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Fell to the red room because she was there, uh-huh-huh-huh
A scarlet woman, she got me in fear, yeah, yeah, yeah
She said, do all those things that you do to me
You know what I mean, boy
Do all those things that you do to me, yeah
(Talkin' bout love)
Love remover
(Talkin' bout love)
Love remover machine
(Talkin' bout love)
Gimme love, soul shaker
(Talkin' bout love)
Love remover machine
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I fell from the sky
Yesterday, you blew my mind, oh yeah
Having trouble with my direction
Upside-down, psychotic reaction, oh
(Talkin' bout love)
Love remover
(Talkin' bout love)
Love removal machine
(Talkin' bout love)
Gimme love, soul stealer
(Talkin' bout love)
Love removal machine
(Talkin' bout love)
Gimme love
(Talkin' bout love)
Love remover machine
(Talkin' bout love)
Gimme love, fun remover
(Talkin' bout love)
Love removal machine
Yeah
(Talkin' bout love)
Love remover
(Talkin' bout love)
Love remover machine
(Talkin' bout love)
Gimme love, fun remover
(Talkin' bout love)
Love remover machine
(Talkin' bout love)
Gimme love
(Talkin' bout love)
Love remover machine
(Talkin' bout love)
Gimme love, soul shaker
(Talkin' bout love)
Love removal machine
Ooh yeah
Look out, here she comes
Look out, here she comes
I said, look out, here she comes
Look out, here she comes, yeah
Shake it, don't break it, baby
Shake it, don't break it, baby
Shake it, don't break it, baby
Shake it, don't break it
Baby
Ow, ow, ow
Ow, ow, ow
Ah, yeah
Caro Prusidente, espero que esta o encontre bem graças a Deus. Teria feito bem a vossa excelência, seguramente, uma voltinha como a que dei pelo Norte de Espanha, intrometendo o meu coche por tudo o que era aglomerado de dez ou mais casitas viradas para o mar...Galiza, Astúrias, Cantábria, chupei-as todas...pelo caminho, rumo ao semi desconhecido, algures entre Comillas e Covadonga, recuperei esta pérola dos Cult como que por acaso. tanto quanto a minha memória alcança, vocemecê não gostava muito disto. Preferia a fase Dreamtime e, em desespero de causa, Love. Mas, mesmo assim, achei por bem partilhar esta insignificancia consigo.
asteluego
Esqueça a mensagem da coisa e agarre-se à força da dita, abane a trunfa e bamboleie as ancas, vislumbre a chance de sovar uns maduros e veja-se montado num foguete armado em herói britânico travestido de um outro do Norte das Américas...
Swirling pictures of never ending dreams
Pictures of never ending dreams
I can’t see what these images mean
I can’t see what these images mean
Locked inside can’t set the rainbow free
Locked inside me
Like perishing flowers they sag and twist and die
Can’t set the rainbows free
There’s a revolution
Like perishing flowers
There’s a revolution
They sag and twist and die
There’s a revolution
Joy or sorrow what does revolution mean
There’s a revolution
To save today is like wishing in the wind
There’s a revolution, yeah
All my beautiful friends have all gone away
There’s a revolution
Like the waves they flow and ebb and die
There’s a revolution
There’s a revolution
There’s a revolution
Sorrow
There’s a revolution
What does revolution mean to you?
To say today’s like wishing in the wind
All my beautiful friends have all gone away
Like the waves
They flow and ebb and die
There’s a revolution
There’s a revolution
There’s a, there’s a revolution
There’s a revolution
There’s a revolution
There’s a revolution
There’s a revolution
There’s a revolution, yeah
Joy or sorrow
What does revolution mean to you?
To say today’s like wishing in the wind
All my beautiful friends have all gone away
Like the waves
They flow and ebb and die
There’s a revolution
There’s a revolution
There’s a revolution
There’s a revolution
Revolution
Revolution
Revolution
Revolution
Revolution
Revolution
Revolution
Revolution, yeah
«Revolution» - The Cult
Não sei que lhe diga, gostava deles, também pelo look, pelos cortes de cabelo, pelas pinturas, o Ian Atsbury e o Billy Duffy tinham pinta de estrelas do Rock´n´Roll ao contrário da maioria dos outros que compunham a minha discografia, nos posters, nas capas e fotografias inclusas eram realmente a next big thing. Depois não há muito a dizer contra as guitarras, não é verdade?! Hoje em dia são raras as bandas de guitarras. Os Smiths não seriam tão grandes sem os floreados da cordoaria do Johnny Marr, quer-me parecer...e os Pixies?!
Pois bem, Hasta Luego
UHM... Passeatas, como eu gosto delas....
E elas gostam de si...de mim, quero dizer!
Gostei...mas não o suficiente para me cativar!
Afixado por: em junho 28, 2004 01:20 PM