about
Memories from early 80's and the feeling of whatever may come living a compulsive fantasy built for comfort. Freedom, safety, unstoppable sluttiness exposure promoted and rewarded creating an uncertain generation defined as "X".
lyrics
Dripping drops won’t ever stop.
Clippers cropping, chopping tongues,
Tripping closer to the throath.
Slashing, cracking, breaking voice.
Ring wrong, ripping rungs,
Flicking lips up to the beat.
Sniffing, clapping, dropping dead,
Pivot swivel, wasted, spread.
Nonsense piffle slapping gasp.
It ain’t no sorrow for tomorrow.
Spitting bullshit through the mouth
Shimmering glimpses, stalking shout.
So that’s what it’s all about.
Endless rounds and nothing got
Focus set beneath low bars,
Neurons flashing, flushing drain,
Speeding promptness, thinking brain
Laying, lieing, getting laid
Making moist crotch bills get paid.
It ain’t no sorrow for tomorrow.
Don’t come around to share vacuum
It ain’t no air inside that room.
Parched shammy crispy drum
Venomous veins filled with fun
Teared, painless, plucked and stoned.
Kiddin’ plastic mimic blonde.
You irksome illness sadly grown...
Tried to make you got rehab
You just say: Nah! Nah! Nah!
It ain’t no sorrow for tomorrow.
Plastic passion mystique flow
Desperate search to share a blow
Trapper keeper notebook doll
Betraying with no shame at all
Sliding free licks in dark rooms
No careless whispers for thy groom.
It ain’t no sorrow for tomorrow.
Bethinking an amusing preach from the past which revealed that bobbysoxers just wanted to have fun.
Crap filled “Be Bop A Lulla – She Bops” throwing rinsed true colors obscured by mighty flirting with barely horny guys kindly awesome.
credits
from
NONSENSE RETALIATION,
released July 14, 2013
Original concept, music, lyrics & edition
by HHFA 2013
Lead Voice HHFA
Back Vocals K Corbar & AKCG
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