For one night I’m the hero.
Suit up, tie.
Open the door doors to the oval office. In this story I’m president.
I’ve got happiness inside my pocket.
It cost me 25 dollars.
Maybe we could go halvies?
So just gimme just a couple hours starting fires with soggy timber. Then, I’ll have the magic powers.
Everybody here is catching smoke, looking for the ephemeral, swallowing the sun in a moonlit room, standing at the foot of a rainbow.
Everybody here is catching smoke, looking for the ephemeral, riding on a yellow bellied brown snake, sipping on hedonism.
Give me 5 - it’s all I need to inscribe my epitaph while I float O.B.E. Am I dead or just paranoid?
I’ve got happiness inside my pocket.
It cost me 25 dollars.
Maybe we could go halvies?
So just gimme just a couple hours starting fires with soggy timber. Then, I’ll have the magic powers.
Everybody here is catching smoke, looking for the ephemeral, swallowing the sun in a moonlit room, standing at the foot of a rainbow.
Everybody here is catching smoke, looking for the ephemeral, riding on a yellow bellied brown snake, sipping on hedonism.
Catching smoke. Catching smoke. Catching smoke... Catching smoke. Catching smoke. Catching smoke...
Hogtied to self-indulgence. Epicureanly living la dolce vita. Just pass the aux. cord.
I’ve got happiness inside my pocket.
It cost me 25 dollars.
Maybe we could go halvies?
So just gimme just a couple hours starting fires with soggy timber. Then, I’ll have the magic powers.
Everybody here is catching smoke, looking for the ephemeral, swallowing the sun in a moonlit room, standing at the foot of a rainbow.
Everybody here is catching smoke, looking for the ephemeral, riding on a yellow bellied brown snake, sipping on hedonism.
Catching smoke. Catching smoke. Catching smoke... Catching smoke. Catching smoke. Catching smoke...
Not enough hours in the night to keep me on this stinking horse. Everyone’s rolling up pineapples, writhing in the space between it all. Long-live my decisions.
Catching smoke. Catching smoke. Catching smoke... Catching smoke. Catching smoke. Catching smoke...
Pet Shop Boys raso:
We are so sad to hear that Dave Ball, the keyboard genius of Soft Cell, has died. He was an electronic pop pioneer and with Marc Almond made a unique catalogue. Neil and Chris
Vėl piktų permainų vėjas tave nuo manęs nuplėšia,
Nepalikdamas net šešėlio mainais,
Ir jis neklaus,
Galbūt noriu su tavimi išskristi,
Kaip geltoni rudens lapai,
7-dienio DIENOS DAINOS rinkimuose tiesiogine to žodžio prasme tikrus Fejerverkus paleido 80-ųjų diskotekų karalaitis SAVAGE su savuoju gabalioku "RADIO" ;-)