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SANTA MONICA
(Musiche Cadabra - Testo Francesco R.)
* * * I'm the white sugar God I'm the surgery one I'm the close-fitting God I'm the second skin one I could dry your eyes I could dry your snow I could dry your sea but will you make love with me In the light I see you perfect In the light you see me tender Till the day I'll be your silence Into the white I'm screaming noiseless I'm the white sugar God I'm the surgery one I'm the close-fitting God I'm the second skin one In the light I see you perfect In the light you see me tender Till the day I'll be your silence Into the white I'm screaming noiseless In the day I will reach the sky In the day I will touch the sun Let it be on my moquette ground Let it be by my moquette sound Make me a religion...
PLANET HONEY
(Musiche Cadabra - Testo Francesco R.) * * * Pretty doll, beauty is vain now land, pure virgin essence fill with honey, dry to sun land, love mother absence changes the colours my moon now start my movie all around stop psycho-machine I can't stand in the shape, out the substance Which colour just comes tomorrow Are you looking for something? hail your new day come in a colder sea, a fantastic land we close our eyes and take their hands you pretty doll beauty is vain now you feel with honey, dry to sun
A THOUSAND SUNS
(Musiche Cadabra - Testo Francesco R.) * * * Working on the sun kills your fashion Working on the sun steals your beauty Working on the sun ain't your lesson I don't wanna be the hero of your glory Now it's time to say: "It's all right now" Now it's time to relax and sit down Now it's time to take care of your nails I don't wanna pay the price of your story We're working on the sun... |
LUNA
(Musiche Cadabra - Testo Francesco R.) * * * Lonely in my dark room I love from miles a bit of me stands still a bit of me is with you I fall asleep so softly and the radio plays cover on my legs cover all my chains We felt alone Look at your child is crying you've cried enough do you remember your song, your desire those photos left on the mirror faded by today lights don't you forget or deny disguise or say goodbye
KISSING
(Musiche Cadabra - Testo Francesco R.)
* * * Ballerina set in a frame stealing your picture your ankles from my cage like an image like a suicide my fable is bleeding and bubbles win the stones like an icon on my avenue like a mistake and your lies becomes my truth kissing kissing into the bottle pour me a drink exciting all my love
LOVE TARGET
(Musiche Cadabra - Testo Francesco R.) * * * Please don't talk about your sweater please don't talk about your scent please don't talk about your silence never talk about your telephone How many lies on my credit how many lies on my rust please don't talk about my drink never talk about my nicotine Today it's hailing tomorrow one cigarette you dance in my head on that train where's my bag? My money your rose my look is on your pose |
BLOOMS
(Musiche Cadabra - Testo Francesco R.) * * * Bloomin' it all now should I touch my own should I hide or show my crown it brings me so high on golden super sands should I hide or show my hands You can clone my shape and make it hungry You can affect my love and come all my pains You can clone my shape and make it hungry You can affect my shape and come you mannequin Driving my life caress my skin and turn my hinds for today model my body, plastic art water and seed into me give me soap, I'll wash my face
THE JESUS I NEED
(Musiche Cadabra - Testo Francesco R.)
* * * Wearing my hair my soul and my sex-appeal so fair and well dressed I'm the Jesus that you need You ain't my bait you know I know you understand divine is pleasure gimme the power, rent my dream The noise, the hands The ring, the gest, the air The wind, the waves On my knees I kiss the land Now you can touch me sister spirit, brother king je suis Jèsus, je suis l'amour I'm the Jesus that you need The wine, the cross The crown on the stone I wind, I wave On my knees I kiss the land |