Lyrics:
[Chorus]
But Technicolor's got me in her open arms,
I'm just a slave to her whims and charms
I've read books, but nothing compares
To watching her awards
Malibu sunset
Technicolor sky
Counting all my regrets
In your steel rimmed eyes
There's a warm wind whispering
What used to be alive
Not
Technicolor at the scene of the crime
Coupe Devilles rolling off of the line
Everything I love is from '59
My first guitar and that girl of mine
Everything I
was fictional
‘Till I had it
Got a flavour like a technicolor candy
Where did you come from, take me to your planet
West coast boys are dope
blast off, take a ride with me
In a technicolor fantasy
I’ll take you all the way to ecstasy
And on the other side you’ll see
Come blast off, take a ride
Yeah, uh
You don't need to wonder if I blow
There's alot of it
On my Koji Kondo shit, on my Koji Kondo
Technicolor platinum silver golds on my
fell for you
We're not black or white as you choose to believe
Millions of hues that your eyes could not see
Full technicolor, we're live on TV
I
'Cause I close my eyes and dream in technicolor
I'm not the only one (yeah, yeah-yeah yeah)
I'm reaching for the glory from the gutter
Let's show them
TECHNICOLOR:
Non c’è nessuna cosa che mi vada
Perché alla fine ho fatto quel che c’è da
Fare anche se non lo voglio fare male
Detto qualcosa che non
and undercover.
Years away,
But back when we were younger,
It's just a blur, seen through technicolor.
I've seen the devil dancin',
Underneath the skin,
Of those I
my hand if you wanna go
Down the technicolor road
To a brand new life
Chorus:
Let’s take a trip to paradise
Keepin’ me up all night
Keep me up all
the backbones, of clones, with microphones
Never satisfied my rhyme jones
Spraying bright day over what you might say
My blood types krylon, Technicolor type
Have been killed
Ain't ya thrilled?
Jump for joy
Have you seen pastures groovy?
Green pastures was just a technicolor movie
When you stomp up
of clones
With microphones, never satisfy my rhyme jones
Spraying bright day over what you might say
My blood type is Krylon, Technicolor type
of clones
With microphones, never satisfy my rhyme jones
Spraying bright day over what you might say
My blood type is Krylon, Technicolor type
microphones, never satisfy my rhyme jones
Spraying bright day over what you might say
My blood type is Krylon, Technicolor type A
On highways, bright with
picture you see
When you're hugging with your baby in last row in the balcony
Well there's technicolor and Cinemascope
Just out of Hollywood
can stand the sight of worms
And look at microscopic germs
But technicolor pachyderms is really too much for me
I am not the type to faint
When things
Technicolor type A
On highways, bright with road rage
I'm patient to win the cage and the tin to bounce all around
In surround sound, devouring the scene
picture you see
when you're huggin' with your baby i
n the last row in the balcony?
There's Technicolor and Cinemascope,
A cast out a Holly wood,
When you're huggin' with your baby
In the last row in the balcony?
Well, there's technicolor and cinemascope
A cast out a Hollywood
And the popcorn
bigger, better things
Bet right now this stings (wait a minute)
'Cause the grass is greener under me
Bright as Technicolor, I can tell that you can see
Technicolor"
So make a reet pleat with a drape shape
And a stuff cuff, to look sharp enough
To see my Sunday, Sunday gal
wanna take a look inside
And in the darkest shadow of your mind
What you gonna find?
Phobia
Out under a technicolor ray
It all disappears
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