letra de treasure in the attic - burning circle
oh i remember well – music you could taste and smell
now you could grab it all for free on lousy mp3
’twas long time ago they played with their soul
they play like they mean it and
back then you could feel it, yeah!
brain salad surgery – close to the edge!
guess what i found in the attic today
a big wooden box, locked with rusty lock
some rustic stuff, a wicked strange device
and a bag of green kinda spice
each record was a shrine
the soundtrack of our lives
it’s great to bring those memories
back from time to time
each song a journey for our soul
evеry metaphor reborn
left for us to bе revealed
and called our own, our own
the piper at the gates of dawn –
selling england by the pound!
that’s what i found in the attic today
a big wooden box, i broke down the lock
the table’s turned and mystery’s unfurled
welcome to the crackling world
and as you join the deafening noise
get goose bumps from that raspy voice
along with your hunger for exploration
the feeling that one cannot tell
you have to feel it for yourself
and testify the bliss and revelation!
come taste the band –
in the court of the crimson king!
letras aleatórias
- letra de вера (faith) - напрасно (naprasno)
- letra de white horse - tenille townes
- letra de day ones - blackback
- letra de missing beauty - world order
- letra de toxic - young preach
- letra de corrupción - mc seven e
- letra de when it rains it pours (survival warz!) [radio] - shadez of brooklyn
- letra de locked out - s.f. seals
- letra de clouds - lil fury
- letra de no manners - mastamiind