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Island
Baby, let's go.
The phone is in airplane mode
Where are you with me
Maybe there is uninhabited island
Come come on ma
Come on ma girl
If you can not wait
Do not worry
I'm afraid you're afraid.
Ill make that go bang
(Band bang)
I'm just a parabola on the horizon for you
If you are next to me there is treasure island
I will rescue you from the gray building prison.
You can just relax on the blue sky.
Let's leave Island
Floating island
With that wave over there
Come and come to me in my arms
More and more to me and to me
Point dot point near me
With that sun over there
Come in and get me hot
Leave island
Our island
Ah ah ah ayay
Below that palm tree
Cool champagne Ill be your Island
From the hot summer sun
Your sunshine smile
Like a cocktail shake it
Mix and wave on the couch
Shimmy shimmy ya
Driving your sleek yeah
Love handle skrrr skrrr ill make that go
B-b-bang bang
I'm just a parabola on the horizon for you
If you are next to me there is treasure island
I will rescue you from the gray building prison.
You can just relax on the blue sky.
Let's leave Island
Floating island
With that wave over there
Come and come to me in my arms
More and more to me and to me
Point dot point near me
With that sun over there
Come in and get me hot
Leave island
Our island
Ah ah ah ayay
Below that palm tree
Cool champagne Ill be your Island
This is nobody knows knows
Island of our own two
It will be dark in a while.
Come on, let's fire it.
This is nobody knows knows
Island of our own two
I do not need to notice.
Let the fire burn
Wuhohoho Island
Wuhohoho Island
Our Island
Wuhohoho Island
Wuhohoho Island
With that sun over there
Come in and get me hot
A Prayer
O, for skulls of burning coal
singed by lightning from on high,
and you, lucid one, to keep us real
and sanitize us when you stop by.
Deliver us afresh to skies
of within whose chasms fall like showers;
shoot us through with dizzy surprise
where your nails plant their aching fires.
Feed us, give us this day our daily
intersidereal kerfuffle.
With lava of stars for blood, shall I
need anything more for my survival?
Cut us loose. Separate us with
your hands of burning coal that showed
the way to where one dies beyond death,
out there on the burning road.
Make our brains stagger at the heart
of the self-knowing they inter.
Let the ravishing of our minds start
with the claws of the new whirlpool we enter
Blood-water
Zero hours, deceived streets
Machines and grey faces
You don't split time for two anymore
Don't look into my brown eyes
Let me go - I'm running away now
You can stay in the air forever
Blood-water we shouldn't
Don't look at the palms
Run to the white paradise
It won't drop you
I'll scatter my wishes as ashes
I'll leave my name by the wind
Times that called me with you before
The night under a ceiling of stone
I remember the blind breath
Two lying on the same planet
Blood-water we shouldn't
Don't look at the palms
Run to the white paradise
It won't drop you
Blood-water we shouldn't
Don't look at the palms
Run to the white paradise
It won't drop you
Half an hour
With two hours left until spring
While sitting in the bar, waiting for a small miracle
Maybe someone will fall from the sky, say:
Hey, hi, how are you? Hey, put your nose upwards!
Five minutes left, left
It's only two steps while waiting for spring
And I've set for the terror of warmth
A nature's alarm, or maybe a phone
Half an hour, when the birds already returned
While standing on the bridge, feeling the vibrations
Listening a focused song from a tape
I think, if it changes something
Congratulating a lake, which already managed to change
Suddenly realize - not much time is left
A small miracle did not happen this time
Or maybe it happened, just a bit masked
Five minutes left, left
It's only two steps while waiting for spring
And I've set for the terror of the warmth
A nature's alarm, or maybe a phone
Half an hour, when the birds already returned
While standing on the bridge, feeling the vibrations
Listening a focused song from a tape
I think, if it changes something
who play stringed instruments and pipes. (Genesis 4:21)