eu a abanar os caracóis que estou a deixar crescer e a coxas de corpete, a cantar a letra desta musiqueta.
É terapia urbana , é o que é.
I synthesise and press a lighted key
Turn it on, compose a melody
Redo from start, I need more rhythm
1 and 4 was for the Commodore
A catchy beat, I put it on repeat
I program more, but still it's incomplete
Start and stop, where's the perfect pitch?
I won't give up until I tap my feet.
I'm gonna make a perfect line
Gonna make it stick to your mind
Computer music is just like oxygen
Try and fail, again, again, again
I need the recipe for the perfect melody
I add more tracks, run out of DSP
Timbre and tone, I want it synthetic
Knobs and sliders, no button pushing matrix
Dadaistic, nothing too profound
Electric music resounding all around
I'm gonna make a perfect line
Gonna make it stick to your mind
I won't give up that magic rhyme
Got to hear it just one more time
posso estar a ser influenciado pela terra onde estou agora temporariamente a residir,
passou-se isto á quatro semanas, não frequento o sitio, jamais:
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