Massive Attack - Antistar

Tekst :

Can you lick my wounds please
can you make it numb
kill the pain like cortosone
grant me intimacy
how we ll split your chromazones
yeah...more sweet narcossis...i turn a stone i ll find u...
i turn a stone...i ll find you there...into reflected light i ll stare u blind

me with flashbulbs
and puzzle me with syllables
back to sleep

yeah...more sweet narcossis...i turn a stone i ll find u...

my heads between my knees again
got the needle set at zero
u can t shoot me hurricanes
don t spare me the details

yeah...more sweet narcossis...iconography
fucks with me
u look great in bloodstains

Inne utwory

  • Safe from harm
  • Sly
  • A prayer for England
  • Bullet boy
  • Angel
  • Small time shot away
  • Home of the whale
  • Light my fire
  • Nature boy
  • Black milk
  • Unfinished sympathy
  • One love
  • Blue lines
  • Fake the aroma
  • Eurochild
  • Everywhen
  • Special cases
  • Butterfly caught
  • Losowe utwory

    Call on me

    Call on me
    whenever you feel freaky
    I m all you need
    so come on, come see me

    Call on me
    whenever you feel freaky
    I m all you need
    so come on, come see me

    on the phone you...

    Sound of the underground

    Disco dancin with the lights down low,
    Beats are pumpin on ma stereo,
    Neighbours bangin on the bathroom wall,
    Their sayin crack the base i wanna get some more,

    Waters running in the wrong direction,
    Got a feeling its a mixed up sign,
    I can see it in my own reflection
    Summit funnys goin on inside my...

    Su un altro pianeta

    E il tuo sguardo che mi fa capire
    cosa mi puoi fare
    dai inizia a farmi male
    e le tue labbre accese e accattivanti
    mi fanno barcollare
    e l adrenalina sale

    Vorrei un altro pianeta disperso per noi due
    è solo...

    Something kinda oooh

    I ve got to heat it up,
    got to, got to heat it up
    I ve got till 3 o clock
    I ve got to rock until you drop.

    I ve got to heat it up,
    got to, got to heat it up
    I ve got till 3 o clock...

    Gul

    [Liber]
    Polski sarmata to pijacka krucjata
    Język lata jak łopata
    Potem męczy się i plącze
    Ja kolejny browar sącze (ale najebany)
    Jeszcze nie kończe
    Mam kondycje, moją chwiejącą pozycje
    Dzięki temu, że lubie tradycje
    Nic mnie nie wybije z równowagi psychicznej