Πέμπτη 13 Οκτωβρίου 2022
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17. In the Snow - Red Hot Chili Peppers - Return of the Dream Canteen (2022)
I'm not that kind
They cuddle up with kitten's bone
They puddle in their beds at home
I still can't find
Tell me what you want to see
Tell me what you want
And I'll take my time
And I'll move it forward
Do you want to come with me
Do you want to come
And I'll take my time
And I'll move it closer now
I check my stupid phone again
No matter that it's 4 am
It burns my eyes
A spotlight born to shine at night
Come what may it always might
Burn so bright
Tell me what you want to see
Tell me what you want
And I'll take my time
And I'll move it forward now
Do you want to come with me
Do you want to come
And I'll take my time
And I'll move it closer now
Slow rodeo
Roll over, roll over
Slow rodeo in the snow
Slow rodeo
Hold over, roll over
Slow rodeo in the snow
High waisted she tasted like a salacious confrontation salvation
From the salivating demarcation
Of Columbian incarnation of the patron saint of palliation
Her milk framed and rose satin
Untamed by the silk
That framed her Manhattan trap door
Which became duly unbattened
She's Latin
Out cattin'
Does everything that feels so nice
Come with an inverted price
I still don't know
The ball is clearly in my court
And I am happy to report
It's moving slow
Tell me what you want to see
Tell me what you want
And I'll take my time
And I'll move it forward now
Do you want to come with me
Do you want to come
And I'll take my time
And I'll move it closer now
Slow rodeo
Roll over, roll over
Slow rodeo in the snow
Slow rodeo
Hold over, roll over
Of the humbling Colombian
Two socks and a tumble in her slumber skin...
The summer wind
We crumble some
The rock and rumble of a tumbling bubble gum...
Some other umbrella trellis forgot to tell us
The mellow tangelo is jealous
For the various and not necessarily contrary shell show
She said "hell no"
The cock bottom temple varies like Autumn
Lights soft the cost
The Fibonacci lost her sauce...
Into the last remaining hostage boss
Sweet toss...
Now I lay me down to reap the sleep
Of your selective sedative
Repetitive...
An uncredited she comes
Well vetted
Gracefully and studied...
Blue steadiness
The wrath the math
The not yet fractured tabernacle
Of the Basil Rathbone
And the last disaster casting
Impassible laughter
Blocks my path...
Blue chaff
Blue chaff
Blue chaff...
Τετάρτη 12 Οκτωβρίου 2022
06. Bella - Red Hot Chili Peppers - Return of the Dream Canteen (2022)
Come put your ask in my tray
Once upon a funky crime
We were standing in the line
And now we're walking Melrose down to Vine
But I was asking her to live on my farm
And she was telling me "no, not today"
I was telling her to do no harm
And she was telling me she could not stay
She'd rather live in LA
Down in Marina del Rey
I love her, I need her
Can't stop until I feed her
I want her so badly
Hell no, my name ain't Bradley
I'd wash her and clean her
Please tell me, have you seen her?
Outlast her, drive past her
Margarita gonna be my master
Bella cries and that's alright
She's weeping on my shoulder again
Well, Bella lies and that's my type
I wish that I could hold her
Bella cries and that's alright
She's leaking on my shoulder again
Well, Bella lies and that's my type
I wish that I could hold
She wants to live in LA
Where every dog has her day
Flip flops in the toaster now
Scotch tape on this broken vow
And wow, it's time to live without my puppy's chow
I was asking her to live in the sticks
And she was telling me there is no way
The cheeky monkey was an anarchist
And she was telling me she could not stay
She'd rather live in LA
Down in Marina del Rey
I love her, I need her
Can't stop until I feed her
I want her so badly
Hell no, my name ain't Bradley
Bella cries and that's alright
She's weeping on my shoulder again
Well, Bella lies and that's my type
I wish that I could hold her
Bella cries and that's alright
She's leaking on my shoulder again
Well, Bella lies and that's my type
I wish that I could hold
Out on the country road I sold my 40
This comeback episode, hold on shorty
Yes, Frank Sinatra knows the summer wind will blow
And skinny mornings drop below
Sold my 40 to Northern Jordie
I'll tell you when I move to hell and then I'll prove
The violin said "oh woah, woah"
And now the moment, the one we notice
Bella cries and that's alright
She's weeping on my shoulder again
Well, Bella lies and that's my type
I wish that I could hold her
Bella cries and that's alright
She's leaking on my shoulder again
Well, Bella lies and that's my type
I wish that I could hold Bella
Leaking on my shoulder again, that's Bella
[?] now, Bella
Leaking on my shoulder again, well Bella
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