, she gives me just a taste Give me just a taste, you give me just a taste You give me just a taste, you give me just a taste Now, I?m on your street
ranging sea So where has love gone? Will I ever reach it? The Cape of Storms echoes the pain I feel inside You'll never notice The colour of sin Just
A man conceived a moment's answers to the dream. Staying the flowers daily, sensing all the themes. As a foundation left to create the spiral aim, A movement
That's right, the ambulance never came. I've just seen many a man bleed to death, lying on the streeta?¦ There's got to be a change, there's got to be a
my ex girl, I'm in the six ... I never do it again My next girl be ...my ex girl It was a ...I got a second chance. He is a ..., he was a ... Always
when we taste the colour We shall finally see the picture Can you feel this colour? I'm feeling you, my brother, can't you colour me funky! Can you
from across the street And Huh Huh! Beat Street is a lesson too, because you can't let the Streets beat you! Well a picture can express a thousand words
base Of the house A true foundation stone She was the colour And the sound And the taste And the rose of my cologne Cousin Bobby killed a man Packed
one So Jacob bought his son a coat A multi-coloured coat to wear (Brothers and Female Ensemble) Joseph's coat was elegant, The cut was fine The tasteful
feel paralyzed Colour shapes and shades all mingle Suddenly it feels so bizarre Faintly still you hear your heartbeat Is it just an illusion? or a mainline
knew wht you was talking bout just a youngin grindin feelin inside that he hasnt got hes point accross after numerous times yeah tellin people hes a
peace has never an end The colour of freedom, a symbol of passion A sign of emotion will show you the way The colour of freedom The colour of freedom
ruin a perfect thing A perfect thing The boy on the blue moon dreams Don't rain on my parade Woah, no I'm losing a perfect thing A perfect thing A perfect
I'm a drug fucked mother fuckin' maniac I've just smoked the pot they say killed Elvis. I've got a myriad of colour I love to stare at And I'm told Fred
across my face and round my eyes. Watch the ballerinas fly on powder clouds through six dimensions, seeing just the patterns on the wall. Cold eyes searching for a
such a crowd But we've seen a cloud of starlings rising on a crisp autumn day We were handed the weight of a child sleeping and bore her away We've tasted
(M. Spohn, R. Peinelt, A. Torkler) (from the album "InFormation", 1995) we live in a world where information comes on 24 hours a day and no-one' got a
eyes And he is on a horse a horse a horse With a train of smoke behind its hooves And I must say from my depths I have seen a story emerge from a cloud
