Letras [...] Cold wave, post punk, new wave, 80's. Relentless, fiery & masculine. Synth @ 2'46. [...]Cold wave, post punk, new wave, 80's. Relentless, fiery & masculine. Synth @ 2'46. Male singer, synth & rhythm.
A Monkey's Tale I'm feeling like a monkeyClimbing up the wallsThey call me little cheeky-monkeyDon't stop me I'm a joke I'm treated like a monkeyAnyway it's farcicalThey call me "silly-billy"Quite proud It's a big role
I like to play the monkeyCatchin' up the ballsThey say I'm just freaky, funnyGlad they have the giggles I'm dancing like a monkeyWaiting for the fallThey say everything is hunky-doryI'm starting to know the ropes There's something strangeI'm out of controlI don't feel painThey should have known Only Jesus knows why Why the monkey's gone wildIt's a question of timeThe monkey's fit to be tied
They don't know whyWhy the monkey's wildHe kept his prideHe'll never hide
Letras [...] Cold wave, post-punk, new wave & 80's. Cold, dark & tormented. Male singer, electric [...]Cold wave, post-punk, new wave & 80's. Cold, dark & tormented. Male singer, electric guitar, synth & rhythm.
The Empty Road is Like a MirrorRaining... Pouring on the windshield Driving... Mood swinging on the steering wheel Dreaming... Watching the steam drops leaking down the window Marvin... Is crying on the radio
The road is like a mirror Reflecting the pale grey light of the day The road is like a mirror Spinning an endless spider's web In my eyes... In my eyes... In my eyes
Shaking... My hands are cold and my body won't stop... Chilling... Can't focus on anything Running... Running away from this scene Praying... Praying my love to forgive my sin
Letras [...] Cold wave, post-punk & 80's. Arty, dark & viril. Male singer, electric guitar, synth [...]Cold wave, post-punk & 80's. Arty, dark & viril. Male singer, electric guitar, synth & rhythm.
Every God is Gone Your voice on the phone is so coldI can't answer yetStuck in a missionA false pretext again And i'm afraid I'm afraidI don't want to face you I'm unchainedI'm unchainedI'm unchained with you
I am the night you knowIsolatedYou can sell my nameCause every god is gone I am the night you knowLooking for a reasonCause every god is gone
Am i somebody someone ?We are too disconnectedYeah i'm disconnectedIt's hard to be my friendIt's hard to be my friendThere's no passion in my head I am the night you knowIsolatedYou can sell my nameCause every god is gone I am the night you knowLooking for a reasonCause every god is gone
Letras [...] Cold wave, post-punk, 80's. Fiery, nocturnal & driving. Male singer @ male back up [...]Cold wave, post-punk, 80's. Fiery, nocturnal & driving. Male singer @ male back up vocalist, electric guitar & rhythm.
Losing Myself in Magic That the humble claims youMay he claim the nightThe Night and the silence
A hidden knowledgeA too long distance in the dark And your sign on a treeAnd your sign on a treeAnd your light in the breezeAll the tears on the seaAll the things that i seeWho cares about me ? There's nothing to knowPlease help meI am losing myself in the magicAnd you are here with meThere's nothing to knowPlease help meI am losing myself in the magicAnd you are here with me You are here with meAnd all the dreams cloud the dayyou are here with meunfortunately I am a poor boyToo old in my shoesYou're an angelAnd our Gods are jealous of youof youYou are an angelYou are my angelYou are There's nothing to knowPlease help meI am losing myself in the magicAnd you are here with meThere's nothing to knowPlease help meI am loosing myself in the magicAnd you are here with me
Post-punk, cold wave, teen dram & 80's. Dynamic, urgent & frenetic. Distorted electric [...]Post-punk, cold wave, teen dram & 80's. Dynamic, urgent & frenetic. Distorted electric guitar, synth & rhythm.
Letras [...] Cold wave, post punk, new wave & 80's. Nocturnal, grave & persistent. Male singer, [...]Cold wave, post punk, new wave & 80's. Nocturnal, grave & persistent. Male singer, synth & rhythm.
Through Your Open DoorTime cut in sound A sharper blade for a signal doubt Hands cold enough Arms raised as a lightning mast A theatre of one A voice overrun Ringing through the valley of resonance Rope winding down but Held higher than we could reach to climb
Streets lead your smile Played famous and versatile Sleeps through the fire Collateral battle cries fight Confessant dark Incessant spark Racing shadows on rustic arks We won’t bend Won’t resist to enlist our lips againAnd sing your madrigalSee the girl she hides seeks Climbs the pedestal Say you'll now lead Walk me through your open door through your open door And sing your madrigal Sing your madrigal And sing...
