Valensia - Inshallah | Текст песни

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Where's the frontier between sounds & words?

(Bwom; hzzzzwww 'mpa, 'mpa, 'mpa, 'mpa,
'mpa'm plon-plon-plon-plen-plan-plin-plon
'mpo do jido-jido
Ah, ah-ah- ah, Ah-ah
Ah, plon-plen-plan-plin plon
... Em-po do do-do-do-do)

Cliché!
The critical eyes of expert gaze
Touche to Sheilas quackin' out of expurgate
Santé, I quell like I exasperate

Honey, I'm at poise
Get out of the room
Mm... baby, out of the room
Where's your Roly Poly for'

Esay-Bolderdash!
Easy-Bolderdash!

Lose me not; I always write a song of a gun!
I'm sorry but I have to be alive...

A supersonic BOOM you hear now
A superstatic tune from me now

I say: "Such pride could have easily lit the night bright"
ow ow ow ow ow ow!

One must say I'm rock enough to roll, ow ow ow ow ow
Some can say I'm much too freakish
You don't want me inside your head now
Inshalah, Inshallah, Inshallah, you sing with me

It would be nice to get out of your womb
Savouring some peace it would be nice
It would be nice to get out of your womb
Savouring some peace it would be...
So nice!

High 5
My alter-ego terminates
Cheerio to all the hocus-pocus that I execrate
Oh no, it has never been easy

Esay-Bolderdash!
Easy-Bolderdash!

Lose me not; I always write a song of a gun!
I'm sorry but I have to be alive...

A supersonic BOOM you hear now
A superstatic tune from me now

I say: "Such pride could have easily lit the night bright"
ow ow ow ow ow ow!

One must say I'm rock enough to roll, ow ow ow ow ow
Some can say I'm much too freakish
You don't want me inside your head now
Inshalah, Inshallah, Inshallah, you sing with me

It would be nice to get out of your womb
Savouring some peace it would be nice
It would be nice to get out of your womb
Savouring some peace it would be...
So nice!

I liked it my way
I like it my way
I think Valensia has fallen

A supersonic BOOM you hear now
A superstatic tune from me now

I say: "Such pride could have easily lit the night bright"
ow ow ow ow ow ow!

One must say I'm rock enough to roll, ow ow ow ow ow
Some can say I'm much too freakish
You don't want me inside your head now
Inshalah, Inshallah, Inshallah, you sing with me

It would be nice to get out of your womb
Savouring some peace it would be nice
It would be nice to get out of your womb
Savouring some peace it would be nice
It would be nice to get out of your womb
Savouring some peace it would be...
So nice!

It would be nice!
Toot-toot, Boing-boing

(When did the Poetry became Aenigmas which you can't decode
What I'm about to tell you is between you, me and the lamp-post
I've been used and abused inside and out
And there was nothing I could do or say
Look at the words flowing out of my Pencil
To pinpoint the Figurehead of this Charade
Mayte's word # 100)