Ando à procura do mundo - da minha tese - perdido. O pior é que sei que ele lá está, que existe. O maior mal é que não o encontro ao certo. Entretanto, o tempo, esse, esvai-se...
"Pungent smells
They consumate my home
Beyond the black horizon
Trying to take control
See my girl
She shivers in her bones
The sun and zenith rising
Trying to take us all
There's a fire between us
So where is your god?
There's a fire between us
I can't get off the carousel
The sickening taste of homophobic jokes
Images of fascist folks
Beam me up 'cause I can't breathe
Spaceman
I always wanted you to go into space man.
Intergalactic christ
It's time to terminate this great white world
Morbid fascination
Television takes control
Decimation
Different races fall
Electronic information tampers with your soul
There's a fire between us
So where is your god?
There's a fire between us
I can't get off the carousel - I can't get of this world
The sickening taste of homophobic jokes
Images of fascist folks
Beam me up 'cause I can't breathe
Spaceman
I always wanted you to go into space man - Intergalactic christ"
'Spaceman', Babylon Zoo
Espero que encontres o mundo que julgas perdido.
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Perdido, perdido ando eu às vezes do mundo; ou dalgumas das suas parcelas. Casas maiores ou menores... mais importa quem as habita; ou, por tempo determinado, as vai habitando...
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