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letra de so fine - 12 - rythm is a cancer - waltari

[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 c-ssette,
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 bullsh-t.
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-cking stupid. it can’t give
anykinda sign of anykinda
creativeness. i’m just lying, like
cows on a field. now i stop.
this is bullsh-t, no cowsh-t. yes,
i’ll turn into chorus. but please,
don’t forget me…

[chorus]

- waltari

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