domingo, 19 de setembro de 2010

Soul soul

Every day
I wake up when new times are complaining to me
and I'm yawning...
Sing about older time with all middle, without end.

Every night
I wake up when new times are storming my dreams
And I'm yawning...
Sing about other time with more lazyness

And, and...

More and, new and
More free, free, free, new free
But more end, new end
Less feel, feel, feel, new feel

MORE FEELING NEW
LESS FEELING NEW
OTHER FEELING NEW
OLDER FEELING NEW

So, so
Soul, soul
More less
Less more

(Song, 29.03.10)