Lyrics:
Salve sono Poet Chane non cha-ne, uh huh
Se mi chiamate così, non vale non vale
A chiunque farò male si
Seppillisco vi in sale
Vi sembro normale
No!
You left your typewriter at my apartment
Straight from the tortured poets department
I think some things I never say
Like, "Who uses typewriters
of this effort is
I want to suggest two propositions
The first one is that the poets, by which I mean all artists
Are the only people who know
The artist, however faithful to his
Personal vision of reality
Becomes the last champion of the
Individual mind and sensibility
Against an intrusive
- люкс
Нет у неё больше чувств, чувств
У меня тоже
И мы поднимаем пульс
(bayc de heto)
Zang-zang chanes chem vekali
Sirtt tvir - kez chek beri
Du el
You left your typewriter at my apartment
Straight from the tortured poets department
I think some things I never say
Like, "Who uses typewriters
siwafagilii
Swaga za madem
Wa mjini
Yani mpaka zinakera
Anakupenda leo kesho
Kwa lengo la kupata hela
Yeeh
Acha leo niwachane chane chane
Me nataka niwachane
I wrote this song for Louise Nevelson, the sculptor,
Also Billie Holiday, and a group of kick-ass women artists.
Sappho was a poet
Billie was
ambition bites the nails of success
Every artist is a cannibal, every poet is a thief
All kill their inspiration and sing about their grief
Over love
ambition bites the nails of success
Every artist is a cannibal, every poet is a thief
All kill their inspiration and sing about their grief
Over love
The artists and the poets fill up every jail
Before I held a rifle I held an artist's brush
Before Tiananmen I even dreamed of love
Ah, I was seventeen
a poet, so that I could express,
What I, what I like to say,
I wish I was an artist, so that I could paint a picture
Of how I feel, how I feel today,
a poet so I could express
What I'd, What I'd like to say, yeah
I wish I were an artist so I could paint a picture
Of how I feel, of how I feel today
Ho Dekha Tujhe Ho Ho Chane Laga Ye Nasha
Ho Ho Tu Jo Mile Ho Ho Ayega Re Ho Ho Kitna Maja
Ho Ho Abhi Abhi Ho Ho Dekha Tujhe Ho Ho Chane Laga Te Nasha
Chane Last Chane
つかみ出せ 今宵かぎりのチャンス
体が勝手に動き出す
言葉が勝手にあふれ出す
時計が俺を追い出した
道を踏みはずせ
Last Dance Last Dance
はじめよう 抱きしめてやる
Last Chane Last Chane
つかみ出せ 今宵かぎりの
Last
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
Your next favourite artist (Artist , Artist , Artist)
You're my favourite artist (Artist)
secret at all
It's no secret that a conscience
Can sometimes be a pest
It's no secret ambition bites
The nails of success
Every artist is a cannibal
Every
a baddie
Everybody go
Byna chane
Cheza chane
Cheza
Cheza
Chane
Baby you got to cheza
Byna chane
Cheza chane
Cheza
Cheza
Chane
Now baby you gotta tuza
Tu
the stitches, Hell's Kitchen
I'm throwing dishes
This is spoken wisdom as I
Journey a poet's mission
I'm up lifting, my flow is gifted
Should come with a bow
the poet's every word
Every artist's picture
Every writer's play
You are the glow in every night
You are the warmth in each sunrise
Makes no difference
Treat your artists delicately
Treat your artists delicately
Oceans of tears and melancholy
Treat your artists delicately
They hold you, uneasy
These
awful is happening to a civilization
When it ceases to produce poet
And even more crucial ceases to believe in the report that only poets can make
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