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- Composers:
- Matthew Good
- Dave Genn
- Tags:
- amazing lyrics
- epic
- progressive post punk
- psychadelic
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Brazil - Strange Days lyrics
There's a room inside my finger
Where ghosts of authors linger
There's a little man that whispers
In a radio transmitter
There's a lady on a spider
With a baby's head beside her
There's a voice inside my earlobe
From a place the sidewalks don't go
These are strange days!
There's a man with an umbrella
Who is smoking citronella
And he sees fantastic visions
Of a world outside my prison
There's a fountain full of ashes
And a snake beneath the grassesBrazil - Strange Days - http://motolyrics.com/brazil/strange-days-lyrics.html
And he's asking everybody
What makes them melancholy
These are strange days!
My language is patois
Philosophy is in my boudoir
My head's in Constantinople
And my body's in a bubble
I'm a Rosicrucian Lackey
In the ministry of Peculiar Things
I will tell you my secret
But only if you keep it
These are strange days
But enough about me, why don't you tell me about your day?