The Singles

Forget these bars now, you´re getting shy
Leave all those tracks back, they only lie

Go feed those haters, they fancy bad rhymes
They like the small things, so they may shine
What's missing out now? What more to write?
So I'm a wise guy, I think to myself
I'll shut my mouth now and set up this dance again

There's no excuse now
You'll be yourself somehow

Anything you do
Anywhere you go
Anywhere

They´ll raise your head down, they feel alive
It's never enough for them

They said I can change their lives
So why can't I change mine?

They dream about my life
But I don´t dream
At night

It´s just a paper cut and my head is now so strong
I´m not afraid anymore
If you come back right through that door
But you are never quick enough to forget
It´s just a paper cut

And then the wannabes,
They´re paper cuts to me

It´s just a paper cut and my head is now so strong
I´m not afraid anymore
If you come back right through that door
But you are never quick enough to forget
It´s just a paper cut

Sunny beauty ballads, trashy crazy words
Funny rainbow colours and ironic songs

What about the spring
Spring for spring
Will it be?

Face now your world

I can do whatever I need
Can find from where I belong
Can sing as much as I breathe

It's time to get it done
And I know you love enough
The future is still to come
Take each day one by one
You don´t need to feel

Guilty needs shows everything that you´ve got
This pointed gun shouts at your head again
Still remember what you forgot
And everything that made you stop
I don´t know what will cross your way
Maybe the lights of New York

Needed guilt shows everything you forgot
This pointed gun shouts at your heart again
I still remember why you have stopped
Was the light of old New York
I don´t know how you´ll cross this way
It's better to show what you´ve got

What about those ballads and those crazy words
What about the colours and ironic songs
Dream about the spring
Things will change
Flowers will rise
Your personal prize
Just open your eyes
Keep moving and discover, there are pretty things about your life

Born in a small town
Bad movies once a week
Two TV channels, no remote, begging for Twin Peaks

A bunch of lunatics
Good hearts in crazy heads
They've lost their hope, they were just grown men in our Neverland

And during Christmas eve
The world was sharing gifts
We didn't care, we were listening to good riffs

A borrowed walkman
The cheapest tape on it
Disintegration in repeat, the best trip I can get

Romance the 80's, we dance the 90's
The last 10 years they passed so fast, I kind of miss them

Best parties ever
Our heroes on the stage
Coloured lights, glamour nights, was the neon age

A perfect night for me
Much more than ecstasy
We can sweat, we can jump, You can be so free

The kids in blogs now
And all their stupid hypes
They lack the know how
The whole world in their hands
Except the taste, to write the text
Nobody understands!

Why copy Talking Heads and paste the Radiohead?
Why not discover The Full Sentence of the Pigeonhed

Ten voices spring reverb
Few bars with crazy noise
But at the end, we 're all a shadow of The Beach Boys

I miss the elegance
It's hard, but still exists
Rufus, you are on the top of my list

I'm feeling fresh now
Can see what's right and wrong
Stop it now
I just did a 12 minute song