A Letter To The One
I hate you as long as you're standing there
But the moment you walk away
I weep with your memory
I hate you now as you're lying in my bed
But the moment you close the door
I cry thinking of you
Why must it always go this way
Why must I realize it when you're gone
In loving memory I hope you were here
To tell you to leave and never come back
When I'm holding this gun in my hand
I wish you were here to take it away
But when you sit with me in the kitchen
I hope you pulled the trigger and set me free
I wish I was deaf when you talk to me
But as soon as you shut up I wish you'd speak
Nothing to make me happy
Nothing because I have it all
Spoiled rotten so they say
Onhan siinä paranneltavaa, ja näin.. Sexual Chocolate, Baby!! IHKK #11 |
Idea omaperäinen, eli hyvä. Vähän rytmi tuntui töksähtelevältä kautta linjan. Loppusointuja ei tainnut pahemmin olla, mutta ei ne niin pakollisia olekaan. Jotain hiomista, voisin lukea huomenna uudestaan, hereillä. Lauletaan Kinksien Apeman nuotilla-
I'm a bass bassman I'm a bass bassman I'm a bassman.
I'm a monster man I'm self-made-man I'm a bassman.
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no ensinnäkin se oli aika masentava sanoitus, tykkään enemmän iloisista ja onnellisista lauluista.
Englanti oli melko töksähtelevää, vähän semmoista kouluaine- meininkiä, tyyliin:
I have a cat
I play football and swim in the summer
mutta tematiikka oli ihan kiva I want to be your sledgehammer,
why don't you call my name |
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Teijo K.
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