Music, music, music, music Music, music, music, music WDPK 83.7, the sound of tomorrow The music of today Brings you exclusively Daft Punk's homework
Four crows nailed to a wooden post Bleed upon a barren field An old way that I don't understand It kinda touched me for a day Four crows nailed to a
Fight, we will fight right, Living low in a world of our own, Destined to live right, fight, We're taking hell as our home, Burning lives burning, Asking
C'est le malaise du moment L'epidemie qui s'etend La fete est finie on descend Les pensees qui glacent la raison Paupieres baissees, visage gris Surgissent
wanna be superman Oh, if only my life was more like 1983 All these things would be more Like they were at the start of me Had it made in '83 Thinking
i look at the cover and it seems this is the way we're supposed to be buying into some glossed over frame-work of humanity. we need to follow our
[Hook - 50 Cent] This is how we do We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club This is how we do Nobody do it like we do it so show us some
I never liked rugby league, it must be said Decapitated ears and concave heads My interest held by just one thing The greatest commentator ever--Eddie
I'm standin' on the edge of Vesuvius My mouth is runnin' dry Drunk on wine and wisdom Giving it all away Old enough to hate tomorrow Young enough not
7 A.M., dusty road I'm gonna drive until it burns my bones Crossing a dream with my old lost care Its smell brings the dead memories back Crossing a
The time is blowing out Dividing you and me Can you see me? Everything is wrecked and gray I'm focusing on your image Can you hear me in the void? I
Kim and Jessie They have a secret world in the twilight Kids outside worlds They are crazy 'bout romance and illusion Somebody lurks in the shadows Somebody
Like a moth she moves to the red light Her blood warms and boils there She skims the sweat like a new milk And pops the buttons off her wet blouse Oh
I look into your eyes Diving into the ocean I look into your eyes Falling Like a wall of stars We are ripe to fall And if you are a ghost I'll call
Each shade of blue Is kept in her eyes Keep blowing and lighting Because we own the sky Secrets from the winds Burnt stars crying Soft, soft or cruel
It's your face It's your face Where are we? It's your face Where are we? It's your face Where are we? It's your face Save me, save Where are we? It's
If I clean my rocket we'll go flying today And we'll hit the pockets of warm and crispy air If I clean my rocket we'll go flying today And we'll hit the
Death is her boyfriend She spits on summers and smiles to the night I can't help my love for graveyard girl Death is her boyfriend She spits on summers
