MP3 K T - 3,2,1...
Mainstream oriented music with old poetry...
32 MP3 Songs in this album (193:40) !
Related styles: Pop: Pop/Rock, Electronic: Electronica, Type: Background Music
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Details:
Well,some old poetry and goosebumps music (i feel it anyway)...
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PEOPLE
STONE FACES,SLEEPY AND SEPARATEā¦
THEY`re SLEEPIN` WHOLE LIFE
IN THEIR LITTLE SHELLS.
PEOPLE,
WHETHER THEY HAVE PINK BUTTERFLY
WHETHER THEY HAVE SUNNY DAY
NIGHTMARE LIKE MOB
NIGHMARE FLOAT DOWN
THE RIVER OF TEARS
PEOPLE,
WHETHER YOU NEED GENTLE TOUCH
WHETHER YOU NEED REAL CATCH
UYOSAVESKI
BLACK HOLE INSIDE YOU, MY SPIRIT
IT`S ONLY A SECOND
TO FLY ON A ROOF OF THE SKY
THEN YOU GONNA PUSH
YOUR HAND INTO STREAM
ON EASTSIDE OF THE FOREST.
YOU GOING TO FEEL HUMIDITY
AND COLDNESSā¦
QUISELVETE
ANATHEM-WANT TO KISS
PRINCE OF DARKNESS`S HAND,
TO TAKE HIM AWAY.
SMACK THE DREAM
SMACK THE PAIN
WIPE TEARS AWAY
KEEP ON SCREAMIN`
HE WANTS BUT HE CAN`T
TO CATCH LOVE`S LONG HAIR
LOCK REMAINS IN HIS HAND
(don`t walk on the edge
make a decision on wich side
you want to fall,
or just continue to the other side.
don`t know what you want- do what you do
run away)
SACHE OUT YO
CRAWLING TUMBLE OF MIND
THREATENING MY SLEEPIN` SOUL
3 DEWDROPS ON MY BLOUS
FALLING FROM DREAMCLIFF
HEY MANN,DON`T LAUGH
DON`T CRY ,FIGHT
BE A BRAVE SOLDIER
WANDERER FIND YOURSELF
DON`T BE A DUMB
BRAINSTORM,GAZELLERUN
BE SANGUINARY LIKE CHEETAH
RAGING TIGER
TORE BOWEL TO PROUD WILD PIGS
BURY THEIR LONG FANGS
RUN, RUN,RUN
AUDIO ESA ZIRAT
LOST MY SELF IN DESPAIR
HELP ME SOMEBODY
TO GET OUT OF HERE
FROM YOUR BLACK SHADOW
FROM FISH EYES HORIZON...
MOON COMMIN` OUT
FROM MY HAND
CUTTIN` MY SKIN
SCREAMIN` ECHO
THROUGH SOUL VALLEY
DON`T WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE
YOUR MAJESTY OF STUPIDITY
JESSY DEE MENY
WHEN I DON`T NEED TO FLY
INTO YOUR PRINCE EAR
WANDERING WITH VASSALS
AND STRANGERS
SHAPELESS MATTER
CREATED IN A HURRY
SOON,I WILL CONTINUE
I WILL TELL YOU TRUTH
I`LL COMMING OUT...
U IBIZA
OPEN WINDOW... VIEW WANDER...
STANDING STILL... LOST MY SELF...
FEELING MUSIC... IN MY PORE...
FLYING SOUND... THROUGH MY HEAD...
AATIDAY
TAKE A BAY LEAF
ENTER INTO IT
OPEN AVERAGE SIDE OF BOOK
FIND YOUR NAME
NOT FRESH BLOOD ,
BUT SCAB
CROSS STREET OF MEMORIES
BE EYE
DIG IT OUT
INTERMINABLE SCREAM
TO GODS EAR...
BREAKIN`SUNGLASSES...
BREAKIN`SOUL...
BAD SIGN
STARTING TO LOOSE
NOT ON THE TRAIL
LOSING POWER
NEED TO RUN
FROM HERE
IT WILL KILL ME
WAY OF LIFE
YOUR SUPERIORS
YOUR SENSATION,
RADIATION,COMPENSATION,
RATIONALISATION,
DEPRIVATION...
VIA MORSKE
ALONE AGAIN
ABANDONED HUNTING LONELY LEAFS
THAT FALL FROM TREES
IN AUTUMN 1987...
WAITIN` TO RETURN
TO MY NOTHINGNESS...
MY BLUE NOTHINGNESS...
DROOP
I`M GONNA DROOP MY BRO
FROM HAND OF JUSTICE
FROM SOCIAL NORMS
SOME RULES AND BIAS
IS INVOLVED...
SAVE ME FROM EMBEZELEMENT
MASIVELY SOUL THEFT
SAVE ME FROM THIEVES
IN A FACT WHO ARE NOT...
I KNOW ,THAT`S THE WAY IT IS
YOU''`RE DYIN`ANYWAY...
I WAS KILLED MY BROTHER
FROM MANIAC HAND,
ANARCHIST WITHOUT PREJUDICE;
KILL ME JUST LIKE THAT
FROM BOREDOM...
NORIBIZA
TO BE ALONE AGAIN...
YOUR PURULENT ROSE DYIN`...
ROTTEN VIP
PART OF MEMORIES
PART OF GARBAGE...
HORDE OF NIGHTMARE
ON THE SPOT...
LUCID RAGE
LET US LIVE...
LET MUSIC LIVE...
WHISPERTTA
BORN TO BE DAMNED
BORN TO LOSE
BORN TO CURSE
BORN TO BE WILD...
AND FEAR AGAIN
FROM OAFISH MIND
FROM NIGHTMARE HERD...
MUSIC GIVE ME HOPE...