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Erster Song unserer Demo. Eher unelektronisch geworden, also trifft es Indie Pop wohl am besten.
Bernhard Bent - Git
Florin Enquist - Git, Voc, Beat
Richard Orange - Bass
Bernhard Bent - Git
Florin Enquist - Git, Voc, Beat
Richard Orange - Bass
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________
Look at the matrix of your style
We all have been wondering a while
Once you said "that´s my way" when fear was going ´round and we saw us smile
Now that only years passed on
These times seem gone
And all we seek is vain
Below my eyes a waving needle
Stand I here and my mind goes just like
Nanana...
Once in a rhythm with my friends
I hold the beat now in my hands
A rat and a cat ran through the streets
We smoked dry weeds and sang
Nanana...
No matter changing medication
This shouldn´t be one-time sensation
Romantic in the words of people
Somatic in the world of my own
No matter changing medication
This shouldn´t be uniqe sensation
Romantic in the words of people
Somatic in the flight of steeples
Nanana...
No matter changing medication
This shouldn´t be uniqe sensation
Romantic in the words of people
Somatic in the flight of steeples
Bouncy walls we smudged with bloody paintings
Cold body, pavement but a bird sings
Don´t trust easily your new relations
Excuse me sir, is this the right way?
________
Look at the matrix of your style
We all have been wondering a while
Once you said "that´s my way" when fear was going ´round and we saw us smile
Now that only years passed on
These times seem gone
And all we seek is vain
Below my eyes a waving needle
Stand I here and my mind goes just like
Nanana...
Once in a rhythm with my friends
I hold the beat now in my hands
A rat and a cat ran through the streets
We smoked dry weeds and sang
Nanana...
No matter changing medication
This shouldn´t be one-time sensation
Romantic in the words of people
Somatic in the world of my own
No matter changing medication
This shouldn´t be uniqe sensation
Romantic in the words of people
Somatic in the flight of steeples
Nanana...
No matter changing medication
This shouldn´t be uniqe sensation
Romantic in the words of people
Somatic in the flight of steeples
Bouncy walls we smudged with bloody paintings
Cold body, pavement but a bird sings
Don´t trust easily your new relations
Excuse me sir, is this the right way?
