by Daniel Pujol
I'm in love with rock and roll,
Everyone has the grace of shades
The world has thick rims
Embrace the joy screaming in the foreground, fear no longer:
We will never transcribe the beat in the head
The pocket in the heart
So it explodes
And it goes:
But we can try
And is this freedom?
Your fingers chucked a dove and not gave a bird
You don't bow to your shadow or cast the dark magic
You ain't scared to mix swagger and kindness
Like popping the cork at the wedding of the world
The bad boy is a good guy now
Why has Modern Love set on the shelf since 1972?
Because it is not disposable?
Because the woman who wears no make-up wakes up beautiful?
It ain't hard to maintain
Yeah, I think it's cool you love your wife.
Tame the "domestic monolith legend" by talking to it not like a dog of
Does it make things easier?
ATTN: Control with kindness.
You're free whatever you call it
Your triphammer hit the nail on the head
I want a clear reflection
The world makes my heart explode
I'm in love
I'm like a roadrunner