Some say it makes the world so great
Some fear
That our moments disappear
Some play
But it is not a game
Some look
But they see no truth
It’s nice and slick
My slot machine
It keeps me busy scrolling down down down my time is full It’s feels so cool
I am so addicted scrolling down down down
I know it’s vain
Where is my brain?
I’m always zapping scrolling down down down
I pull the slot I missed my stop!
Cause I’m so busy scrolling down down down
Some love
The clicks that make them heroes
Some count
The likes that made them zeros
Some boast
Their life in square windows
Some see
The reason to resist
It’s nice and slick My slot machine
It keeps me busy scrolling down down down my time is full It’s feels so cool
I am so addicted scrolling down down down
I know it’s vain Where is my brain?
I’m always zapping scrolling down down down
I waste a lot I missed my stop!
Cause I’m so busy scrolling down down down
Pictures and happy moments Humans of the world
Smiles and vain eyes
Chapters of a decade ago
can't you see it does not fit
in this time and space
But you insist to boast your case
Vain for even other times These times we call it a crime We have no laughter nor smile, in my courtyard children are dying
got to feel our vanity before we fly away Together with time
rock star
What you want is a music club
To sing your songs that burn
What you need is a rock star
I ‘ve never been a rock star
And never been to the top
I only exist in the middle
Pink Floyd’s brick on the wall
What you dream of is in your eyes
What your soul sings with us
What you need is a rock star
I ‘ve never been a rock star
And never been to the top
I only exist in the middle
Pink Floyd’s brick on the wall
What you feel is strong and alive
All sounds are high and loud
What you need is a rock star
I ‘ve never been a rock star
And never been to the top
I only exist in the middle
Pink Floyd’s brick on the wall
These lyrics sound strange to you
Your ears filled with noise
What you need is a rock star
I ‘ve never been a rock star
And never been to the top
I only exist in the middle
Pink Floyd’s brick on the wall
busy streets
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Busy streets, in this st range cafe I sit
Stirring my tea, looking around but none I see
What we are, just lonely people
What we are, just lonely people
On my watch, time seems as almost lost
Staring eyes, looking into space like ice
What we are, just lonely people
What we are, just lonely people
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I could see his shaky hands
And his eyes And almost cried
An old blanket holds his life And his dreams
Soaked in wine
shadow in his lips, (what I see) when he smiles
Fire in his eyes, what I see when he cries
All the moments break like glass
frozen hands filled with coppers
lonely people we pass by
we don’t look we just hurry
Shadow in his lips, (what I see) when he smiles
Fire in his eyes, what I see when he cries,
Not enough to cry for you
What I need Is to stand by you
I want to give you my hand
But I am weak You are much stronger
Shadow in his lips, (what I see) when he smiles
Fire in his eyes, what I see when he cries
all of
All the secrets in that magic book that you wanted to know
All the feelings fighting back and forth that you wanted to show
All amazing thoughts that flood you mind that you wanted to grow
Here they are, here they come
All the people that are lost in time that you wanted to see
All the love touched your soul and mind that you wanted to feel
All the cracks that made your heart bleed that you wanted to heal
Here they are, here they come
All the birds that have been caged in time that you want to set free
All the rain that cleans the dusty roads that you wanted to be
All the words that make your soul complete that you wanted to speak
Here they are, here they come
endless
Raising my hand to reach to the other side
Facing the truth in a seamless cloud of time
Burning your lies under the quiet starry night
Asking yourself if that will be all right
That that is all yours and none of mine
That that is all yours
That that is all yours you realize
That that this is endless like the end of time
Stand on your feet then now and enjoy the ride
Open your eyes and start the silent glide
Ready to paint the world in the font of life
Even enjoy this bitter taste of lime
That that is all yours and none of mine
That that is all yours
That that is all yours you realize
That that this is endless like the end of time
fog in the streets of Beijing
another day of humid fog, in the streets of Beijing
street cooks in a smoky train serving all kinds of things
pilling up in the shadow, they dream to get rich
I don’t want to be sad today, it’s a new day
I don’t want to be sad today, it’s a new day
They sit on the pavement, they smoke and spit
A black Mercedes passes through and the boss throws a fit
Happy he doesn’t wait in the crazy heat
I don’t want to be sad today, it’s a new day
I don’t want to be sad today, it’s a new day
A pack of bicycles are coming down, the busy streets
Cars are packed and everybody is hooting as if this jam would just leave
The traffic lights change from red to green, but no change they all are still
I don’t want to be sad today, it’s a new day
I don’t want to be sad today, it’s a new day
Messages that blend with the humid fog in a mysterious way,
invisible threads that tie our lives, you can see it in our fate
There, above the hot and humid fog of the city, in Beijing
I don’t want to be sad today, it’s a new day
I don’t want to be sad today, it’s a new day
bird of freedom
My poor bird of freedom
You made it through the fire
Through thousand years
Come back we need you here
Your wings are on fire
Weak from the smoke ahead
But all the times
You stood and flew away again
Oh can’t you heal
Your wounds
You are made of steel
And rise again we need you up in the air
Here we all are
Just hungry wolves
Eating our own flesh
We are not ready yet
My poor friend of freedom
Hide under the marble shades
Through thousand years
Hope our children will make it real
Oh can’t you heal
Your wounds
You are made of steel
And rise again we need you up in the air
magic spells
Moon above, and Sea below.
Draw a line and watch it glow.
Manifest my one desire.
I bring upon you Wall of Fire.
Strings and slivers, Sights and shivers
Show me what goes through the rivers
Prying eyes and magic spying
Show me now for I am scrying
I beg of you, spirit of old
Bring me into the power fold
Grant this power to your son or daughter
Allow me to Control Water
My words of power shift and move
See this object I behoove
Dance and move like I command
With simple motions of my hand
From word to thought,
From thought to form
My word now spoken is the norm.
You toss and turn but understand,
You must follow my command
ode to seasons
Beautiful sight in a lonely way
The trees are whispering
Dancing to the breeze
The path is leading to where I am
The river is flowing
The banks are roaring
Fall from the trees did the winter leaves
Spring into action and the summer shall stay
fake news
Did you believe it, I don't believe it, don't be a fool
It seems so real, but don’t let your fear to make this rule
Are you frustrated, the news are loud and all around
I must deny it, I must decline it, I won’t freak out Fake news
Summer has come with flying icicles Fake news Frozen flowers and purple rain on bicycles
Did you believe it, I don’t believe it, don’t be a fool Money is flying, a camel is lying in a swimming pool Leaders are cracking, data is cooking, publishing crap Knowing it’s fake don’t swallow this tail get out of the trap
Fake news Summer has come with flying icicles Fake news Frozen flowers and purple rain on bicycles
Did you believe it, I don’t believe it, don’t be a fool Reading and trusting should certainly take more than a poll When Elephants flying, red herrings complying then you should know You must rethink it and don’t believe it, it’s not a go
Fake news Summer has come with flying icicles Fake news Frozen flowers and purple rain on bicycles
