L U N A T A L K with Eva Moon

Big Bang

May 25, 2007 on 8:25 am | In Backstage Pass, Found, General Musing, Music |

I work hard on lyrics, sweating over each word, searching for just the right turn of phrase, working out clever rhymes and fresh imagery while maintaining natural language. It’s a painstaking art.

But every now and then someone comes up with a piece of lyrical brilliance that makes me wonder why I even try.

Hey baby wake up from your asleep
We have arrived onto the future
And the whole world is become…

Elektronik, Supersonik,
Supersonik, Elektronik,

Hey baby ride with me away,
We doesn’t have much time,
My blue jeans is tight,
So onto my love rocket, climb,
Inside tank of fuel is not fuel, but love,
Above us, there is nothing above,
but the stars, above…

Oh, Zlad! Above us, I wish there was nothing above us but the stars above!

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