[first verse:(wordsworth)]
Someday u say, u hate music
Someday u say, y love it. like on
Guy i saw. he didn't stand this
Noisy thing at all.
He just wanted to listen to
Whitney houston all the time
And i said to him: hey c'mon, u
Lose your energy. why
Don't u wanna try something
Different, instead of that
Entertaining muzak, blow your ears
Sometime. it helps u a lot. it
Opens your mind, to a new
Dimension. u'll find a new side in
U. and above all, your ears are
Constantly receiving
Noise anyway, all the time. u'll
Never stay in silence, anyway. if u
Want some noise, let's make real
One, and when u
Want some silence, u can enjoy it
By listening to an empty cassette,
For starters. music exits for totally
Different
Moods, and after all, it's all the same
[chorus:]
Hc vispila!
Hc vispila!
Hc vispila!
Tahdomme lihaa!
[second verse:]
Once i started to talk to you, don't
Wanna stop at all. now i'm sitting
In a van, on the backseat, riding
This bullshit.
Coming back from the first
Official european tour. there's
Stockholm, outside the window,
Old buildigs, king's
Court, nice place! my head is on a
Melody hill, but my feet are
Constantly waiting to continue
Further. okay, that's it.
Next verse i'm gonna sing, is going
To be written somewhere else, in a
Totally different mood, in a totally
Different atmosphere.
[chorus]
[third verse:]
A man with a .38 in his hand
What does he look a like? a man in
Suit and a tight tie ora hippie-
Looking junkie? shock
The monkey, no, shot the monkey.
I feel i have to fill this page with a
Nonsense-kind of fow, 'cause my
Mind is so
Fucking stupid. it can't give
Anykinda sign of anykinda
Creativeness. i'm just lying, like
Cows on a field. now i stop.
This is bullshit, no cowshit. yes,
I'll turn into chorus. but please,
Don't forget me...
[chorus]
