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Counting Sundays
06:08
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There's something cranky 'bout my roommate tonight,
he often stands by the usual side,
next to the window without steel bars
with the view of purple night
please, don't disturb the pleasure
he made only for himself.
I don't experience the passing of time,
feels like it's frozen somewhere out of my sight,
really, I can't tell if I am
voluntarily in this plan ?
It's been a pretty long time since I've been here...
since I am...
Lost with all those pills of welfare,
one for the noon and two for goodnight,
gone but still observed as an insane man
looking forward to Sundays drowned in you eyes.
Sudden changes of moods can bring us good fun,
slowly our habits become examples of numb.
We find ourselves in deep silence
gently, mildly satisfied.
We drive ourselves quickly as a flash in the pan.
Mark is trying to ride a big wheel of thin glass,
we gotta go clear the road that might take us to the "crystal ship."
Could it take us to the place we all heard about ?
Maybe this man standing outside is not a real watchman...
Again I got this stress by knowing it,
every time I over-realise,
I'm far from my freedom I dream about,
true enough to face these walls I can't jump.
No! They just keep coming closer,
continuous visions of too many kinds.
Home, is that you waiting for my
wide spread arms running to your
joyful yard ?
Joyful yard... joyful yard...
No! They just keep coming closer
continuous visions of too many kinds.
Home, is that you waiting for my
wide spread arms running to your
joyful yard ?
Huh... a few for goodnight!
Gone but still observed as an insane man
looking forward to Sundays drowned in your eyes,
looking forward to Sundays drowned in your eyes,
still looking forward to Sundays drowned in your eyes.
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2. |
Bow Down
07:56
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- This last show was so quiet,
a sudden and strange feeling of loneliness.
Seems like I took it pretty hard instead of
raising my honor in one breath.
- Bow down to your fans, go turn out
the echoing applauses in your mind,
now they're nothing but sounds,
floating through the high curtain
to the old chest,
sometimes to remind...
- Fire burst of wide hissing pulling me
back on the stage, right into just-appearing past.
The instant to take off the mask and costume?
I don't want it!
It's my whole infancy.
Hardly I'm holding my tears to run
They have got to come out by themselves.
(some day...)
Reflector lights are fading out
side by side so is my identity...
- Well, you ran out of smiles,
your face got 'bit wrinkled from
the frowns you try to hide.
You're already timed,
predestined and worn-out...
- What's your rush, pension?
Do you see my well-known wings of fame?
They still wave above
the world's open sky theatres.
Released from space and time
that had never existed for me.
Created to amuse and fly
'till they rot away...
Come back my desire,
swing me high to the
place where all the stars are,
hit my fire,
come back, my desire,
hit me fire,
swing me higher,
hit me fire,
swing me high...
Unveiled truth I am crawling through
just falling apart right before
your clapping hands,
crowned youth caught and thrown
in one desire a lifetime spread.
Just one more time,
I'll play around.
Hit me fire,
swing me higher.
Just one more time,
I'll play around,
just one more time...
Never retired...
- What's your rush, pension?
Do you see my well-known wings of fame?
They still wave above
world's open sky theatres.
Released from space and time,
that had never existed for me.
Created to amuse and fly
'till they rot away.
Soul-mess ever could hold by...
Affection to you is all I prove
you keep crying my name
as long as I take it far.
Devoted to you, always showing my bloom
but never retired from myself.
Unveiled truth I am crawling through
just falling apart right before
your clapping hands,
crowned youth caught and thrown
in one desire a lifetime spread.
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Flyout
06:47
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You're my preciousness and my faith,
you're a falling star that I could hardly get
from the shiny dais of culture.
I'm the light of your day, everywhere you stand,
anywhere you wanna throw your sight and make me
run for new clothes, make me stick by the laws...
Happiness seemed great, so wide awake
rushing with you through the careless nights
until the sun takes it's turn.
Hurray, for our place, for our proud mess,
for our time of being such a sightly known
couple of grown,
such a lovely flyout to show
flyout to show...
Still I'm working on myself with my bland-self
man, you don't know, we are doin' pretty fine
in the new home.
Got healthy food to set for our chosen friends,
people we should meet,
people we should take examples from.
Hey you dummy that's the way stuff here works...
Parties in neon flash, always there!
Typically dressed, white teeth widen,
standing, keeping smilling,
spending money, looking charming...
Just can't wait to catch holidays on the ranch,
sitting with you and our mothers,
listening about the nice things to own,
about the right things to know...
Talkin'bout my life that I still don't find
enough demure,
talkin'bout their time and their beaten paths
we should follow too,
how to fight the troubles and differences
they also knew,
hoping for new jobs, praying for our lives
stayin' forever tuned...
There's something inside
forcing me to wonder...
How da hell I got in this puppet role
I would never choose?
Man, I really don't see a reason to FIT IN !
In those straightened lines they accept with fun
imposed by someone's rule,
in those "modern styles" created by some scums
tellin' ya what is "cool"...
Baby, I am done, don't you see a sign
of a coming doom?
Yesterday's so gone with our heavy "love"
I can't carry through.
(Then you)
used to put a rhyme in my callow mind,
fucked up attitude,
deceived by your lies spoken very nice,
pain without a cure.
How da hell I got desperate and lost
by someone like you?
Hey girl, you're making a stone of my heart !
You can drain everything I could ever plant.
This Sun is so given to everyone...
My tomorrow is today,
I wish you had your own to bear.
What kind of expression does your father-in-law
make while you're driving his brand-new car?
Mother-in-law has a brand-new hairstyle (you have to like)
I guess that's not easey to lie about.
Congratulations for the acceptance,
you know you desrved it, be proud my pal.
Do you ever remember our hangouts?
The more I ask the more I find that
grown man becomes no man with hands tied up,
spills his devotion and scratches his neck,
diverts unfair mirrors to live a day,
nodding his head just to keep it saved.
With those straightened lines they accept with fun
imposed by someone's rule,
in those "modern styles" created by some scums
tellin' ya what is "cool"...
Baby, I am done, don't you see a sign
of a coming doom?
Yesterday's so gone with our heavy "love"
I can't carry through.
(Then you)
used to put a rhyme in my callow mind,
fucked up attitude,
deceived by your lies spoken very nice,
pain without a cure.
How da hell I got desperate and lost
by someone like you?
Hey girl, you're making a stone of my heart!
You can drain everything I could ever plant.
This Sun is so given to everyone...
My tomorrow is today,
I wish you had your own to bear.
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4. |
Thankful (outro)
02:43
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