Dude,
Dat chrome sky might indeed remind us of radio, live transmission. Yeah bro, got me ? As the other mate used 2 sing: Listen to the silence, let it ring on.
Eyes, dark grey lenses frightened of the sun.
We would have a fine time living in the night,
Left to blind destruction,
Waiting for our sight.
And u no wot, buddy : we could dance dude. Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio. djn
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Dude,
Dat chrome sky might indeed remind us of radio, live transmission. Yeah bro, got me ? As the other mate used 2 sing: Listen to the silence, let it ring on.
Eyes, dark grey lenses frightened of the sun.
We would have a fine time living in the night,
Left to blind destruction,
Waiting for our sight.
And u no wot, buddy : we could dance dude. Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio. djn