back to sci fi lullabies Can't Get Enought 3 November 8, 1999 01. can't get enought 02. everything will flow (rollo's mix) 03. she's in fashion (lironi's demo)

Can't Get Enough
I feel real now walking like a woman and talking like a stone age man,
I feel real now talking like Buddha and doing it again
I get kicks I rip it up kick it up, take it like a teenage tough,
I feel real now talking like sugar and shaking that stuff,
Singing "I can't get enough"
Singing "I can't get enough"
I feel schizo ever so psycho, kicking at an old tin can,
I feel real like a man like a woman, like a woman like a man,
I make dead space feel like a headcase take it like a teenage tough
And feel real now watching those wheels and shaking that stuff,
Singing "I can't get enough"
Singing "I can't get enough"
One, two
Singing "I can't get enough"
Singing "I can't get enough"
I feel real now walking like a woman and talking like a stone age man.
I feel real now talking like Buddha and doing it again,
So gimme this and give me that smother me and gimme some of that bad stuff,
I feel real now talking like sugar and shaking that stuff,
Singing "I can't get enough", uhu
Singing "I can't get enough", uhu
Singing "I can't get enough", uhu
Singing "I can't get enough", uhu


Everything Will Flow
Watch the early morning sun
Drip like blood from the day, day
See the pretty people run
So many games to play, play
See the blue suburban dream
Under the jet plane sky
Sleep away and dream a dream
Life is just a lullaby
Life is just a lullaby
Life is just a lullaby
Life is just a lullaby
Oh, and everything will flow (x7)
Oh, and everything will flow (x24)
Watch the day begin again
Whispering into the night
See the pretty people play
Hurrying under the light
A million cars a million trains
Under the jet plane skies
Nothing lost and nothing gained
Life is just a lullaby
Oh, and everything will flow (x7)
Oh, and everything will flow (x24)
Watch the day begin again
Whispering into the night, night

She's In Fashion
Sometimes it blows my mind and it all blows my brain
Sometimes it blows my mind and it all blows my brain
She's the face on the radio
She's the body on the morning show
She's the shaking it out on the scene
She's the colour of a magazine
And she's in fashion, uh, uh, uh
And she's in fashion, uh, uh, uh
She's employed where the sun don't set
She's the shape of a cigarette
She's the shake of a tambourine
And she's the colour of a magazine
And she's in fashion, uh, uh, uh
And she's in fashion, uh, uh, uh
Oh, and if she tells you 2 is 1
Then 2 is 1 my love
Oh, and if she tells you you should know
Then you should know my love
She is strung out on a TV dream
And she's the taste of gasoline
And she's as similar as you can get
To a shape of a cigarette
And she's in fashion, uh, uh, uh
And she's in fashion, uh, uh, uh
And she's in fashion, uh, uh, uh
Sometimes it blows my mind and it all blows my brain
And she's in fashion, uh, uh, uh
Sometimes it blows my mind and it all blows my brain
And she's in fashion, uh, uh, uh
Sometimes it blows my mind and it all blows my brain
And she's in fashion, uh, uh, uh
Sometimes it blows my mind and it all blows my brain
Sometimes it blows my mind and it all blows my brain
And sometimes it blows my mind and it all blows my brain

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