Johnny: Music Made For No More Reasons indie-folk / Cheb

Takze dneska prisel novej shit... je to tak trochu o lasce, ale hlavne sem tam hodne nasran... takze to kontroluj ;)

Yeah I tried to satisfy my soul for years

With you there was nothing just scream and tears

And those feelings helped to fix my broken mind

Even when my heart is now like with shark's bite

Yeah I'm still smoking the same cigarettes

And my voice still sounds like Joan Jett

And I still would like to be with you in love

When your voice still sounds like Edith Piaf

And there's no way to help my burning soul

I'm really pissed of that stupid dick

I guess he would never play good guitar lick

I know he doesn't smoke, he doesn't drink all night

He's not smoking weed, yeah that's all right

But he is way that oh la la la

And I'm the way go fuck yourself

So you can still come back and move in LA

Because I'm a man on his way

lyrics:

Some ways lead nowhere

Some ways lead back to you

Some ways lead somewhere

Some ways lead back to the falling ground

Some ways lead back to border

Some ways lead back to the flower shirt

Some ways lead nowhere

Some ways lead back to ninetees

Some ways lead nowhere

Some ways lead back to the moving walls

Some ways lead somewhere

Some ways lead back to the sad cryin

Some ways lead out there

Some ways lead back to a laugh with friends

Some ways lead back to loving

And I wanna watch a movie with you again 

dneska rano sem se probudil :) a dostal "napad" :D tak tady to je, je to hroznej kickass :D

zajimavosti z nataceni: trhl sem rekord v dylce nahravani, text sem upravoval asi jenom dvakrat a vsechny stopy byly nahrany na jeden pokus :DDD celkova doba nahravani cini asi dve a pul hodiny s kavou, trema cigarama, konverzi a vlozenim na bz :P

lyricy:

1:

I'm likka Harry Potter with no stick

I only sing all day like Jagger Mick

I hava girlfriend, but i don't need her

I need to sleep with you 

R:

You really gotta hold on me baby

You really gotta hold on me

You really gotta hold on me baby

You really gotta hold on me

c'mon

2:

When I look in the mirror I see nothin

I only wait for vampire hunter Buffy

Now tell me baby would it be better

If I will kiss you now

R:

oh

3:

I am not superman or some kind of ghost

But I'd really like to order my toast

I told you honey, I am not normal

I only like the toasts

R2:

I really gotta hold on you baby

I really gotta hold on you

I really gotta hold on you baby

You really gotta hold on you

R: