Talkshow Boy - Four Cute Breakbeats lyrics
[Talkshow Boy - Four Cute Breakbeats lyrics]
Earth, fire, wind, water
Heart, heart, heart
Heart
With your powers combined
I am Captain Planet!
Heart, heart, heart, heart, go, go, Planet!
When I’m sad my mood distils &
Manifests in four cute breakbeats
One for me, and three for everyone else
I file them on my shelf
You’ll see them when I’m ready
Once I kick my way through the coldest season
Shave my face with a diss-track dressed in
Black & white for a similar reason
Cut to thе chase
We live for hard pop rеmixes &
All they break the cycle
The bad from the better in one
Manoeuvre to remove the excess
Chances are that you kissed me through
The local tunes of distant cities
Beat my personal best in the quest for the
Right to have you move in with me
Night and day cancel out to grey as
They circle round in a holy cycle
Light and dark occupy one headspace
Polar opposites in one rat race
Think of the songs of pagans
Filtered through mid-90's Euro dance pop
Asinine hand-clap bullshit paired with
Obligatory fandom-centric shoutouts
(Neighbours, everybody needs good neighbours)
(Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena)
(Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle
Alegría y cosa buena)
(Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena)
(Neighbours)
(When your silence is like Cleopatra’s ass
Light, play the wax
When your silence is like Cleopatra’s ass)
(Laura, Laura... don’t go there, Laura Laura
Hurting me…)
(Laura, Laura.. stop it, stop it. Leo no)
(Diane, 1pm)
Down-to-earth living can seem stuck-up
(?) play with more fuck-ups
Drop this when the floor is peaking
And then they’ll hear me speaking
Asinine handclap bullshit paired
With obligatory shoutouts
Hey everybody I know
(LA is like nowhere)
Wind collects the mist and takes
It to my face
In subtle skin strokes
Menthol cigarettes
I gazed at the Autumn skyline
And I’m in the mood for love coupled
With wine and summon opera breakbeats
(A lone teenager rings with crystal
Clarity out through the valley)
I’m-a give you guys a second side
I crossed through my heart
And the Star of David
I see porn on the internet every now and then
But I’m never in the mood to save it
Where would you rather be?
A, at your home in bed
Or B, on Death Row
Get rid of that Chinese heroin!
Get rid of that Chinese heroin!
(Neighbours, should be there for one another)
(That's when good
Neighbour... bour-bour-bour
....come-come good-good-good friends)
Walks in
Leisure Suit Larry's inventory hey-ey
Zap
You’re pregnant
That’s witchcraft
Heart, heart, heart
Heart
With your powers combined
I am Captain Planet!
Heart, heart, heart, heart, go, go, Planet!
When I’m sad my mood distils &
Manifests in four cute breakbeats
One for me, and three for everyone else
I file them on my shelf
You’ll see them when I’m ready
Once I kick my way through the coldest season
Shave my face with a diss-track dressed in
Black & white for a similar reason
Cut to thе chase
We live for hard pop rеmixes &
All they break the cycle
The bad from the better in one
Manoeuvre to remove the excess
Chances are that you kissed me through
The local tunes of distant cities
Beat my personal best in the quest for the
Right to have you move in with me
Night and day cancel out to grey as
They circle round in a holy cycle
Light and dark occupy one headspace
Polar opposites in one rat race
Think of the songs of pagans
Filtered through mid-90's Euro dance pop
Asinine hand-clap bullshit paired with
Obligatory fandom-centric shoutouts
(Neighbours, everybody needs good neighbours)
(Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena)
(Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle
Alegría y cosa buena)
(Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena)
(Neighbours)
(When your silence is like Cleopatra’s ass
Light, play the wax
When your silence is like Cleopatra’s ass)
(Laura, Laura... don’t go there, Laura Laura
Hurting me…)
(Laura, Laura.. stop it, stop it. Leo no)
(Diane, 1pm)
Down-to-earth living can seem stuck-up
(?) play with more fuck-ups
Drop this when the floor is peaking
And then they’ll hear me speaking
Asinine handclap bullshit paired
With obligatory shoutouts
Hey everybody I know
(LA is like nowhere)
Wind collects the mist and takes
It to my face
In subtle skin strokes
Menthol cigarettes
I gazed at the Autumn skyline
And I’m in the mood for love coupled
With wine and summon opera breakbeats
(A lone teenager rings with crystal
Clarity out through the valley)
I’m-a give you guys a second side
I crossed through my heart
And the Star of David
I see porn on the internet every now and then
But I’m never in the mood to save it
Where would you rather be?
A, at your home in bed
Or B, on Death Row
Get rid of that Chinese heroin!
Get rid of that Chinese heroin!
(Neighbours, should be there for one another)
(That's when good
Neighbour... bour-bour-bour
....come-come good-good-good friends)
Walks in
Leisure Suit Larry's inventory hey-ey
Zap
You’re pregnant
That’s witchcraft