Harlem World Me-Lotto
An island coincidence away
Boarding a train always leaving today
Approaching a station starts to slow
Ushered out, no will against the flow
Dark as the night comes to share
With stars in her hair
And grand majestic flair
Framed, a world passes by
With the sound of a young girl's sigh
Man carrying a brow
Smoke rises from the crowd
Here for now, here for now
Tug in the sound as if to say
There's left a part of now in yesterday
The hurry for fear to miss the show
Not as strong as the wind's eternal blow
Mindmachine
the music stopped to fill the night
we can't move in this silent room
the only sound to poison the air
comes from that man upstairs
his roaring voice screams full of hate
he can't forget his glory past
but now his only joy in life
is liquids, piss and beer
but we won't tell him, we want to forget these
we go on running up that hill
we won't tell him, we want to forget these
we go on running up that hill
our kind can fly away to
manastir baroue
sometimes you cannot stand their eyes
fixed on your face, grabbing at your soul
you shy away, think of our nights
and wish i would be around
but when we meet there in our room
illusions make us raise our fists
the sense of secrets everywhere
the loathsome one may smear again
but we won't tell him, we want to forget these
we go on running up that hill
we won't tell him, we want to forget these
we go on running up that hill
our kind can fly away to
manastir baroue
we won't tell him, we want to forget these... Me-Lotto