Rhytm Is A Cancer
[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]