) Would you still love her or would you dissmiss her? (hey!) what is pure? who is pure? Is it european state of being, I ain't sure, If the whole world was to come through peace and love, Then what would we be made of? Excuse us for the news, You might not be amused, But did you know white comes from black, No need to be confused, Excuse us for the news, I question those accused, Why is this fear of black from white, Influence who you choose? Man, I don't want your wife, Stop screamin' it's not the end of your life (but suppose she says she loves me?) What's wrong with some color in your family tree? (yeah!) I don't know, I'm just a rhyme sayer, Skins protected against the ozone layers, Breakdown, 2001, It might be best black or just brown, countdown!....
you could be headed for the serious strife, Now you make the scene all day, but tomorrow there'll be hell to pay, people listen attentively, I mean about future calamity, I used to think the idea was obsolete, until I heard the old man stamping his feet. This is a place where eternally fire is applied to the body, teeth are extruded and bones are ground, then baked into cakes which are passed around., beauty, talent, fame, money, refinement, top skill and brain but all the things you try to hide, will be revealed on the other side. now the d and the a and the m and the n and the a and the t and the I-o-n, lose your face, lose your name then get fitted for a suit of flame....
Our love has turned to violence
You've got three years to live for something
You've got three years to die for something
this war is warm and vibrant
our love has turned to silence
You've got two months to tell him something
You've got two months to tell him something
and if you love let him know
or if you leave him tell him so
or you will break his heart in two....
We don’t play guitars, We´re standing on stage with our microphones, but we don’t play guitars
no, mind your own business
like I want for obies and you hope for a series, blood whithers to dust--stick around for 7 seasons, I have studied costuming, I have good inflection, I move to the city, I practice my centering a passion for acting filled me
but I think Oh bondage up yours! Bind me tie me, chain me to the wall, I wanna be a slave to you all
I found that I for a moment had slipped away.
as hearing when we lie
that you can't squeeze 'round while tearing off another page
with scarves of red tied ’round their throats,
Keep going.If I do look back, I'll never get over you.
'bout your daughter, no, she's not my type
you could be headed for the serious strife
Our love has turned to violence
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