1. |
Rich
03:28
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RICH
I want the perfect man
One to match my twisted mind
Mood and sex and things in common
Unfazed by my historic behind
There’s perfection in ambition
Sacrificing all for one big goal
Feeling freedom in the seduction
Of life’s creative fish bowl
CH:
Yeah -( oooo hahaha) I wanna be rich….
Yeah - (oooo hahaha) I wanna be rich….
Yeah - (oooo hahaha) I wanna be rich….
I wanna get by…
The easy way
(Well sir) Well, it’s the perfect lie
(Yes, Sir) A childhood fantastic wish
(I said, Sir?) Fed by the telephonic high
(Sir) Frenzied fifteen minute kiss
Please make my life simple
Cuz this life is a bitch
I don’t want to be perfect
I want to be rich
CH:
Yeah - (oooo) I wanna be rich….
Yeah - (oooo) I wanna be rich….
Yeah - (oooo) I wanna be rich….
I wanna get by…(repeat)
The easy way
Bridge:
Perfect is the lean body
Lumps and bumps: the undesired (uhhh)
Fighting mind, time and gravity
Women wanted: Plastic required
Yeah, uhhh
I don’t want to be perfect
I, I, I want to be rich
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2. |
Soul Defy
04:13
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Soul Defy
I question everything around me
Surrender to the changes I see
All alone
Courage slipping through my fingers
Gotta make sure this isn’t all about me
All alone
CH:
I am begging, am I heard?
You gotta let your soul defy
I’m feeling good
Release
I am singing to be heard
You gotta let your soul defy
And be absurd
Release…and fly high
I can’t help those feelings I feel
Take me away from what’s real
All alone
I can see you with my two eyes
Pressure builds, I can’t see through the lies
All alone
CH:
I am begging, am I heard?
You gotta let your soul defy
I’m feeling good
Release
I am singing to be heard
You gotta let your soul defy
And be absurd
Release…and fly high
Spinnin' Round
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3. |
Dirt
03:35
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DIRT
Once you say it then I’ve heard it
Running through my mind just like it
Seems to matter. Lets my head my fill with chatter.
Creeping through your
Reverie a blister popping can’t you see
Fighting, trying, lying, lie aligned
Together like friends who love each other
Friends who choose love
Tend to wait. I want to tempt fate
Dancing in darkness
I want to resurface
Your breath is much closer
Lets wash ourselves in
Dirt
Minding words that matter feels like
Towers of false attitude.
Hours of that solitude, hours of that solitude
Creeping through your
Reverie the puss exploding can’t you see
The hate you make, remake, reinstates
And multiplies all the walls
All around us
Mind the words that you choose
You can’t afford what it is that you lose
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4. |
PMS
03:30
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P.M.S
Endless hours with my TV
Either that or my head for company
Another soulful, lonely night
Either that or another day to pick a fight
So please please please leave me alone
Cuz it’s a bad day, a rough day, its an ugly day
Don’t bother to call me on the phone
(Bad) hair day, (bad) skin day, (bad) ugly day
CH:
Its P. M. S
Dunno how to dress
I’m in a mess
Under stress
I'm dialing numbers frantically
Either that or my chocolate fantasy
Oh mirror mirror on the wall
Can my conscience be the fairest of them all?
So please please please leave me alone
Cuz it’s a loud day, a tough day, its an ugly day
Don’t bother to call me on the phone
(Bad) skin day, (bad) hair day, (bad) ugly day
CH:
It's P. M. S
Dunno how to dress
I’m in a mess
Under stress
PMS
Fuck this dress
Make-up’s a mess
And I'm in distress
Bridge:
Living trite
I wanna break the lie
Can't you try
To understand my high
In 5:
Endless hours with my TV
Either that or my head for company
Another soulful, lonely night
Either that or another day to pick a fight
Please please please leave me alone
It's a bad day, rough day, ugly day
Don't bother to call me on the phone
Bad hair day, bad mood day, bad ugly day
CH
It's P. M. S
Dunno how to dress
I’m in a mess
Under stress
PMS
Fuck this dress
Make-up’s a mess
And I'm in distress
PMS
I'm in distress
I'm in PMS
PMS
I'm under stress
and I'm in distress
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Cyvella Brooklyn, New York
Her point of view is from being a citizen of the world, bringing a truthful, raw, sometimes ironic aspect and sensitive wit to her tales of woe. With a dynamic, smoky, vibrant voice moulded from years of being a professional rock singer, she combines an electronic sound with odd time signatures, old school music hall, punk like attitude and vulnerability. ... more
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