my walkie-talkie

We should shine a light on, a light on And the book of right-on's right-on, it was right-on We should shine a light on, a light-on And the book of right-on's right-on, it was right-on I killed my dinner with karate Kick 'em in the face, taste the body Shallow work is the work that i do Do you want to sit at my table My fighting fame is fabled And fortune finds me fit and able And you do say - oh oh That you do pray - oh oh And you say that you're okay And do you want to run with my pack? Do you want to ride on my back? Pray that what you lack does not distract And even when you run through my mind Something else is in front, oh, you're behind And i don't have to remind you to stick with your kind And you do say - oh oh That you do pray - oh oh And you say that you're okay And even when you touch my face You know your place And even when you touch my face You know your place And we should shine a light on A light on And the book of right-on's right-on It

We can still Spot the birds from the city And below a bus bound for relief No one sleeps La da dee da dee da We’re a nest of machines on an island Making wings making wings making wings And the birds are calling as if to say We know what you hope for Coo kee kee coo de kee coo de kee Coo kee kee coo de kee coo kee Coo kee kee coo de kee coo de kee La da dee la dee da la da dee EDISON WOODS: "Nest of Machines", live at the Mito Festival, 2007

La LaLa Human Steps / Upscale Drifter

Não sei se vos disse, mas... cá vai: Sou manco, gaguejo, sou parcialmente cego e por vezes assumo dupla personalidade. Quando esta ultima acontece fico a ver muito melhor. Mas tropeço mais e gaguejo a dobrar... (Estreloucado: tresloucado que vem das estrelas...)