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post-punk,darkwave,
deathrock,80's,mutant,experimental,minimal,
goth...need more...
I walked through the city limits,
Someone talked me in to do it,
Attracted by some force within it,
Had to close my eyes to get close to it,
Around a corner where a prophet lay,
Saw the place where she'd a room to stay,
A wire fence where the children played.
Saw the bed where the body lay,
And I was looking for a friend of mine.
And I had no time to waste.
Yeah, looking for some friends of mine.....
Ποιά πρόσωπα θολώσανε στα μάτιά σου;Πόσος καιρός πάει από όταν άρχισες να νιόθεις μπάρες στρογγυλές γύρω από το κρανίό σου;Ποιοί σε έμαθαν να χάνεις....καταστάσεις,φώτα
Ποιά ξεγνιασιά αποζητούν να αναστήσουν οι κύκλοι των βημάτών σου..εκεί που όλα είναι ίδια ακόμη,μαζί και η χαμένη σου εφηβεία σαν το μπλε μεταλλικό πριν γίνει κόκκινο...θυμάσαι;Η φωνή σου είναι χαμηλή μα όλα τα ταίριαξε...έλα ΕΚΕΙ και ΟΛΑ θα τα βρούμε πάλι...
The cars screeched hear the sound on dust,
Heard a noise just a car outside,
Metallic blue turned red with rust,
Pulled in close by the building's side,
In a group all forgotten youth,
Had to think, collect my senses now,
Are turned on to a knife edged view.
Find some places where my friends don't know,
And I was looking for a friend of mine.
And I had no time to waste.
Yeah, looking for some friends of mine......
I walked through the city limits,
Someone talked me in to do it,
Attracted by some force within it,
Had to close my eyes to get close to it,
Around a corner where a prophet lay,
Saw the place where she'd a room to stay,
A wire fence where the children played.
Saw the bed where the body lay,
And I was looking for a friend of mine.
And I had no time to waste.
Yeah, looking for some friends of mine.....
Ποιά πρόσωπα θολώσανε στα μάτιά σου;Πόσος καιρός πάει από όταν άρχισες να νιόθεις μπάρες στρογγυλές γύρω από το κρανίό σου;Ποιοί σε έμαθαν να χάνεις....καταστάσεις,φώτα
Ποιά ξεγνιασιά αποζητούν να αναστήσουν οι κύκλοι των βημάτών σου..εκεί που όλα είναι ίδια ακόμη,μαζί και η χαμένη σου εφηβεία σαν το μπλε μεταλλικό πριν γίνει κόκκινο...θυμάσαι;Η φωνή σου είναι χαμηλή μα όλα τα ταίριαξε...έλα ΕΚΕΙ και ΟΛΑ θα τα βρούμε πάλι...
The cars screeched hear the sound on dust,
Heard a noise just a car outside,
Metallic blue turned red with rust,
Pulled in close by the building's side,
In a group all forgotten youth,
Had to think, collect my senses now,
Are turned on to a knife edged view.
Find some places where my friends don't know,
And I was looking for a friend of mine.
And I had no time to waste.
Yeah, looking for some friends of mine......
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