Hey man, don't worry! It's a sad story. Can imagine that one? I don't think so. The plastic army plays curling, it's not charming, But trends are the shortest way to the top. Nobody knows songs, nobody writes lyrics, Even physics can't describe a piece of shit. I'm a bit nervous listening to loudness war And afraid of being alone behind a wall.
You're out of tune and you can go on!
Go on! Speak to me, what happened, man? I’ve heard it million times, say it once again. I've known your lies, don't think you're wise, 'Cause when you're dumb, they will pay twice. I could read music if I got much more time, But thought my sounds and lyrics are fine. Then my mother smiled and told me truth: „Son, you're out of tune and you can go on!”
The time is running and changing its choices, From live recordings to digital voices. I will fight the power of electronic jam, Until I hear songs which are not sham. If you choose all these simple means, The live music will remain in dreams. Try to keep control until you’re small. It’s all what I can tell you more. You’re out-o-tune!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
